Not Wanting Diapers

[Babythad]

I know a lot of people who explain how they became an AB/DL by saying, "I've wanted diapers ever since I can remember..." But does anyone have a memory about not wanting diapers. I know I had one. When I was younger around the age one and half to three I went to a babysitter during the day when my parents worked. I remember my mom telling my one day that I could wear big boy pants (underwear) and I was really excited, I had to have been around 2. I went to the babysitter where she babysat another girl and a boy. I don't remember what I did but I did something bad and the babysitter got really angry with me and told me that since I was acting like a baby I should wear diapers like one, and I was kicking and screaming about it and she pulled off my underpants and diapered me for the rest of the day. I think it's kinda ironic that if something like that were to happen now I would probably enjoy it. I don't know if anyone else had an experience like that, if so let me know!

[sarah_ab]

i never wanted to wear diapers growing up, i never had any abdl inclinations... i was potty trained around 18 months to 24 months... i had a brother 2 years older and would watch him use the little potty, so as my parents told it, one day i just up and dropped my diaper and used thepotty like him...

it wasn't until i was 21 that i even had the thought of engaging in ab play, when i stumbled across a website..

i will say from the time i became sexually aware (12-13) i have had an afinity for Dom/sub play scenarios, and would visit various websites about bondage etc... but still have never thought specifically about diapers or ab stuff until i stumbled across and ab story site.

[curiositykilledthecat]

I was a closeted Dl growing up without ever realizng it. As for Ab stuff, that began last November.

[beallucanb]

I dabbled with diapers way back when making my own and such, but never really got interested until maybe 12 years ago.

I do remember threats like act like a baby and we will treat you like one, and I'm sure I was diapered and rubber panted a few times for acting up.

The one thing that stayed with me for years was wearing sleepers, I started in my early teens and have worn them ever since, this hot weather is killing my sleeper wearing I usually wear all summer, but it is just to dam hot for sleepers.

[turtlepins]

Between the ages of three and six my mother would put one diaper on me in the morning and tell me if I kept it dry I could dress like a boy. (she dressed me like a baby girl to humiliate me) She would feed me bottles of apple juice and banana rum, milk with beer in it, and then go to change me about mid-morning. The diaper would be so wet it would be leaking all over the playpen. She would tell me I was going to be punished and I remember crying and begging her to just put two diapers on. She always put three on, and yellow or pink baby pants and a dress so everyone could see I was a baby girl. I hated it and loved it at the same time. Thick diapers felt good, and my mother always held me differently when I was in thicker diapers. Psychotic, I know. Now I love to wear three and rumba pants and girl clothes. I wonder what she'd think about that?

[dmavn]

I've had a weak bladder pretty much my whole life and had to wear diapers to bed and any time we had to drive longer then 20 minutes. I can think of many times when I was growing up that I didn't want to have to wear diapers. Mainly having to do with themes like staying over at friends houses, or ever going out with a girl, which to this day I never have and never plan on. I have a lot more gumption sitting behind a screen, but in person I am extremely shy. Unfortunatly my bladder has just gotten worse over the years.

[dummysucker]

I remember once wetting my pants at my grandma's house when i was about 8 or 9 & my grandma & aunty were searching the house for some nappies that they thought they still had from when my cousin was a baby. I was scarred at the time thinking that they were going to put me in a nappy but they couldn't find them. Thinking about it now I wish they had found them.

[Curious One]

Between the ages of three and six my mother would put one diaper on me in the morning and tell me if I kept it dry I could dress like a boy. (she dressed me like a baby girl to humiliate me) She would feed me bottles of apple juice and banana rum, milk with beer in it, and then go to change me about mid-morning. The diaper would be so wet it would be leaking all over the playpen. She would tell me I was going to be punished and I remember crying and begging her to just put two diapers on. She always put three on, and yellow or pink baby pants and a dress so everyone could see I was a baby girl. I hated it and loved it at the same time. Thick diapers felt good, and my mother always held me differently when I was in thicker diapers. Psychotic, I know. Now I love to wear three and rumba pants and girl clothes. I wonder what she'd think about that?

Man I feel sorry for you. My grandfather was dressed as a girl in dresses. He is around 70 now, and as I speak I am at their house...due to a current risk to my life that prevents me from being too near my house...(I will make a topic explaining later.) I can only immagine how one would react to that kind of treatment.

