Name: “Where Are You?”
Current Age: 45

I'm the one person everybody thanks God he isn't. I was never wanted 
because I always was a real live diaper boy, weak and pathetic and 
obviously retarded. If I was left alone to wander the woods and 
countryside, I would be hunted down like a wild animal and taunted by 
local children. They would poke me with sticks and hit me and laugh at 
me because I'm pathetic and I'm not even allowed to wear boys’ 
underpants. I'm dumb and don't know all of the words. I stutter and 
poop in my pants and don't even still remember doing it. I want 
somebody to show me how to be like everybody else but nobody will. 
Nobody likes me because everybody knows I still have to wear diapers.

Any time anybody sees me that knows I'm a diaper boy I have to hide 
because if I'm caught I'll be put away again. I want to be free but as 
soon as anybody knows I wear diapers they want to kill me. So I hide 
myself and try to hide my diapers in the woods. Huge gangs of young 
boys hunt me down and sometimes they catch me. They aren't always cops 
callers, but often they are. I've been in and out of psychiatric places 
over the years. But when you're spared all of that, being the only 
diaper boy in the woods is really fun.

If you're looking for a young master of the boys’ underwear wearing 
class, it's hard to find one who will be friends with a diaper boy. 
They might beat me up but I deserve it and am only afraid that I will 
be locked up again in the funny farm. There, I'm not given any diapers 
to wear, and so I make big messes and am always in trouble. But I don't 
get the attention I need, and I hate it.

If I only had a real master who wanted a diaper boy to be his slave, I 
could be happy. But instead, I have to go through it all alone. I feel 
like the only diaper boy on Earth. I need a normal boy to be my friend.