Name: Matt

Email: [email protected]

Ages: 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Current Age: 14

 

Summary: Told from my view and it’s about how I got to be accepted as the way I am in the real world and can now enjoy a early start in being a teen baby and diaper loving young man. It also shows how it all started from age 3-14/now.

When I was 3 I had been almost forced to start potty training. I kind of liked the way the big-kid underwear looked with the Spiderman prints and Batman prints and all, but I for some reason just always wanted my size 6 Pampers diapers with teddy bear prints more. I was still getting my mom to buy me my pampers at like age 3 ½ but no matter how hard I tried, even though she brought them along I would always end up with underwear on and would often purposely poop in them because I wanted the diapers instead. I always envied the diapers at the time for the most because it was back then when they were made in that perfectly crinkly plastic covering. When I was 4 I it was 1996 and I was going to preschool and was having accidents— usually pooping ones— once a month. As I recall it was all because I didn’t feel like getting up to go potty. I can remember when this one like 20 year old girl had to wipe my butt with baby wipes even though I was like 4 and humiliated me by constantly commenting on how disgusting it was. Then I just kind of stopped until I was about 10 I think that’s as best as I can remember it. I had started wetting the bed at age 10 and I started really getting into buying all kinds of diapers that I thought looked cool when my mom would take me to get Goodnights (at the time they were the white underwear like kind). I think my mom thought that if I actually enjoyed or wanted to buy diapers then I should be allowed so it would help savor the embarrassment I also think she was pretty surprised.

During my kid years I had these friends that were across my fence and in these apartments. (by the way my dad had made me a like real life playhouse with heat and electricity and a old TV etc. + I had this secret door he made In the adjacent fence to allow me easier access over with a shortened walk). I had this one friend, Ethan, and another named Brendan, who were from Cleveland, Ohio, and had been taken in by their grandparents because their dad had died or something like left and the mom was on drugs and stuff. But one of the two actually decided that he would engage in diaper play with me so we did and this started to begin a new era of my diaper loving life. I came up with this plan where I would throw about 2 diapers down and the friend with me would be (since it was a 2-story house) down below and catch them then run into the playhouse not too far to the left of my window. We wore our diapers and would kind of dance around and pee in them together just mess around, really. Then later on they had to go back to Ohio because the trials were over and they could finally settle back in. then around the same time.

Later on it was the summer before going into junior high/6^th grade and I started to wet purposely to get my parents to buy me Goodnights because I had found out off the Internet that they now had prints. This went on for about 2, maybe 3 months. Then I just decided to stop because my mom was complaining about the cost’s. At this time I was 12 I ended up having the hardest, roughest, worst school years of my life. During 6^th grade I got all kinds of teasing and stuff. But then I ended up when I was just turning 13 and going into 7^th grade threatening my middle school through a e-mail reply that was originally intended for my parents to answer asking if we were ready for a big year! So then I ended up in a program called A.D.T.P. (Adolescents Day Treatment Program) and now I’m soon going to be transitioning into 8^th grade I’m now 14 and 1 month and a half. I used wkld.diaperchat.com for a good way to tell my parents and after a long time, about 1-2 months I finally got the nerve to tell my parents and just recently about a week ago my parents agreed and now I get to wear diapers lots of times pretty much whenever I’m home and it’s just me and my parents and maybe my sister who’s in college and 19. I also get to drink out of a sippy cup sometimes and when I go to bed a bottle and now my program counselors/ my personal and family therapists know and they’re pretty much cool with it and said it’s not really going to change a thing (which is good) but it’s good that they know and their glad I told them! So really I’m just a happy person now because I won’t have to end up regretting never telling my parents when I’m out of the house and on my own! And I was smart enough to know that I would be happiest not to make the mistake most Adult babies make and diaper lovers and that’s that they choose not to tell their parents and end up having to wait until their all by themselves totally lonely and left to fulfill these desires all by themselves! Anyways I know this wasn’t very interesting but it’s my True life account and I might as well write it. I wrote this in about exactly an hour, I think, and just so you know, I most likely won’t change it, but anyways, if you want to talk to me (I mean e-mail me), it’s [email protected].

One more thing I forgot to add: When I was about 9 or 10 I found after I had started praying about things like wishing I would be made into a baby again this package of size 7 pampers at Rite Aid in an on-sale clearance bin of stuff that looked like it was anything but diapers, and it was the last time I got to wear baby’s diapers that fitted me— I think it was God! J