Ok here's my story. I don't wanna go on and on, I'm not good at talking about myself. Dad is bipolar, he beat me and my mom. I had a brother die of sids, when I was 5. My mom, wasen't a very good mom. Guess they were both young, so it might've been hard for them as parents, looking back on it, i'm sure it was very hard for my mom. I wasen't out of diapers till I was 6. One of my most vivid memories, that may have led to me being ab. There was this time in daycare, kids will be kids, I was either 6 or 7. We had a food fight in the lunch room, somehow I got caught, they made me sit in a highchair in front of everyone. Damn I want a highchair so bad lol! Mom and Dad divorced, lived with my mom, we lived at my grandparents, she was never home, she was always running around with her boyfriends. My dad got custody of me, I was 7. When I got to my dad's house, my mom had dropped all my stuff at my dad's house. She was mad at him, hell maybe me to, but she had thrown all my things all over my dad's yard! So that night we partied, don't know if my dad might've done this cause he wanted me to forget what my mom did. We drank Tom Collins, and got high. Granted I was 7, so i'm sure I didn't do much at all!
When I went to live with my dad, maybe a year later, he remarried. When they began starting a family, I got lost in the shufflle. I felt like I was in the way, like they didn't want me there. One day, like everyone, this was my moment to walk down the lonley road of adultbaby blvd. Took one of my sisters diapers, put it on, felt safe and secure and horney lol. Got caught, dad took me to my grandma's in front of the whole family and tried to get me to answer why I did this! This was 1985! I had no idea why I did this! Did it again, got caught again, this time sent to the shrink. That did 0 good! Quit for a long time, then the urge was there and I wen to the store and bought a package of Pamper ultra, damn the smell, the feel, the crinckle! WOW! Got caught, dad said, if I ever do it again he'll kill me!
I found the girl of my dreams, the reason I say of my dreams. She just understood everything about me, she didn't judge me, she was just there for me. I felt safe and comfortable with her. I might say she was 17, and I was 20Her family took me in right away, well actually just her and her mom. I don't know why her mom ever took to me the way she did. Did she feel sorry for me, does she love me ect. After living with her family, her mom and dad decided to divorce. The whole family blamed me, I was going through hell, one night we were laying in bed. I began crying she asked what was wrong, I told her I feel like I'm 5 years old again, going through my own mom and dad's divorce. She asked what could she do to make me feel better, I said just hold me and tell me everything's going to be ok. She did, and not long after that one thing led to another, and she began babying me. This was 1992, they had the gender specific diapers. We first had to modify the diapers, we'd use safety pins to connect the diaper. She really enjoyed the control she had, she would always threaten me, telling me if we ever broke up she'd tell everyone about my baby side. Oh to get back to the gender diapers, she'd get the pampers for girls, even though I'm 100% straight. I have to admit, we did talk about this but we never did it. For some reason, I've always wanted to dress up as a baby girl, I think it would just be really embarassing and more babyish. Having my mommy, left up my dress to check my diaper lol. We got in this huge fight, and I didn't want her going off and telling everyone about my baby side. The only person I cared enough about, that I respected and loved her. I didn't want her to judge me, I wanted her to hear it from my heart, was her mom. Her mom's like the mom, I've never had. Unconditional love. She would buy me clothes, and things I needed, no one has ever done that for me. So I told her mom, and she didn't bat an eye. She even asked alot of questions, one thing led to another and she began babying me. Her daughter and I did get back together, I was living the Jerry Springer show for real. Her mom found away to make the diapers better without the safety pins! I eventually ran her daughter off, that's what being bipolar does for you.
I live with her mom, I've finally accepted I'm bipolar. I've been seeing a doctor and taking meds since 04. I'm waiting to hear back for my disability, My doctors reccomended that I file for it. If I would've accepted it sooner, I'd still be with my gf/mommy. I hope to someday, find her again
My hobbies Music, sports, video games, movies, and politics