just saying, this will probably be used to help me form an infamous infantilism theory but has anyone had any particularly traumatic experiences with diapers as a child? i know i have
It wasn't the diapers per say that was the problem it was how my parents dealt with the diapers, i was five years old when i learned that my parent didn't find diapers acceptable.
I was still relatively young. At five years old you think you know so much when in actuality you know so little. My brother was still a toddler and as a result was sill wearing diapers. To this day i'm still not sure if i was jealous or just curious but one day something possessed me to take a diaper out of the diaper bin and try it on, so I did. I went into the bathroom and quickly put on a diaper, the straps made the best noises i had heard and the diaper smelt fresh. Analyzing the situation this could even be seem as a kind of "pre-infantilism." Me knowing that i liked diapers but for no apparent reason at such a young age however seems impossible. I wore the diaper all day and to my surprise my parents did not notice at all. I must have been an extremely good boy that day because my mother and father were known to beat me for every little thing. Before i went to sleep i took my diaper off and made one of the worst mistakes of my five year old life, hiding the diaper in my toy box and simply closing the lid.
My parents had no need to go into my toys so for a week or two i was safe. That was until my father lost something of his. My father believed the best way to discipline a child was by beating them, i would soon learn so. He soon came to the conclusion that i had hid it in my toy box, he found two used diapers. My father became enraged and asked me to explain myself, with me unable to come up with a good lie my father beat me with the back of his hand quickly on the but. Five times fast in a row he was able to beat someone and that's exactly what he did. He soon pulled my pants down and held the diaper and screamed at me. "Are you a baby" "NO" i screamed back confused and crying. "So why are you wearing these?" he asked yelling all the while. My brother started to cry in the background. "I don't know" i screamed backed crying hysterically. "Do you want to be a baby? Huh?" He asked. "Do you want to wear diapers to school and have all your friends laugh at you." Naturally i wanted to scream "YES!" when i was a little older i thought that that would have had me set for life but i know now that, that was his sadistic way of getting me to bow down. I wanted to tell him "yes please treat me like a baby" but i knew i could not and i had common sense, so giving him the answer i knew he wanted to hear, i said "no." He then beet me again with five consecutive slaps twice in a row and left me on the bed bawling. I never stopped loving diapers though, i would look at them when i passed by the diaper bin. I learned to regress my addiction all the way up till age twelve
Looking back on the experience it's quite obvious that this is one of the reasons i was able to deny my love of diapers from 12-14 and also i think it may have increased my love for them. Yeah so that's my story in a nut shell, anyone else have a similar story?