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The first day of being a big kid again sucked, and there is something to be said for not having to make any decisions. I don't think there is any doubt that Eddie is happy to be a baby. To make things worse, mom and Sarah seem to enjoy it as well. What do you do with a kid who is supposed to grow up, yet wants to be a baby?

I always include strollers when I write a regression story. I love the idea of being put in a stroller. It's at the same level of diapers, but it's definitely in the A tier of regression devices.

Part of the issue I have with George's story. George is more than 7 years older than Alice. I have him born in 1969, while Mom was born in 1976. Sarah was born in 1998, so Mom was only 21 years old when Sarah was born. A nearly 30-year-old man marrying a 21-year-old woman isn't unusual, but it isn't typical. It would be highly unusual in an FLR. I have find a plausible explanation why a 28-year-old man would go for that. FTR- George is there on his own free will. He's perfectly happy with his wife taking charge, and he's doing pretty well for himself. He's doing a sports talk show and does the A's post-game on local cable. The idea I have is: George is a guy who skates through school and gets a job in sports radio (but not a host). He's smart and funny and would like to be on the radio. Alice is a recent college graduate, who played soccer in college. and she guides George into the career of his dreams, but she's the captain. After 18-years of that, and relative success, George has no desire to pilot the ship. If it weren't for Alice, George would be doing production on a small radio station in Modesto, and might not even do sports. Sarah is complicated. She is a year older than her grade-level peers. She turned 18 near the end of 11th grade. Ashley will turn 16 in her 3rd month of 11th grade. The reason she didn't start was that she wasn't potty trained when it was time to start Kindergarten. BTW- Eddie has the same situation. It's heavily implied that Sarah still has problems controlling her bladder but unlike Eddie, she takes care of her accidents (mostly). She also experienced diapers and baby treatment as an older child. Even though she might be opportunistic, she is tight with Eddie and sees him as somebody who needs a guardian angel. Before I finish the story, Sarah will Eddie what mom said to each other that turned from being against treating Eddie like a baby to being Eddie's nanny

Eddie's mom is maternal, but she's controlling and overbearing. I don't think she is superficial. I'm thinking about doing George's story after this, and that would give you an idea of George and Alice, as well as why George would be attracted to a lady like that. Sarah is maternal as well. The whole story is about her mothering her little brother, and right now she doesn't have much choice.

Eddie's maturity regressed, but it was simmering under the surface. He always preferred to play like a little kid rather doing more age appropriate things, but stopped doing those things because he felt that he had to. He wasn't forced to mask his immaturity, and he went full bore in. For both Tara and Eddie, they feel protected in regression. Tara is physically protected from her mother's abuse. Eddie get's protected from his mother's expectation. PS- there might have been an Easter Egg, and Tara's mom might have learned something about Ashley that she can't handle. Note that what Eddie thinks is yelling at him, isn't necessarily what it is. He felt Sarah was mad at him when she didn't take him to the park, but that's not unreasonable. Ashley responded to Eddie lying about having a wet Pull-up. Mom was harsh at breakfast, but she admitted it. It's wasn't in the supportive fashion, but she has no tolerance for whining. The wiping scene was harsh, but Eddie didn't wash his hands, lied about it, and didn't wipe properly. Those are excessive expectations for a 15-year-old boy. I don't know if Eddie would hate women after this. His mom does the same thing to his dad, and his Uncle Teddy is an adult version of Eddie. He thinks it's normal for women to boss men around. There is a chance that he could get swept up in some kind of Incel-type culture, but he has zero interest in sex at this point. Remember, Sarah took the crust off his PB&J, and that's only done by somebody who cares about you. He also see's Ashley as a protector. For both Tara and Eddie, the regression is a coping mechanism. In reality, there a lot less productive ways that teenagers use to cope with life. Especially as the get older.

I have little faith in the faith in the AI detectors out there I ran my latest update as possible AI and 2 of the 3 sentences were flagged as possible PS- none of them are AI generated, but it flagged 12% of the content. I admit that's not a lot, but it was 0% developed by AI. I don't trust the algorithm.

