True Story When I was 13 years old I was placed in a foster home
that used punishment to fit the proper wrong. When I was put into
this foster home I had a problem of wetting the bed. The doctors
said that it was due to being nervous from being placed in foster
homes since 4 years old. After about a month my foster mother
decided to take care of the problem her way. She started making
me wear diapers to bed each night. After 2 weeks of still wetting
the bed she started putting rubber pants on me over my diapers,
but that didn't solve anything so she started making me wear diapers
and rubber pants during the day. For about a month going to school
and out to play my foster brothers and sisters decided they wanted
a big baby around. One Saturday morning I woke up with wet diapers
on as usual and I had to have a BM. When I got out of bed to go
to the bathroom one on my foster brothers met me at the bathroom
door. He checked to see if I was wet and I told him I was and
that I had to go to the bathroom bad. He told me to wet my diapers
in front of him and I told him I didn't have to pee that I had
to go number2. He held me and started rubbing my stomach. My foster
sisters and other foster brothers said they wanted me to mess
my diapers I had no choice but to mess my diapers because I had
to go real bad and the cramps were starting to hurt. After I messed
my diaper they all took me in to see my foster mother. That's
when I decided that I will be a big baby. When my foster mother
changed my wet messy diapers she had me climb into the 2 year
olds high chair. My foster mother went out into the kitchen to
fix my breakfast, which was a baby bottle of milk and a small
bowl of baby cereal. She had my 7 year old foster sister feed
me my first of many baby cereal and bottle breakfasts. After breakfast
I was taken out of the high chair and placed in the play pen.
My foster mother then placed a pacifier in my mouth and told me
that I will be a baby until she decided to let me grow up. That's
when my baby life began with diapers and rubber pants, bottles,
baby food, cribs, play pen, high chair and carriage came into
my life. Always a baby, Baby John.