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  1. Looks like I missed you by just 6 minutes yesterday, too ... 

  2. Try the musical "Carousel" ... Bascombe the ship owner to Timony the policeman. I think it may have been "ya just can't help" rather than "just can't reach" ... but either way, it's totally apposite, isn't it?
  3. The tales I heard from Rach (Ladybird) were very different. She may only have been a recent innovation so far as membership of DD was concerned ... but she has been central to the story pretty much from the outset. Her 13 year old daughter was Beth ... who was 11 at the time Tommy et al arrived. She was known to Jackie1, who was her hairdresser. Beth was parked with her grandmother Sue and uncles Matt (Goat) and Ryan when her mum went off for a job in Germany. Only ... she wasn't going for a job ... she was going to an expensive German rehab clinic to sort out her mental health issues. She just didn't want Beth knowing about that. Beth's angst at seemingly being abandoned by her mother was a long-running theme, until eventually Rach came back from Germany and moved in with her mother. Rach couldn't stand being with her mother for very long as she called her "overbearing" and blamed her for her mental health issues. So she moved out with Beth to a rental house owned by Tommy ... and that was the point at which she joined the site. I heard lots of stories of the bakery from her ... but not about winding down in pull-ups (although she did sometimes say she was wearing one to bed when she'd had a lot to drink ... and occasionally came on very embarrassed in the morning to admit that it had been wet when she woke up) or short pink dresses.
  4. Tommybubbles was my friends. No, that's not a typo. He was definitely my friends, plural. Tommybubbles was not the man we were told he was. He did not suffer a traumatic brain injury 7 years before he joined the site. But he did suffer from periodic bouts of depression and self-harming for most of his life. And he died of an overdose on 26 December 2024. Whether that overdose was accidental or deliberate will probably never be known. Nearly everything we learned about Tommy in the 2 years he was a member of the site was pure fantasy. Invention. The family and friends who surrounded him were pure invention. But what invention! ALL of his friends and family who joined the site were pure invention ... they were Tommy, posting from multiple devices. So they have all died with him. Who were they all? I am not sure if I have the full list, but those I know for certain were: Jackie1 (Jackie) TOMC1 (Tom) HAPPY (George) Goat (Matt) Mouse (Jonathon) RIZZO (Sam) Freak (Gladys) Hat (Bev) Ladybird (Rach) Oscar (Oscar) DANCING ALPACA (Hannah) Superted (Teddy) Dragonman (Phillip) Katie (Katie - whom we banned for being underage ... but it seems we were wrong about that) I interacted online with all of them ... and had no idea that they were just invented characters in Tommy's fantasy world. Other characters in his fantasy world, of whose reality I was equally convinced, included (in no particular order) Beth, Jill, two more Katies, another Hannah, Bill, Sid, Mark the son of Gladys, Mark the solicitor, Ted the retired driving instructor, Alice the old lady who died of cancer, Marie, Jim, Sue, Ryan, Simon, Graham, Patrick, Eve, Charlotte, "the Krays" (Jack and Henry), Willow, Lily, Harper, Nat, Ivy, the triplets (Arthur, Holly and Oscar), Leo, April, Bob, Cailtin (Tommy's daughter), Rick, "Shark" and Susan ... and a whole host of minor characters. Tommy arrived on the DD scene at a low point in my life. The loss of an eye was bringing my teaching career to an end and before long I was signed off work with stress and depression. My sick leave lasted for 6 months, and culminated with my taking early retirement. For most of this time I wasn't able to do much except lie alone on my bed, interacting with online friends through the medium of the internet. It was mostly Tommy's invented characters that I interacted with, and they gave me hope and purpose in life. Advising them, helping them through their problems, and mentoring 13 year old "Beth" who aspired to be a barrister in legal thinking and skills. It would be easy to say it was all a hollow sham because none of them existed and their problems were not real. But that would not be a fair reflection. They gave me hope and purpose and something to get up for in the morning. For that I shall always be grateful, and I shall never forget them. Tommy's characters were also all about cars ... especially classic cars, about which they were very knowledgeable. It had been a lifelong ambition of mine to own a classic car ... an ambition that I never thought I should realise because I lacked the necessary skills and knowledge. Tommy's characters persuaded me to believe in myself ... and to go out and realise my ambition, so that now I own two classic cars. One of them is even named Marie, in honour of a person who never existed ... "Jill's mum" who had MS, and died at the beginning of December. Only she didn't, because she never existed. So what should we make of Tommy, a larger-then-life character who broke all the rules and filled the site with his alter egos? He was clearly a tortured soul, finding his outlet in fantasy, and I was drawn into his fantasy world in a way that some would say was utterly unhealthy. And yet ... it gave me hope and purpose in life at a time when all seemed lost. Will I miss him, and them? You bet I will! Am I grieving for him, and them? Unquestionably! Am I grateful that he came into my life, when he did, in the way that he did? Absolutely! So goodbye Tommy. I shall miss you, and your creations, more than words can ever express. Thank you for the memories. Thank you, my friends!
  5. Leaving in 2 - 3 hours' time. Not back until some time on 27th. No internet access while I'm there.
  6. Why?????? Orange is SO not my colour ...
  7. I've upset a few people recently. DailyDi and I have agreed it's best if I relinquish my chat mod role, and I will probably keep myself to myself for a bit to allow the dust to settle. Fear not, though ... me and my water pistol WILL be back!!!
  8. And today ... you left a matter of minutes before I came online

