Baby Bono
BabyBono's history of nappies.
BabyBono's case history


	It's dawned on me that if I don't document some of my 
more distant memories I may forget them altogether, and as 
the important ones are AB related it makes sense to make 
them available to other ABs on the 'net. Here goes......
	 My first memory of nappies was wearing them as a 
child. I remember wearing them in bed at night (maybe in a 
cot/crib). I wore cloth with transparent plastic pants. I 
would have been about three years old, as it was in my 
parent's first house which we left when I was four. So this 
would have been in 1974. I can really remember the feel of 
my plastic pants as I knelt up in bed, with the soles of my 
feet touching my nappy.
	 At about that time I remember being called into the 
bathroom for a bath, and our next door neighbour's child 
(about my age) was already in the bath. I can vividly 
remember pulling down my plastic pants, and instinctively 
knowing that my mother was the only person who could take 
off my cloth nappy, because of the pins I was not able to do 
it myself. I also remember the red marks that the elastic of 
the plastic pants would leave on my skin. I also have a 
vague recollection of fear of being pricked by a nappy pin!
	 I next remember my sister being on the scene, still at 
that first house. I remember that she started off in cloth 
but quickly moved over to 'Snugglers disposables'. I 
remember the feel of the plastic of these nappies, and I 
don't remember any way of holding them together (ie I don't 
remember any sticky tapes). There was a certain amount of 
jealousy towards her soft 'new' nappies!
	 We moved when I was four(ish), and I was dry day and 
night by that point. I remember seeing 'Snugglers' wrappers 
in my sister's room but no actual nappies. I remember 
finding one or two nappy liners in the bottom of one of her 
drawers. I naughtily put these in my underwear an enjoyed 
the feeling. Probably my first AB experience (even if I 
wasn't an adult!).
	 I made friends with the neighbours' children who were 
about my age. I remember one incident when we were playing 
'Mummies and Daddies' in the garden, I guess I was about 
six. I got to play the part of the baby, which made a change 
as I usually played the part of the father. I remember 
saying to everyone I was going to ask my mum to put a nappy 
on me, which I did. She said yes, until I stupidly asked if 
I could 'go in it'. 'NO!' was her reply and I was sent to my 
room. The subject was dropped.
	 Over Easter of this year I caught a very strange 
virus. It affected my calf muscles and meant I couldn't 
stand or walk. I could still move my legs, but didn't have 
enough strength to put my weight on them. This meant I 
couldn't get to the toilet unless I crawled on my kness, and 
knelt against the bowl to pee! My doctor insisted that I 
should not crawl on my knees and should be carried 
everywhere, including to the toilet. I had a bed set up 
downstairs next to the lounge and the bathroom, and things 
started off with my mum taking me to the toilet, but I got 
embarrassed and started crawling there instead. I did 
vaguely bring up the subject of nappies with my mother, but 
she reassured me that she never expected me to wear nappies. 
(Bummer!). I had this same virus at Easter for the following 
two years, and it lessened in severity each time.
	 About this time my fetish for wearing nappies went mad 
and it was all I thought about for weeks. I tried beach 
towels with bin-liners, lots and lots of tissues in my 
underwear, anything I could find. I thought about how I 
could get my mother to understand my needs. So I made 
excuses about waking up at night and needing the toilet and 
only just making it there in time. She said I should take my 
old potty that was in the loft and use it if I knew I 
couldn't make it in time. 'A result' I thought. 
Unfortunately I got a severe telling off the first time I 
used it - she had said it in jest, she was teasing me. 
Ooops!
	 Soon after this I started going to school in town, 
about ten miles away. This gave me the opportunity to buy 
disposable nappies, hide them in my bag, and take them home 
on the school bus, without my parents knowing about them. 
Over my school life I must have bought every make and model 
of toddler/childsize nappy going. From well known brands, to 
cheapo local chemist brands.
	 Once I had used one of the nappies I had bought, I 
used to feel very, very guilty. I would also think about how 
much money I had wasted, especially as I had to earn it from 
paper rounds as I never had an allowance. I wanted to throw 
away my nappies, but I always thought my parents would find 
them in the rubbish bin, so I used to hide them under next-
door's oil tank. Within a few days, I'd be back in nappies, 
and very grateful I hadn't thrown them away and wasted more 
money - until the next time I felt guilty!
	 I used to tape the toddler nappies together so they 
were large enough for me to wear. Whilst this was not very 
satisfactory, it was the best I had. One day, just after I 
had finished playing in the lounge, my sister return home 
earlier then expected. Whilst I was fully clothed again by 
that point I hadn't had time to take my large nappy upstairs 
in order to hide it. She asked "Is that yours?". I replied 
that I had found the nappy in the driveway. She looked very 
suspiciously at me as she could see it was larger than a 
normal nappy. I acted out the 'throwing it in the rubbish' 
plan, hid it upstairs in my room and got away with it, 
somehow!
	 At about age 16 I got caught in school once, by two 
friends, who were sat at my desk whilst I was in lesson in 
one of the school labs. They were being nosy and looked in 
my bag, only to find a three pack of toddler-sized 
transparent-blue plastic pants. They laughed at me (in 
private) and I lied about the fact that I'd bought them for 
a neighbour who'd been in a car accident, and had a child to 
care for and couldn't get to the shops. They laughed at this 
and mysteriously the subject dropped!
