mike indiapers

I love waking up in my wet and warm diapers.

I remember being humiliated with diapers a handful of times after I was finally potty trained and attending school. I had lots of issues with control and potty trained relatively late, at age 5 1/2, just before I started kindergarten. I had not mastered the potty and was prone to having accidents. My mom thought my accidents were on purpose and had grown tired of them to the point that she threaten to return me diapers if my accidents continued - which of course they did.

My first memory of diaper humiliation happened after I pooped my pants because I couldn't make it home from the bus stop in time. I came into the house crying and was confronted by my mom, whom quickly discerned my predicament. She undressed me and put me in the bath tub with luke warm water while going off take care of my clothes. She returned and got me out of the tub and led me to my room where I saw diapers and plastic pants waiting for me on my bed. I remember protesting because I finally felt like a big kid wearing underpants, but she would have none of it. She put me on my bed and diapered me in thick double diapers and pulled on the plastic pants. She put a tshirt on me and told me to get used to my new outfit saying to the effect that if I acted like a baby, I would be treated like one. I felt so little and humiliated standing there in my exposed diapers. I wore them for the next few days until she decided my punishment was over.

This type of diaper discipline happened over the course of the next few years until I stopped having accidents. In second grade I remember coming home from fishing in a near by pond in messy pants and my mom repeated the diaper punishment routine on me. This time she insisted I wear my diapers under my clothes when we went shopping and I remember feeling so self conscious that everyone knew I was in diapers. I walked with a slight waddle and tried to pull my shirt down over my pants. She told me that it was safe to go potty in my pants, so I did until I was finally taken out of my diapers again.

I remember looking at myself in my diapers in front of the full length mirror and feeling like a big baby. This definitely contributed to my strong ABDL feelings today. I have many more memories of being in diapers as a child.

I am thrilled to see the latest addition of Sam and Jess posted - what a great new chapter. It is clear that Sam continues to regress to the age of a toddler by losing control of his bladder and bowels and being so dependent on Jess. His emotions and outlook are taking on the characteristics of a toddler too, being so fragile and frightened when he loses Jess in the store and wonders about in a stinky, loaded diaper, just like a lost toddler. Jess has a full time toddler now and I can't wait to read what happens next. Well done.

I still wish there were genuine babysitting or day care facilities for AB kids that is more like RL daycare and available everywhere. There are times my baby could do with such a positive experience and I could do with the rest!

There is a new AB daycare that just opened up in Southern California called Absolutely Delightful that fits your description above.  It is very authentic with lots of activity, toys and very attentive caregivers to bring out the AB in us littles.  I visited this daycare last week and was very impressed with the details and thoughts that went into it.  It caters to ABs and is set up to provide a wonderful and reoccurring opportunity for littles to get lost from all the pressures and distractions in the adult world.  I spent a full day 9-5 pm there and by the time my day was over, I was so relaxed and at peace, it was better than any spa visit I ever tried.  It is an AB paradise. The owners are ABs themselves and are the nicest people.  I encourage those interested in an AB experience to look them up and schedule a visit.  Feel free to PM me for details or if you have any questions.

I remember wearing plastic backed training pants as a kid. They were thick terry cloth on the inside and plastic on the outside like an all in one cloth diaper with plastic pants. This was the early 1970s