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I've noticed that Turtlepins is become increasingly dependent on his pacifier. He has it in his mouth almost all the time and at night, if it falls out of his mouth he becomes distressed in his sleep. I've talked to his psychologist about it and she worries about him developing an overbite problem. I never thought of that. I asked our dentist and he thinks the NUK 5 is safe and won't effect his bite. His psychologist is not too concerned, but we're both noticing it. What do you think? Should I limit his use or let him be? I don't know.

I was at a conference in Denver, and I brought Turtlepins along because I know he hates being away from me. I was very busy because I was teaching part of the conference. I left Turtlepins happily writing in the room in nothing but three diapers, his favorite yellow baby pants, and his baby T-shirt he likes so much. He uses earphones to listen to classical music when he writes. Neither of us thought about that. Occasionally he'll lie down on the bed and take a short nap, and he did in the middle of the morning. That's when the maid came in to clean the room. Of course he never heard her enter. She was new didn't know what to do in the situation, so she left the door open and went down the hall for help. Several of the E.D. and Special Ed. teachers in my class noticed the open door and looked in to say hello. I had to assure the maid that we were not angry, the management that Turtlepins was not dangerous (that's just too funny) and explain to the class that my husband, although incontinent, was a sweet man who wore diapers and thought it fun to dabble in AB fun from time to time. The hotel did give us a free room voucher as an apology.

I was thinking of a younger child, like Turtlepins when he was 5. A child who has been through a trauma may wish to regress, may even need to regress. We're talking preschool and primary age kids here. But thanks for asking me to clarify. I would never recommend it without the advice of a psychologist. That may help. I was thinking of a younger child, like Turtlepins when he was 5. A younger child who goes through a trauma may need to regress. We're talking preschool and primary ages here. Although, I would not do this without the advice of a psychologist or doctor.

They're certainly not cute and little. You can't pick them up and hold them in your arms. Picking up their legs to slide diapers under their bottoms is impossible. Messes are bigger but smell about the same. Some can't sit on your lap. Being a mother to an AB is very different. However, after a few months of experience, I can honestly say it's equally rewarding. Actually, I believe it is more rewarding. When you love someone their needs become important to you. Meeting those needs becomes a driving force in the relationship. Much of the time one considers the needs of their mate above his or her own. Both of us have sacrificed much for each other through the years of our marriage. Every sacrifice brought a stronger relationship, more trust, more loving actions and words. It's never perfect. But it is rewarding. Being a "mommy" to my husband has proved to be much more rewarding than I ever dreamed. Diapers, baby pants, powder, oil, lotion, rash cream, washing bottles, keeping track of a pacifier are all things I did as a mom to my kids. Now I'm doing it for my husband. It's not wierd! It's not perverse or sick. It's providing a loving service to a man who has, and would again, give up everything for me. I love him as a man, and I love him as a baby. He may not be little and cute like a baby, but he is certainly cute in his own special way as an adult baby. He has adorable manerisms and habits that make me laugh with joy. Changing the diapers and cleaning up after the messes I could live without, but gladly undertake for the pleasure of watching him lay there kicking his feet ecstatically because I just pinned clean diapers on him. I love his man/baby giggles. I love the way his toes spread when he's happy. When I read to him he lays against me in the most adorable way, snuggling into me while all his attention is on the pictures on the pages. He plays with toys just like a baby. He drinks a bottle like a baby. And he sleeps like a baby. Most often I will wake up in the early hours of the morning and find him with his bum in the air, sucking on his pacifier, peacefully sleeping. It's really quite adorable. And in between his times of being a baby he is a much more attentive husband. Part of that is because he needs me so much right now. But part of it is his way of saying thankyou. He's very good at that. So ladies, pay heed! Here's your chance. Be an AB mom, especially if it's your husband or son. It's not a shame, it's an honor. It's like being a mom all over again without the pain of delivery!

Very interesting reading. Such insight! Such cleverness! My husband (Turtlepins) doesn't talk about the murder much. He certainly doesn't talk about the trauma of losing a work of ten years, or the blast that gave him such a fright. I'd like to remind you that he was adopted at age six, and until two months ago, had no memories (zero, none) of his life before that. In itself, that is suggestive. Still, I suppose you're right. He's obviously such a liar, as am I. Well done! You've found us out! Whatever will we do? Did you suppose that the two of us would talk the same, or even think the same? Undoubtedly brilliant conclusion, Sherlock. Why don't you both go scratch yourselves? I wish I had your keen intellect, your insight. Then I could hurt people, who were already devastated, by making such clever statements. Well done. I hope you're both proud of yourselves. Or, you might have been kind enough to ask about what you considered discrepancies. That, at least, would have been polite. You can find the definition of that word in a dictionary. This site means a lot to my husband, and I enjoy it too. Enjoyed. He cried himself to sleep. I wondered why. Now I see. Again, well done! Carry on oh great and wise sages. Show us more of your wisdom. Or, go teach yourself to suck eggs.

