When I was young-- about ten years old-- I was at a boarding school as 
I was a disabled. I was quite active up to others members of the school 
but I did have many friends. My main problems were at night—yes, 
bedwetting. I was always wetting the bed until a late age when I was 10 
years old. The school said I was to stop wear nappies and plastic pants 
and start going to the loo at night.

So I had an alarm pad. Then, if a bit of wet went on to the pad an 
alarm would go off and wake me up and then a night nurse would come in 
and get me to the bathroom. This went on and on and then in the end I 
thought I am losing sleep. I began to feel sleepy all the time. So one 
night when I went to bed all the dorms were quiet so I would walk along 
the hall way to the medical room and get some nappies and plastic 
pants. Then I would go to bed and wake up with a dry bed.

This went on for about a week until I was found out, and then the nurse 
would keep checking on me but I managed to have some nappies to wear. 
Then once I left school I was still interested in wearing nappies. I 
felt more secure and safe with just the feeling of them .I had now 
stopped the bed, left school and back home with my parents. Then as the 
years have gone by I started getting the feeling of wanted to be in 
nappies again. So one day I went to the shops and had seen how much 
they were and thought right, I get some tomorrow. I would go shopping 
for my parents and buy some nappies and sneak them back in to the house 
and I would go to bed and wear a nice, comfy nappy and plastic pants.

Then I tried cloth nappies and plastic pants. I also I made my own 
plastic pants. I was now enjoying wearing nappies and then I started to 
feel more like a baby again, so I then brought a dummy and a bib and 
also baby’s bottle.

I would also have lots of cuddly toys around my bed to keep my safe and 
feeling secure wearing a nice, cozy nappy and plastic pants with my bib 
and dummy in place and a nice bottle of milk to help me sleep with.

As the years went by I moved out of my parents’ house and then into my 
own place and now I have my own nursery room full of cuddly toys and 
baby toys. I have lots of nappies and plastic pants and a onesie to 
wear on top my nappies. I now wear nappies 24/7, I drink from baby 
bottles and suck my dummy and wear my bib, but I have been on many 
adult baby sites asking for a mummy to care for me. As this is the 
final feeling of being loved and cared for like the baby I am.

When I was starting to wear nappies 24/7 I thought I must have been the 
only one in the world with this feeling until I had seen an 
advertisement about adult babies. Then I knew I wasn’t alone and many 
others have the same feeling inside, that we want to live once again. 
My motto is “life is too short”, so if I want to be a baby again then 
that is what I shall be. Some of my friends and family know I wear 
nappies and I like acting a baby, which they have accepted; it’s what I 
feel. I hope you enjoy reading about my life as becoming an adult baby.