Baby Mommy

Please let me know how the Brazilian experience goes. I'd like to try it, but I'm very afraid it will hurt. Would they do it in a soundproof room? I know I'd cry a LOT and I wouldn't want to go back out into the waiting room and look at people who just heard me bawling in there.

(showing my age by singing that song from the 1970's) Weeee want the bump! (drumbeat) Gotta have the bump! (drumbeat) Weeee want the bump.... (accompanied by that dance where they just kept smacking their rear ends against each other in time to the music ) Thanks go out to the person who noted that there are always newbies coming in. What is an old thread to some is a brand new to someone who just got here yesterday. When someone posts a problem with a time stamp on it, and it's been resolved, obviously it's too late to chip in with advice. But when the question is more continuous in nature, such as "What has been your experience with....?" then I see nothing wrong with a thread going on for years. And of course a newbie might not KNOW that a topic was discussed to pieces six months ago, especially when it's not on the front page any more. So neither the bumping of an old thread or the re-posting of an old topic would bother me. For those who think a topic has been talked to death, they can refer the newbie to the older threads via a link, and do so without flaming. As for flaming the bumpers...why? Sometimes a bump does seem pointless to me, especially when all the bumper does is post the word "bump" with no reason given. But I'm not going to flame anybody for it.

I said a month, but it was actually around two months of being diapered 24/7 due to repeated UTI's. I didn't count wearing pads as wearing diapers. But I'm protected, if not fully diapered, 24/7. Pads during the day, diapers at night.

I'd say that guy is an adult baby in more ways than one: Not just as a fetish, but in the sense that he is too immature to think about anyone's feelings but his own. He gets his way, or nothing happens. I'm not going to sit here and talk about what makes a relationship succeed, because I've never had one succeed past five or six years. But I'm getting pretty good at what makes them fail, and I don't think it's the AB sex that made it fail. It's the lack of respect in general. His life is all about him, and what gives her pleasure doesn't matter a lick to him. That's not just about sex. That's an underlying attitude. She exists to please him. She's not an equal partner. Even outside the world of AB such a relationship would fail. I know. I had one years ago that...pardon my crudeness...sex was only an elaborate way for him to whack off. He acted like I was nothing but a blow-up rubber doll that also happened to be able to cook and clean. I was there to serve him, and he didn't care whether I had any pleasure at all, in or out of bed. And that selfish attitude carried over to other parts of our lives too. He made every decision from how to spend the money, to what to cook for supper, to what music to play on the radio. He didn't care about my input or my preferences. A relationship like that is just plain doomed, and sex is not the reason.

Don't feel bad. I was wondering the same thing. Six letters, starts with W... prone to insanity.... causes a sensitive man to feel shame for his gender... I'm stumped.

Inco: ASSUMING I'm in a large enough space to do this, here is how I change myself: (This is when I'm wearing diapers; usually it's pads during the day.) After cleaning myself up: I hold the diaper against a wall behind me, lining the waistband up where it will hit me right. Then I lean up against the wall which holds the diaper in place between my behind and the wall. I bend down and bring the front part up through my legs, tape first the top tapes and then the bottom. If there are three sets of tapes, I tape the middle ones last. It helps me get the diaper fitting properly, whereas if I, say, fastened all of the tapes on one side first and then the other, it wouldn't fit right. So I go top, bottom, middle if any. I've never had to have anyone help me change. Even if there isn't room for two people, there might be just enough room to lean against a wall. I can understand, though, why you would have this problem in a really tight space. Just hoping to help. EDIT: I'm sorry, Inco. I just re-read the previous posts, and I'd missed the part where you had a stroke. Would you be able to lean against a wall and change yourself? If not, I apologize. But I'll leave the information up in case it's helpful to someone else.

Here, honey, Mommy takes care of it. First let's get you cleaned up, and in a nice fresh nappy. Don't cry, sweetie. Suck on your paci...Mommy gets you cleaned up and sits you in your playpen so you'll be safe. Then Mommy tries using a wet/dry vac to clean your mattress...but that scares you with the noise. OK, shhhh, Mommy turns it off. Picks baby up and holds her, rocks her so she won't cry. Then back to the playpen. Mommy will use a hair dryer on the mattress instead. It's less noisy. Then some Lysol spray to keep things nice and sanitary for baby, and a thick vinyl mattress cover so baby won't wet the mattress next time. Fresh sheets with Winnie the Pooh prints...a nice absorbent pad...and we're all done. Mommy gives baby a bottle and changes her nappy, and puts her in a footed sleeper before putting her back to bed.

I'm having a problem there. It's more of an issue with my own computer than anything else, but there is also a malfunction of some kind in the privacy settings. They won't stay set once I leave that page. They go right back to where they were. My computer won't allow me to IM. When I log in to check my messages, I try to turn off IM, but as I say, the settings won't stay as I put them. And as I'm replying to my messages, I am constantly interrupted by people trying to IM me. It's getting quite frustrating.

