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About Joshy

To introduce myself, I am Joshy, an English AB approximately 2 years, 1 month old. I live in a small town South West of London, England.

To start off with I'll tell you the sort of things you can expect to find me doing to facilitate my fetish. I like to wear nappies and act like a baby, I like using a Dummy (pacifier), Baby Bottle, and Wearing (adult sized) baby clothes.

So How Did It All Start?

The earliest experience I can remember about my fetish is when I must of been about 6 years old. I remember sitting on my bed with my elder brother and my Mum (my day left us when I was only six months old). My Mum was just talking and playing with us before it was time for bed. I always slept with this knitted blanket which is about 2 foot by 1 foot, my grandma knitted it for me when I was born and it stayed by my side every night. Well as I was getting ready for bed I distinctly remember my mother saying don't forget your blanket. Then she said it looks a bit like a nappy and I asked if she would put it on like a nappy. She did but she had no pins so she took it off and kissed me goodnight and left the room.

Later on when me and my brother shared a room I remember my brother used to wet the bed. He was about eight at the time (he had a kidney problem - it wasn't his fault). Mum used to put one of my old terry nappies at the end of his bed and would say... "If you wet the bed you'll have to wear it tomorrow at school". I remember this cause I used to always think it would be nice to wear nappies but not to school.

The next experience is when I was eleven. Mum used to always buy my clothes, clothes which I never approved of. She had bought me some underwear from the local store. This underwear was made from a towelling material. I had a go at her because they were babyish, but little did I know this would be the start of my Nappy Fetish.

I used to fill these pants up with cotton wool and they looked and felt great. I then moved on to using towels and plastic sacks which I used for about the next four years till I was sixteen. When I was sixteen I went to a local chemist and bought the largest size of toddler nappies I could find. I was very disappointed when I got home and found they didn't fit me. I made do. I continually bought large disposable nappies and nappy pads etc.

Then It Happened

One day I got home from College, I was about seventeen. And the house was very quiet (very unusual for our house), I walked all over the house thinking this is very weird. Then I walked into the kitchen and on the kitchen table was my nightmare. Two half used packages of Disposable diapers, Three Dummies, and at least five pairs of baby plastic pants.

After Dying I then turned round to find my mother standing behind me looking very concerned. She said she found them under my bed (What a stupid place to hide anything, if your supplies are under the bed - move them now!). Well I couldn't deny they were there. So I chose the best option.....I said nothing and walked upstairs (If you ever want to get away from someone, don't go upstairs - You get trapped!). Mum followed me so I went into my room and shut the door locked it and sat on my bed. I looked in all the hiding places and even my Farley's Rusks from under a pile of sheets in the wardrobe had disappeared. By this time Mum was pleading to let me in and talk.

I opened the door and sat back on my bed as dumb as a doorknob. Mum kept asking various stupid questions like, do I use them, are they for my wetdreams, etc..

Well it had turned out after sitting there for almost half an hour ignoring my mother she had called the doctor and made an appointment for me to see my Doctor. Oh boy, I thought this is going to be hard to get out of.

Well after saying I wasn't going to go and a few more minutes of shouting I agreed I would go but I wasn't going to talk at all.

Well the day came.....and there I was sitting in the doctors office thinking don't say a word. They can't diagnose you as being completely crazy if you say nothing. Well after about five minutes of not saying anything the doctor asked my Mum to leave the room.

When she had left my doctor started to ask me the same stupid questions as my Mum had a few days before. Well he told me that what I had was a fetish (I was so embarrassed I had to ask the doctor what fetish meant!). He said I would benefit if I went to see a pychiatrist.

Well I stupidly agreed. About three weeks later I had an appointment with a registrar (a person you see first who decides which pychiatrist you should see). Well my Mum took me so she could be sure I went, she saw me through the door and then told me she'd meet me at a shop down the road after my appointment. Well I had a long chat with this lady who asked me the same stupid questions as before along with questions like.

Do I like little babies, Do I feel like abusing little babies, Am I jealous of babies, Do I want to put in nappies for good, am I gay, etc...

Well after that humiliating appointment I then had a letter from this pychiatrist who wanted to see me. Well I called this guy and said I didn't want help and I'd call him.

About three months after all this, just after my eighteenth birthday I moved away from London to Houston, Texas. This was heaven... First I had my freedom. Also there where incontinence supplies just in the normal supermarket. Well I was a it of a chicken and found a local chemist who delivered. Bliss!

About 2 years ago I moved back to London and now I live in a three bedroom house with a flatmate and wear nappies and enjoy AB life as often as I can.

joshy@atlanticdesigns.co.uk