2013

I nod my head as i go to sit on the potty as i just do as i am told. I sit there as not much happens as very little comes out. As i finish i then needed to wipe myself clean before getting off the potty. Once that was done i move to get off it as i almost lose a bit of my balance and fall forward.

Chapter 9: Timeless Zentroz fitfully rested that night, eventually falling into a deep sleep.  She had a dream about her daughter Zelinda, but it was in the past. In the dream, Zelinda was only two, and Zentroz was reading her another story.  She held out the book cover, showing her daughter the colorful picture. “See Zelinda?” she said, happily displaying the front cover.  “This story is called the Princess’s Garden.  Do you want to hear this story tonight?” Zelinda was very happy when she saw the pictures.  It showed a princess standing next to a beautiful garden full of flowers of many kinds.  “Wead it to me, mommy!” Zentroz nodded, opening the book up for her daughter to see.  “Here it goes, honey.  The Princess’s Garden.” She turned the page and showed her daughter the next illustration.  “Once upon a time, there was a princess who left her castle because she wanted to see what was outside it.  What did she see?  What did she see?” She turned the page and Zelinda marveled at the picture on the next page. “It was a beautiful garden!  A garden that this princess never seen before!  She was so happy when she saw this garden that she went back to the castle to tell her mother, the queen.” She turned the page.  “Mother! Mother!  I left the castle to see what was outside it and I saw a beautiful garden!  Can I have a beautiful garden?  Can I? Can I?  Can I have a beautiful garden full of flowers and blossoms of every kind?” She turned the page again and showed Zelinda the picture.  “Can I? Can I? Mother please?  When the queen saw how happy the princess was, she was greatly delighted and knew what to get for her daughter, the princess.”  She turned the page.  “The queen ordered:  Buy it! Buy it!  Seeds of every kind!  Buy it! Buy it!  Every bulb you can find!  Get it all like we have planned.  For my daughter, the princess she shall have the most beautiful garden in all the land.” On the next page, it showed the servants fulfilling the queen’s request.  “So the servants bought and bought.  They bought seeds of every kind and they found every bulb they could find.  They started digging a huge plot around the castle and began planting every seed that they had.” “The next day, the princess was dismayed.  She saw the seeds in the blackened land, but not a single flower would stand.  She cried to her mother. Oh mother! Oh mother! Where is my garden?  Oh mother! Oh mother! It is nowhere to be found.” “Her mother responded: My dear.  My dear.  Your garden is sleeping.  The flowers are resting in the seeds.  All the plants in the bulbs. The rain will awaken it.  Wait for the rain.  My dear.  My dear.  Wait for the rain, my dear.” “So the princess waited every day for the rain to fall on her beautiful garden.  She waited and waited.  She really did.  And then she waited some more.” “Finally, a great rain hit the kingdom.  The rain fell and it woke up all the flowers.  Every flower budded.  All the bulbs came out.  The sun came out and the garden filled with color.” “Day after day, the garden grew.  It grew and it grew and it grew.  Day after day, the princess was even happier.  Her smile grew and it grew and it grew. “When the princess’s garden was full, she spent her days looking at it.  All day, until it was time to go inside, she admired it.” “And then the queen smiled.  Oh, it was just like we planned.  Now we have the most beautiful garden in all the land.” Zentroz closed the book.  “The end.” Zelinda smiled when she thought of the garden.  “I wanna garden mommy!” Zentroz grinned.  “You can have one too, honey.  Just imagine one inside your head.”  She kissed her daughter good night.  “Good night, dear.” Right after she kissed her daughter goodnight, she woke up. During that same night that Zentroz read that story to her daughter, Zelinda fell asleep.  In the dream, she was standing around in a barren land.  Then the garden from the Princess’s Garden appeared.  It was beautiful and every flower appeared as it did in the story. About three years later, Zelinda was told a new story.  A story about a beautiful princess living in a kingdom.  How that beautiful princess was taken to a faraway land.  That garden that Zelinda dreamt of was built over by a castle.  The garden was the foundation for the castle. Zentroz rushed into her daughter’s room, since it was the morning.  Her daughter would not awaken.  Thinking of the story she read her daughter, she contacted QuisXthar.  They picked her up and she traveled three more years back in time. She arrived at the Seacrest Estate, three years earlier with Jonathan. She then entered her daughter’s room.  