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If you've ever eaten a sugary cereal like Frosted Flakes, and drunk the milk left over at the bottom of the bowl, that's pretty close to what breast milk tastes like. You don't get all that much at once when you're suckling, though (or at least I didn't--maybe some women have faster flow than my wife did when she was nursing, I wouldn't know). So really, what breastfeeding tastes like is nipple, with cream and sugar. It's very nice!

Sugar gets absorbed into your bloodstream if you eat it, too. I've never heard that it's any more dangerous to absorb it rectally, and I can't see why it would be a problem, unless you have diabetes or something. (You might be thinking of alcohol, which is dangerous to absorb rectally because it's harder to titrate the dosage. If you drink too much, you'll usually vomit, but with an enema that's not an option, so you can get alcohol poisoning more easily.)

Just for clarity, which of the suggestions above do you consider to be in the "making things real category"? I'll be happy to try to think of more things if I know what you're looking for. But really, I can say from experience, when I'm trying to draw a picture and it comes out all scribbly and wrong because I'm using the wrong hand, it does feel real to me--it brings back the feelings of frustration I remember as a small child, when I could never color in the lines properly no matter how hard I tried. The thing about making it seem real is that the emphasis has to be on "seem", because we can't actually be physically little. So these kinds of jedi mind tricks are helpful. There are other tricks I sometimes use to make it feel real to myself: opening my eyes very wide, or talking in a babyish way, or walking with my toes pointed slightly together. But these aren't things you can do to him, they're things he has to do himself. (Though, of course, you could tell him to do them, and remind him when he forgets. A nonverbal cue might be good for that--you could touch him on the nose if you see him start to act too grown-up, for instance, with a tsk-tsk and "naughty baby", and eventually just the touch on the nose will be enough.) Oh! I can't believe I forgot this one. A few times my mommy has put a clip on my tongue to force babytalk. It's a vinyl coated wire clip made for holding bags closed in the kitchen -- like these -- and the jaws are bent outward so that it doesn't clip together tightly enough to hurt, but tightly enough to stay on the tongue. With it on, there's no way you can talk clearly--"ebbyting cometh out thounding wike dith". It may not "feel real" but it's a threat you can use--"Tsk! Talk the way Mommy wants you to, baby, or we'll get out the clip". I find babytalk very embarrassing, and the embarrassment itself pushes me into a regressive headspace. Finally, I love your idea of putting his hand in warm water while he sleeps--please do try that and let us know what happened! I've been wishing for years my mommy would try that on me so I can find out if it works on me. I've also heard you can trigger some people to wet the bed by slowly pouring water from one glass to another near their ear. (My impression is that these things probably only work on people whose nighttime bladder control is a little weak to begin with, though.) (Of course, if it doesn't work, you can still arrange for him to wake up in a puddle. Wait for him to be really deeply asleep, then use a turkey baster full of warm water... or even your own pee, if you like. Then never let him find out it was you! )

If this was her first discovery that she likes kinky sex, I would suggest you concentrate on exploring that for a while. There are some good books she could start with... off the top of my head, I'd suggest Come Hither and Different Loving by Gloria Brame, The Sexually Dominant Woman: A Workbook for Nervous Beginners by Lady Green, or The New Topping Book and The New Bottoming Book by Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy. Most of those don't go into the subject of infantilism in much detail (though the first two do mention it), but they all address figuring out who you are and what you like, and they talk about how to safely negotiate scenes, set boundaries and limits, etc. Also, if you live near a big city, see if there are any fetish/BDSM clubs or dungeons that offer classes or social events. Go and learn. As she gets more comfortable with her own likes and dislikes, and more aware of the wide range of possibilities, the fact that you like diapers won't seem particularly weird at all.

