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Yeah, welcome to the site, JohnBunkerDL. Let's see, you've been here less than a month, and have made less than 50 posts, and you're calling a long-standing and respected member of our community an a*hole? Not a great first impression, I gotta say. I actually thought that square duck's suggestion made a lot of sense, certainly much more sense than wasting half of an Abena (and much less work, I might add). FWIW, the materials in a diaper probably are toxic if swallowed, but they're essentially just cotton and super absorbent polymer.

I think it would be easier to seal the cut edge with a hot glue gun rather than sewing it.. And yes, the material inside can be toxic. Studies have proven that if you drain all your blood out and fill your veins with diaper stuffing, it could be bad..... very bad!

Ugggh I am soooo sick of reading political posts on diaper forums. Most of those whom feel compelled to blather on about politics on a forum that is intended for discussions regarding DIAPERS tend to not be very good at articulating their viewpoints in a civil manner. Either keep it limited to the politics subforum or just shut the fuck up. Anyway, regarding the original topic of this thread, I've seen the videos in question, and despite me being a member of the pro-poopy diaper camp, I don't really dig them. I'm definitely not into the S&M/punishment scene that is popular with some of us, and I can say unabashedly that these videos are too mean-spirited towards the wearer to really do anything for me.

Creepy but true.

Chapter 5 So far, house sitting for Rebecca’s parents had been going well. Heck, it was pretty easy work for the money I was getting paid, and living with Amy had actually been quite fun. But I was growing ever more conscious that I was letting time slip by me. You see, at this time I was still studying at university, and despite it being the start of summer I sure had a lot of work to prepare for the next semester. When I first accepted the job of house sitting I was looking forward to having some extensive paid free time, figuring that I could further my studies at my own leisure. So far I hadn’t even looked at the books relating to my course, though I knew that there would need to be a “getting familiar” period when I first moved in the house, and that I could use this time to just relax and get comfy before I started to work. Now I was starting to feel that I really should crack on, especially since Amy might need a little more looking after than I had previously thought. Not that I minded taking care of her; she seemed really interested in being friends and it was my job after all, but I felt that it might eat into my free time meaning the spare moments I did get needed to be even more productive. So there I sat; books and folders piled either side of me with my lap-top positioned surprisingly on my lap. I had to resist the urge to put the T.V on as back ground noise, because for all my good intentions it was always far too much of a distraction. Right, now I was ready to work. But no sooner had I switched on my lap-top and selected my first book, Amy walked in from having her shower. She was wrapped up tightly in a large fluffy towel dripping water as she went and leaving faint wet footsteps on the carpet. Her thin, shoulder length dark hair clung damply to the sides of her face. She shuffled into the middle of the room and, making no attempt to dry herself, stood there shivering slightly while she stared with a glazed expression at the blank T.V screen. After a few seconds of waiting in vain to see what Amy would do, I rolled my eyes before moving my lap-top over to one side. “Come here then.” I said reassuringly, and also rather rhetorically, since it was I who got up and went over to her. Amy was quite content to let me dry her with the towel; she just smiled up at me the whole time whilst shaking from the rubbing motion. After I was convinced that she was dry enough, and also a little warmer, I asked Amy is she had a hair dryer. It wouldn’t have mattered if she hadn’t since I never left home without mine, but she said she did, and after a brief flit back to her room Amy returned carrying a rather dated looking hair brush and dryer set and wearing a soft lilac bath robe. I spent the next fifteen minutes or so drying Amy’s hair while she sat on the floor in front of me watching the T.V. I have to admit it was pretty fun and reminded me of how Rebecca and I used to do each others hair at sleepovers. But it wasn’t helping me get my work done. “O.k. Amy, I think that should do it. What do you reckon?” “Yep, feels dry to me!” Amy replied, without even touching her hair. “What do you wanna do now?” I was really hoping that Amy wouldn’t ask this, but I guess I did suggest it first. Well, at least before she’d had her little accident. “Um, is it o.k if we call it a day? Only I kinda have some work I need to do. Sorry babe.” “Sure. I was getting into this T.V show anyway.” Despite her positive answer I could tell Amy was a little bit disappointed. I needed to do something to alleviate my guilt. “Are you hungry at all? I can make us dinner if you want.” “Its o.k, I was gonna make myself something a bit later. But thanks anyway.” I had to stop myself from asking Amy if she was capable of cooking for herself. “No problem. Um, I promise we’ll do something tomorrow o.k? How about it?” “Sure!” I knew this would pique her interest, but now I needed to come up with something fun to do. “We could go to the mall. Do you like going to the mall?” “Yeah! I love going to the mall! Mom lets me look around all the shops and stuff.” It was a stupid question, all girl love the mall. “Well that’s settled then. Tomorrow I’ll take you out.” The rest of the evening was dull at best. Having to do