She was in her crib, waking up from her nap. When she saw her mother, she smiled.  “Why you travel again, mommy?” Zentroz gasped.  “How did you know?” Zelinda smiled.  “Wemember mommy!  I’m gonna get my kingdom back!” She flashed brightly and giggled.  “Wead me a stowy!” Zentroz sighed and read her “The Princess’s Garden.”  She then kissed her daughter goodnight and left the room. “Good night, mommy!” she shouted in the same creepy way that she did when she was five. After her mother closed the door, Zelinda flashed and floated in the air.  “Tee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!”  Zelinda then drank her bottle and fell asleep. *** The next morning, Zentroz went into Zelinda’s room to check in on her.  She was still fast asleep in her crib.  Every day, she checked in on her, but she was still sleeping. After three years of Zelinda sleeping non-stop, she woke up with a smile.  At this time, Zelinda was five years old, and Zentroz had her in a bed. Zelinda yawned and smiled at her concerned mother that was looking at her.  “I sleep well, mommy!”  She reached for the storybook and let out a frustrated groan.  “Tell me another story, mommy!” Zentroz sighed.  “Honey.  You’ve been sleeping for three years, and you want another story?” Zelinda nodded.  Despite sleeping for three years, she still felt very tired.  She let out a deep yawn and squinted her eyes.  “Tell me…huawnnn…a story…” Zentroz nodded and got her book back out.  She read the story from the beginning and closed it after reading to a certain point.  She tucked her in and kissed her goodnight.  She then left her room. Zelinda, despite sleeping for three years was still very tired.  She quickly fell asleep and her dreams eagerly welcomed her. *** Zelinda woke up in her princess chamber, in her beautiful kingdom.  She was two years old and was laying in her princess crib.  Unlike her old kingdom from before, her kingdom covered the entire planet.  Everything belonged to her and everything that she saw was hers. On the far side of the room sat another crib.  A two-year old girl laid in that crib, still sleeping, contentedly sucking on her thumb. Just moments after Princess Zelinda awakened, the queen appeared next to her, viewing Zelinda from her massive crib.  It was so big that it looked more like a gated sleep area than a crib.  She climbed over the bars and walked to the innermost part of the crib.  Her princess daughter was sitting in the center, smacking her lips. The queen mother, knowing what she needed, was already holding a new diaper to change her princess daughter. Zelinda looked at her queen mother and smiled.  “Mommy…” she said, pointing at her diaper. The queen nodded and began to remove her daughter’s footie princess pajamas.  She then undid her diaper.  Zelinda did the rest.  She made her entire body clean by just looking at it.  The queen sat Zelinda on the new diaper and fastened her in it.  She wadded up the old diaper and disposed of it.  Knowing that Princess Zelinda wanted to be held, she picked her up and rocked her back and forth. After that, Zelinda made a fresh new princess dress appear on her and she began running around the inside perimeter of her crib, laughing and squealing with joy.  After that, she flew across her vast room to where the other crib was sitting.  She grew until the crib could fit in the palm of her hand.  Then she picked up the girl that slept out of it. The girl’s eyes opened.  The girl smiled, staring at Zelinda’s giant face and the hand that she was laying in.  “Good moning, Pincess Zawinda! Are you pwaying dollies again?” Zelinda nodded and held the girl like a doll.  “I am!  Natalie small like a cute doll!” After that, Zelinda sat Natalie down and flew back over to the queen.  “Mommy?” she called. “Yes dear?” the queen asked her. “I was born in this kingdom, wasn’t I?” Zelinda asked her. And it was so.  Zelinda was born in her own kingdom, making her a true princess.  She flashed and her mother flashed. “Of course, dear!” The queen answered.  “You were born in this beautiful land.” Zelinda then frowned.  “I keep havin dweams where I have another mommy and daddy.  It’s in a stwange wold that’s not my kingdom!” The queen grinned.  “That world is not yours, but you can make it yours, dear.  Everything you see belongs to you.” Zelinda nodded.  “Yeah!  I make my kingdom everywheor!” After that, Zelinda went outside to play.  With the whole planet as her kingdom, she roamed the Atlantic and Pacific plains and played with the planet like a toy when she got bored.  She rolled around Pluto like a marble and played hula-hoop with one of the rings of Saturn.  And since she didn’t want the sun to burn her, it didn’t.  She danced around the hot and fiery sun, without burning or losing her eyesight from the intense brightness. On several occasions, she played with Natalie, her new friend.  While Natalie didn’t possess the powers of Princess Zelinda, she was perfectly fine with serving her and playing with her.  