Kudos to anybody who knows where I got the diagonally cut PB&J sandwich on white bread with the crust cut off. Hint:I could give Eddie a stuffed tiger, which would give it away. @Dirty Boy I'm pretty sure PB&J isn't a thing in Italy, but is cutting off the crust a thing for little kids in Italy? You guys have real bread. BTW-https://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1988/12/24 I think my reference was better. A horizontally cut tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat bread is the antithesis of a diagonally cut PB&J on white bread with the crust cut off. Sarah didn't even have to ask about Chunky Vs. Creamy, because only demons would use chunky peanut butter on a sandwich.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016 I’m a big kid now! I was put back in diapers on June 3, so I’ve been a baby for sixty-eight days! That’s almost the whole summer. It’s been more than two months. I wasn’t allowed to do anything by myself. I only got to choose what toy I played with. Every other decision was made for me: when I could play, what I could eat, and when I slept. I didn’t have any responsibilities, and everything was done for me. I didn’t think it would be like this. I certainly didn’t think I would be a baby for two months! Mom took me to the potty on Friday, but she didn’t really start potty training until Saturday. That’s when I had to tell her before I needed to go. I knew this was my chance, so I tried my hardest. Last time, I don’t think I tried my hardest. This time, I made sure to ask before I used my diaper and go whenever they took me. Unfortunately, sometimes I don’t know until I start to go. Other times, I think I have to go but can’t when I get there. I used the potty on Sunday, but I mostly used my diaper. I only used my diaper two times on Monday; most of the time I used the potty. I wore a diaper to the zoo yesterday, but didn’t use it. Sarah took me three times, and I was still dry after my nap. After that, Mom proudly exclaimed, “Eddie, you’re still dry! Let’s see if you’re ready for Pull-ups.” After taking my diaper off, she gave me a Pull-up and said, “This means you’re a big boy now, and not a baby. You’re old enough to use the potty without anybody telling you to go. You’re fifteen years old.” It’s just like the ad says, “I’m a big kid now!” I don’t get treated like a baby anymore, at least during the day. I still wear diapers at night, so I have an early bedtime and sleep in a crib. I guess I’m still a baby at night. There is a TV in my room, so I can play with my X-box again. It looks kind of weird, because I also have a crib and changing table in there. I don’t have to sit in a highchair and my food isn’t cut into small pieces; it’s normal. I got to use a normal glass until I spilled, and then I had to use a sippy cup. Unfortunately, I have to do chores again. I hate chores! I prefer doing stuff I like to do. I heard mom say, “It’s almost time for dinner. You two need to set the table and take out the trash.” Emily immediately got up, but I didn’t move. I forgot I have to take out the trash. A few minutes later, mom made a second request. “Eddie, did you forget about the trash?” “I didn’t know I had to do chores.” Mom replied, “You’re a big boy now, and big kids do chores. Take out the trash.” I wanted to finish my show, so I responded, “In a minute.” Mom quickly retorted, “Now, Eddie!” While I enjoyed dinner as a big kid, I had to clear the table and start the dishwasher. I also had to put the pots and pans away. That took me a while, and I only had a few minutes to play until mom ordered, “Eddie, it’s almost bedtime. Take your shower.” I cried, “Do I have to? I just started my game.” “Don’t make me ask a second time.” Mom put me back in a diaper after my shower, but she scolded me first. “Eddie, you’re still wet. Why didn’t you use a towel?” I felt bad, so she put a pacifier in my mouth. I was wearing a diaper, and back to being a baby. Mom took me to my crib, kissed my forehead, and then turned out the lights. My diaper was wet in the morning, but mom didn’t change it until I finished breakfast. That meant I had to sit in a highchair, which confused me. “What? I thought I’m a big kid now. Why do I have to sit in a highchair? I don’t want to be a baby anymore.” Mom gave me a mean look and asked, “Do you need to go to the corner?” I certainly didn’t want to be treated like a baby, and I thought I would be put in my playpen if I got sent to timeout. “No, please. I’ll be good.” Mom replied, “Than no tantrums!” “But I’m not throwing a tantrum. I thought I was a big kid, why do I have to sit in the highchair?” “You’re wearing a diaper, and big kids don’t wear diapers. You can be a big kid after breakfast, unless you keep throwing tantrums. If you keep whining, you’ll have to stay in your playpen.” That threat was enough to stop my whining. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” I didn’t want to cry, but I didn’t know why mom was mad at me. She saw my tears and said, “Eddie, please don’t cry. I don’t like whining, but I should have told you the rules. You don’t get to sit in a big kid chair when you’re wearing diapers. After breakfast, you can wear a Pull-up and be a big kid. If you’re dry tomorrow, you’ll get to wear a Pull-up before breakfast, and you get to sit in a real chair.” After breakfast, mom handed me a Pull-up. She reminded me, “Now remember, you need to use the toilet. The Pull-ups are just in case. Try not to have any accidents.” After that, I said, “Mommy, I’ve to potty.” She rolled her eyes, “Eddie, you’re a big kid now. Until you are out of Pull-ups, I still want you to tell me or Sarah after you go potty, but you don’t have to ask us.” I felt bad, but I did what I was told. I pooped in the toilet and then told her. “Mom, I’m done.” I expected praise. That’s what I’m used to. I always get a big hug after using the potty, but this time mom asked, “Did you go number one, or two?” I showed her two fingers, so she asked, “Did you wipe?” I nodded. “Did you wipe good?” I sheepishly mumbled, “Yeah.” Mom looked at me dubiously. “That’s not convincing. We better check.” She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom. I asked, “Why?” Mom retorted, “Eddie, you’ve never been good at wiping. This time, I want to make sure you learn how to wipe your butt. I’m going to keep checking until I know that you can do it right.” I was mad but knew better than to whine about it. Mom looked at the bathroom sink and asked, “Did you wash your hands?” I couldn’t remember if I did. I know that I’m supposed to, but sometimes I just wipe them with a towel, or my shirt. I answered, “yes?” “Eddie don’t lie to me. The sink is still dry. I’m going to ask again. Did …you…wash...your…hands?” I looked away and admitted, “no.” Mom sighed, ‘Eddie! You’re fifteen years old. Why do you need to be reminded about washing your hands?” It was a rhetorical question that I wasn’t supposed to answer. She ordered, “Sit down and wipe.” After I wiped she said, “Show it to me.” I showed her; the toilet paper still had brown streaks on it. “Does that look clean to you?” I shook my head, but mom wanted an answer. “Answer me!” “No.” “That means you need to wipe some more. Keep wiping until you don’t see any poop. If you can’t do it properly, you’re not potty trained.” I wiped a few more times, and finally said, “I’m done.” “Show it to me!” I showed her, and she said, “That’s better. I need to know that you can do it correctly, so tell me after you do a number two.” I started to head out of the bathroom. “Stop! What are you supposed to do?” I wanted a hint, but she didn’t give me one. I realized that I didn’t wash my hands. I didn’t want to get yelled at anymore, so I made sure to wash them really well. I wanted mom to say something nice, but she didn't. I guess that’s just what I’m supposed to do as a big kid. After that, I headed to my room to play with my X-box. Mom asked, ‘Where do you think you’re going?” “Aren’t I allowed to play in my room?” “Yes, but after you do your chores. You’re a big kid now, so you have to do chores before you play. Those dishes aren’t cleaning themselves, and you need to tidy up the living room.” Mom gave me a thumbs up after I finished the living room, but I had to redo the kitchen because there were some crumbs on the counter. I asked, “Can I play now?” Mom nodded, but then said, “Remember to put your clothes in the laundry room. I should have taught you to use the washing machine a long time ago, but I’ll wait until you’re out of Pull-ups. In this house, you do your laundry when you’re old enough.” It was hard getting used to my mom talking to me like that. That’s what she did before this. It feels like nothing is ever good enough. When I got B’s, she wanted A’s. When I got an A, she asked why I didn’t get them all the time. She used to play soccer in college, so she noticed every mistake I made. While I was a baby, mom praised me all the time. I got a big hug every time I did something right, or good. The only time I got in trouble was when I whined after being told to stop. I’m not used to being alone anymore. The only time I was left alone was when I slept in my crib. They never told me when we were going somewhere, or where we were going. I never even knew we were leaving until Sarah tied my shoes. It didn’t matter anyway; I had to go wherever she went. Sarah grabbed her backpack and headed out the door. I asked, “Where are we going?” Sarah looked confused. “I’m picking up Ashley and Tara. If you want to come, hurry! I’m not waiting for you.” I was confused, “You mean I don’t have to go with you?” “You’re fifteen years old, so you don’t have to be with me all the time.” It was strange being alone. Technically, I wasn’t the only one home. My mom was in a meeting and my dad was sleeping. He’s doing the A’s post-game show, so he gets home really late. That meant nobody was watching me, and I could do whatever I wanted. I played with my X-Box, but it wasn’t as fun as it used to be. I would have preferred to play with Ethan and Cole. I checked out the yard. I was never allowed to be outside by myself, so I thought that would be fun. I wanted to play in the sandbox, but big kids don’t play in the sandbox, especially teenagers. Tara was playing on the floor, and I thought about joining her. However, I’m not a baby anymore, so I didn’t want to play like one. I wanted to go to the skate park, so I asked, “Can we go to the park?” Sarah scoffed, “Eddie, you can go to the park by yourself.” “How?” “Um, you have