ej24 said:
Sometimes I wonder if there are distinct differences in parenting style that leads children to be more or less likely to become abdl? (not that parenting style is the only factor in determining whether someone becomes abdl, but it's likely one of many factors).
I have no doubt that parenting played a major role in the development of my (non-AB/DL) fetishes.
My mom and dad taught me that sex was only for married couples, which in 1960s parent-speak meant
heterosexual couples. good people, they told me, never had sex outside of marriage. As a result, my strong sexual response to any girl who was willing to date me frightened the bejeebers out of me and usually resulted in a premature ejaculation in my pants and a premature end to the date, if I didn’t bolt for safety before that.
So, instead of having sex with girls, I took full advantage of what I‘d taught myself, through experimentation, about the sexual pleasures of peeing and pooping in my pants and using the resulting mess as a great lube for masturbation.
There were other factors:
— After my one and only poop accident, at age four or five, my mother cleaned me up without fuss and presumably sent me back outside to play. But before she noticed that I didn’t smell so good, I remember enjoying what it felt like to sit down on a biggish load of poop in my underpants
— At about age five or six, I remember feeling like a big who had been accdpted into a “club” when two older boys coerced me, in a friendly manner, to pee into an old bottle they provided.
— The first threat of violence on my person, when I was five or six years old, came from a classmate who followed me home after school, threatening to beat me up the whole way to my house, then pooping a big turd in his pans and then shaking it down his pant leg onto our lawn. To this day, anxiety makes me need to poop, and I always want to do it in my pants, which I do, and shake it down my pant legs, which I often do.
-- Then there was my paternal grandmother, who told me how ladies used to wear so many layers of clothing that they couldn’t sit on a toilet so they just stood, spread their legs, and peed. I understood that to mean that they peed in their panties. I failed to appreciate the fact that in “olden days,” women did not wear panties as such, so, as soon as possible, I tried a little experiment and found that I too could spread my legs and pee in my pants, and that it felt really good!
by the time I was 14, I was regularly “having sex” in my own underwear (and continuing to ejaculate in my underwear on dates).
Peter P.P.