academic work over the summer sucks big time. Amy occasionally made things more interesting with a comment about what was happening on T.V, or by asking me about my work. I would always answer politely but briefly, so as not to start a conversation that would distract me, though the T.V was doing a good job of that. I could only really start working after I had sent Amy to bed, making me secretly glad at her early bed time. I knuckled down and managed to get an assignment half completed by the time I went to bed. I stayed up pretty late, but felt it was best to utilise the time while I was in the swing of things. I figured that I could always sleep in the next morning since I hadn’t planned on taking Amy shopping until the afternoon. Pleased with myself, I settled down in bed for what I expected to be a good night’s sleep. I was wrong. It became apparent at 8.30 the next morning that Amy had made other plans for our day. “Mio! Come on, wake up Mio!” “Wsrfr?” was my response. Not surprising since I’d had a disgracefully small amount of sleep. And it didn’t help that Amy was bouncing up and down on my bed. “You promised we could go to the mall today! Remember?” How could I forget? And while I was pleased that Amy was so excited, I was less than impressed at her timing. “Yup, guess I did, didn’t I?” Admitting defeat I slid myself up into a sitting position and tried to focus on Amy who was now kneeling on the bed in front of me. She was wide awake and grinning happily. She still had her pyjama top on but was not wearing a diaper, which I assumed meant that she’d soaked it during the night and had to change when she woke up. I just hoped that she wasn’t still in the early morning drowsiness stage, which as I remembered from my past baby sitting experiences was a prime time for accidents. Of course, this experience came from baby sitting children much younger than Amy, but I was sure the same logic applied. “Alright, just give me a few minutes to get ready and I’ll be right down. Have you had breakfast yet?” “Yep, I’ve been up for ages!” “Right, well get dressed and get ready to go. I won’t be long.” “Yay!” And with that Amy bounced off the bed and skipped out of the room. I had never seen anyone so happy to be going somewhere as simple as the mall. When I was her age, I was at the mall all the time with my own friends. Maybe Amy didn’t get to go that often? Or maybe she thought I was going to buy her something? The thought had crossed my mind, since I wasn’t so cruel as to take a teenage girl shopping and not get her anything. But more than that, I don’t know, there was just something about Amy that really made me want to spoil her. In truth I was really looking forward to finding something to get for her, almost as much as I was looking forward to going back to sleep now that she’d left the room… But no, I couldn’t do that to Amy. Peeling myself out of bed I stumbled towards the bathroom before heading downstairs for some breakfast. Amy must have heard me descending because I in turn heard her door open. With my lack of sleep I was still very much in the morning drowsiness stage, but unlike the accidents Amy might have, I almost had an even worse one. Walking through the kitchen I wasn’t looking where I was going, that is until I was about half an inch away from stepping on a soaking wet diaper. It was just lying there discarded on the kitchen floor, and there was no mistaking who it belonged to. “Amy?” I called, knowing that she wasn’t far behind me. “Uh-huh?” Amy replied, actually right behind me. “Um, what’s that?” “Oooops…” she giggled “I was eating my cereal when my diaper started to feel a bit cold so I took it off. I must have forgotten to move it, sorry.” “It’s… o.k.” I said rolling the diaper up and throwing it in the trash. I wasn’t angry, just a little surprised. It seemed like quite an unusual thing to do half way through your breakfast. I began wiping the floor with disinfectant around where the diaper had been, since it looked as though Amy had just undone the tapes and let it plop to the floor. I also gave the stool a wipe that she’d been sitting on, evident by the half empty bowl of cereal in front of it, because I wasn’t sure if Amy had then continued eating in her diaper-less wet behind. After my hurried cleaning I gave Amy a hug to show that it wasn’t her fault and that I wasn’t mad. I don’t think she quite understood my reasons, as she seemed oblivious to why I was cleaning and to the fact that she may have done wrong, but she appreciated the hug all the same. A good hour and a half after Amy had first woken me up we were ready to go. It was true that I would rather have had the hour and a half in bed but I was wide awake by this point so was slowly warming to Amy’s over excitement. It could easily have turned out to be a really fun day. Things started well, we arrived at the bus stop moments before the bus arrived. I did have my car with me, but it was a nice day and parking at the mall was a nightmare so we opted for public transport. Amy didn’t mind of course; I suspect she would have been happy to walk all the way there! The bus was largely empty so we had our choice of seats, and much to my surprise Amy didn’t sit next to me. Instead she took the seat in front and turned around so that we could talk, the way that cool kids do on the bus. Come to think of it, during the whole day I noticed Amy becoming slightly less child like and a little more like a typical teenager acting cool. But that was Amy; just when I thought I had her figured, she would go and surprise me. She still had slightly give-away Amy traits that often came out, such as pointing out “amazing” things that we passed on the bus and her unmistakable child like giggle, but I could tell she was enjoying feeling like two sisters going on a day out together.

