Prudie

Name: Prudence Age: 44 Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual, in a monogamous heterosexual relationship Location: Michigan, after much travel Availability: Husband wants me to himself Children: 3 daughters Occupation: Housewife, soon to be librarian Hobbies: Cooking; designing clothes; enjoying life in general; performing, I'm interested in almost anything having to do with the arts -------------------------------- Label(s): Adult Baby; Diaper Lover; Incontinent; Little Girl; Sissy Regressed Age: 7 months - 7 years, though I tend to spiral toward 7 months to 36 months Favorite Items: Bibs, blankets, baby books, bottles, diapers, dollies, dresses, frilly outfit ensembles, soothing recordings, DADDY! (What? Just because he's alive means he doesn't count as an item, eh? Who says?) Diaper Activity: Varies from Goodnites to Depends to Abena to plenty of others; I like variety in my life Diaper Frequency: 24/7, wound up incontinent by accident a few months ago and honestly feel like I'm ready and safe to just move forward with being incontinent

Autism can start in the womb. I believe that it does for most on the spectrum. The autistic spectrum can also be genetic, thus starting in the womb as much as gender does. My family is an example of such a case, and we suspect that this has been true for hundreds and hundreds of years at the least. That people on the spectrum are all a bunch of asexuals is a load of bunk, though it has a smidge of truth to it just like most loads of bunk; there are asexual people on the spectrum (and off, of course) and there are those on the spectrum who give off false impressions of being asexual.

I want to die a peaceful death around the age of 125, satisfied with my life.

I just laugh when "caught" and view it as no big deal. Don't act embarrassed or off-guard!

I guess I'm a natural, but I never thought of it that way before. I have always been such a kid at heart, and I have also always gone mentally and physically limp during sex which I considered regression to babyhood. Recently, I planned on wearing diapers for a sense of security - needed thanks to a crazy life and off-the-wall emotions - and practicality whilst pregnant. This plan worked and was fine (though considered odd) by my doctors, but I accidentally made myself incontinent. A combination of this, along with a very strong inner little girl and a doting husband caused me to surrender to this world. There is sexual gratification; there is also what I deem as spiritual soothing for the pyschological emotions and relaxation from physical stress.

Granted. On what should have been the next Monday morning, the world falls into a black abyss that kills us all. I wish my brother would stop calling me every day out of what he says is a worry that I will forget about him.

What is your average play age? Around 2 - 7 or so, although what's interesting is that I regress from 0 - 7 whereas the inner child that has been jumping around my regular life ever since I was in my mid-teens is more around the ages of 7 - 14. What do your scenarios usually involve? DOLLS, tea parties, being read stories to, Daddy fixing my hair in pigtails, watching children's shows through the mind of a child, putting on shows with dolls or (literal) hand puppets for Daddy, listening to Daddy sing to me, listening to Daddy teach me right from wrong, baths, a whole lot of snuggling, diaper being rubbed, tummy being rubbed, chocolate cake that Daddy feeds me when I'm good, scooting around our room in my diapered rear, dress up, general silliness, and so on and so forth Is wetting involved? Is it the catalyst for the scene? I tend to regress from 7 spirling down to to 0 in a countdown manner during these situations, and wetting is the catalyst for further regression. The more childlike and then babyish I act, the more babyish I'm treated; and so the cycle continues until this little girl is asleep while being bottle fed and peeing, warmly enclosed by blankets or tucked under the bed covers. When diapers play a part, are they a "Normal" thing or is it a "Punishment"? Definitely normal. Gentle spankings on the back of full or newly changed diaper(s), known as love spanks to us, are as far as punishment goes. Does Shame/Humilation play a part in it? Yes and no. As a child, I had almost no sense of embarrassment and the same applies to my regressed self. (I would be highly embarrassed if anyone other than my husband played actual witness to these pee-pee scenes, but I'm not at all embarrassed around him.) I'm talked down to, all while Daddy keeps a big smile on his face and obviously thinks I'm being adorable. Are the other figures in your scenes the caring type, the abusive type? I am just spoiled rotten! How extensive do your scenes become? They last until I'm asleep, sometimes longer. They basically last until the duties of our real lives call for either of us. Do you have recurring characters that show up in your fantasies? Nah. I have a forbidden fantasy, but it's unrelated to this.

A person born biologically female cannot be a Sissy, can she? Said person in Sissy scenarios is just a Baby Girl, yes? I ask because I adore most all things associated with being a Sissy Baby and tend to relate better to Sissy Babies than to other AB/DLs, but I have always been as physically female as I've been emotionally and mentally female which is over a hundred typical percent on a scale of frills. I grew up with three older brothers, and an abusive psychotic mother who despised her own gender wanting me to be her fourth son and denying me most aspects of a female childhood. I have been trying to compensate for this in a number of ways through my adult life, and find myself understanding some level of what my friends who are MtF trans feel. (I certainly do not claim to understand their feelings in full, and do not think I would be nearly as strong as these people on a day-to-day basis; I digress.) I feel remarkably lucky as far as my gender goes, and am in fact obsessed with the stereotypes thereof. I know if I were male, my AB side would immediately identify me for a Sissy. How would you label a person in my situation?

Nightgown, although my husband insists on my wearing nothing to bed (save what's around my bum) often enough.

Granted, and you develop a disease in which vegetables would be the best thing for you; but as you always react to vegetables with a failure to digest resulting in vomit, your illness only worsens and you find yourself spiraling to an unhappy death. I wish the French Revolution, take one, had never occurred.

^ Is Michael Jackson's uncle

I'm not wet and don't feel bogged down by wearing three diapers!

Mm. Love it. Makes me sleepy.

Yes to all. Seems I'm with the majority.

Bought it Wore it, wet it Goodnights The brand was recommended by a friend.