Whenever Natalie needed to be held or have her diaper changed, the queen also catered to her needs. One thing that Zelinda noticed about Natalie was that she liked opening and closing doors.  Because of this, she gave Natalie her own personal door to open and close as much as she liked.  Natalie joyfully opened and closed the door, never tiring or getting bored from that activity.  “I open it! I cwose it!  I open it! I close it!” She kept repeating this, every time she opened and closed her door. Zelinda was having so much fun with Natalie and the toys in her kingdom that she lost track of time.  A whole year passed since she fell asleep on Earth. Meanwhile, Zentroz was checking the status on a pregnancy she was expecting.  Having already bore her, she knew that this was going to be Danielle. But after she got to the hospital, she received the news from the doctors.  Zentroz’s baby did not make it.  She had a miscarriage.  She sobbed, wondering why she miscarried her.  Did it have anything to do with Zelinda? She recalled the event when Zelinda made her two daughters disappear. She entered Zelinda’s room.  Glancing at her, she sobbed.  “What did you do, honey? Where are Danielle and Marcy?” “I don’t like my sisters, so I made them disappear.” She said in a sullen voice. “Can you make them reappear, honey?” Zentroz pleaded. Zelinda shook her head.  “No!  I don’t like them!”  The words repeated in Zentroz’s head.  “I don’t like my sisters, so I made them disappear.” Since Zelinda made them both disappear, the miscarriage had to be her doing.  Zentroz sobbed even more, mourning the loss of her miscarried daughter.  In eight more years, she would have Marcy and she could be next.  Will she too be a miscarriage?  She continued to cry the more she thought about it. While Zentroz was very sad, Zelinda on the other hand, was very happy.  Her body continued to sleep in her bedroom.  Back in her kingdom, she was having the time of her life with Natalie, playing with toys and playing new games that they made up. The years continued to pass on by.  Zentroz, who checked her daughter every day, found that she was still sleeping.  There was no vegetative state this time.  Just a perpetual state of slumber.  Despite how long she rested, she never needed food or drink.  Whatever nourished her in her kingdom nourished her in reality.  Having experienced this before with Zelinda, she knew that her daughter would awaken when she turned 16.  She watched as her daughter grew from an older child to a tween.  Years later, she saw her daughter’s breasts develop.   With her daughter at 14 and still sleeping, Zentroz felt her large and round stomach.  She was pregnant again.  Hopefully with Marcy. But much to her dismay, the doctors gave her the devastating news again.  Her baby didn’t make it.  It was another miscarriage.  For this one in particular, she gasped as she watched her miscarried child vanish before her very eyes. Full of fear, she now knew that Zelinda made them both miscarry, since Marcy not only miscarried, but vanished afterward. She ran into Zelinda’s room and stared at her sleeping daughter, crying out loud.  “You!” she shouted.  “Why do you hate them so?  They never meant any harm.  They just didn’t understand you.  I don’t understand you, and I’m your own mother…” She glanced at her sleeping daughter.  For some reason, she felt like she didn’t know her.  Almost like she was from another land.  This was not by mistake since unbeknownst to her, Zelinda really was from another land.  Her own land.  Born in a land of her own making.  A living contradiction. With Zelinda being a teen, Zentroz had her in her third and final bed.  An adult-sized bed that she might be sleeping in for the rest of her life.  But Zentroz knew that she had to wake up by her sixteenth birthday.  She just had to. Zelinda’s sixteenth birthday came and went, and she continued to sleep on.  This was her eleventh year in a row of sleeping, and her eyes showed no signs of opening. Jonathan entered the room and grinned.  “How’s Sleeping Beauty?  Maybe she’ll wake up if she gets a kiss from Prince Charming.” Zentroz sighed.  “Ha ha.” She retorted.  “Sleeping Beauty’s not waking up.  It’s been a week since she turned 16 and she’s still not stirring.”  She then gave her husband a clever grin.  “I don’t think that Prince Charming would even be able to wake her up.” Jonathan glanced at her and grinned.  “Almost done with your next best seller?  You will need another book to read to her when she wakes up.” She nodded.  “Almost done with it.  Our daughter here has given me a lot of material to work with.”  She glanced at her daughter, who was still inhaling and exhaling peacefully. The years continued.  As Zelinda continued to rest in her bed, Zentroz watched her daughter grow from teenager all the way into young adulthood.  Despite how old she was, Zelinda maintained her innocent smile as she rested. Zelinda awoke again in her princess crib, still two years old.  