When he was five he witnessed a murder. After the murder he began to wet and mess his pants, and his mother screamed at him and punished him severely, which made him wet and mess more. An aunt realized what was happening and put him in diapers and he regressed completely, stopped walking, etc. It was his mind's way of dealing with that trauma. A few months ago three things happened to traumatize him. A work he poured ten years of his life into ended. That hit him hard. Then, on our ranch, some workers were blasting stumps. He didn't know about it, and he got caught in a blast. He was unharmed physically, other than being thrown to the ground, but the blast was the last thing he needed. He's been very jumpy lately, because of something going on in his brain. He has an MRI scheduled on Thursday of this week, so we'll finally get some answers. The loss of his ten year investment, the illness that makes him very jumpy, and the blast traumatized him. The day I brought him home from the hospital he sat in his chair and cried. That's when we began working with the psychologist. Since then he has been consumed with the need to be a baby. It's the way his mind deals with such trauma. Thanks for asking.

Hypnotism has worked wonders on Turtlepins. He loves going into his toddler, and especially his baby state. He loves feeling like, thinking like, and acting like a baby. I sometimes wonder if his personality might be permanently changed. His psychologist says probably not, but even she can't give me guarantees. I realize that trauma changes people. I see little changes in him now. He won't leave my side when we go out together, and is very anxious if I go into the restroom, or if I slip away from his sight in a store. He often talks like a baby in his dreams now, though he did that some before. I always thought it was because of the diapers. I rarely see him drink from anything but a baby bottle at home now, and in his home office he uses his pacifier constantly. His psychologist said this would happen, but I sometimes wonder if he is truly regressing, and in doing so, may take months longer to recover. That is a concern. Has anyone heard of a person being lost in one of these states, where they don't come back for a long time because they find it preferable to their present reality? It's just a thought.

Turtlepins is still very traumatized by what happened a few months ago, and by the dream that still haunts him. His psychologist suggested letting him wear extra diapers during the day and night. We switched to the thicker gauze diapers. He wears three to work now. They really fill out his pants, specially tailored to fit over bulky diapers. Anyone looking at him walk or stand or sit can tell he's wearing diapers. I pin his pacifier on his onesie when he has to go away, and he keeps it under his shirt. We had to order more diapers, and the washing machine is going often during the day. On an average day twenty-four diapers get hung on the line outside to dry. Three pairs of vinyl baby pants are hanging on wooden hangers on the shower rod. I don't mind. It's worth the effort and worth the cost. At least he's able to function and continue his work because he feels safer. His summer shorts have snaps in the legs, and with three diapers there is always a gap there, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's a terrific husband, and a neat man, and I love him very much. I espeically love the fact that he will rarely move more than three feet from me when we are out together. It's very touching how much he needs me right now. If I go to the bathroom he waits outside the door until I come out and I can tell that the anxiety grows in him minute by minute. More bottles, more nipples, more plastic pants, it all adds up. But it's worth every penny.

I understand. Thank you for taking the time to reply. Your site is certainly helping me through this time of change.

Now that was just too precious. Thanks. I'm changing him when I want to, even if he fusses a little. He loves getting diapered so much it really doesn't matter once the clean-up is over. Ta.

Please! Turtlepins and I agree on this. Some of those ads are lewd. Please put them somewhere else other than the head of the home page! Is that possible. Turtlepins is into innocence and being a baby. Thanks for thinking about it. Ta!

Turtlepins doesn't like to be changed right away. How long should I wait when I know he's wet or messy? The cleanup on a messy diaper is so much harder if I wait! Strangely, it doesn't seem to bother him to have a messy diaper. Just asking for some good advice. I'll probably change him when I feel he needs it regardless.

Thank you. Turtlepins is indeed really into the AB lifestyle. My friend Pen says he's unique. Perhaps he is. We gave him the full baby treatment for the past couple of days and nights. It will be interesting to see how he does going back to work. He does indeed, look, act, smell, and even sound like a baby. I don't know about pictures though. Perhaps when he's fully under the spell of being that baby he wants to be. Pen says it's getting close, and I believe I see it too. Thanks again.

