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For me it was about feeling small again. As an adult I'm usually depressed, but when I was a child those were happier times. I won't say that I've quit wearing, since I still do from time to time, but I try to set limits and rationalize whenever I'm feeling an urge to wear a diaper, but don't feel comfortable doing so. I associate the word "diaper" with my childhood, which can trigger an urge to wear when I see or hear mention of the word, but diapers are made of cotton and plastic (which are "big" words that didn't have particular meaning to me at that point in time), have to be changed regularly to preserve skin integrity, and are a poor alternative to getting up and using the toilet. Urine and feces smell really bad and if handled improperly, can make you sick, so that's what I do. It's still a struggle, but it works when I need it to.

I shave...I generally don't care for the feel or the look of facial hair, so I've never made a solid attempt to grow one out.

I'm glad you enjoyed the story, @Luvs24 I would get a little bored with the story covering daily life post-regression. There just wouldn't be any conflict unless I create more characters, which would probably more or less follow the same plot, so that's why I will stop there. On the other hand, maybe the potion was just temporary and the friends return home, agreeing to never speak of their misadventure again.I'm something of a plot guy, so repeatedly writing out scenes of feeding and playing just isn't my style.

I don't really have anywhere to go after that ending. All three friends got regressed and the witch covered her tracks. I may write more stories in the future, but this one's finished.

