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By wellpaddedagain · Posted
Thanks so much @Youneeddiapers, just looking for a clinical counsellor for my wife and I. @Firefly 35 You're probably right but I thought I'd ask around anyways I did find an abdl aware clinical counsellor since posting and the first session is next week. We'll see how it goes and I'll let you all know. Thanks so much for responding. -
By Firefly 35 · Posted
I don't mean to generalize, but it will probably be a challenge to find a counelor who is explicitly Christian and abdl aware. I would recommend looking for someone who is just abdl aware and they will likely be understanding of your faith. -
By Lady Lucia · Posted
Part 46 As Amelia looked around the library, desperately trying to think of a solution that didn’t require going back to the dorms and the bonus steps that likely were required to gain access to her room, it didn’t take long for her to accept that this was a dead end for the time being. The only potential idea that crossed her mind before leaving was that she could try asking one of the nearby students if she could use their unlocked computer. The problem was, the library was so quiet, and Mrs. Gray would still be somewhat overseeing things while sorting through the books that currently had her attention. Now that Amelia had ‘shown her hand’ by asking for a similar favor at the main desk, she would no doubt be told off for distracting one of the other girls who was trying to work. Unfortunately, the best play was to leave and figure something else out. Either her room, which didn’t seem possible at the moment, or maybe there was another tech option out there. Amelia could use her latest idea in a different context. If there was a student who had a laptop in the courtyard, or in a common room . . . that would be more exposed, although surely the girls Amelia was trying to avoid were all scattered at this point. Stepping out of the library with a heavy sigh, Amelia took a look around. She had barely been on campus for 24 hours, which meant she hadn’t had quite enough time to fully remember the layout. Without the map or any of the other materials that were in the very binder that would have made her latest and only plan go more smoothly, she would have to rely on her memory. That mostly meant backtracking to the dining hall in order to find her bearings. Trying not to think about the fact that she looked like every other schoolgirl around, Amelia briskly walked back the way she came. Partially due to the crisp air, and also because she was still determined to sort this out as quickly as possible. This was the only time to deal with the mess Ashley had manipulated her into. Amelia didn’t even have until Monday, as she would have to deal with church the following morning. The traditional academy did push a degree of religion on its students, which she assumed people put up with as a kind of trade-off. An amazing education, in exchange for an expensive tuition check and a couple religious requirements. She didn’t make it very far without getting held up. As she walked the covered stone path that paralleled the main courtyard, a familiar voice called out to her. “Millie! There you are.” Amelia reluctantly turned to see Summer and company hanging out around one of the nearby stone benches. She wasn’t sure what to do. No longer having a clear plan, Amelia was somewhat roaming as she tried to figure out where to go. The dorms had been her main idea, as that would put her closer to her room while also giving herself the potential to find a classmate who could help. Now that Summer and her clique had eyes on her, however, it’s not like Amelia could just ignore them or run away. Especially not in the uncomfortable Lost & Found shoes she was wearing. “Millie. Come here,” Summer insisted. At least she was using the nickname Amelia seemed to be stuck with for as long as she was a ‘transfer student.’ Of course, it’s not like Summer would yell out a swear word in the middle of the courtyard when a prefect could be around. She would save that for when no authority figures were within earshot, just like she had at breakfast. Reluctantly changing course, and trying not to think about the fact that she was allowing a thirteen year old to boss her around, Amelia stepped out into the sun. While Summer was probably intimidating to her peers, it was less about that for Amelia. Instead, she was still somewhat concerned for Piper, and had also been shown multiple times that power in numbers was annoyingly effective. If all of Summer’s friends backed her up, then Amelia would be the one getting in trouble. Since Amelia had to ‘prove her maturity’ to Ashley and Claire, she couldn’t let these younger girls get her in trouble in the meantime. As soon as Amelia was close enough for them to have a normal conversation, rather than one with raised voices across the way, Summer said, “Didn’t I tell you to meet us here in five minutes? She did, although that was when Amelia had far