My Turtlepins wears multiple cloth diapers, which you can't hide that well under your pants. For the past week he's been wearing three thick gauze diapers and the pants we made him to go over his diapers. They're designed for thick diapers on purpose and it shows. He waddles when he walks, and though some people look at him funny, I've never heard anyone make a wise crack. Lately he's taken to wearing only his diapers, vinyl baby pants, and a T-shirt in the house. He goes out to the yard to hang diapers to dry like that too. He's not a pervert, or wierd, or mentally retarded. He's just a man who has to wear diapers and happens to love wearing them, and to love wearing several of them. Yesterday I took him for a long ride as a "toddler" (hymnosis). At the airport where we dropped off Mena a woman watched as he waddled out of the back seat to hug Mena. She said "poor you" to me. I looked at her and smiled. "Poor you!" I said. "He's the best and cutest baby I've ever had the pleasure of loving." Don't be ashamed. Be bold. Wear them in public so they show! I'll be you're cute in them. Well, enough from me. Ta!

Hello Richard. I have to say that as an adult baby or diaper lover, pooping in your diaper will probably involve some inner feelings of guilt and shame. My Turtlepins used to have to stop whatever he was doing and work at it. He really couldn't use the potty because he did tend to pee when he was pooping, or before he got onto the pottie, or just as he took his diaper off. Now that he's been through the hypnosis process he messes without missing a beat. Sometimes he messes when he's sitting down or bouncing in his crib. It makes a mess to clean up, but it's worth it. Changing him is not pleasant during the clean up, but putting clean diapers on him, and watching him enjoy them, is worth all the effort. He usually cleans himself, but lately I've been changing him more and more. Yesterday he waited for me to get home before getting his messy diaper cleaned! Try to get past the guilt and shame and you'll be okay. Work and thinking about it as natural and normal. That might help.

Good idea. More people need to unlearn some things and become innocent helpless babies again.

My baby Turtlepins wears multiple cloth diapers during the day. It is impossible for him to hide that, espeically since they make him waddle in such a cute fashion. When he taught school kids were always asking him about his diapers. He dealt with it very well and never had a complaint. Well, he complained there wasn't a changing table at the school for adults who had to wear diapers.

Curious, I met you in chat recently. I think you are a darling baby. Don't cry sweetie. It will all work out. Thanks for being a friend to my baby Turtlepins!

Good for her! This is such an innocent and sweet fantasy! It's certainly much better than some. My little Turtlepins doesn't even watch TV anymore. All he wants to do is wear three or four thick diapers, his vinyl baby pants, and suck his fooler. We sit and read like that often of an evening. He'll rub my feet and put lotion on them and I'll pat his bum afterwards while he reads. It usually puts him right to sleep though. You tell your wife from me, "Well done."

How adorable you look! I use colored diaper pins, or pins with animal shapes on my baby Turtlepins. He has lots of accessories. He has yellow, blue, and milky white vinyl baby pants, Gerber baby pants, plastic pants, and I just bought him a pair of rhumba pants that look adorable on his thickly diapered bum. He loves his fooler (dummy someone called it, are you from the UK?) and he drinks from a bottle often. He also has a crib which he loves. He hates having to get out! He wants a playpen so maybe I'll get that for him at Christmas. He's so into diapers I just threw out all his day time thinner diapers, and bought him lots of new night time thickness gauze prefold diapers. My daughter-in-law and I made him some baby clothes and I bought him some onesies. He has an adorable romper suit I can't wait to try out on him. Most of the time he just likes to wear his diapers and a T-shirt and nothing else. He used to hide when friends came over, but lately he doesn't seem to mind people seeing him. Anyway, loved your picture. Ta!

Turtlepins seems to love the smell of babypowder too. I've caught him holding the container and just breathing it in. Perhaps I'll switch to that deoderant and scent. Every time he smells it he will want to be my "baby" turtlepins. Thanks for the idea.

That's just too cute for words! Ha ha! You must look very cute. I just put Turtlepins back to sleep. I had to change his subliminal CD for reinforcement. Thought I'd take a look around and saw your comment. Sleep well and dream sweet dreams. Ta!

You can stop looking, sweetie. I bought them today. You're wearing them, though you don't know it yet. Good night, precious.

A friend of mine is a psychologist. She suggests putting yourself in diapers 24/7 and never using the potty again. Eventually, she says, you will find it normal to wet anytime, even in your sleep. Good luck.