From: diapers@diaper.net ()
Subject: My Life Story
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 1995 02:25:19 GMT

   
	Here's my life story in regards to diapers as promised:   
	I remember when I was 5 and my brother was 2. I would 
steal some of  the pampers he wore and try to tape them on 
me but I guess I couldn't  figure out how they worked so 
that was the end of that.  When I was  8, I took some 
attends that my old elementary school had for the  
handicapped children that went to the school. I remember 
staying late  after school and when everyone was one, I 
would take them into the  boys bathroom and get diapered in 
a stall. It felt so babyish and good  but kind of scary! 
That went on for a while! I even faked sick to stay  home a 
few times so that I could get to be in diapers all day. I 
also  remember that when I was 10, I used a white garbage 
bag, wide masking  tape, a roll of paper towels and a role 
of toilet paper and made my  own home-made diaper. It was 
excellent but kind of baggy and it leaked.  When I was 10.5 
I bought my first pack of pampers to add to the above  home 
made diaper which solved the leaking problem. When I was 11, 
I  discovered what maxi-pads were used for and I used to 
take several  from my mom's stash and make thin and 
efficient diapers out of them.  when I was 12, I had enough 
guts to go and buy my first pack of  depends. That was 
HEAVEN but they leaked a lot.    
	And of course I faked sick a lot of the time to stay 
home and be in  diapers ALLLLLLL day long! That went on for 
a while still. Then, one  day, while diapered in a home-made 
diaper, I had my first ejaculation  quite by accident! I was 
frightened that I had 'broken' something and  abandoned 
diapers for a while. After reading up on my anatomy and that  
this kind of thing was OK, I bought my first pack of Attends 
when I  was 13. Now attends at the time had two tapes and a 
plastic liner and  didn't hold much at all. That's when I 
discovered that double  diapering was a viable option. I 
remember that when I was in grade 9,  my brother was in 
grade 6 in a different school so that our march breaks  ran 
a different times. I was able to spend one whole week being  
diapered every day, ALL day! I swear that I had to re-train 
myself  near the end! So this went on for a while. Then when 
I was 16, I  bought my first pacifier, baby bottle, diaper 
rash cream and baby  wipes. Also, my mom had gotten a 
blanket sleeper (no feet) for herself  from sears 
(SERIOUSLY!). I remember putting that thing on (it was a  
light baby blue) while wearing diapers and I really did look 
like a  baby with my pacifier, stuffed teddy and baby 
bottle. I used to fill  it with Kool-aid or apple juice and 
lie on the sofa or on a blanket on  the floor and just be my 
baby self, feeling content, secure and happy.  During this 
time I was having rather severe problems at school with  
people making threats on my life (for real), getting beat up 
all the  time (the fact that I wear glasses and LOVE math 
and physics didn't  help!). o, when I was 17 (grade 12) I 
dropped out a very depressed and  suicidal 17 year old. To 
make matters worse, while I was on my  "sabbatical", I used 
diapers but was caught by my mom who found my  hiding place! 
It was game over for a while as I was shuttled from  shrink 
to shrink to "cure" my deep depression.   Fortunately every 
psych that I went to thought that my diapers were a  result 
of my depression. So, to help myself and solve the entire 
mess,  I went to a mental health center where I voluntarily 
spent 3 months  sorting out my emotional mess. It was very 
nice there actually. Good  food, great people, fucking idiot 
doctors though! So, in 3 months with  NO medication I cured 
my depression (using special thinking and  mind/meditation 
techniques that I read about) and at the same time I  did my 
grade 12 advanced math by correspondence in one month. 
That's  also the time when I took up scuba diving and found 
a heart-felt love  for the ocean. However, at the mental 
health center, they had a  geriatric section. And, as you 
can guess, they had diapers (cloth) AND  rubber pants! COOL! 
I thought! So I used those a number of times and  NEVER got 
caught! They were medi-pants   made in Sweden. Very 
absorbent but a totally ugly green color. Worse  than 
depends! I would take my wet/dirty diapers when I was done 
and  sneak them into the outgoing laundry bin and take new, 
clean ones from  the incoming laundry bin. Then after I left 
Homewood I didn't do  diapers for like 1.5 years. (I know, 
awful eh!?) That takes me to 18.5  when I broke my no-diaper 
spell and bought a pack of attends which I  didn't finish 
and threw out on fear of discovery. I left diapers again  
for a while and picked it up again when I was 19 but we were  
renovating at the time so I was afraid of getting caught. 
When   I had just turned 20 (may 22 of this year) I got the 
job offer to  start in June from one of Canada's largest 
Internet providers. There I  became a beta tester for their 
software and that's when I found  alt.sex.fetish.diapers and 
all the web AB stuff including #DPF on IRC.  That was also 
the time when I read my first issue of Aquacorp journal  
(very high-tech diving mag). It featured a 12 page article 
on  toileting problems that tech divers have while spending 
8 or 9 hours  underwater. It featured a lengthy review of 
diapers, their use,  catheters and the issue of defecation. 
After all was said and done,  the panel of experts decided 
that diapers are the best method. COOL! I  though. Now 
everything is coming together! Just 3 months ago I bought  a 
pack of attends and nearly finished them but I tossed the 
rest since  my hiding place was in jeopardy of being 
discovered! (This house has  like no place hide ANYTHING! 
AAAUUGGHH!!) That takes me to now.  Meeting you, enjoying 
the company of people on #DPF, webbing to new  sites for 
pictures, fantasizing about being in diapers with someone  
else who actually accepts it and doesn't mind one bit, etc. 
There is  not ONE night that goes by where I don't dream, or 
fantasize about  diapers. I LOVE diapers. They make me feel 
secure, safe, warm,  comfortable, giggly, sensual, happy, 
babyish and at peace with  everything out there. All the 
problems of the world disappear when I'm  in diapers. It's a 
feeling that words can not explain.   
	Well, there ya go. Anything you read should go to your 
grave with you.   I hope that gives you a better 
understanding about where I come  from in terms of diapers 
and AB.