The Infantilist Chapters of My Life

[Kovalchuk]

The original copy of this story was burned in the crash of the original tbdl.org, and I am starting again from scratch. (By the way, I may include things in this story that I forgot to include in the original.) This is all 100% true. Oh, remember that I have been out of writing these memoirs for months, so please spare mercy to my poor skill. OK, here goes.


Chapter One
The Early Years

I was three years old, and life was bliss. I had no worries, I had all the attention anyone could want, my father had hair. I was also still in diapers at this point, but I was beginning to grow out of them. I was at the center of the universe, and nothing would change that. Until one day, something happened that I did not like.

My sister was born.

I have faint memories of going through the long corridors of the maternity ward where she was born. I did not think of her as a human being, but rather as a sort of stuffed animal. She was so small- and so pink, too. At first, I didn't know what to think. I guess I had loving emotion toward her, but I was only three and wasn't sure how to voice them. However, I soon found that she took away much of the attention that I prized! When I wanted to be played with, my parents were always doing something with "the baby", as I always called her. They were always feeding her, putting her down to nap, taking her outside, changing her... The list went on forever. I was so jealous. I began to associate her with being left alone. I told my mother, "I don't like you when you have the baby." She wondered why I said this, but I never responded.

One day, it was time for her baby shower. People from all over came to celebrate her birth. Aunts and uncles, co-workers, my grandmothers, Almost every adult I knew was there. But not for me. For her. I was sick of being, as I thought, left alone. I decided to leave. As you may have guessed, nobody noticed me going out the open back door. I decided to myself that I would go and live with my best friend, Liam. I had made it about a block down our road, when my father's car pulled up and stopped. I expected him to be angry with me, but he was not. He was worried. Apparently some people had realized I wasn't there and called the police. He had set out to look for me. I shrugged and hopped back into the car.
At this time I was in the process of toilet training. I had not been making significant progress, but my parents were eager to get me out of diapers. I remember hearing my father tell me, "This is your last pamper!" He was wrong. The next day, when I was given a new pair of white briefs to wear, I used them without noticing. My parents were upset at me, but didn't do anything but complain. This cycle continued for about a week, until they finally acknowledged that I wasn't ready to wear underwear and put me back in a Pamper. They tried to train me a few more times that year, but they never succeeded. Life went on until I was age five, having my parents take care of my sister, feeding her, dressing her, changing her diapers (as well as mine), and many other things. Then something else I didn't like, and still hate to this day, happened. She was diagnosed with moderate autism. I had little idea what that meant, but I knew something was wrong with her because of my parents' tears. This would affect my life forever. It still does to this day.

My seventh birthday was on the horizon. I was excited about that presents I would get, and the year ahead. There was just one problem: I was in first grade, and still in diapers! My parents had no idea why I wouldn't train, I was perfectly smart, about at the genius level for my age.
However, by the time I was 7.25, I was out of Pampers. I originally was very happy. Then, about another six months later, I realized I actually missed my diapers. They meant something special to me, some sign of innocence, some sign of happiness, attention.

And so it began.

[Kenshin Himura]

Originally Posted by The Russian

I was in first grade, and still in diapers!

Lucky.

[blarg]

you're a very jealous-like person, and it's kind of ironic that you state that the diapers remind u of innocence because while you wore them you were extremely jealous of your sister. You also had bad structure at one point-

This would affect my life forever. It still does to this day.

I believe the word for what you did there is redundant because it's like saying "I will live for ever," and then you add on, "And i'm alive to this day" yet you stated that you will live for ever. See what i'm saying? It's very similar to what you did, you stated a fact and then you repeated the fact in a slightly different manner and worded it to seem as if you'd expected it to prove untrue after a certain amount of time.

As for the content- i'm sorry but i'm not tb/ad/etc. so i can't really relate to any of this, keep writing i suppose and i'll keep showing what's wrong.

~blarg

[Trevor]

Originally Posted by blarg

you're a very jealous-like person, and it's kind of ironic that you state that the diapers remind u of innocence because while you wore them you were extremely jealous of your sister.

If you're going to give someone a hard time for being a jealous kid at age 3-5, maybe you ought to stick to editorial suggestions.

[blarg]

Trevor- dude, he said "innocence" indicating innocence When writing in anything one must assume that his audience will take statements such as these- literally. It is nothing that someone would think of being as a figure of speech, it was a statement that is supposed to be treated as such.

[Trevor]

Originally Posted by blarg

Trevor- dude, he said "innocence" indicating innocence When writing in anything one must assume that his audience will take statements such as these- literally. It is nothing that someone would think of being as a figure of speech, it was a statement that is supposed to be treated as such.

This is where you're getting tripped up. I didn't say that it was a figure of speech. People are not only one thing and children in particular are not. A child can be both innocent and jealous and many other things by turns. You wouldn't say that a child couldn't be happy if they were ever sad. It's the same thing. As long as they're not 'innocently jealous', it's not a tricky thing. In any event, the source of the innocence the story refers to draws from the time before the jealousy, so I don't see how there's a conflict.

[genbaby]

Originally Posted by blarg

you're a very jealous-like person, and it's kind of ironic that you state that the diapers remind u of innocence because while you wore them you were extremely jealous of your sister. You also had bad structure at one point-

Your in the wrong community of people to do that stuff. some *bs and dls are created though want of attentoin others are getting or that they once got.

[Mr Alex]

Why are editorial suggestions not sent by PM.

Have a the PM button on posts autoset subject to the title of the thread, and type in what you want to say. That way, it would be just as fast as replying to the thread. IMO of course.

[Kovalchuk]

Sorry about the structure error, it was past midnight when I wrote this and, needless to say, I was very tired. And, Blarg, you are wrong, while I may have been jealous of my sister at age 3, I am not like that anymore. I stopped being a "jealous-like person" very soon after age 3, about when I realized she had autism and I needed to look out for her. For catching the grammar mistake, I thank you. For being a life coach when you don't know me, I ask you not to do again.

[blarg]

i didn't try to be your life coach i was just showing the misuse of words- Oh well it's your story my casual suggestion turned into an argument.