“Hey, don’t drop the beer!” a young man called back to his friend. The tent he was setting up almost complete. “Adam, just shut up and help me unload the car.” Mark set the ice chest next to the tent. “Why isn’t your girlfriend helping with any of this?” “I drove, Mark,” a female’s voice chimed in from the car. “We’re all doing our part, so just unload the damn car.” Adam snickered, “Whoa, Mark, you really pissed off Julie.” Upon completion of the tent, he got to work setting up another one. “I’m not pissed off, just explaining how tasks are getting divided up,” Julie explained, getting out of the car. She walked over to the cooler and grabbed a beer. “I drove for a few hours, you’re setting up the tents, and Mark unpacks the car.” the tab popped and Julie took a sip, “Sounds fair to me, I mean if anything, I’ve been ‘working’ the longest.” “Fine, whatever,” Mark grunted, “car’s unloaded anyway.” he grabbed a beer from the ice box, both he and Julie watched as Adam finished setting up the tent. Mark tossed a beer to him after the work was done. “Thanks” Adam popped the tab, “feels great to leave the campus.” “You said it,” Mark took a long sip. “It’s starting to get dark, so I’m going to start the fire.” The friends had a lot to drink that night and the rest of the night was a blurry haze for Adam. *** The next thing Adam knew, he was face down in dirt. “Whew, what a wild night,” he remarked, expecting a response. When nobody answered, he looked around. All he could see was trees. “Alright, guys, it was funny, but joke’s over.” his voice echoed through the trees. “Well, shit.” Adam picked a direction and started walking, he found a path as he continued. After about an hour of walking he came upon a thick mist. After traversing through the mist, he found himself back on a part of the path which he’d already been to, but noticed a cottage which he had missed the previous time. “Maybe someone lives here and can give directions,” he mumbled to himself as he knocked on the door. The door was promptly answered. A red haired, green eyed woman answered the door. “Can I help you?” she asked. “Hi, sorry to bother you, but I’m a little lost,” Adam replied. “I was camping by the edge of the woods with some friends.” “I think I know the area, people camp there sometimes, but not very often. I can see that it’s a little foggy out, so why don’t you come in and wait out the fog?” “I’d really rather just get back to my friends-” his hand was grabbed and he was pulled inside, door shut behind him. “You don’t understand, I get lost out there when the mist is out, what’s more is there’s a river and if you walk into that it’s been nice knowing you.” she pulled up a chair and had Adam sit down. “My name’s Rebecca, by the way.” “Look Rebecca, you’re nice, but I have a girlfriend and I don’t think I’m dumb enough to fall into a river, so all I need are directions, a map, or something and then I’ll be on my way.” Rebecca looked disappointed, but retrieved a pen and paper anyway. Adam looked it over and memorized it. “I understand that you need to get back to your friends, but would you like something to drink before you head out?” Adam rubbed his temples, this girl just wasn’t getting the hint. He was in a hurry to get back to his friends. “Fine,” he replied, wanting to shut her up. “but I really do have to get going.” Rebecca brought a couple of glasses out from the cabinet and poured some wine. Adam snatched his and gulped it down. He began to feel a little light headed after doing so. “Before you go, what’s your name?” Rebecca asked. Adam began to feel dizzy. “It’s...Adam” he replied. He’d probably have trouble walking there now. What was in that wine. “I’m starting to feel tired.” “Well come right this way.” Rebecca grabbed his hand again. “You can sleep here for the night.” she helped Adam get into the bed “thanks for the company, it gets really lonely up here.” “I’m leaving as soon as I’m sober.” Adam replied, “I drank too much last night and I think it’s starting to kick in again.” “You don’t want to stay with me at all?” she sounded offended. “I just met you and you seem really needy.” Adam groaned, “I’m not trying to be rude, I just have other obligations...oh god, what was in that wine?” “It was just wine, no need to be rude.” Adam felt the room start to spin and then blacked out. *** When Adam came to he found that the room looked bigger. His underwear felt very tight, but otherwise he didn’t have any clothes on. He tried to pick himself up off the bed, but his arms just wouldn’t function as he wanted them to, instead they just waived in the air. He’d have to ask that lady what she did to him. He felt alert, but this new sensation could probably characteristic of some other drug. “Rah rah” he was shocked that he couldn’t form words anymore. “Well, good morning sunshine.” Adam felt anger at the sound of Rebecca’s voice. “I’m sure you have many questions, but fortunately for me, you can’t ask them anymore.” “Bah bah” Adam wanted to ell her to back off, but realized he couldn’t. “Oh, you just make the cutest little sounds!” Rebecca belittled him. “As for the ‘wine’ that was actually a baby transformation potion, so now you can’t leave and I guess you’re the needy one now.” Rebecca chuckled. Adam started to cry. “Oh, don’t cry sweety. Soon your memories and cognitive functions will fade and you won’t care anymore, why within a week you’ll probably be completely used to this.” Adam sobbed harder. “Well, I guess I can grant you that this will take some getting used to, but right now it looks like someone left mommy a present, so let’s get you cleaned up.” She picked Adam up from the bed and carried him into another room. Adam noticed that this room was a nursery. Rebecca laid Adam on the changing table and got to work changing his diaper. Adam stopped sobbing as Rebecca taped the diaper. He hadn’t noticed that he’d soiled himself at all. Seemingly from out of nowhere, Rebecca blew a raspberry on his stomach which caused him to giggle. “There’s my baby. Here, I got you this bear onesie.” Rebecca put Adam’s legs, arms, and then torso in before zipping it up. “There, now you look like a cute little bear.” Adam started to get annoyed. Even though he was just a baby now and couldn’t respond, Rebecca was as talkative as ever. She picked Adam up and took him back to the kitchen. “I’m gonna set you down so you can play for a little while while mommy gets your breakfast ready.” After Adam was set down, he noticed that the door had been left open. Trying not to make too much noise, he crawled out of the cottage. Adam got back on the path. He still remembered the directions from the map Rebecca had drawn up. With difficulty and lots of time, Adam found his way back to camp. He could see Mark and Julie playing on their phones by the firepit. “Ma” he called. Julie looked up from her phone, “Mark, look. There’s a baby.” she got up and approached Adam. “Don’t tell me we’re watching it.” Mark groaned. “It’s parents are probably around somewhere.” “I haven’t noticed anyone else out here,” Julie replied. She picked Adam up and held him against her chest. “Hello,” she called out. “If anyone’s out there, we found your baby.” Adam didn’t like that he was being called a baby or that it was his own girlfriend who was calling him one. As anger built up he couldn’t help but let it out. Tears started streaming down his cheeks. “What’s wrong with it now?” Mark groaned. “He’s either hungry or needs to be changed, maybe both.” Julie replied. “Wish I’d come prepared for this. My sister has kids and I usually have a diaper or two in my car.” “Thank god you cleaned it out before the trip.” Mark snapped. “What do you have against kids?” Mark took a deep breathe. “Nothing, guess I’m just stressed that Adam hasn’t come back yet.” Julie rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not like we haven’t looked for him.” She lifted Adam above her head and sniffed him, “Yeah, think he needs to be changed. Let’s just find this kid’s parents and we’ll probably run into Adam while we’re in the woods anyway. “Oh, all right.” Mark sighed, clearly annoyed at the situation. “Though I really think