Mine are pink, with ruffles.

My take as an incontinent AB: What you do in your diaper has no effect on me. The AB side of me sympathizes somewhat with wishing to be incontinent, since total incontinence is babyishness in its extreme form. However, as someone with incontinence, I also sympathize with the annoyance when a DL who has perfect control over body functions whines about wanting to lose that control. I suppose it's similar to the annoyance a man in a motorized wheelchair felt when a perfectly healthy, athletic young man passed by him on the sidewalk and said, "I need one of those, so I won't have to walk everywhere." Meanwhile the gentleman in the chair, who once had been athletic himself, was wishing like hell he could get up out of it and walk. How insensitive can people get?

You're probably right about the ambulance. A dear friend of mine (who had once been my husband, but that's another story) passed away about a year and a half ago from a ruptured cerebral aneurysm. He was only 47. God rest his soul. His wife after me had heard him collapse in the bathroom and immediately called an ambulance. He was entirely naked, but of course they didn't have time to worry about his dignity. They had to load him up as he was, and get him to the hospital with no time to waste, where he never regained consciousness and died the next morning. It could be that the paramedics were worried about possibly serious causes for my extreme abdominal pain and didn't feel they could wait for me to change before taking me to the hospital.

I'm not big on labels since they limit. I like what the late, great Leo Buscaglia once said. "I love being considered insane because it gives me an enormous latitude for behavior. I can do damn near anything, and people just say, that's that crazy Leo for you." I feel the same way he did. So I tend to talk about my behavior, but if I gave myself a label, it would be an incontinent AB, not a DL. The wetting is for real, and I don't mess except when it's a medical problem like a stomach virus or something. I know that many, maybe most, people in the AB/DL community enjoy wetting and messing their diapers. Some DL's don't wet or mess them, just wear them. I don't wear diapers for that reason. I wear diapers because I am incontinent. The AB part of me gets off on other baby behavior, such as sucking my thumb, looking and dressing like a little girl, crying out loud, using baby talk, etc. And... (smiling to make announcement) I think I might have a Daddy now. He's been doing the Daddy thing for me online for a couple of weeks, and I think he might stay my Daddy. He says he will only spank me if I lie to him, like not telling him when I wet, or if I do something that's not safe for little girls to do. And that's only in the AB context, when I'm in baby mode. He won't spank me for wetting, and when I'm in adult mode, he's not Daddy. He's friend. What else he'll be, as time goes by, remains to be seen. I had a Daddy once who did spank me for wetting. He abused me in our adult relationship too. This is why he's no longer my Daddy--or my husband, for that matter. Daddy makes me wear dipeys every night, and he says he'll put me in twaining pants if I wet during the day. Sometimes I do... I'm sure this fetish has something to do with a highly dysfunctional childhood, without a good relationship with my real mommy, and almost no relationship at all with my real father, who I'm not even attached to enough that I can refer to him as my daddy. I had virtually no childhood. Maybe I just want one now. Regardless of the psychological reasons... It's fun to have a Daddy.

Well, you're probably right. I wasn't there and didn't get it first hand.

Hmmm. I voted wet only, but maybe I should have said both, since if I get sick I can't always control poopoo either. But that doesn't happen very often. Usually I only wet.

I'm very much in the closet for the outside world, but sometimes the closet door won't stay very firmly closed. I'm finding that usually it's in the medical realm that I come dangerously close to being outed. 1.) About two years ago, I was having horrible migraine headaches. To rule out meningitis, I had to have a spinal tap. Let me tell you, that's one painful procedure. And it takes a while. So it wasn't very long before I'd gone from whimpering and whining to full-on bawling as loud as any two-year-old. To control it somewhat and cry a little quieter, I had to openly suck my thumb in front of a doctor and two nurses. Mind you, sucking my thumb is something I normally only do alone or in front of my Daddy, if I have one. But in this situation I was a baby either way. Either let them see a 40-year-old woman sucking her thumb, or let them hear a 40-year-old woman going WAAAAAAAH The reward came afterward, when they actually brought me ice cream and told me I'd been a good girl. My AB side couldn't help but like that part. 2.) Fairly recently, I got sick with what turned out to be a gall bladder infection. At first I thought it was my IBS acting up, and the stomach cramps would pass. But it got worse and worse, and finally I had to call for an ambulance to take me to the ER. Right after I got off the phone with 911, I started (I'll put it delicately so as not to gross anybody out) losing my lunch. With my bladder problems, losing my lunch always causes me to lose my peepee as well, and I very visibly wet my pants...right as the ambulance arrived. Looking back, I think the paramedics should have given me time to change my clothes, but the most they would do was allow me to grab something dry to wear home from the hospital. They put me in the ambulance and took me to the hospital still soaking wet, which soon became apparent to the ER personnel as well. At least they DID let me get that change of clothes. I had to ride home on the bus, with my wet clothes in a plastic bag. And then it's fairly common for a gynecological procedure to reveal that I have no pubic hair. That's both for AB reasons and for practicality, since hair traps odor and I can keep myself cleaner if I shave. Another thing that's happened more than once is having to be diapered for an overnight stay in the hospital. I like to think I'm in the closet...but I wonder if the medical profession thinks I really am only two years old.

