This was posted by my Daddy... I think if you read it to the end, you will understand why.
Hello. My name is Stephen and I am scared to death to actually be writing something for other people to read. For nearly half my life, I have been an observer of the many ABDL sites, but for the first time I am trying to be a participant. It’s selfish, but this introduction is as much for me as it is for you. My whole life I have struggled to better understand this interest we share. It wasn’t until I met someone and shared this “secret” that this became something I felt secure enough to try.
Since I was a very young boy I have been fascinated by diapers. There are some key events that served to intensify this obsession, but I thought I was alone. Like many others, I experimented with making my own, since going to a store to purchase disposables was too terrifying to really consider. Then I stumbled across ABDL sites on the net when I was fourteen. I scoured every page, viewed every picture, and read every story until there wasn’t enough new material to satisfy my quest for input. I tried my hand at writing my own stories, but I was too scared to post them. What if someone tracked it back and discovered my “secret?”
When I was a teen, depression was my constant companion. Having grown up in a house where drug use was the norm, I turned to that to escape from reality. Not only was I hiding this interest in diapers, but I was also trying to discern why I felt so unsure about my sexuality. The two combined to make me incredibly insecure. My attempts at relationships were superficially a success, with both boys and girls, but they did not give me the comfort and lasting enjoyment I was seeking. Even when my “secret” was discovered on a few occasions, people were happy to ignore what they didn’t understand.
Eventually my drug use and bad decisions caught up with me. In the spring of 2003, I was arrested for robbery and sentenced to spend a decade of my life in prison. At first I didn’t think it was possible for me to survive that long. I made many mistakes that made being incarcerated much harder than it had to be. Not having anyone to talk to about my life meant that now my old life had to be kept a secret unless I wanted to be taken advantage of, or worse.
And then something amazing happened. While being moved from one prison to another, I came into contact with a man who immediately gave me the sense of comfort I had been craving. We exchanged letters, and something told me to tell him the whole truth. Imagine my surprise when he responded and asked me for more details. We continued to develop our relationship until my “secret” had become “our secret.” Love is a powerful thing.
My “Daddy” may not be as passionate about this lifestyle as I am, but he is accepting of my interest. It will be another couple years before I am released, so I am hoping to use this posting to meet some new friends to correspond with. Daddy has said he will check my e-mail and forward messages to me, but I’d really like to meet some people I can write using snail mail. Please be patient if you don’t get a quick response, but know that I will get back to anyone who takes the time to say hello. Until then...