I should wait here in case Adam does show up.” Adam started to sob. He wanted to tell them that he was right there, but he just couldn’t speak anymore. “Let’s hurry” Julie said, “the longer he goes without getting changed, the worse his skin will get.” Mark got up from the lawn chair and they entered the woods. After following the path for some time, Mark and Julie found a cottage. “Look, there’s a house” Mark said, “Maybe they live here.” Julie and Mark walked to the door and Mark knocked on it. Almost immediately the door was answered by a tear-stricken Rebecca whose face lit up after seeing Adam in Julie’s arms. Rebecca grabbed Adam from Julie’s arms. Adam would have resisted, but was just tired at this point. None of his efforts did anything and everyone thought that he was just a little baby. “Don’t ever scare mommy like that again, Adam.” “He found his way to our camp, about five miles away.” Mark stated. Rebecca looked at Mark, “Well thank you for bringing him back to me. I was looking everywhere for him.” “Oh, Adam’s your name. I have a friend named Adam.” Julie said to the baby. Adam giggled a little, mostly out of the ironic fact that he was said friend. “Adam’s a good name,” Rebecca agreed. “Do you guys want to come in and rest for a while?” “Sorry,” Mark said, “we’re out looking for our lost friend.” “His name is Adam,” Julie chimed in. “Well, I’m sure he’ll turn up soon, but if you guys don’t mind I would like to thank you for returning my child to me.” “Sorry, but we do have to get going-” Julie started. “Sure.” Mark cut her off, earning him a dark look from Julie. The group entered the cottage and Rebecca placed Adam in a high chair. “Whew, smells like someone needs to be changed.” She picked Adam up again. “Sorry, but this little guy needs some attention. Just take a seat at the table and make yourselves comfortable.” “We should be out looking for Adam right now,” Julie hissed. “Look, you just walked five miles carrying a baby, and I’m tired, I’d imagine you’re even more tired,” Mark replied, “besides, he’s been missing for a while now, so we should probably quit looking ourselves and get park rangers involved.” Julie looked down at her feet. She didn’t want to agree with Mark, but did see the logic in his suggestion. “I just don’t know how he could’ve gotten himself lost out here.” Rebecca returned carrying Adam to the high chair, the diapered baby tried to resist, but failed. “Sorry to keep you guys waiting, you said something about a missing friend?” She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a couple beers along with a jar of baby food. “Yeah, we’re about to go to the park rangers for help. We’ve looked for him and he’s been gone for close to a day now, so maybe some more eyes would be helpful.” Mark and Julie accepted the beers from Rebecca who grabbed a spoon from a drawer and began spoon feeding Adam. Mark and Julie stared as Adam tried to remove the bib Rebecca placed on him, he also refused the first bite. Rebecca started making “choo choo train” noises which irked Adam into trying to tell Rebecca to stop. As soon as Adam opened his mouth he felt the spoon against his tongue. Rebecca tilted the spoon upward so Adam couldn’t spit it out. Adam swallowed. He was out of air and couldn’t fight the food away. As soon as he swallowed he felt his mind start to dull. He looked over at Mark and Julie, but couldn’t remember their names. He knew they looked familiar, so he laughed. “There we go.” Adam quit refusing his food. “You guys should eat something before you head out again. Once I get him fed I can make you some sandwiches or something.” As the jar emptied the last of Adam’s self awareness faded. Adam didn’t struggle as Rebecca picked him up and put him in the nursery crib. “Sorry to keep you, I know you must be worried for your friend, but I do have some wine I’d like you to try before you go.” Mark nodded eagerly, while Julie just stared off into space. Julie grabbed a few glasses and a wine bottle from the cupboard and began pouring, then she placed a cup in front of both Mark and Julie. Mark chugged his cup right away and Julie just stared at hers. “Think I’ve had enough booze for one day.” Julie sighed. “I’m starting to feel kinda drowsy,” Mark announced. He was ignored as Rebecca and Julie stared at each other. “Please just try the wine and tell me what you think. It’s my special recipe.” “Yeah, what’s in it?” Julie eyed Rebecca skeptically. “Just wine. Alcoholic grape juice if you will.” Julie rolled her eyes. They needed to get going before it got dark. She downed the wine to be polite then said, “Come on Mark, we have to go.” “Julie, I’m really dizzy,” Mark replied. I don’t know what was in that wine, but I’m really dizzy. Rebecca grabbed Julie’s wrist as she attempted to put her fingers in her mouth to make herself vomit. “Now, now. I can’t have you bringing park rangers here.” Julie was starting to feel dizzy. “What did you do?” “Your friend you’ve been looking for is actually sleeping soundly in his crib right now.” Rebecca replied. “I don’t want to get under anyone’s radar, so I’m afraid I can’t let you two leave.” Julie propped herself up using the table for support. She watched as Mark was gently guided to the floor. He looked smaller than he had a few moments ago. “What’s happening to me?” Mark breathed. “You’re just getting younger, that’s all, my cute little Marky.” Rebecca replied. “Soon you’ll be a little baby, then I’ll feed you dinner and put you to bed for the night.” “Why are you doing this?” Julie asked as she was being guided to the floor. “Why did you do this to Adam?” she couldn’t believe that she had unknowingly assisted in her boyfriend’s and her own abduction. “I got bored...and lonely. Don’t worry though. I don’t think I’ll get tired of you, but if I do, I’ll find a nice orphanage to dump you all. Your friend was kind of rude to me though, so he had this coming.” “Why not just change us back after you’ve had your fun?” Julie was dumbstruck at the pile of clothes that occupied the spot where Mark had been. She just stared as her friend was fished out of the pile and diapered. Mark looked very drowsy and wasn’t combative as a bib was put on him. Rebecca whistled. “That transformation was fast. Anyway I’ve always wanted a family, but guys are assholes and ditch me. They tell me I’m too ‘needy’. So after last time I decided to just make the guy family, like any rational witch would do.” The witch put mark in the high chair and started feeding him baby food. It was getting harder for Julie to focus, but she watched as the witch fed Mark whatever that stuff was. Mark now seemed oblivious to their plight, which told Julie that Mark was gone, a drooling infant took his place. While Rebecca took Mark to the nursery, the transformation was quick. Julie was suddenly engulfed by her clothes. She tried to speak, but all that came out was giberish. “Well, Julie, looks like you’ll be reunited with your friend after all,” Julie felt Rebecca’s hands fish her out of her clothing. She noticed the diaper at Rebecca’s side. Julie was very combative as she was diapered, when the bib was put on her, she kept throwing it off. “Well, guess I can just clean you up after dinner, but I’d prefer it if you just cooperated.” Julie did not accept any food. “You sure you don’t want to eat, little one? You don’t have any food in you.” Julie held her ground, relenting with a sigh, Rebecca picked Julie up and took her into the nursery, where she saw her infantilized friends sleeping peacefully in a crib. “Well, there’s your friends. You can stay with them for the night if you behave.” Julie was placed in the crib with Adam and Mark while Rebecca stood there watching them. Anger at their predicament welled up inside Julie and she started to cry. “No, no, no, no. Can’t have you waking up your brothers.” Rebecca scolded as she retrieved Julie from the crib. “Tell you what, kiddo. You get to sleep with mommy tonight.” Julie was carried to the room where Adam had slept the night before. Rebecca held Julie in her lap as she turned on the television. Julie’s awareness dulled as cartoons flashed before her eyes.

