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My pleasure man, it helps me too, looking at myself through these forums. Good Luck!

I don't think we can provide the justification you are looking for, i think this is something you need to figure out by yourself. All I'm preaching mate is self acceptance. You know you haven't done anything illegal, and looking at AB/DL pornography is not illegal. You don't want to fuck kids, I'm hoping none of us here do. I don't think a paedo would be happy with AB/DL porn, either. As the focus is completely different. The almost complete lack of sex wouldn't appeal for someone into sexual dominance. Remember, we are adult babies. We want our childhood back, not to steal it from someone else, as you rightly put. I'm not sure if tris has gotten his point across as succinctly as he'd hoped. It is a little disturbing. I know the law isn't the only thing preventing me from having sex with children. The lack of secondary sexual characteristics, for one, is pretty off putting.

I think pointing out the differences between paedophilia and infantilism using the comparison that bitter gray does on his understanding infantilsm site might help. Basically, he compares paedophilia and infantilism using the analogy of a rapist and crossdresser, both involve womens clothing, but a crossdresser isn't hurting anyone, and enjoys feeling all feminine by wearing dresses and skirts, where a rapist enjoys the position of power over a woman, using her as a purely sexual object. A crossdresser and a rapist are as far apart as you and a paedophile are. You have no sexual feelings towards children, but the idea of acting like a baby and dressing up in a diaper appeal to you as you want to recapture this feeling of innocence. I know when I look at pictures of adults dressed as babies, I'm enjoying seeing women dressed up and being treated in ways I would enjoy. And the idea of sexy ladies dressed in diapers is quite a turn on. I wouldn't worry about what your wife spotting you looking too long at a child at the mall, that's all in your head. You know what you are, and what you are not. If your feeling down about all this http://understanding.infantilism.org/ has lots of stuff and ideas to help you come to terms with it. If you're reading this bittergray, thanks so much for this wonderful resource!

Yeah, of course! Being a sissy is about being as cute as possible, not what's inside your diaper.

I quite like the idea of anonymously sticking them around town and seeing them about, but I wouldn't put the website address on it. We don't want dailydi charged with vandalism

As much as a story coding system would be a good idea amongst ourselves, it still doesn't solve the problem of someone who is actively looking for something with which to confirm their prejudices that AB/DL = Paedophile. AB/DL stories are such an incredibly grey area, it may be impossible to ever say with certainty what constitutes legal and illegal. The fact that a story about a teenager who is made to wear goodnights can be read as either a commonplace anecdote or raunchy fiction shows that our fetish or lifestyle or whatever you want to call it, has it's foundations in this grey area. In fact, aren't all fetishes based on this aspect, finding something sexual that not everyone does? We just need to try and make sure that this something else is as innocent as possible. The case of the British guy who was tried for writing a Girls aloud fan-fic shows that this is something the law is willing to use against us. The fact that a judge threw the case out of court is reassuring, and shows that the law isn't completely willing to go breaking down peoples bedroom doors. Luckily for us. This legislation is written in awfully vague terms, and I think is intended to show concerned mothers that the government is doing something about the "horrors of the internet". One important thing to remember is that the story was found, not as a result of a police investigation, but of a newspaper, The tabloid Daily Star The fact remains that we are an easy target if someone really wanted to come after us. I don't know what to suggest. I can only hope that we can keep our heads down and our noses as clean as possible, until society is liberal enough to deal with this fully.

Funny enough

Shaving cream? Awesome? I might have to try this, it sounds ideal. The worst part about messy diapers for me is the clean up, and as shaving foam is basically fizzy soap, there's nothing at all to worry about. I've used a banana in the past, which I though was more fun than 'filling it" for real. For some reason mushed up banana was much closer to how I imagined a full diaper than an actual full diaper.

One thing you have to remember is that everyone in that studio was acting. If the bald guy hadn't thought infantilism was an affront to humanity, he would have been questioned. He had to be an exemplar of "blokeyness" which of course can only mean being a close minded bigot. Trisha had to give the crowd a freakshow, and the audience had to be disgusted. Also, I don't know why the "if you're stressed go to the pub" argument keeps coming up. It's not like the two are mutually exclusive. Isn't there a clip of a tv program where two sexy comedians are wearing diapers in a bar?

Now I know the full story, I'm sorry if I came across as a bit harsh. You do indeed have the most balls, more balls than that stupid bald guy, most definitely. You were truly stuck between a rock and a hard place. Who was their other choice?

It's a long wall, don't worry, there's room enough for everyone.

It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make!

I'd have all the people who post in threads like this first up against the wall. See what I did there?

HAhahaha, I've not seen that before. I like the toss-up between Anal assault, and Pissy princesses. I think I know which one I'd choose... Pretty accurate though, I should think. Which is sad. Felicity, hah Being an ABDL model must be pretty easy compared with some of the other porn modelling. Might not go down so well with prospective partners mind...

Bingo! Tenderheart has hit the nail on the head.

In what way would they reconstruct the files? It's seems a lot of effort for a PC repair guy to go to, just to see what sites you're been nosing around. Surely this represents a huge security flaw, especially if one can't erase details of online transactions, etc. ? I think you'd be all right erasing your browsing history, clearing your cache, and deleting your cookies. Make sure you get rid of anything on your hard drive as well. A lot of people seem to like this program http://www.ccleaner.com/

If I became Hitler, I'd probably spend more time practising my painting, and reapply to art school. Save the world a lot of bother.

