This going to be lengthy. LOL.
I was born February 8th 1980. When I was birn, I was 3 months premature. The doctors had told my mother, because I was so small, actually barely above a pound, that I probably would not live. So, they put me in the incubator to supply extra oxygen to my body. In doing so, they turn the oxygen up too high and cause a tear in both my retinas. I was in the hospital for the first three months of my life. When I was finally able to go home, I stayed with my natural parents, and my other four brothers and sisters. Actually, I am number 5 out of 6 children. When I turned 6 months old, my mother was deemed unfit to be a parent as was my father. So, I was put into the care of the state. I was put into DCFS care. In the time that I was in foster care, I had been in 17 foster homes before the last, being the 18th would be my permanent home until I was discharged out of the system at 21 years old.
As a child, I had no childhood. I had to constantly watch myself, due to the severe abuse in many of the homes that I was in. In several homes, I was abused sexually, mentally, physically, and emotionally. I remember as clear as day some of the incidents that happened tunee as a child. The first time that I was abused physically was when I was just a little bit over a year old. The mental abuse started when I was roughly around two and a half to three years old. The sexual abuse started when I was 5. I wanted so bad to escape from that, and I tried to tell my case worker what was going on when I was five. But, you have to remember back in the 1980's, it wasn't unusual for a lot of abuse to go on in the homes that the system overlooked constantly. In fact, out of the 17 homes that I was in, 15 of the homes were abusive homes. Some of the homes I was raped by older children in their older teens, and sometimes even foster parents themselves. I really have no idea how I fell into the kind of issues I did, but somehow none the less, I suffered. So, the abuse was terrible. If I was being molested or sexually abused, and I cried, I was often stuck in the basement for a couple days as a punishment. This was only in one home that I stayed in.
I never was able to have any toys of my own, because anything I had other foster children either would destroy or steal from me. I moved around so much as a child, I didn't have much time to be able to make friends. Every time I did make a friend I had to move. As a child, that was very emotionally distressing and for me. I honestly felt like the only reason I couldn't make friends is because it was my fault. But that couldn't have been farther from the truth. When I was 6 years old, I remember one home I was in my foster parents and the other three children went on vacation for a week. They left me at home all alone for an entire week. So in that week that I was all alone, I had quickly learned how to survive on my own. The crazy thing is, nobody knew that they left me at home by myself.
When I got older, in my later teens, I started having this strange desire to want to be babied. All of a sudden started trying to find ways of getting diapers to wear. Most of my life up until this point, I was a bedwetter. When I went to counseling, my counselor would always tell me that part of my problem is emotional stress, and physical stress on my body. Those are two of the things that was causing my bed wetting problem. He also told me that I have been diagnosed with ADHD. One of the side effects of having ADHD, can be, and was for me bed wetting. So the first line of defense that they tried for my bed wetting problem, is the buzzer mattress cover. They found out that didn't work too well because I have anxiety. And being woken up suddenly like that with my anxiety caused a lot of other physical problems for me. So, they decided they would start having me wear adult diapers at night. To be honest, with the adult baby desires that I was starting to have, it was almost like a dream come true to have to wear a diaper at night. So, in my early 20's my bed wetting problem just disappeared. But, just a few short years later, my nocturnal enuresis would return with a vengeance. I found myself wetting the bed at least 3 or 4 times a week. So, when I turned 26 I took a trip to a urologist. According to the doctor, my ADHD is the primary cause of my bed wetting problem still. He told me that I needed to have a sleep study done so they can monitor my brain waves at night. And they found that the part of my brain but tells my body to get up and go to the bathroom, shuts off when im in deep sleep. So I wet the bed and don't even know it. The first line of defense this time around, was medication. They wanted to put me on a pill that would help control my bladder contractions as I slept. But, looking into further detail on this pill, I found out the side effects were just too much of a risk to take. So the doctor told me the other choice I had was to have another one of those buzzer pads put on my bed. I told him last time we tried it it cause triggers on my anxiety. So once again, the doctor suggested that I use adult diapers if I didn't want to go down the route of the buzzer or a pill. I told him, but wearing adult diapers is something that I have been used to in my late teens. So, until this day, I still wear adult diapers at night. And now, I find that I'm starting to have a problem with a narrowing of my urethra. So now I have to have a procedure done where the doctor have to put a stint into my urethra all the way to my bladder for about 6 weeks.
But, all my life I have loved plushies, and toys made for younger children. So, between my physical problems, and my emotional problems, being an adult baby works out perfectly for me. It helps me cope with a lot of issues from my past, and it helps me just destress a whole lot better. Because of my ADHD, sometimes I can have emotional breakdowns and issues. The quickest way to relieve my issues is just a crawl in bed, get diapered, and cuddle with a plushie.
So as you can see, there are many things that kind of contributed to the reason that I became an adult baby. But, I would never trade being an adult baby for anything else in the world. In fact, when I met my fiance Elaine, I told her all about the abuse that I've been through and the reason that I was an adult baby. My fiance Elaine herself, had been through one very volatile marriage, and had emotional problems herself. She has what is called empty nest syndrome. So seeing that her children and left home, left a giant hole in her heart and she had to fulfill it someway. And that's where I came in. When I told her I was an adult baby, it was like a perfect fit for us. She absolutely loves being a mommy type, and I'm an adult baby. It was a perfect fit for the both of us. We've made plans to get married in May. We have decided that I will have my own nursery, and she said she's more than happy to be my mommy and my wife. It just seems like a perfect fit for us to be together. We have so much in common, and my AB lifestyle is something that she wants in her life.