Natalie, who Zelinda made very tiny, was slouched up, laying between Zelinda’s legs.  Her head laid on her soft, silky pajamas, Zelinda’s diaper feeling like a pillow to her. Natalie woke up and tightly embraced her.  “Pincess Zawinda, can I be yul sistur?” “No!” Zelinda snapped.  “You my very bestest fwend!” Despite Zelinda’s harsh response, Natalie was satisfied with that answer and she continued to hug her.  “We verwy bestest of fwends!” Zelinda yawned and glanced around the room.  Since falling asleep, she has been in her kingdom for 20 years without leaving it.  She smiled and picked up Natalie like a Barbie doll.  She was going to stick her in her diaper, when the queen saw her doing this. “Princess Zelinda honey,” the queen scolded.  “Please don’t put Natalie there.” Zelinda pouted.  “Why not?  Natalie likes it!  Don’t you, Natalie?” “Yeah!” Natalie shouted. Hearing her approval, Zelinda made Natalie smaller and placed her in her diaper.  “I get you out later!” The queen decided that it was now time to change Princess Zelinda’s diaper.  She removed her footie princess pajamas and took off her diaper.  Natalie lept out and began running around Zelinda, jumping up and down.  The queen then put a new diaper on Zelinda.  Zelinda made a new dress appear on her.  It was now time to play. Another seven years passed.  Having spent 27 years in her kingdom now, Zelinda missed hearing stories read to her.  She knew that the queen couldn’t do this, so it was time to leave. Zelinda stood up and looked at Natalie, who was being held by the queen, who was rocking her back and forth.  While she did this, Natalie happily sucked on her pacifier.  Zelinda made a portal appear and she glanced at Natalie.  “I’m going to da otha wold.” Natalie removed her pacifier and gasped.  “Can I come?” Zelinda shook her head.  “No!”  She then smiled.  “But I’ll come back.  I pwomise!” Natalie, satisfied at her answer, smiled.  She stuck her pacifier back in her mouth and continued to wrap her arms around the queen. Zelinda, having missed her mother’s stories so much, was ready to hear them again.  But first, she wanted to be held one more time. The queen, knowing that she wanted this, made another copy of herself appear to cater to Zelinda’s needs.  The copy held her princess daughter and rocked her back and forth. Satisfied with being held, Zelinda crawled on her legs into the portal.  Her very own kingdom that belonged to her faded away.  The 27-year dream dissolved before her very eyes… *** Zentroz gasped as she saw Zelinda, now a 32-year-old woman waking up in an energetic lunge. “Mommy!” her daughter shouted.  “I wanna hear a story!” Zentroz shook her head.  “It’s morning, honey.  I will tell you one tonight, okay.” She then burst into tears.  “Plus, you have been sleeping for 27 years!  Can’t I spend some time with you before I leave you again?” Zelinda nodded.  “Okay!” Zelinda glanced around her room and smiled.  All of the toys that she had when she was two years old was still there.  She then glanced at her pajamas and gave them a look of disgust.  “Yucky pajamas!” And almost instantaneously, they flashed, turning into skirt pajamas. After Zentroz stopped crying, she took Zelinda into her and her husband’s master bedroom.  Jonathan gasped when he saw her.  He was speechless. “So you’re finally awake, honey!” Jonathan shouted.  “Where have you been for almost 30 years?” “In my kingdom, daddy!” she shouted with a big smile on her face. Zentroz frowned.  “What kind of question was that?  You know where she was!  Where else would she be?” “It’s where I was BORN!” she shouted. Zentroz grinned and smiled at her.  “Alright honey.  Whatever you say.”  She then gave her daughter a serious look.  “Zelinda, you have caused a lot of trouble for both me and daddy.  You turned the planet that we all live on into your own little world and nearly wiped out the human race, turning nearly everyone into a child.  This is the real world, honey.  This is not your world.  This is our world.” But Zelinda shook her head in defiance.  “No!” she shouted.  “My wold!  I am a beautiful pincess and it’s all mine!”  She continued to pout.  “You took my kingdom away from me, mommy.  Those mean people.  I’m going to get my kingdom back!” Jonathan shook his head, starting to look afraid.  “No!  You are not going to bring it back!  Daddy is not going to go through that again.  Okay?” Zelinda looked at her mother with an expectant look.  “Can I play with my toys, mommy?” Zentroz sighed.  “I don’t know, honey.  You caused mommy a lot of trouble lately.” Zelinda then regressed her age from a young adult to a teenager.  “Can I play with my toys, mommy?” Zentroz, starting to get scared when she saw her younger daughter, gasped.  “Go on, honey.  Go play with your toys…” “Yay!” Zelinda shouted, as she childishly skipped outside the room. Zelinda, still sixteen years old, spent all day in her room, playing with her toys.  