Hi, I live in a town just south of Manchester. I'm 23. PM me if you like.

Print/Workshop Technician at a local college. The pay is awful but it's such a great job I don't mind. The students are fun and the teachers and other staff are laid back. Beats customer service any day of the week

Seriously, I'm the only person watching the wire? I know it might not be airing right now, but it's still one of the best television programs ever made. If you've never seen it, you are in for a treat.

Being British, I know I am just happy to have something new to complain about. It must be hell having to wear in this heat though.

I think it's more the branding issue, rather than some shadowy coven of environmentalists. The likes of KimberlyClake and Procter & Gamble are more likely to give their lawyers a call over this than tree huggers. I know who I'd rather be sued by

In England, we have the NHS, which means the government will supply diapers to those who need them, for about £100 a year (I think, If works the same as other repeat prescriptions). This is obviously subsidised, and the stores cannot compete. There isn't really much point the supermarkets stocking a product the government gives out for free, to those that need it and has no use to other people. There are a few medical supply stores that stock Adult diapers, but they are few and far between. Recently, some supermarkets have started stocking tena discreet pants, and other stuff for bladder weakness, but nothing that interesting. Online is usually the easiest way. Hope that helps

The show is called Shameless, and is set in a city in north west England called Manchester. The accent is known as Manc, or Mancunian. It's actually quite uncommon to hear it as strong as that out and about.

Chapter 2 I opened my eyes slightly, I felt groggy, and wondered what time it was. It appeared quite light, so it must be nearly time to get up I was still lying on my side, and reached out to stretch my arms and legs. One of my arms caught on something hard. I Closed my eyes tightly in anticipation of sharp kick off Becky for waking her up, but none came. She must still be fast asleep. Moving my arms slowly to avoid waking my lovely wife, I took a deep intake of breath. What was that smell? I wrinkled my nose. Becky must have farted in her sleep. It smelt quite strong, and quite bad, maybe she deserved waking up after all. I decided to stay quiet and waited for the alarm on the phone to shatter this peaceful moment before the start of the day. I tried to get a little more sleep. What was that smell! I opened my eyes and looked over to where my wife lay. There was no one else there. In her place though was a Winnie the Pooh cuddly toy. I closed my eyes and opened them again. My wife still had still failed to materialise. Beyond the toy there were bars. Painted wooded bars. I closed my eyes again, reopened them. Above me, tiny model sailing boats hung suspended in the air above me. They circled a miniscule lighthouse. Something was desperately wrong. I closed my eyes and shouted out, “Becky!” My voice had changed; a squeaky, high-pitched gurgle replaced my masculine cry for help! I sat up and shouted again “Where are you?” All I heard in return was the mewling of distressed infant. I looked about me. I was trapped in what appeared to be a giant crib. Something was very, very, wrong. I pushed the blanket off me and tried to stand up. It was hard going. My balance was way off, and I misjudged the surface and just fell down onto my hands and knees. I tried again and reached out for the bars to prevent me falling back onto my bum. My legs seemed much shorter than they used to be, and my arms were barely strong enough to keep me standing upright. The spongy material beneath my feet didn’t help either. I rearranged my feet my feet to help me stand. I never had to do this previously, this was some seriously wrong shit. I tried to reach for the top of the bars, for the rail. I could pull myself out and get help! I shouted out again. No answer. Looking down at my feet, I saw they were squashing down into the soft foam. What the hell was I wearing? I went to bed naked, I’m sure I did! I definitely didn’t own anything with socks built into the legs, that had a shirt attached, made of soft fleecy material. That had snaps at the crotch. I jumped up against the bars to try and pull myself over the railing. My legs were so feeble and useless. Falling back on to my bottom I felt something cold and squishy spread out against me. I howled in frustration. I fumbled with the snaps at my crotch. Where was my dexterity? I pulled and pulled and pulled. They came undone one at a time, until I got the last one and I fell onto my back. I immediately began kicking my legs to get them out of the bottoms, and then pulled some more, until I could jerk my head out of the top half. Finally free I pulled the garment off and flung it to the other side of the crib. I looked down at my crotch. It was a nappy. I was wearing a nappy. I was a grown man, in a nappy. I bent over and gingerly felt my bottom. It felt heavy, which meant I had filled it. I was a grow man in a full nappy. I put my hand on the soft cloth like cover and squished it. The dampness on my skin felt cold. I recoiled quickly and looked for some way of pulling it off. I grabbed the crotch and pulled at it, but this only caused the moisture it held rub against me. I tried grabbing the seat, but my chubby hands couldn’t get purchase on the full nappy. I shouted out again, to no avail. Where was Becky!? I ‘d never had to change a nappy before let alone my own, how was it staying on? It was so heavy! I stopped struggling and looked down at the front. It was an off white colour (probably my piss) and had two tapes. Following them around to the sides I deduced these were what was holding this nappy up. Trying to undo them was futile. My hands didn’t seem to be able to manipulate the tiny strips. And I just couldn’t control my movements well enough to open the filthy thing. I shouted some more, and though he heard a reply. But still no one came. While rubbing against the front of my nappy I noticed something seemed to be missing. But I just couldn’t quite place it. The nappy was too thick to tell. I rubbed some more, pressing the wetness against my skin. I was stinging a little, but ignored it. Using all the skill and agility I could muster, I manoeuvred my hand past the elastic waistband, and down into crotch of the nappy. There was nothing there.