Mike1975

I can relate to your situation, suzuki2011. I worked with a therapist about 15 years ago to help me deal with some traumatic memories and emotional issues. I wanted to tell her about my age regression and diaper-wearing, since it was something I felt I needed to talk about, but was unsure how open-minded she would be about it. I decided to ask some questions over the course of a few sessions to test her open-mindedness. In my first session, I mentioned that one of the ways I sometimes cope is by doing things that were comforting to me as a child - such as watching cartoons or coloring (no mention of diapers or ageplay). I asked her if she thought that was healthy, and she said "Absolutely", which was encouraging. Over the next few weeks, I would tell her about something childlike and comforting I had done over the past week - like reading a children's book - and gauge her reaction. It was always positive. After maybe five sessions, I asked her if she knew anything about infantilism. She smiled warmly and said "Yes, I've had a couple of clients who were part of that lifestyle." That was when I felt completely safe telling her my whole story.

Thanks, Rachael.

The worst implement I ever got as a kid was the hairbrush, which I only got once. I was eleven years old, and I had been suspended from school for setting off fireworks with some of my friends. My Mom was called in to pick me up, and on the way home, she told me she was going to spank me. I thought she was joking, since I had not been spanked in a couple of years and thought I was too old. But when she got me home, she took my pants down, pulled me over her knee, and spanked me with a wooden hairbrush until I was crying like a two-year-old.

Thank you.

When I was six years old I spent two weeks at my aunt's home while my mother was away. My aunt was a very strict and stern woman, who I was a little afraid of. I was no longer wetting the bed at home by that age, but being away from my mother and in a new environment like that must have made me regress. I wet my bed the first night I was there. The punishment for that first incident was having to sit in a naughty chair which my aunt placed in a corner of the kitchen for me. I had to sit there for a good part of the morning, and got repeated scoldings from my aunt who was angry about having to wash my bedsheets and pajamas. After I wet my bed the second night, my aunt decided to give me my first spanking. She put me over her knee and spanked me with her hand for about a minute, then gave me six whacks with a wooden spoon. After that second incident my aunt started diapering me at night. For the rest of my stay, if I wet my diaper at night, I would have to sit in the naughty chair in the soggy diaper the next morning. Then, after a bath, it was over her knee for another spanking. Sometimes she would make me stay in a diaper during the day as an added punishment. I think the whole experience may have been the start of my fascination with being diapered.

Hello, everyone. My name is Mike. I have felt like an ABDL for as long as I can remember, but only started acting on it in my early 20s. I love the sense of freedom that comes from wearing a diaper and acting like a toddler. I also love the sense of comfort that comes from having someone take care of me. I am hoping to get to know other people here so that we can share our experiences, thoughts, and feelings.