Meanwhile, Zentroz expressed her concerns to Jonathan. Zentroz stared at her husband.  It was the kind of stare that reflected frustration and confusion.  What do they do with their daughter?  How can they control her?  Can they even control her?  She scratched her head.  “Is Zelinda even our daughter in the first place?” she asked her husband out loud. Jonathan sighed, and then let out a weak laugh.  “It’s kind of weird, but I don’t feel like she belongs to us.” Zentroz frowned.  “How can this be?  I can remember giving birth to her!”  She closed her eyes.  She could still remember the day she was born, clear in her mind.  She contracted, she pushed, and out came Zelinda.  The doctors then presented Zentroz’s brand new daughter to her…then something unexpected happened. Zelinda vanished. Zentroz gasped.  “Now I’m even more confused!  When I replayed the memory of Zelinda being born, she vanished!  It was like I never gave birth to her!” Jonathan smiled.  “Maybe she altered reality with her powers!” Zentroz nodded with a troubled look on her face.  “I’m afraid you might be right.  Zelinda has gotten so powerful that anything she says comes true.  It doesn’t matter whether she’s dreaming or not.  To her, both dreams and reality are blurred together.  And if this reality is a dream to her, then all dreams become her reality.”  She shook her head.  Even though Zelinda made herself born of her own imagination, Zelinda was still her daughter.  Prior to her daughter meddling with reality, Zelinda was hers, and she always will be, no matter what new reality Zelinda decides to create. She looked at Jonathan.  “You know what?  I kind of wished that I lived on my mom’s home planet of Zorpoz.  Back on that planet, Zelinda’s condition could have been prevented early on.” Zentroz sobbed.  “She…she could’ve lived a normal life!” Jonathan nodded, but then stood up.  Sure, his daughter was different but neither of them could change that.  “She could’ve, but we were dealt with this hand for a reason.  Let’s try to work around the differences and move on, okay?” Zentroz wiped the tears off her eyes and nodded.  “Okay.  I mean, how do we manage our daughter if she decides to sleep for 27 years?” Jonathan shrugged his shoulders.  “We do what we can.  What’s strange is that she doesn’t even look like she’s starving.  She looks healthy.” Zentroz nodded.  “And I checked her underwear while she was sleeping.  No pee or poop anywhere.  Maybe she went in her dreams?  For some reason, it doesn’t affect this reality.” Jonathan laughed.  “No pee or poop?  There was plenty of pee when we were both subject to her, but no poop.” Zentroz grinned.  “Maybe she doesn’t like poop.  So even what she eats makes her pee.” She glanced in the direction facing Zelinda’s bedroom.  “I wonder how she’s doing?” “She hasn’t exited that bedroom once.” Jonathan told her.  “Still playing with her toys, I guess.” Zentroz felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.  “I hope that she doesn’t make this whole earth her kingdom again.  I’m not ready to deal with that!  I mean, I have been practicing my magic some more, but I would rather that she behaves this time.” “You and me both, Zennie.  As far as I’m concerned, she’s not our child, but since she is at the same time, I still love her and feel connected to her.  It’s a weird connection, but she made it weird.” Zentroz stood up and began walking toward Zelinda’s room.  “I’m going to check on her.” Jonathan nodded.  “Let me know if all is well!” Zentroz nodded.  “I will!”  She walked down the hallway and opened the door at the very end. Inside was Zelinda’s bedroom.  It was very spacious, with toys scattered everywhere.  Her bed sat in the corner, with her dresser adjacent to it. And although Zelinda was 16 years old, she acted very much like she was two.  She had a few rows of blocks, haphazardly stacked.  After that, she swept her hand through, knocking them all down.  “Playtime is so fun!” Zelinda shouted. Zentroz glanced at her daughter.  She was still in her pink skirt pajamas, smiling and playing with her toys without a care in the world.  She placed her hands on her daughter to get her attention.  “Zelinda honey!” she said with her voice raised.  “I know that you’re having the time of your life right now, but it’s time to go to bed.  Can you put your blocks down and go to bed for mommy?  Let’s do that, Zelinda dear.” Zelinda put down the blocks and nodded.  “Okay mommy!” Zentroz then began to glance down beneath her daughter’s waist.  “Are you still wearing underwear, honey?” Zelinda sighed.  “Yes mommy…” Zentroz glanced underneath her daughter’s skirt pajamas and checked just to make sure.  Sure enough, she was still wearing underwear.  And even though it was a cartoon princess, it was still underwear. Zentroz turned Zelinda towards the door to her bedroom and pointed to it.  “Do you have to go potty?  