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"