If you're looking for something casual and nonsexual you could consider a hobby and just visit online forums dedicated to that hobby (as my username implies, I like horror and I do visit reddit threads a lot for my hobby, and let's face it; at the end of the day we're all just a bunch of random strangers at a computer). Maybe you like cards, computers, cars, or gaming. Branch out a little.

Just speaking as someone who has been to therapists and knows ins and outs of counseling. The counselor/therapist won't know anything about you that you don't tell them, which means you'll already have some sort of insight into your issues (for easy fixes they'll direct you to the internet where you can get access to resources that you otherwise already have access to), for depression they will recommend anti-depressants if they feel that there is no easy fix for their client, the last therapist that I saw informed me that anti-depressants aren't a permanent solution; rather a means to an end until the factor which is depressing is removed. If you just need someone to listen and a shoulder to cry on, there are less expensive outlets, unless you're a student and have access to free counseling services, it's more efficient and economical to ask your own questions. My advice is simply advice, which may be taken or left as desired. On the other hand, if you are set on seeing someone, there are sites like yelp which review businesses for the services that they provide. You can look up reviews on the professional which you are planning to see. First you would look up what counseling services are available near you (either by phonebook or google, take your pick). You can then look up reviews on your selected counselor and decide whether or not they are someone you wish to see. If you have insurance, the cost may be reduced, but ultimately you're looking at up to $120 per session, and better counselors tend to charge more. Do as you wish, and best of luck.

You're throwing away money by having someone else ask you questions that you can answer yourself. If you really feel like you need the middleman, then go for it, but first see if you can identify your own issues and solutions to them. The only reason you should really need to see a therapist is to see if you need meds like anti-depressants, in which case you'll be redirected to a doctor who can prescribe them for you (which will also cost money for the visit then more money to purchase the meds).