Mommy will take you there if you have to go.” Zelinda shook her head.  “No.  I don’t have to go!” “If you do have to go during the night, get up and go.” She told her.  “You know where it is, right?” Zelinda nodded. “Are you sure that you don’t have to go, honey?” Zelinda nodded. Zentroz guided Zelinda to her bed and she climbed into it.  She pulled back the covers and Zelinda got in, resting her head on the pillow.  Zentroz then pulled the covers back on her daughter and tucked her in.  “Good night, sweetie…”  She hugged Zelinda and kissed her goodnight.  As she was halfway between Zelinda’s bed and the door, she looked back at Zelinda.  “No tricks, honey.” She said.  “Mommy has already gone through trouble.  You caused more than five years’ worth, honey.  Mommy doesn’t need anymore.” Zelinda nodded, maintaining her innocent smile.  “Okay mommy.”  She then yawned.  “Good night, mommy…” Zentroz shut off the light to Zelinda’s room.  Then she left the room, closing the door behind her. Zelinda glanced around her large room full of toys.  She glanced at her pile of toys with a tired smile.  “Good night, toys!” the teen said yawning.  “See you in the morning!” Zelinda pressed her head on the pillow and smiled.  Playtime was so much fun.  What was even more fun was the dreams that awaited her.  She let out another yawn.  Her eyelids grew heavy.  “So sleepy…” Finally, Zelinda closed her eyes.  Zelinda was fast asleep.

Ashley kept herself close to Anya and clung to her. It was in her nature to do so and something she couldn't fight against easily especially right now with how scared and frightened she had become and upon glancing at the people attending the hearing she could see their shocked and horrfied expressions causing the Little to whimper softly against Anya knowing that what had just happened wasn't a good thing at all. The judge's voice breaking through the commotion caused Ashley to turn her head to look at the older woman. The law was on her side being a Little despite the various crimes she had commited by not accepting her rightful place which she still didn't want to accept but she really had no choice in the matter now unless she wanted a worse sentence or something terrible to happen to herself.  Why couldn't she had been a Switch? She wouldn't of broken down in the bathroom if she had been one, she would not be trembling and whimpering now in Anya's arms either. Ashley breathed in heavily.  A Mommy would decide her punishment over this whole ordeal and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing at all considering the lottery system was often a mixed bag and giving the press coverage over this case she knew that she would probably end up with a Mommy that was strict maybe even a dual type? Ashley didn't even want to think about that and what her life might turn into only to look at Anya in complete shock. Did Anya just say she'd take her in? Ashley wasn't sure if she should count her blessings or not. It did make sense for Anya to take her in to the extent that she was the most hurt by her actions but still.... Ashley didn't say anything and kept quiet for now only nodding in agreement that she would sign the consent forms, sign over her rights, sign over any chance she ever had at being an adult. It sounded like a prison sentence that would never end but she knew Sharon would of just continued to use her and at least this way she wouldn't be used again, right? Anya was respected, was a known Mommy, she should be fine.... Even Ashley gasped at Sharon's sentence. A Mommy who was a Sadist? That was so rare and she couldn't help but hold onto Anya tighter knowing that she could never survive with someone of that typing, she had scored low on matchmaking with Sadists, she had scored low in the Brat section of her test which wasn't ideal for the Sadist typing.  She had no idea what or how Sharon scored at all. Ashley looked away from Sharon as the woman threw a tantrum and screamed from behind her paci to look at Anya and nodded, "Y-yeah...." she stammered feeling overwhelmed by the crowd, "that's fine," she mumbled, "I...I'll sign." it didn't take long or much for Ashley to sign the documents she already knew everything the document had giving her knowledge and having been a lawyer. It would mean she would be treated as she should be, she would relay on her Mommy for everything and the only jobs opened to her were ones allowed by the state such as Modelling, Performance and Sports and a few other jobs that only her Mommy got to decide if she was allowed to do them or not. Ashley breathed in and out deeply her head against Anya's chest. The safety of being with Anya, of being with a Mommy.....was intoxciating and she could feel herself responding to Anya, mentally and physically, it was like some sort of beast within her was responding almost as if her most basic instinct were starting to take over after being ignored and blocked for so long. 

