From: (XeroBoy15) Subject: MY TRUE BABY STORY: Baby History Date: 21 May 1995 16:10:19 -0400 My True Baby Story By XeroBoy- Baby History The following is important information that goes with my true story. The events I currently have been going through are not the usual treatment methods for my medical problems, so it is important for you to know how I got to where I am today. I had gotten quite used to the nightly routine, Brush my teeth, Take off my underpants, pick out my jammies and wait for my father. I had wet the bed almost every day of my short life, and several years ago My mom and her husband (technically My father, but I wont admit it) had decided it would be easier for me, and for them if I simply wore a diaper to bed every night. I actually liked it, the feel of a thick soft, and warm diaper between my legs. It made me feel good, but good in a way I had never felt before. I expected the usual routine of a lecture, maybe a light spanking, being diapered and sent to bed. But tonight would be different, tonight would change my life forever. That was the first night my father sexually abused me. I won't go into allot of detail, because I can't handle talking about it much, and It hurts to remember. But over the next two years my father touched me, beat me, raped me, and tortured me. I was scared of the man, and took what he gave out for two years, one night though I snapped, he came in and walked toward me as I sit on the edge of my bed, I got up and tried to run away, but he grabbed me and spun me around until I was facing him. As tears filled my eyes, I closed them tightly afraid of what I knew was about to happen. Without thinking, I kicked him as hard as my twelve year old body could, and ran out of the house and into the woods. It was there hiding in the woods, that I realized I was naked, naked and currently peeing on myself. I stayed in those woods until I was sure that my mommy would be home. Shaking from both the November chill in the air, and from the fear of what I would return too, I walked slowly toward the back of the house, and into the back door. My mother was standing right there in the kitchen, and ran over and grabbed me. I still remember her words, and all the words of the night. "Where have you been?, and where are your clothes?" I didn't know what to say, there was so much I wanted to tell her, but how, and what would she say. "Is dad here?" I asked. I was told that my father had not been home since she had gotten home an hour before. With dad out of the house, I knew that this was my only chance to tell her, I searched for words but all I could come up with was "Daddy hurt me" That's all I said, but the pain in my eyes told my mother what was wrong. My mother picked me up and held me as she carried me to my bedroom, she sat me on my bed while she went to get me some clothes. By the time she got back, I was laying in bed, sucking my thumb, crying, and had wet again, soaking the sheets on my bed. I stayed there in bed, saying not a word, not getting up for anything, for over two months. I don't remember anything from those two months, but my mommy has told me about it. Sorry but I need to stop for now, I am upsetting myself by thinking about all this, I will continue it very soon, I promise. Please write me and tell me if I should continue to write. I know this part doesn't have a lot to do with the subject of this group, but believe me, it does later. Okay, Maybe I should have posted this before I started writing the rest of my story, but hey I screwed up. The next Part "TWO MONTHS" will be much more to your liking, I am sure, but I had to post the whole story to show why things happened the way they did. Mikey