Honestly, the more I research AB/DL and see others in news stories, the more I conclude that "little space" is just a bogus term sugar-coating the fact we're addicted to wearing diapers and crave the lunatic sensation of feeling like children. I get being open-minded, but the AB-DL mindset keeps itself closed and sheltered from outside opinion.

Think of it less as a need and more of a dilusional state of mind where instead of processing reality I'm letting my mind warp, go haywire, and lose control. For me, wearing diapers is an addiction, and if I can't own that fact then the addiction wins out. You can argue that it's just underwear and it's not a big deal, but the unhealthy obsession is what separates wearing a diaper as underwear apart from wearing diapers because I am addicted to it.

Discovering it? Absolute nightmare. As a teenager I kept resisting the calls since I was very religious at the time. Accepting it? Perhaps. I am honest with myself every step of the way though.

We only saw each other one more time after that. There really wasn't an opportunity for me to be outed. Aside from that I lost contact with that crowd.

I was about eighteen when I told one of my friends. We went to church together and were kind of outcasts since we just weren't into it. Anyway, for unrelated personal reasons I had to move shortly thereafter, but this friend just quit seeing me as he had before, so I never told anyone else. I don't know whether he kept it secret or not, but I guess that's one of the moments I had where I decided that there's other aspects to me than just being an AB.

Just call it like it is. You have an addiction. Like all addictions, this can take over your life to where being functional starts becoming an issue. Set rules, don't let it get out of hand (I almost never wear when I leave home). Consider the pros and cons of this addiction. Some cons I can tell you are that it is bad for your skin, will become more expensive as you put more money into staying diapered fulltime, and you'll have to spend more money on products to keep your skin from breaking down. The only pro I can really think of is that you don't have to wait to use the toilet. Decide for yourself, but think long and hard about whether this is something you can afford to do.

It's called porn for a reason. Just look for something vanilla and see what your partner's ok with.

Every now and then I stop wearing. Gives my skin time to recover.

Yes, some patients feel comfortable calling them diapers, and that is what that particular person calls it. The patient can call it whatever they want, but healthcare professionals have to follow the standard. While we're at it, let's also admit to ourselves that diaper-wearers are disease-carrying/spreading machines since every idiot knows (or god help us, can ask google) that feces and urine are chalk full of acid, bacteria, viruses, and what have you.

I'm just trying to explain the industry standard and the thought process behind it. It's not like I'm actually a licensed professional or anything. Try taking a CNA course. I'm sure "Just tell it like it is" will fly far.

Babies, by nature, have no dignity. They are taught and develop a sense of dignity as they develop, but they don't get upset or offended when their underwear is referred to as a diaper. Adults, on the other hand, usually associate diapers with babies. If they need to wear a diaper it is embarrassing due to the stigma around wearing their bodily waste around their nether regions. Thus the healthcare industry came up with a standard dictating that its professionals call diapers that adults wear briefs so that patients don't have to suffer as much from the stigma. If a patient is confused as to what a brief is, the caregiver can clear it up for them, but in general the term brief is favored to avoid making the patient feel belittled. Sure it doesn't change what it is, but it's just another psychological trick, kind of like a retail employee being courteous and professional even though their customer might be yelling at them out of anger.

I kind of like hypnomommy. She's got some free content on youtube, more content on her website, and she's also got a patreon, which she'll give you one recording a month for the six dollar tier or two recordings a month for the ten dollar tier. There's also Ultrahypnosis which you can find on youtube, where you can get a couple of AB recordings.

CNA's don't sit at a computer playing cards while they wait for someone to need something. Each assignment can take upwards 20 minutes, especially when people aren't up front about what they need, when tasks pile up since a team member isn't pulling their weight, or when someone gets back to their room during dinner time after a day in town and is soaked in shit. I'm not saying negligence is justifiable, but it happens for a reason.

It's a dignity thing. Even at nursing homes there is the hope that patients will regain the ability to use the toilet, but that depends on how well staffed and organized the facility is so that caregivers can help patients make it to the bathroom on time.

There's merit in considering ethics of what is and isn't acceptable behavior within this community. I can certainly get behind that.

If you know it's a scam then don't answer. If they can't have your credentials, they at least know that the number belongs to someone so they can try other scams and do surveillance on who the number belongs to and any other information they can get (like record your voice to use in a different scam). Personally, I don't answer my phone unless I'm expecting a call.

Keep your skin clean. Waste contains the diseases and bacteria that your body filtered out, so don't expose yourself to it for too long.