more important things to do than letting herself get bullied by a teenager. How long had these girls been waiting for her? Without a watch or phone, Amelia had no idea how long her walk and subsequent failure to access a computer had taken. Of course, the truth of why she went to take care of her own agenda wouldn’t serve as a very good excuse. Instead, she blurted out the first lie that came to mind. “Sorry. I had to use the bathroom.” “Apologize properly,” Summer said, “Don’t forget your place, bitch.” Amelia still had half a mind to tell Summer off for speaking to her in such a way. Unlike the backbone she had shown at the end of class, however, Amelia was trying a lot harder to keep the peace now that she knew how tough Ashley had made it for her to prove that she was anything but a Westridge student. “I’m sorry, Ms. Summer,” Amelia hesitantly muttered. “That’s better. Now, come on. We’re late enough as it is thanks to you.” As if on cue, the surrounding girls got moving. The ones seated hopped up, the ones standing made short work of collecting their things. Summer swiveled on her heel and strutted away with her pack immediately in tow. In a matter of seconds, Amelia was the noticeable straggler. The five girls ahead of her were so in sync, as Summer clearly ran a tight ship for her age. As an adult, it made Amelia want to roll her eyes that even girls at a school like Westridge fell into the cliché teenager hierarchy where the bitchy, popular types ran the show. At the same time, it hadn’t taken long for Amelia to fall victim to that kind of girl anyway. Feeling the pressure to play nice and minimize potential complications for herself, Amelia hurried after the group ahead of her. It’s not like she currently had much of a plan, and there was also the distant hope that the girls who knew how to keep themselves out of trouble would also be the type to get her what she needed. If Ashley’s presence was necessary to get back into her dorm room, and the materials in Amelia’s dorm room were necessary to log in to one of the public computers, maybe finding another option was the better call. Was it wrong to hope that one of Summer’s friends had a spare laptop that they had taken from a less fortunate girl? It didn’t take long for Amelia to figure out where they were headed. Generally, at least. Summer was leading the girls to the side of campus with the modest gymnasium and surrounding outdoor sports areas. Amelia hadn’t been taken inside the gym during her tour, although she had been impressed at just how many activities were available for the students, as well as how many different teams there were on campus that competed with other schools. Due to its reputation, Westridge had always seemed like it would host the more academically driven girls. She really wanted to ask one of Summer’s friends where they were going. Amelia had more or less caught up with the group of five, although she was clearly the outsider amongst them. Deciding to wait until she had a better chance to fit in–one that wouldn’t require interrupting a conversation for the sake of getting a word in–she merely followed in awkward silence. Apparently they were going to the gym. That surprised Amelia; she had expected this to turn into a walk of sorts, to get some distance from the prefects and whatever other authority figures were around over the weekend. At the same time, she hadn’t loved the idea of being outnumbered five to one when no one in charge was within sight or earshot. So maybe one of the buildings was better, where surely someone would be around to manage the equipment and various spaces. Of course, there was still the big question of what they were going to be doing there. Before she got the answer, the petite blonde found herself faced with a series of new issues. They were headed for the locker room. The five girls she was with no doubt had clothes to change into, as she couldn’t think of a single physical activity that would work well in the academy uniforms. And also, it was NOT appropriate to change with students. It was one thing at a public gym, when pretty much every demographic was present and tended to know what they were signing up for before stepping inside. This was different. She wasn’t actually the age that everyone believed her to be. “Hold on,” Amelia said. Starting with the most obvious, she pointed out, “I don’t have anything to change into.” Gesturing to her lack of purse or backpack compared to most of the girls with her, she hoped that was enough to call off this portion of whatever Summer had planned. “That’s fine,” one of the other girls replied, “We can loan you some workout clothes!” So much for that excuse. Racking her brain for something else that might work, Amelia blurted out something she assumed would give the average teenager pause. “Oh. Umm, thanks, but I need to change in a private bathroom. I have this condition . . . ” She prayed they wouldn’t ask for specifics, because she wasn’t quite sure what would require an isolated bathroom vs. merely stripping in a stall. Summer let out a dramatic sigh. “So, you’re making us wait for you again? Tell you what, Millie. If you really need your own room, fine. Whatever. But you owe me, okay? Say it, bitch.” Just happy to be out of what could have been an uncomfortable situation, Amelia nodded. “I owe you, Ms. Summer.” ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (85+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia -
My journey back to babyhood – Part 13 Susan was supposed to come home at 3 p.m., and I was looking forward to getting rid of my cast. Since I’d been stuck in it for almost three days, I wondered if my arms had already been damaged. For the rest of the morning, after my first diaper change, I drew two more Spidey pictures. Both had pretty big butts and were obviously wearing diapers under their suits. When Rita came in for lunch, she smiled and asked if she could have one of them. “Of course,” I said. And later I added to the picture: “Thanks for everything” and my new “XOX Danny” signature at the very bottom. Maybe I should put on an exhibition someday. The rest of the morning I watched Bluey, Mickey Mouse, and Phineas and Ferb. During the TV session, I drew a few more excavators and enjoyed myself. Rita helped me with lunch, and we chatted a little. Around 3 p.m., I heard Susan open our front door and Rita greet her in the living room. They talked for a few minutes before Susan came into my room. “Hi Danny, how are you?” Susan looked stunning, as if she’d just come from an important business meeting. She was wearing a light gray checkered business suit with a knee-length skirt and a white satin blouse. A pair of shiny, suntanned tights and black, stylish loafers completed her stunning look. “Hi, Su,” I replied, “I’m fine, but I’m glad you’re back. Did you go shopping?” Susan glanced down at the many bags she was holding. “Yes, some nice things for me and some nice things for you too,” she said with a smile and hugged me. Then she went back into the living room and chatted with Rita for a while. I could hear Susan asking if everything had gone well, if I’d behaved myself, and how the diaper change had gone. About 30 minutes later, Rita and Susan came back into my room. Rita was wearing her white coat and a pair of blue latex gloves - and I knew what that meant. “Rita just wants to change your diaper one last time before she leaves,” Susan remarked. Neither of them seemed to expect my consent, and Rita began changing my diaper while Susan stood behind her, watching and smiling. “Oh, it’s about time,” Susan commented after Rita had opened my diaper. “Definitely,” Rita replied. “I’d also recommend that Daniel keep wearing diapers for a while, even after his cast comes off. I think his wetting has gotten worse.” “Has he had a bowel movement today?” Susan asked. “No, not yet. But it’s about time. And I’d better put some protective underwear on him, just in case.” Rita left us around noon. She gave me a warm, familiar hug and said goodbye. Somehow, we’d become friends. And when Susan came back in, I told her that Rita had been perfect for this special task. A very nice and trustworthy lady. “Can you open my cast now? It’s starting to hurt again,” I asked. “Sure, but I want you to poo in your pants first.” I had been waiting all day and explained to Susan that I’d rather go to the bathroom for that. “Please use your diaper properly, Danny,” Susan ordered. “Rita changed you so nicely, and that’s what diapers are for. When you’re done, just call me.” With that, she left me alone. What had happened to me? Weeks ago, I’d been leading a more or less normal life, with work and responsibilities (albeit few), and today I was stuck in diapers. I’d peed, pooped, and was being cared for like a baby. And now even my wife was asking me to use my diaper “properly.” I remembered that my mother had often used that word. And with that thought in mind, and with little effort—just a gentle push—a proper poo filled my diaper and relieved my bowels. Would Susan clean me up now? I somehow doubted it. I called out to her; said I was done and she came and sat down on my bed. She had changed her clothes and was now wearing a black skirt, a white top, and latex gloves as well. “Uhhh, you really pooped yourself,” Susan said after she opened my blanket and slipped her hand between my legs. “My little boy pooped in his diaper again,” she said with a smile, unfastening my diaper to pull out my slightly erect penis. “I almost forgot how small your little penis is. But let me take care of it.” Susan poured a large amount of baby oil onto the tip of my penis, and the oil ran down over my testicles and mixed with my fresh poop. Then she moved my little cock back and forth and squeezed the poop in my diaper with her other hand, which made me moan. “Little Danny loves getting diapered and loves the feeling of pee and poop,” Susan said as she tended to my penis. I felt my soft poop sliding back and forth between my legs as Susan’s other hand moved