I apologize for dropping in this evening with a few thoughts about being an Adult Baby. I will admit, that all my life I have been immature and "Little". My late Mom who was mentally deranged never wanted me to grow up and be an adult in the first place. From 1978 to 2008 when she passed away, I really have not had much of an adult life. Yes, there was some employment occasionally. But, I never really became an "independent" adult until after she was gone. It is quite true that my late Mom infantilized me. At present, I really do live as an independent adult. But, I still spend a lot of time still playing with toys, much as I did when I was physically a child. I guess I never grew up. Yet, as a child, I was a grown up and mostly as a handicapped child with Autism and Cerebral Palsy, I had to fend for myself when my Dad was not around and off working. Baby Grown Up/Grown Up Baby, I guess I am both in the same body.