This is a very interesting topic.  I believe that this could be an option for some people. I have been drawn to diapers since I was around 4 years old.  I distinctly remember the day when I was 12, that it went from a curiosity to a 'need'/want to wear diapers.  I have been trying to suppress these feelings my entire life and didn't even know what an ABDL was until I was around 21.  Besides wearing a towel like a diaper in high school a few times, buying a pack of Goodnites when I was 19 and a pack of Depends when I was 20; I did my best to control this.  For most of my 20s, I would only wear a homemade diaper every now and again.  It wasn't until around this time last year that I bought my first pack of real diapers, Abena M4, and the relief of wearing them for truly the first time was immeasurable.  At the beginning of this year, I decided to start embracing it and now I always have a diaper supply and started buying little clothes too.  Don't get me wrong, I do my best to not let it interfere with my adult life and I don't need to wear diapers all the time. Just last week I didn't wear at all, because of things going on in my adult life. I guess for the guy who posted on Reddit and some others it could be treated like an addiction.  In my case, I know it is not an addiction.  I spent the first half of my 20s as a hardcore drug addict and I mean hardcore.  I had at one point had a $100 to $200 daily drug habit and could not go a day without using without getting dope sick. It was nothing for me to do upwards of $500 worth of drugs in one day.  I have been hospitalized 3 times, been to jail twice, and have almost ODed countless times.  When I was 25, I finally decided to get clean and sober, and when to rehab for four months.  Afterward, I incorporated a lot of things the OP talked about in his daily life.  I go to the gym every other day, I build a relationship with my God, and pray and meditate regularly.  I even mediated with a Tibetan monk a few times.  I got back into some of my hobbies and started new ones.  I am now almost 5 1/2 years clean and sober and I rarely think about drugs and alcohol.  And when I do think about it, it is not in the same way I have ever thought about diapers, and definitely have no desire to use drugs when I think about drugs. To make a long story short, I know what addiction is and personally, my ABDL side is not an addiction.  It is who I am, just like my sexual orientation or gender.  And we all know how damaging it is to a person to try and suppress being LGBTQ from a medical/mental standpoint. I just joined this site a little over a month ago, so I don't have anything to say on 'toxic positivity'.  I have never been involved or read any of the posts from other ABDLs before then.  The only thing that I ever indulged in before joining was reading a lot of ABDL fiction stories and I didn't know that this was a thing until a little over 2 years ago. As far as the sexual aspect of being an ABDL, I don't have much to say on it either, because for me it is almost completely non-sexual.  I do think from time to time that an MDLG relationship or being in a relationship with another ABDL would be fun.  For me, that is at the bottom of the list when looking for a partner.  As long as they accept it as a part of me and don't judge me for it, I don't really care if they want to get involved or not. As far as religion goes, I don't see why it would be a problem.  I was raised Southern Baptist, and believe in God, but consider myself 'culturally Christian' now.  I think a lot of people like to cherry-pick religion too much today.  Case in point is people who are against gay people because of Leviticus, but the very next verse says that it is an abomination to wear clothes of mixed fibers.  When it comes to the commandments, Jesus was asked what is the most important to follow and he said to love God with all of your heart, mind, and soul, and to love thy neighbor.  Everything else is just window dressing.  I have read the Bible and Koran cover to cover and don't see why it would be a problem if you are Jewish, Christian, or Muslim.  I even saw on social media where a young woman posted a picture of herself lifting her skirt up to show that she was wearing a wet ABDL diaper and posting she just got home from church with a Bible verse written below.  For me it is a part of me, but there is a lot more to me than just being an ABDL.  I look forward to seeing what other people have to say.

I came across The Quitting Sub-Reddit ABDL before last year or so, had a bit of a mini-crisis. I see it as a good thing to have an alternative community for those who make the personal choice not to indulge in ABDL desires for whatever reason that might be. As long as the quitters and indulgers don’t step on each others toes and both have their own space to do whatever then it’s all good.