	 That summer my folks went away on holiday and I was 
allowed to stay at home on my own. Apart from having a great 
party in their absense (!), I also had time to set up my old 
cot, which they've still got, in the loft. I slept well 
every night, even if one end was supported by another bed 
because I couldn't fit in it if I had both ends of the cot 
on! This was about the time I got over that guilty feeling 
of wearing nappies, and the money I'd spent. I've now learn 
to accept it as part of the cute, cuddly side of me.
	 At 18, just before I moved away to go to University, 
my sister came into my room where my mother and myself were 
chatting. She held in her hand, a rolled up disposable 
nappy. She said 'Is this yours? I found it on my window 
sill'. I said that I had seen someone throw it over our 
wall, as he walked down the narrow lane from the housing 
estate behind us as he was on his way to the local shop. I 
claimed to have intended to throw it from my sister's window 
at him as he walked back from the shop. They seem to fall 
for it. Of course, in reality, it was one of mine that I had 
used and intended to throw into the already dirty lane. Just 
before I got to the window, the phone rang and so I left it 
next to her window and forgot all about it! Luckily she 
found it about four hours after, so it wasn't warm :)
	 In my first year of University I lived in halls of 
residence and discovered a local disability shop that sold 
adult-sized nappies, Molnlycke-Optifit. I was a keen 
keysmith, and made numerous master keys to get into the 
kitchens of the Hall. One of these keys was used by friends 
on the 1st April to break into my room and hide it's entire 
contents. When I returned to my room, all the furniture was 
gone, except for the chest of drawers, under which I hid all 
my supplies. I can't think why they didn't take that as the 
drawers could be easily removed, and then the frame moved. I 
have a feeling that they must have seen what was underneath, 
and then removed the bed, desk, and wardrobe instead!
	 After a few years I left University, having finished 
my course, and moved to London in search of a career. I 
still knew of nowhere else to buy my nappies, so I used to 
go back to the old disability shop on the train, buy my 
nappies and come home! A day trip to buy nappies, if you 
like.
	 In early '94 I got back together with an old 
girlfriend, Ikkie, who I had previously been seeing whilst 
at University. She still lived there, and this created a 
problem for me buying supplies, as I would have to take them 
to her house first before bringing them back to London. So I 
eventually plucked up the courage to tell her my secret. She 
seemed to understand the sexual excitement of my nappies, 
although she told me that she didn't want to find me in bed 
in a baby-grow, so I've chosen to leave my secret there. I 
get to wear nappies in bed with her, the rest I can 
fantasize about.
	 In July '95 I found out that my housemate (who I knew 
from University) knew about my nappies. I saw my copy of 
Deadline magazine had fallen down the back of his desk. As 
it was this month's issue, and he hadn't even asked to 
borrow it, I decided to retrieve it. When I lifted it up, I 
saw one of my nappies, unused, sticking out from under one 
of the desk drawers. I was immediately filled with shock and 
debated for hours as to what I would do or say to him when 
he came back off holiday the following week. I thought about 
removing it as it was unused, but then I thought he would 
know that I knew that he knew! So I left it there. The 
following week he returned and his new girlfriend insisted 
that he tidy his room. They tidied his room whilst I was at 
work one day, and when I returned I found a black plastic 
rubbish sack in the corridor, with my nappy lying on top of 
it. I reclaimed the nappy, still unused, and put out the 
rubbish. I often wonder how the conversation went between 
the two of them. He must have had some explaining to do to 
his girlfriend in order to prove it wasn't his!
	 In early October '95 I went to see my parents for a 
few days as I hadn't seen them for about twelve months. 
Whilst there I wore nappies at night. I've been working 
really hard recently and was shattered on the first night, 
but I needed to call work the following day at around 9am. 
My parents didn't have a spare alarm clock, so my mother 
promised that she'd wake me before we went to work in the 
morning. When I woke up it was 4pm and there was a cold cup 
of tea next to the bed. More importantly, when I woke up a 
realised the duvet had slid between my legs (as though I was 
riding a horse!) and was only partially covering my diapered 
behind. Later that evening my mother claimed to have woken 
me up when she left me my tea, I just didn't remember. She 
gave no clues as to whether she'd seen my nappy or not. If 
she had, I wonder what she thought!?
	 In November '95 I met up with Joshy, and it was 
fantastic to talk face to face with someone else with a 
similar fetish. The important thing was talking face to 
face. I've found it's very easy to say things on the 'net, 
hiding behind a pseudonym and a monitor. Whilst I don't use 
my real name here, that's mainly for my safety, anyone who 
speaks to me directly can know my real name.
	 As you can probably tell, over time I've learned to 
live with my fetish as a part of me, and I've grown to love 
it. I've conquered my guilt and have become a more open-
minded and accepting individual generally. I don't really 
care who knows, although I don't have any intentions of 
telling anyone unless they ask. I wouldn't expect them to 
ram their fetish down my throat, so neither will I. Anyway, 
time to sign off.