From: jesse@jesse.seanet.com (BabyJesse) Subject: delurk (my last post messed up) Date: Fri, 25 Aug 1995 09:14:49 GMT I thought that I would take the time to introduce myself to everyone on this newsgroup; seeing as how I have been reading it for quite a while. I am a 21 year old 6'4, 180lbs male, and I live in Seattle, Washington. I have always had a wetting problem. This problem has been the most persistent at nighttime, and even today I still wet the bed on a fairly regular basis. When I was growing up my parents put me back into diapers at night which lasted up until I moved out after High School. Before she did this, I would always wake up with my pajammas and underwear soaked; as well as the "classic" bedwetting stain on the bed. I was spared from having to wear them during the day though.Sometime around the age of 12 I began to regard the bathroom as a cold and impersonal place. I do not know what happened to cause this mindset, I just know what the result was. I began to keep from pooping for as long as possible in order to avoid the toilet. As for wetting, I would just pee outside during the day, and at night I would use the diapers. When I would finally be on the verge of losing control, I would run to the toilet, poop, and be out of the bathroom within a very short period of time. One day, however, I was outside building a tree-house when I felt the need to poop come on. I did the normal "holding it" routine so as to avoid the bathroom, and quite suddenly realized that I had made a mistake. I could not hold this one like I thought, and even as I ran for the house I could feel myself messing (a lot) in my pants. I stopped short of the house and almost as an afterthought, wet myself. The funny thing about it was, I liked it; check that, I loved it! From then on I tried to hold BM's for as long as possible and then if it was convenient, I would have an "accident". Once I moved out of my parents house and into an apartment, I immediately bought three times as many diapers as my parents had been buying for me. I figured that this would allow me to wear diapers all the time at home, and some when I was out. So I continue to wear diapers every minute that I am at my apartment. One activity I enjoy as well, is wearing "big-boys" underwear and jeans and then having "accidents", which reinforces my need for diapers. It's also great fun to poop myself in public somewhere and see if anyone notices. The current chapter in my life began a few months ago with the discovery of ASFD and DPF, Crissy's, etc. I am in the process of saving money so that I can order real cloth diapers, plastic pants, bedwetter pants, and baby clothes (to start with). It was more than orgasmic to discover others like me, although this simply reinforces the properness of my "un-potty-training" Thank you for listening to me ramble on like this. I welcome any comments anyone may have. This is my real E-Mail address, so feel free. Thanks again. Sincerely, BabyJesse P.S. I loved the story by BabyWendy. I also talk to myself quite often when I am having "accidents"