    Awwwwwww

  9. Bonjour. Je suis nouveau ici, mon désir étant de découvrir la régression , le monde de l'abdl. Je me souviens encore tout jeune, de bien des périodes de ma vie où je me faisait assister par une femme en famille d'accueil, non seulement qui, alors que j''étais âge de dix, douze ans, décidait sur moi, ou à ma place, déjà, de me déshabiller puis de me mener en sale de douche pour me laver, toujours elle même, lorsque, quand ne pouvant assurer de me prendre en charge, me confiait à sa fille ainée, qui de fait, à son tour, me déshabillait et me lavait de la tête aux pieds. Parfois même, soit la jeune maman, soit sa grande fille, qui avait à cette époque, qu'un an de plus que moi seulement, me lavait en présence de la plus jeune de cette famille qui me recevait pour me garder quand mes parents s'absentaient. Mon assistanat se faisait de mes dix , douze ans donc, et c'est poursuivi jusqu'à mes quinze ans. Des années plus loin, dans mes vingt cinq, trente ans, là , encore une autre fille, une jeune femme que je fréquentais durant trois années, étions amoureux, mais qui elle aussi me traitait comme un très jeune garçon, qui aussi décidait des choses entre nous, donc, me dévétissait et me douchait intégralement quand elle estimait l'heure venue, et qu'elle me trouvait sale. Jusqu'à aller plus encore, car m'assistait jusqu'au wc, comme pour un petit garçon sur le pot. J'ai connu le pipi au lit jusqu'à mes douze ans, bon, lié à complication de santé, mais malgrés tout, incontinent urinaire. J'ai toujours pensé que ma condition était que j'était conçu pour rester enfant, bon à être assisté comme un petit garçon, et de mon âge , je me sent appelé à régresser progressivement. Je me trouve en complication déjà, de mobilité, peine à réaliser ce que par le passé j'étais capable de réaliser tout seul, comme un grand, donc, petit à petit, le temps passant, devrais je me retrouver encore, entre mains de femmes, pour de nouveau me faire déshabiller, laver, être assisté aux besoins naturels ? C'est peut être ce qui m'attend dans le futur, ou reste de ma vie. J'aimerais me trouver entre les mains d'une femme, peut être une intervenante genre aide soignante par exemple, qui ferait de moi son enfant, me traiterait comme tel, qui me punirait aussi si pas gentil garçon avec elle. Mais qui vraiment aurait désir de me prendre à sa charge, quitte aussi à gérer ma vie sexuelle, et intime même sur le pot. Aussi une autre femme, se pourrait être une fille à elle, par exemple, qui aussi m'assisterait, me passerait à la douche, me prendrait en mains pour le pot, etc, avec obligation de porter des couches, voir même, si pas obéissant, me punirait par fessées. 

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    1. MASROSTONNY

      MASROSTONNY

      Je suis et reste disponible ou à disposition de femmes mamans pour homme à verser dans la totale et définitive regression, même par contrainte s'il le faut et nécessaire. Je suis et reste disponible pour tous désirs de me soumettre sous la supériorité de femmes autoritaires, très sévères et strictes, disponible pour me laisser être, même de force, traité en bébé, petit garçon ou adolescent, selon les désirs et attentes de femmes sur moi, de faire de moi leur réel bébé ou enfant mâle de bas âge à l'âge d'ado, fonction des femmes. Je reste à prendre comme homme enfant de bas âge, pour femmes aimant dominer, me traiter comme étant à elle leur propriété définitive, pour me langer, me mettre en couche, me contraindre à souiller, tout ce qu'elles veulent de moi, pour elles, pour leur nom, leur envie de supériorité de femmes sur moi.

      ......

  10. And today ... you came on about 5 minutes after I left.

    I'm back on now ... but I doubt you're going to come back, are you??

  11. And me is BAAACK I think I may have left something on the ship though. Has anyone seen my water pistol???
  12. ... for a week or so due to being on a great big ship! Should be back 4 or 5 August ...

  13. I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
    The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
    The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
    I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
    O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
    But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
    The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
    O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

    I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
    They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
    They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
    But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
    For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
    But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
    The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
    O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.

    Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
    Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
    An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
    Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
    Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
    But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
    The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
    O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.

    We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
    But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
    An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
    Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
    While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
    But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
    There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
    O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.

    You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
    We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
    Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
    The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
    For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
    But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
    An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
    An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!

     

    (poem by Rudyard Kipling, 1892)

    1. Little BabyDoll Christine

      Little BabyDoll Christine

      Could have been from the US in the 1970's with returning Vietnam vets

    2. Abi

      Abi

      Quite so, Christine.

      The universal fate of the fighting man or woman throughout the ages.

  14. I missed you by a few minutes again last night, Andy ... why does this ALWAYS seem to happen to us??

  15. Everyone's having it. Hopefully it will be fixed soon.
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