my penis back and forth. “I guess you’d rather soil yourself than do what real adults often do. Maybe my little baby boy will get an orgasm in the future just from pooping in his diaper?” Her last sentence made me come like never before. The warm mess between my legs—which was probably smeared everywhere by now—the baby oil on my penis, and Susan’s latex gloves simply gave me an incredible orgasm, and my whole body was shaking. “Look how happy you are. The next time you fill your diaper, just think about today, and you’ll be happy again.” With that, Susan put my penis back where it apparently belonged and taped the strips shut. “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” Well, what else was I supposed to do? It took Susan about an hour to remove both casts with a special, sturdy pair of scissors. It was hard work, and a few times we both cursed quite a bit. After the procedure, I noticed how numb and weak my arms had become, but I was glad that I could move my upper body freely again. I was able to get out of bed on my own and was now standing in our bedroom, still in my poopy diapers. “You can take a shower now, and then we’ll get you ready for bed.” In the shower, I pulled down my plastic pants and then my full diaper. Brown stains were scattered everywhere, from back to front, and my butt looked just the same. I washed myself clean with plenty of water and shower gel, but it took quite a while to get rid of the foul smell. When I returned to our bedroom, Susan was already waiting. In her hands she held a diaper with little dinosaurs on it and a pair of clear blue PVC pants. Without asking, I lay down on our bed, and soon little brontosaurs were taking care of me. It felt so good to be in a fresh diaper again. “Look what I found—a matching dinosaur pajama set,” she said as she unwrapped my new pajamas. “You look so cute. Now it’s time for dinner and a little surprise.” On our living room table, I found a plate of steaming hot spaghetti Bolognese and a nicely wrapped box. I was happy to have my first real meal again. “Eat your dinner first before you open your present,” Susan advised, sitting down next to me. She didn’t have a plate for herself, so I assumed she had already eaten. “Danny, I’ve talked to a few people about you. One of them is even a psychologist. And everyone, myself included, thinks your life is somehow going nowhere. Your parents’ upbringing really hurt you, and the fact that they left you alone has completely screwed you up. I’ve always tried to be understanding, but our relationship has been at a standstill for years. But now we have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. By moving to Seattle and starting over in a new home, we can hit the reset button. I love you, but not the same way I did when we first met. Even Rita has mentioned that you’re more of a boy than a man. But I can live with the fact that you’re my little big boy. I had some doubts at first, but when I see you so relaxed and happy today, I think that’s exactly what you want and need. You love being pampered and cared for. You love wearing diapers and using them. You want to depend on people who take care of you. Somehow, you’ve always acted like a six-year-old, and now is your chance to return to your childhood, to the time when you were happy. This is your chance, just as much as it is mine.” Susan paused and looked at me. But I was numb and didn’t know what to say. Instead, I felt myself getting wet again. And one of my diaper T-Rexes was probably wondering why he was now standing with his feet in a puddle. “When I found out about your diaper case, it all became clear to me,” Susan continued. “This weekend proved just how much of a child is still inside you. And according to Rita, you’ve reached 100%. Maybe even more. Actually, not much will change for you. You’ll lead a life of small tasks and little responsibility. I’ll take care of you, with a little help from Rob, and that way we can stay together. If you agree, this is your rabbit hole, and you can become small again.” I was probably already sitting in front of the hole. And I could almost hear the Mad Hatter calling me. Was it a dream or a nightmare? I couldn’t tell. I stared down at my untouched spaghetti and stabbed my fork into it. “Wait a minute, you don’t want to ruin your new pajamas,” said Susan, pulling a plastic bib out of one of her shopping bags and fastening it around my neck. “We’ve prepared a lot for you in our new home. And I’m sure you’ll like it,” she added, wrapping her arms around me from behind and hugging me gently. “Let me be your friend, your teacher, and your new, better mother.” to be continued... -
By willnotwill · Posted