What a wonderful thread, I love several of the suggestions I've seen, especially the ones from the original poster and from Jen Harris. A few more things that I've found are helpful in getting me into a babyish headspace. Tie his shoes for him. When you take him out places, you drive, and make him ride in the back seat. Give him things to do (ideally age-appropriate things like coloring or play-doh, but really it could be anything), but forbid him to use his dominant hand. For example, have him color or draw pictures with a crayon gripped in his left fist (or his right fist if he's left-handed). Make him move his whole arm when he draws, not just his hand. The less fine-motor dexterity he has access to, the more incompetent and helpless it will make him feel. Make him call you Mommy, or Mama, or Nanny, or whatever you like, but not your name--gently correct him when he forgets. For example, if you ask him a question and he just says yes, you can say, "Yes what?" and keep repeating the question until he answers correctly. (It can be fun to do this in public, or when you're talking to him on the phone and he might be overheard.) Don't show respect for his physical autonomy. His "private parts" belong to Mommy. Whenever you want to, you can slip a finger down his waistband or feel the outside of his pants to find out if he's wet or messy. If he tries to say no, just laugh at him for being silly and do it anyway. He's a baby; his opinion doesn't count. In the same vein, don't ask him a lot of questions about what he wants or what he'd like during baby time. In particular, don't ask him whether he wants baby time; treat it as an irrevocable fact that he's getting it, like it or not. You can offer him simple choices, though: Do you want to suck your thumb or a pacifier right now? (Either way, he's sucking something--he doesn't get a choice about that.) Do you want your bear or your bunny? (Either way he's holding a stuffed animal.) Do you want me to change your diaper now and then finish your bottle, or finish your bottle first and then get a diaper change? (Either way he's doing both.) Just tell him how to feel. People can be very suggestible; it's surprising how well they respond when things are couched in terms of inevitability. "When I kiss you on the forehead, it's going to make you feel even smaller, even more babyish." As he begins to respond to these kinds of suggestions, you can gradually switch them into the present tense: "As I'm stroking your hair, you're feeling more and more relaxed, and safe, and happy to be a baby for Mommy. What a good baby." Nonverbal cues can be good. My mommy will sometimes clap her hands when it's diaper time, for instance, and I just scoot into position and wait. Or you could click your tongue at him when you want him to open up for his pacifier or suck at your breast. I've never experienced this one, but I had a passing thought... Do you by any chance speak a language that he doesn't? Parents talk to their babies all the time, and the babies can't understand anything except for the loving tone of voice. I wonder if experiencing that again might be a regression trigger.

Actually it's in 2013 that flex spending accounts begin to be affected by the new law, and they don't go away; they're just capped at $2500 per year. The limit will increase each year to allow for inflation. AFAIK, most private insurers in the US are like yours (and mine), and don't cover diapers unless they're part of a hospital bill. The Veterans' Administration and Medicaid will cover them, but only certain brands.

Yes and yes.

I've had an unintentional wetting accident, but not from fear. Adrenalin does make me feel as if I need to pee, but it also makes me clamp down harder so I can't very easily. Perhaps I've never been scared enough yet, though.

The only one I know about is Lifestyles Emporium, http://www.lifestylesemporium.com -- but it's not open daily like it used to be; you have to call and make an appointment. Enjoy your trip.

You'd think as an AB I'd be attuned to seeing other people in diapers, but I usually can't even tell for sure when I'm hanging out with other AB's. The one time I did notice someone, I was at a bar, and there was a young woman there who had paralyzed hands. No idea why--a neurological condition I guess--the rest of her was fine, she was quite a good dancer in fact, but her hands were totally immobile. She had a fella with her (boyfriend or husband I suppose) who held drinks for her and such. It crossed my mind to wonder how she managed to use the ladies room, since he wouldn't be able to come in and help her with her clothing... and that's when I noticed the outline under her pants. It was really puffy and obvious once it occurred to me to look for it, but I didn't notice a thing until then.

Most likely no one will ask you about it or even quietly wonder about it. You've got a pastel-colored room full of toys, and don't have kids living with you? Okay, you're either planning to have kids in the future, or you have kids who live with an ex and are going to be visiting, or something similar. Yeah, you can make up a story to hold in your head if it makes you feel more comfortable, but you won't need to tell it to anyone else. (I'm assuming that when you said "toys" you meant regular children's toys, not sex toys or adult diapers or supersized furniture or anything else that's obviously not intended for a child. If you have that sort of thing, you might want to put it in the closet or something before the workers arrive.)

Colored stripe goes in the back, on every brand of adult pullup I've ever tried (and I'm pretty sure I've tried that one).

