Rosie

Since I was born. I have a dulled sense of my own body, I essentially don't read myself very well. I don't notice hot or cold so much, when I've cut myself, lots of little things. Amongst that is the sensation of needing to wee, so I don't know when it's coming.

Green walls and an animal/safari theme. Cosy rug to play on. Toddler bed with rails, not a crib. Lots of stuffies and toys.

Yeah, toys and food.

Long strawbelly lacies

Too fiddly for this Rosie.

I do a bit. I wear for need but my parents don't actively change me and certainly don't baby me or anything. But, my Mum will pat my wet bum and tell me to go and sort myself out. I have motor skills issues also, so they'll often cut my food up for me, rearrange my clothes if I've put them on wrong, stuff like that. Sometimes I wish they would baby me more, maybe change me as it'd be very loving and cosy but I suppose it's a price for my greater independence.

noo-noo, like the vacuum cleaner in tellytubbies

11-or 12ish, then pullups came and I got the hang of it. She'll still offer me a hand if we're in a rush though, not in a babyish way, just a helpful one.

My friends usually help me tie my shoes.

Left the occasional half moon on a cinema chair during a long film.

A bit like Kaliborio above me, I've never been treated 'like a baby' but my needs have meant I needed babyish things. Doctors told my folks to expect me to never learn to be able to do many things for myself but to try anyway, so they did. They changed me until I was 12ish, then less and less. One difference was that pullups had been introduced and I could look after myself for short times in those. The other was I eventually learnt to change myself. Until then they changed me, aunties, grandparents, friends - all sorts. At home, I was never shy about nappies and those and long t-shirts were pretty comfy wear. I tended to get lost in what I was doing and was very in the habit of being checked rather than asking. It was never presented as 'baby' just, 'Rosie'. My folks still put a plastic mat under the chair where I eat when I visit them and i still favour spoons to eat with and ask for my food to be cut up for me. If going out to a restaurant with friends I'll ask them discretely. I have a 'splash zone' in my own place where I eat. I had a lot of toys for younger children to try and practise my hand-eye skills, general co-ordination. Shape sorting and bead stringing and that. I've always had an overactive imagination, playing with teddies and dolls and things till I was 15/16. Then starting again when I was in my mid-twenties.

Shouldn't there be a picture in that cloud?

I need nappies and I can't dress myself if it's complicated stuff like buttons, I'm such a messy eater and I like to play dollies - but otherwise I am a super-growed up girl and look after myself. Might be nice to be more looked after sometimes though.

I'm a very independent tot and live by myself, as much as it's a struggle. I'd give up a lot to be looked after, checked and changed, fed and washed, dressed and cuddled and played with. But I could never give up proper grown up books, real conversations, cups of tea and tasty food. And I probably wouldn't submit to wearing anything I was put in, I hate Barbie pink for example. I'd certainly exercise my right to sulk.

Bluey - I love it and it's so good. Also Hey Duggee is pretty good, Muppet Babies, Doc McStuffins.. alsorts.

In the UK we have this thing called 'Changing Spaces' they are facilities for adults to change/have their nappies changed. Very handy.

Yep As an older teen, early twenties I was very into being as independent as I can but as I've got older I've discovered that being little is a nice break from being an incontinent adult to being a happy toddler.

My brain doesn't process messages from my body very efficiently so I don't recognise when I need to wee so I couldn't potty train. It also affected my motor skills, so things like handwriting took a long time to learn (and I hate touchscreens) and stuff like shoelaces and buttons are a real pain. I'm better at many of those things so I can look after myself but I have to be slow and methodical about them. As for liking it, it's a bit like asking if I liked wearing a backpack - sometimes heavy and gets in the way but does a job that needs doing.

Dandelions! Pretty and scrappy, like me.

I was into books, stories, writing stories, aminals, birds and birdwatching, hand puppets and soft dolls (not the fiddly ones) and I still am.

I never had pants accidents at school because I always wore nappies. In primary my parents would come in and change me at lunchtime, or if I had a messy accident or leak and they needed calling in. None of the staff would change my nappies. It does mean I was always pretty waddly as lunch time came. For PE, my teacher would help change me into my PE gear - my wetting is related to further spatial/motor skills issues so dressing myself has always been a bother. More annoying than the nappies was the special pencil and paper, being taken out of class for physical therapy lessons. The kids were very nice, I was like their mascot. By secondary school pullups were out, so I wore those. I was slowly learning to change myself in proper nappies but pullups were easier. I had some spare clothes in case they leaked also. Again, everyone was very nice about it and some friends encouraged me to use the loo when I could and would guard cubicles when I changed.

I have nine raggydolls and they are my friends.