Here's a sample justification you could adapt for a school proposal, policy memo, parent letter, or satirical piece. I've written it in a formal, professional tone focused on practical benefits for learning, safety, and equity. Note that in real educational settings, requiring diapers for all students (rather than accommodating medical/developmental needs) would face significant legal, ethical, and practical challenges under laws like Section 504, IDEA, and basic child dignity standards. Justification for Implementing a Diaper-Wearing Policy for Students in School Introduction To maximize instructional time, ensure student comfort and dignity, and create an equitable learning environment free from disruptions related to toileting, this proposal recommends that all students wear appropriate absorbent undergarments (such as discreet, high-capacity diapers or pull-ups) during the school day. This policy prioritizes uninterrupted education while addressing common barriers to focus and participation. Key Benefits for Student Learning and Classroom Management Uninterrupted Instructional Time: Frequent bathroom breaks can fragment lessons, cause students to miss critical content, and lead to lost instructional minutes across the class. With diapers, students remain in the classroom without needing to request permission or leave their seats, allowing teachers to maintain momentum and deliver consistent, high-quality instruction. This is especially valuable during testing, lectures, or hands-on activities where transitions disrupt flow. Reduced Anxiety and Improved Focus: Many students experience stress or embarrassment about asking to use the restroom, particularly in environments with limited or supervised bathroom access. This anxiety can distract from learning and contribute to avoidance behaviors. Diapers provide a reliable, private solution, enabling students to concentrate fully on academics rather than worrying about accidents or timing. Parents in various districts have reported similar issues where restricted bathroom policies led to students wearing diapers out of necessity for dignity and control. Equity and Inclusion for All Students: Not every child has the same toileting maturity, schedule tolerance, or access to facilities. A universal policy levels the playing field by removing shame associated with individual needs—whether due to age, medical conditions, developmental differences, long bus rides, or simply varying bladder/bowel capacities. It fosters an environment of respect and tolerance, teaching students that diverse needs are normalized and supported without stigma. Schools already accommodate diapering for students with disabilities under free appropriate public education (FAPE) requirements; extending supportive options benefits everyone. Health, Safety, and Hygiene Advantages: Scheduled changes (handled privately and respectfully by trained staff or self-managed where appropriate) minimize accidents, odors, and related health risks in shared spaces. Modern diapers are highly absorbent, odor-controlling, and discreet, making them practical for extended wear. Proper protocols—similar to those used in special education or early childhood settings—can include private changing areas, PPE, and hygiene standards to prevent germ transmission. Behavioral and Engagement Improvements: Eliminating the need for bathroom-related requests reduces opportunities for off-task behavior or class disruptions. Students remain more engaged, and teachers spend less time managing permissions or incidents. In settings where bathroom access is limited (e.g., due to safety, staffing, or facility constraints), this approach prevents punitive outcomes like withheld breaks and supports overall student well-being. Implementation Considerations Discreet and Age-Appropriate Options: Use modern, slim-profile products designed for older children and teens to ensure comfort and minimal visibility under clothing. Parental Involvement and Supplies: Parents provide diapers/pull-ups, with the school offering guidance on sizing and optional bulk assistance programs. Privacy and Dignity Protocols: Changes occur in designated private areas with trained staff, respecting student autonomy as much as possible. No student is singled out. Opt-Out or Phased Approach: Initial voluntary participation could transition to standard policy, with exemptions evaluated case-by-case. Alignment with Best Practices: This builds on existing school health guidelines for toileting support, ensuring compliance with safety regulations while expanding access for broader benefit. Conclusion Requiring or strongly encouraging students to wear diapers during school hours represents a forward-thinking solution to persistent challenges in education: maximizing learning time, reducing anxiety, promoting equity, and upholding dignity. By treating toileting needs proactively rather than reactively, schools can create calmer, more focused environments where every student has the opportunity to thrive without unnecessary interruptions or embarrassment. This policy shifts the focus back to education as the core mission of the school day. We recommend piloting the program in select grades, gathering feedback from students, parents, and staff, and refining based on outcomes.
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