BabyBoyG

Hi! I'm an AB from Pittsburgh, PA. I am also looking for playmates. my physical age is 54, with a baby age of 3. I have been incontinent since birth due to physical disabilities. I became involved with the AB lifestyle at the urging of my psychologist. She said that it would help me to accept my having to use diapers 24/7. She was right. As a person who has to use a wheelchair, you would be surprised at the number of people who think that most people using wheelchairs also have to wear diapers. I have had friends, both female and male take me into stores wearing just a wet and at times messy diaper, and no one has said a word. I have even been changed right out in the open where everyone, even children saw me completely naked while I was being cleaned up and changed because some of the older stores do not have wheelchair accessable bathrooms. I even have friends who will undress me so that my clothes will not become wet or messy.Today, at the age of 54, I do not care who sees me in diapers, or what condition my diaper is in. When I was an older kid, my biological mother and later foster mothers would turn me over to 12 to 14 year old girls who wanted to learn to be baby sitters. Their mothers felt that if their daughters could feed, wash and change me, that they would have no trouble taking care of real babies and little kids. Well, I have prattled on enough, so I had better shut up like a good baby. 'Bye for now, Baby G (Garry) Ps. I did not know that I had a real name until I was ten, as all that I was ever called was Baby or Baby G.

As far as disposables go, I like Attends Ultra for home use and Molicare Super when traveling. Because I grew up with them, I ultimately prefer cloth, either Birdseye or Flannel. With my schedule and activities, I wear cloth about sixty percent of the time. Bye bye, Baby Boy G

Hi everybaby! I am a fifty three year old man with a baby age of three, who has worn diapers since birth, partly from birth defects and later from physical damage in foster homes. I was declared uneducable at two and a half, so my parents, relatives and neighbors always treated me like a two year old. In the nineteen fifties it was acceptable for even four and five year old boys to still be in diapers 24/7, so with me being labeled as a permanent two and a half year old, no one ever questioned the matter when I was put outdoors in only a diaper. I was almost seventeen before I wore my first pair of pants. I was made a Ward of the State at about eight because of my parents alcoholism, and placed in five foster homes over the next eight years. These places were very bad where the kids were used for the physical and sexual pleasures of the foster parents, their families and friends. Because all of us were labeled as uneducable we were taught nothing and kept in cloth diapers and shirts. I was about sixteen when a good couple took me in and started treating and teaching me like a person. It was not an easy job because, they had to take me from the level of a two year old baby who had been severely physically and sexually abused, and try to get me caught up to my physical age. One of the big problems was that because I was and still am incontinent, trying to get me to grow up mentally while still having to wear diapers and be changed like a baby really complicated the matter. The fact that I am not able to walk didn't help matters either. This might sound strange, but, one of the bright spots in my childhood was that during the summer, we were all put outdoors (There was one place that had four of us in diapers.) wearing cloth diapers and sometimes Tee shirts and allowed to play in the dirt and get really filthy. For some reason, I really loved this and have had a burning desire to do it again. My problem is that I am not able to find a home or farm where I could come and play in their yards the way that I did as a child. Even stating that the people or person could treat me any way that they wanted to while I was with them. Maybe before I die, I will find a place to play in Western Pennsylvania. I have a lot more to tell but, I have prattled on for too long a time. Thanks for reading this. Stay wet, messy and happy. Baby Boy G (Up to the age of ten, I thought that my name was Baby or Baby G, because that is what I was called all of the time.)