I change as soon as I know I'm wet. There are questions on this forum about whether or not one enjoys sitting in a wet diaper, and I'm not one who does. My wetting occurs mostly at night, but sometimes during the day too.

Not far behind you. I'm 42 and still wet the bed. Not every night, usually a couple of times a month. I hid it from my family when I was growing up, and they still don't know about it.

Vewwy funny.

I normally wear a t-shirt and underpants over my diaper to help stop leaks. Medicaid pays for disposables, but of a variety that absolutely suck. I have a new Daddy who says he's going to help me get some cloth diapers and plastic pants to wear to bed, so I won't have to keep either paying for better disposables or washing my sheets. In fact, Daddy told me since I wet the bed twice last week, I have to be sure and wear diapers every night, and always tell him when I wet. And I'd like to invest in footed sleepers, since even in warm weather I tend to get cold at night. So, I'll be wearing cloth diapers, plastic pants, and footed sleepers. Just what baby needs.

Normally I'm not diapered in the daytime or in public, but a few summers ago, I had a number of UTI's back to back, and my bladder's nerve sensation was damaged. I couldn't even feel myself wetting, let alone know in advance that I was about to. I was at zero control and had to be diapered 24/7 until the nerve sensation came back, which took a couple of months. The things that worried me the most in public were: 1.) Leaks 2.) Diaper showing through clothes 3.) The rustling plastic noise Those cheap, government-issue disposables that Medicaid pays for, the same ones they use in hospitals and nursing homes... they're going to leak if you so much as drip while sneezing. They hold nothing. You might as well stick a kleenex in your pants for all the protection they give. So, sticking a maxi pad inside the diaper helped to absorb wetness and somewhat prevent leaks. Wearing snug underwear helps too, by keeping the legbands of the diapers closer to the body. The snug underwear also created a barrier to keep the diaper from showing through my clothes, and reduced the rustling. All three problems not solved entirely, but cut down on.

Yep. I've got it. For me it usually starts with an hour or two of very painful stomach cramps, followed by a few episodes of diarrhea, then I'm fine. It usually doesn't cause fecal incontinence. The only time I'm fecally incontinent is when I have diarrhea that is caused by something other than IBS, such as a stomach virus. What I can't figure out is how my body knows the difference between IBS diarrhea, which I can control, and stomach virus diarrhea, which I sometimes can't. Puzzling.

As opposed to a DL, I am an AB who is also incontinent. However, I can see why one would assume that my diapers and accidents would be part of the AB thing. It just so happens that they're not connected. As an AB, I most enjoy acting and being treated like a toddler/preschooler. I myself don't understand how people would get a thrill from wetting, or even more puzzling, messing, outside the realm of being a "child." My own thrills come from such baby activity as sucking my thumb, using baby talk, bawling out loud, wearing infantile clothes and hair styles, etc. The only behavior that seems to overlap is my preference to keep myself shaved. I enjoy the juvenile look of being hairless, but then it's also for practical reasons since hair traps odor. Shaving helps me keep myself cleaner. No, I'm not role-playing someone with a developmental disability. A relative of mine falls into that category, mentally retarded. She still wets the bed, and she has a speech impediment. These are failures of her body, not her mind. She doesn't suck her thumb, play with toys, use infantile words for things (ie she says "horse," not "horsey") or behave in any way like a child except as limited by organic factors. So no, as an AB I am not emulating her but attempting to play the role of a small child. I'm probably trying to capture a childhood I didn't get the first time around. That would be my theory as to why the AB activity appeals to me. Strict DL's don't understand why I'd want to be a child, just as I don't understand why they'd want to wear and wet/mess diapers. But there's no use in us sniping at each other for it. Pot calling the kettle black.... just as sometimes recovering alcoholics and recovering drug addicts snipe at each other. They don't seem to realize it's the same animal, just a different breed.

VERY funny Tadpole! I love it.

In my answer, "all of the above," I was counting a protective pad as a diaper. I am a bedwetter with occasional accidents during the day caused by not getting to the toilet fast enough. Therefore it is safest for me to be protected at all times. My customary routine is diapers at night, pads during the day. And, obviously, since I have the same bladder everywhere I go, it doesn't matter whether I'm at home or out.

My own experience: They ran a bajillion tests on me and came up with the diagnosis of a spastic bladder. None of the tests were too invasive, but I do remember one in which they injected dye into my bloodstream, then began administering fluids and used imaging technology to watch my bladder fill. The test was supposed to last 20 minutes as they watched to see how my bladder would react. I couldn't even make it for five. They had to stop the test so I wouldn't wet all over myself and all their equipment. I'd like to assure you that any competent urologist would not be judgmental and has probably seen incontinence in all age brackets.