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It is such a difficult question to answer. I would say that there is a deep, very deep-seated emotional need to be in diapers and mess my pants. My mom first tired to potty-train me at the age of 13 months. She then tried again at the age of 2. And then finally a few months later, she put me back in diapers and rubber pants and kept me in diapers until the age of 5. All because I kept messing my pants. I was around 10 or 11 when I first diapered myself in secret and messed my pants far past my potty-training. I would describe the need to mess my diapers as a "hunger" or a "primal urge" which never goes away. The emotional release that comes from messing my diapers is beyond belief. Is it a "scat fetish?" No, but the need to reenact my years of infancy and poopy diaper bliss is always there.

I have thought that from time to time.? But for an "AB" song, I would propose "Bless the child" by Nightwish. "Gone back in time to bless the child."

"The Funeral March" by Sirenia Life is a tragic masqueradeA bitter serenade, a feeble paradeLife is the funeral of dreamsThere is no way to redeemAll we lost in this sceneLife is just a funeral marchGrievance and despair at large

Yes, I like to keep the mess in the back. I just feel more babyish with the poop spreading across my bottom. ?

I attended an antique tractor show in St. Charles, Minnesota yesterday, and I wrote a blog about it complete with lots of good pictures. Here is the link: https://duluthdiapers.blog/2019/08/25/the-2019-tractor-show/

Yes, but it wasn't for bed-wetting: it was for pooping my pants. My mom had warned me that if I kept "pooping my pants like a baby" then she was going to put me back in diapers and rubber pants "just like a baby." But of course, "warnings" mean very little to a toddler or later a little boy who wasn't ready to give up his diapers. So I found myself back in diapers and rubber pants and my mom kept me in diapers and rubber pants until I was 5 years old. ?

Its better now that I have no contact with her. I wrote a blog post yesterday about my mom. Here is it: https://duluthdiapers.blog/2019/08/11/is-my-mom-a-psychopath/

No, I was born to a mother who despised me from the start and told me so through both words and actions. I watched her almost beat my younger brother to death one day, which brought back memories of when I was around 2 and she was cleaning the blood off of my face after she had nearly killed me. In retrospect, I believe that is why I have a fantasy of being a baby again in the care of a loving Mommy: It's something I never had. Finally, in 2001, I got the courage to break off all contact with her and be done with my dysfunctional family life. I haven't seen or spoken to my mother in almost 20 years. My real father left us when I was a baby. He drank himself to death at the age of 37. My step-father was just as abusive as my mom. He did 8 years in prison for bank robbery, and died of a stroke a few years later after he got out of prison. Good riddance. I hope he burns in Hell. ?

OMG. That is amazing! Yeah, that's what I want. ?

Yes, they are useful.... and at the age of 60, they are becoming more and more useful. ? There are not a lot of "great things" about aging, excepting for maybe senior discounts and over 55 housing communities with no loud children. However, the wearing of diapers and our love of being in diapers, takes on a whole new element as you age. No one even blinks when they see a grey-haired man with the telltale outline of a thick diaper under his pants. And the best part is that as you age, you have more and more friends your age in diapers, and everyone understands what a blessing diapers are. ? https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/

My own Grandma, my "real" Grandma died at the age of 90 in 2015. (I am 60 years old.) So one of the things that I have always longed to do was to talk to my Grandma and tell her of my love of diapers and how I want to be a baby again with her changing my poopy pants like she did when I was little. Sadly, I will never get that chance again. However, I recently found a "Phone Grandma" who I can call (for a small fee) and talk to her about my poopy diapers and regression fantasies. I LOVE GRANDMA FRANKIE. You can talk to her about anything, including pooping your pants and she is very understanding of our ABDL lifestyle. In fact, she told me that she has been diapering ABDLs (over the phone) for many years now. Honestly, she is the Grandma of my dreams. (A "young" Grandma too, at the age of 53) A actually wrote a blog post on my blog that goes into more detail. If you love Grandmas who love to change poopy diapers, check out my blog post about her.? https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/2019/04/03/a-call-with-grandma-frankie/

This may be a rumor or an April fool's joke, but the mentality behind it does exist in many people. Sadly. 4 years ago, my landlord came into my (her) apt. when I was at work and took pictures of my adult diapers, rubber pants, stuffed toys. Actually, she took pics of my whole bedroom because I had decorated it like a baby's nursery. She then emailed these pics, in a mass email to my company's office staff, including my boss, the bookkeeper, our event manager, etc. and told them that I was a "pedophile" and the stuffed animals, cloth diapers and rubber pants "proved it." No, I wasn't fired, but I left my job 2 weeks later because everyone treated me differently and things were not the same. The moral of this story? There are many, many people out there who think we are, "sick, perverse, mentally ill, pedophiles, sickos, perverts, etc." It would not shock me if some states (especially those states in the deep South) were to make a "registry" of ABDLs. No, wearing diapers for pleasure is not illegal...... yet. ? https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/

Welcome Mary Beth. It's so nice to see another "seasoned" baby on the site. I'm always looking to connect with those senior ABDLs over 55 who remember the cloth diaper era of the 1950s and ?1960s. https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/

I have been "all over the map" on this topic and on the topic of faith in general. I have been (and on most days) I still am a believer. However, I have been at one time a "Born-Again Christian", a Mormon, an agnostic, and an atheist. Yet one book (not the Bible) got me to see that I was asking the wrong questions about faith. I highly recommend that you read "The Life of Pi." No other "secular" book will strengthen your faith and lead you to ask the "right questions." From the book, The Life of Pi. Investigators: "Which story is true?" Pi: "Which one did you like better?" Investigators: "Well, I suppose the one with animals." Pi: "So it is with God." https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/

My mom used to have a home daycare for infants and toddlers when I was growing up and she always used the most babyish, innocent, "G-rated words for the bodily functions of babies in diapers. ? For passing gas = "Tooting" or "Toots." For pee = "Soaking" or "wet." For poop = "Filling the pants" or "Messing the pants." I love my mom! ? https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/