two feet. Use them. You can use your skateboard.” There is a big hill between our house and the skate park. It’s a pain to go up, and it’s scarry going down. There is a basketball court closer to our house, and I went there. I stayed until I got bored, which is when I had my first accident. It wasn’t my fault though. There aren’t any bathrooms, and I couldn’t hold it until I got home. Even though it’s embarrassing, I let Sarah know. I said, “Sarah, I accidently peed in my Pull-up.” Sarah sighed, “You did! What happened?” “I was skating in the greenbelt, and there aren’t any bathrooms. I tried to hold it until I got home, but I couldn’t. Sarah admonished me, “You know there isn’t a bathroom out there. Why didn’t you go before you left.” I sighed, “I forgot.” Sarah looked dubious. “You forgot, eh?” After she handed me a new Pull-up, she warned me. “Remember Eddie, these aren’t diapers. You’re supposed to use the potty. If you don’t use the potty, you’ll have to go back to diapers. Do you understand?” “Yeah, I’m sorry.” Sarah replied, “Don’t be sorry, just use the potty.” So far, my first day of being a big kid wasn’t going so well. I was bored, and everybody yelled at me. Tara still won’t use the potty. She won’t even sit on it. Ashley tries to encourage her, but it never works. Sarah tried as well and so has my mom. Whenever they do, Tara screams, “No! No!” and she won’t tell us why. I also tried. Maybe she would say something to me. I asked, “Why don’t you want to use the potty?” “I don’t want to.” “Don’t you want to be potty trained? Why do you want to be a baby?” “Ashy takes care of me, and I don’t want to lose her.” That confused me and I asked, “What do you mean?” She looked sad and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” She turned away and sucked on her pacifier, which means she wanted me to leave her alone. I pleaded. “Come on, Tara. I won’t tell anybody, I promise.” Tara usually has a high-pitched voice and sounds like a little kid. This time, her voice was low and sounded like an adult. “Last time, my mother made me sit on the potty a really long time and she hit me when I didn’t go right away. She told me that she wants me out of diapers, so she won’t need Ashley to take care of me.” I asked, “What about school? I’m lucky that I won’t need diapers. Don’t you want that?” She said, “I had accidents at school. Maybe diapers are better. Caitlyn said nobody could tell.” “What happens if somebody sees?” “I don’t know, but it’s probably bad.” Even though I’m not a baby anymore, Sarah made lunch for me. She was nice, because she gave me a diagonally cut peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread with the crusts cut off. Mom would have given me a horizontally cut tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat bread. Tara got the same thing but cut into smaller pieces. She drank milk from a sippy cup, and I got to drink Coke from the can. I rarely drank Coca-Cola before this, and never while I wore diapers. After lunch, it was time for Tara’s nap. She hates naps, and asked, “Can I play with Eddie?” Ashley shook her head, “I’m sorry honey, but no. You’ve a had a big day and need a nap.” She protested, “But I’m not tired.” Ashley smiled, “baby, you’re cranky, so you need a nap.” I didn’t want Tara to get in trouble, so I went to my room. If Tara was the big kid and I was the baby, I would have thrown a tantrum. I almost slept in my crib, but I’m not a baby, and I didn’t want to take a nap. Being in my room by myself is boring. Sarah and Ashley were in Sarah’s room, but her door was closed. I didn’t want to disturb them. I kept myself occupied until Tara woke up and then played with her. I didn’t remember to use the potty. After a while, Ashley checked Tara’s diaper, and it was dry. She looked at me and said, “Eddie, come over here. I need to check your Pull-up.” I asked, “Why? I’m dry.” I knew I was wet, but I didn’t want to get in trouble. Ashley got really mad, which she never does. “Eddie, you know better than that. I can see it in your face. Now come here, or I’ll have to tell Sarah. Do you want that?” I mumbled, “No.” “Okay then, let me check your Pull-up.” She checked, “Eddie, you’re soaked, what happened?” I shrugged; Ashley sighed, “I thought you wanted to be a big kid.” “I do!” “Well, you need to prove it. Let’s get you changed.” She laid out the changing mat. I asked, “Don’t I get to change myself?” Ashley shook her head, “That’s only for big kids. You didn’t tell us, so you have to be changed like a baby.” She tore the sides away, wiped my butt and used powder, just like she did when she changed my diaper. Sarah walked in and asked, “What happened?” “Eddie peed his Pull-up, and didn’t tell us. Only babies do that, so he gets a baby-style change.” Sarah grinned, “Gee, I wonder where that came from.” I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Sarah replied, “Eddie don’t be sorry, but you need to do better. We can go back to diapers if this is too much.” “No, please. Don’t do that.” “Okay, then do better.” “How many accidents am I allowed to have?” “Why are you asking that? Are you planning to have more accidents?” “No. I just want to be sure.” “Don’t worry. You only have one job. Use the potty, or you will have to go back to diapers.”