Try Amazon, they have a few different varieties. Unfortunately they're not carrying the Priva pants anymore themselves, but you can get them through affiliate stores. It's a pity, though; Amazon used to have an excellent deal on them--$7.50 for a three-pack, and if you buy $25 worth of merchandise they have free shipping. Privas aren't the longest-lasting plastic pants in the world, they have a tendency to tear at the sides after a while, but for that price it's a good deal anyway. Miles Kimball has a line of plastic pants now that are even cheaper, less than $5 for a three-pack, but they don't have the free shipping option. I'm not sure if they're Priva or some other brand; I haven't tried them yet.

Mommy and I have a standing agreement that when she phrases an order in a particular way, I will obey it, to the best of my ability, at once. It makes me happy to know that she can have that level of control over me when she wants it. But she almost never uses it.

I've always preferred buying things in person to buying online, and that includes diapers. I've probably bought diapers a hundred times by now. Reactions from cashiers are almost always exactly as described by the original poster: they don't notice, they don't care, they've forgotten you by the time you reach the door. I've only had two problems ever. Once, I got a brief disgusted glare from a gum-snapping sixteen-year-old valley-girl type who was working the cash register and obviously resented the whole concept of employment. I found her 'tude kind of annoying, but it was really not a big deal. The other time, a friendly and chatty and somewhat clueless clerk asked me, sympathetically but very loudly (and right in front of several other customers), whether I'd like her to put my diapers in a bag so I wouldn't be embarrassed about carrying them outside the store. That was fairly embarrassing at the time, but blushing doesn't leave a scar. The vast majority, though, were totally unmemorable. I might as well have been buying broccoli. So I'll back up the OP on this: have no fear.

I have a copy, and it really is just an awful movie--probably no worse than a lot of other low-budget exploitation/horror films of the time, but just about unwatchable by my standards. But I'll never forget how thrilled I was when it came on the late movie one night when I was about 11 or 12. The opening sequence alone, in which the mother is leafing through a photo album looking at snapshots of a child who grows older and older but never gets out of diapers and baby clothes (including a few shots in which he was the same age I was at the time, and looked rather like me) made the whole thing completely worthwhile from my point of view. It's really obvious the screenwriter had AB fantasies. (I wonder if he reads dailydiapers.)

My alma mater! (And same for at least one other regular DD poster I know.) Congratulations.

If the story you've told is accurate and complete (and obviously we haven't heard her side of it), I have to say, if I were in your shoes I'd think about leaving. Wanting to visit websites and meet people who have the same interest as you do is perfectly natural and reasonable. Threatening to divorce you over it--with, I presume, a concomitant threat to tell everyone about your fetish--isn't. It's emotional blackmail, with shades of actual blackmail. You don't have to tolerate that. But her side of the story may be different from yours. I'd suggest that you look up the kink-aware professionals database at ncsfreedom.org, find a therapist in your area, and take her to couples counseling. Maybe you'll both understand each other better, and be able to reach a satisfactory agreement.

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I've started to make that mistake a few times, but always caught myself before my pants got wet. And then I'm always a little bit sorry I caught myself.

They used to be $75 for a case of 72, an excellent bargain for a good-quality diaper (and I had heard from a few people that the quality was indeed quite good). Now it's $125 for the large size, a 66% price hike, and it now costs even more per diaper than Bambino--and if you buy by the package instead of the case, much more. Too bad, but no chance I'm paying that much.

I would say yes, messing makes me feel very little. Especially when I'm doing it because mommy told me to--that's incredibly intense for me.

Not exactly, but... I work for a very small company. Last year I went to an AB/DL munch, and one of the other people there noticed that I was wearing a shirt with the company logo on it. He asked me about it, and when I told him where I work and what I do for a living, he just stood there for a minute gaping and saying "wow!" over and over again, and then he told me his name, and I recognized it. He used to work for the same company, doing the exact same job I do now, but he'd left before I was hired.

DirtyRocker, I don't know what kind of events you were attending, but what you're looking for is a munch. People at munches don't wear overt fetish gear and they don't scene, they just hang out and talk and eat together. I go to an ABDL munch in the SF bay area every month and it's great. I don't know if there any similar things in your neck of the woods (but if not, you could always start one...).

Being upfront and telling someone early in the relationship that you have quirky sexual interests is hardly the same thing as starting a nonconsensual ageplay scene in public with no discussion or negotiation and without even asking the woman whether she's remotely interested. That's no more acceptable than it would be to meet a woman and immediately try to grope her breasts.