[quote name='Bella ' date='14 September 2009 - 06:15 AM' timestamp='1252926915' post='229798'] I was spanked when I was younger, but not really. :/ Like.... I'd get a spank on the bum, but it's not like I ever went over someones knee. Or, if I touched something after I was repeatedly told no, I would get a slap on my hand. Up until I was pretty young, can't remember the exact age, but I'd say between 5-6, when words and grounding started to have a better effect on me. Same with my brother, and we've smacked my sisters butt or hand a couple times, and she's almost 3.

Spanking a child past the age of 16 verges on the edge of assault. Spanking a child naked or semi-naked is sexual abuse, and if I were you, aielen, I would inform my father of this fact, and get him to stop abusing your sisters/brothers. Although some here would disagree ( I know that Pollyanna would object ) but there are certain times, with a younger child, where a spanking is needed - but it should only be used as a last option, when rational discussion has obviously failed. There has to be a balance - where a parent raises a child out of and with love, and does not teach a child to behave out of fear, but out of mutal respect. Aielen, if your father is spanking, it shows, from his actions, that he doesn't respect his children despite their age. Correspondingly, his children obey him out of fear and not respect and love. Also, it is normal for siblings of abused parents to become abusers. Is that his history? Please show your father this, and be easy on him. Parenthood is NOT an easy path to choose, there are no books/instructions, so mistakes are easily made. It takes strength and intelligence to admit to mistakes and correct them.

We've debated it as a family many times, but all us silbings have had the tendency to be naughty (the naughtiness differs at our different ages--my youngest brother is seven years younger than me) and found that grounding never worked neither has any other lighter form of punishment. But the spanking depends--sometimes its the threat of spanking that changes us--but not permenantly. My sister is the naughtiest of all--staying out late; buying stuff that i shan't say here, acting wildly. Being spanked until 20 doen't mean I was spanked each year--I went to boarding school for two years--but I come in second to my sister with mischief.

Did you even think about the possibility that maybe this "guy that is clearly AB" was actually a disabled adult? And also, that you could get fired or maybe have the cops called on you for getting a little too personal with someone who may in fact be vulnerable? Honeywell6180

With four in the family, my father still spanks (thankfullly not me anymore). But ever since i was four, i've been spanked with only my panties on by my dad up till about 20. My sister whose five years younger than me, gets it almost every month and so do my kid brothers occasionally. Sometimes he uses a thick cane.

No no connection between my diaper life and this. I only wear diapers in the states. My siblings don't wear diapers--I'm the only DL

I'm glad you like my post. This just reinforces the fact that I can do anything I damn well please here, and there's not a friggin' thing the moderators will do about it because they are stupid. And so are you. Honeywell6180

Well thank you for the warm welcome thickdiaperedbaby, I must say your post to my question is a heck of a lot more respectfull then square duck's, there's no sarcasm and you didn't almost use a whole screen to get your sarcasmed point accross. I hate forums where someone can't ask a simple question with out getting hammered for it, for hell sakes, we share something in common that is very personal, there is no need to be jerks to each other. There is a lot of people on this site that like to pee their diapers, I find that discusting but you don't see me being a jerk about it to anyone do you? To each his own! So if I ask a question that seems odd or stupid don't reply if you're gonna be a jerk about it. Aren't we here to support each other where as the rest of the world would mock and hate us for it? Just trying to make peace.

Thanks for the sarcasm man, it's people like you that make the diaper world so fun to live in! I guess every group has their asshole.

You can research stuff all you want but nothing beats getting ideas from someone that has actual experience trying something. For those idiots out there, like yourself square duck, an example of this would be why not ask someone that has purchased the new ipod if it really lives up to the claim rather then trusting apple glorifying their product on their website. qwack