I disagree, Tommy is a child in an older kid's body.

How did they figure out what classes you were supposed to take? As a teacher in high school, losing counselors is akin to chopping off my right thumb. I can't imagine not having guidance counselors. Just the 3000-piece tetris game that they play every single to get all the students scheduled. And this might shock you, but 16-year-old boys and girls sometimes change their mind, which means we spend the first 2 weeks getting slotted as best we can. BTW- they also deal with teachers, who tend to be far more demanding than students. Pardon me while I toot my own horn, but you never had me😁 Mind you, I can't speak fluent Italian, and it took me a while to fine tune my trade, but I'm damn good at that part. My classroom management is okay, but it was a long time, My lessons aren't great, and my delivery is poor, but I'm really good at understanding my students.

For the most part, any kid would benefit from therapy, and school counselors are pretty good at dealing with it. Schools now have so many resources that are available to them that we just never had. I went to a really good private school, and the tuition wasn't cheap (5-10k per year). The school had just about 500 students. My mom died between my sophomore (10th) and junior (11th) grade, and the school knew what happened. I wrote about it to my English. My counselor never asked a thing about it. I was never pulled out of class to talk with him, and nobody ever asked me how I was doing. If that happened in my class, I would let the counselor know and talk to the Wellness Center. That child will see a mental health professional. Rest assured, this story is not a tragedy. At the end, I will update where the major characters are, and everybody is happy where they are.

I'm not 100% certain, but I've heard that there were indications that Donovan was/is a lot like some of us. That song certainly has ABDL tinglings in it. The whole thing is about Astronauts wearing diapers. From BBT: Massimino: You peed in your spacesuit. Howard: You're supposed to do that. Mass: Not during the fitting.

Right now, Tara has a complete meltdown whenever somebody tries to get her to use the potty. Obviously, there is something seriously going on, and she needs active therapy. However, it's difficult to sign a child up for therapy without parent consent, and Tara's mother doesn't see it this. If you don't know why Tara and Ashley spend so much time at Eddie's house, you need the hint. Mom knows it's bad at their house, so mom encourages them to spend as much time with at her house as possible. Tara's mom is embarrassed and offended that her 12-year-old daughter can't keep her pants dry, and subjected her to emotional and physical abuse regarding her toileting, which happened before she was ever diapered. When she started this program, Ashley became responsible for caring for Tara, which was positive for Tara. The part that I never said is that Tara's mom took over when they started to introduce the potty again, and it didn't go well. Mom did what mom does, and Tara is terrified that she'll be back under her mom's thumb if she's a big kid. Eddie doesn't know what he wants right now. If they are started the process after 3 weeks, Eddie jumps and ending it and toileting process goes a lot smoother. However, that doesn't change the social problems, nor would it help his maturity. He might have been more responsible with his sheets, but only out of fear. Both Tara and Eddie received much nurturing care prior to this. Eddie's mom threw out compliments like grenades, end most of her praise had backhanded elements Now, all three of the 'adults' are super attentive, and very nurturing. Tara doesn't get the crap beat out of her every day, and has 3 woman telling how wonderful she is. Eddie has 4 friends that he doesn't have to impress, his mom only gets mad when he talks back to her, and he gets all of Sarah's attention. They both would benefit from therapy, but it would have the right kind of therapy. Eddie might have benefited for a GTFU talk back in May, but I don't think that would do much for him now. For Tara, that would be devastating. I guess you could do the same things that you do for regression in younger children, which is give them attention and stress the advantages of being older. But does that work when being a big kid isn't that great for both of them? BTW- it's raining tomorrow, so I'll try to update my next chapter tomorrow.

Unlike Tara, Eddie has good grades and hides in class by not bringing attention to himself. I'm sure some of his teachers would know that he is childlike, but not to the extent that his family sees. As far as his teachers are concerned, the kid is great. He does his work, it's good work, and he won't argue with his teachers. He is very reluctant to ask his teachers to go to the bathroom, and he's not the type of kid who gets lost when he does leave class to use the bathroom. Tara is the one who has an IEP, and her IEP would bring attention to herself. The teacher and school would be aware of her bladder issues because she had numerous accidents in 5th grade. However, she is moving to middle school, and her teachers might not be prepared for a 6th grader who needs to be prompted to use the bathroom. Right now, Tara won't even try to use the potty, so that could raise a red flag. PS—Let me know if you're confused about what I mean by "kids getting lost" when they use the bathroom.

I've never had that happen to me, but my updates tend to 2 to 3k words. It takes me a while to edit a chapter, so I can't update immediately. I can only edit on a weekend, because I need a good six hours to edit a chapter.