As for my story, this is the first time I am going to tell it all, not summarize it as "tendencies." The story is uninteresting and short...but I figure here of all places I can tell it.

For me it started as a teenager. I am largely asexual. meaning I am the opposite of bisexual. I am not attracted to either. Males repulse me, and a have some attraction to girls, but much les than normal males. One thing is that those whereing "sluty" clothes disgust me, and kill any arousal. I have seen porn, and it does nothing for me. Not so much as a twitch down there, more of a shrinking. However I am attracted to females who are more feminine. Wemon who dress appropriatly. I am not talking nessisarily frills and such, but nice dresses and such. To be completely honest I have a little of a sissy side, which was mroe pronounced before. I remember wondering what wearing them felt like. I never tried it. As much as I was curious and such, I was certain to get caught. So I did what I could. I once tried to make a cloth daiper, my begining of the attraction to them. I repressed and forgot all of this eventualy. Well...Not forgot so much as is something triggered the memory to bring it up, I would remember, but that rarely happened, except a few times at my room at night. After that, I manage to get past it, and put it asside completely. It was hidden even from myself for the most part. Locked away like a skeleton in a dark closet I had not wanting anything to do with, and at last forgotten. Since then,. about 2 months ago I ran across AB/DL...I did some research. I am a curious person, and I am most curious about how peoples minds work. I love to see how people explain such things. WnM made me considering forgetting this all, leaving, and leaving this place fast. The only reason I did not was my yearning to ask questions andtry to understand this bizzare mindset and/or fetish. Asside from that I am not one to leave due to one disgusting thing. Those held me to the place long enough for me to remember these...(you could see this word coming a mile away if you read my questions and introduction..."tendencies." I am still not sure if I should just leave now. I am faily sure that I can forget this as long as I force myself to got get on the forum. As for those sissy "tendencies," I havve largely ridded myself of them. Some things about it still give me a slight turn on...but asside from that I have no urge to engage it in myself.(Due to my faith I quashed this. I have yet to determine if this is some form of sin or not.If I kn ew one way or the other it would be much easier to join in more, or leave.) So...there you are...Now to simply wait it out and hope I can simply get over telling a small, uninteresting story I am not sure I should have told. I may not tell it...Does this all appear in my post...Well...If it does...well...I told it...

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[Guest rosemonde10]

Between the ages of three and six my mother would put one diaper on me in the morning and tell me if I kept it dry I could dress like a boy. (she dressed me like a baby girl to humiliate me) She would feed me bottles of apple juice and banana rum, milk with beer in it, and then go to change me about mid-morning. The diaper would be so wet it would be leaking all over the playpen. She would tell me I was going to be punished and I remember crying and begging her to just put two diapers on. She always put three on, and yellow or pink baby pants and a dress so everyone could see I was a baby girl. I hated it and loved it at the same time. Thick diapers felt good, and my mother always held me differently when I was in thicker diapers. Psychotic, I know. Now I love to wear three and rumba pants and girl clothes. I wonder what she'd think about that?

Oh my god that's a horrible story. I feel for you. That's extreme mental torture right there. Did this really happen to you? Are you on good terms with your mother now after all that?

I guess it's safe to say your mom contributed greatly if not completely to your diaper fetish?

[babybound2001]

I was the oldest of 4 kids and REALLY wanted to be a baby again when I was about 11. I pinned myself into towel diapers, sqeezed into toddler plastic pants and actually had my first orgasm dressed this way and crawling on a bed.

[PArms]

i had a brother 2 years older and would watch him use the little potty, so as my parents told it, one day i just up and dropped my diaper and used the potty like him...

Did you start standing when he did?

[Alf Deris]

Well for me was a little diferent... When I was 5 to 6 years old I had a lot of "soiled-pants acidents" and my dad always threatened me... he used says the same thing : "I will send you to school only in diapers to all your friends tease you, I will full your backpack with baby stuff and will send a note to your teacher to keep you all day in baby nusery and just be the baby you really are.". I remember exactly that words, and I guess I'll never forget them...

One day, I messed myself and he told me "From tomorrow u don't pass", on that night i saw by the semi-open door of my room, my dad with a huge package full of baby's stuff. On the next morning i was terrified, my mom dressed me for school and leaved to work, I thought I was safe... but than my father brought the stuff to the room, I started to cryin and tried to flee, he lay me on the sofa and when he started to diaper me the school bus arrived. He looked me right in the eyes and said "You never been so lucky". then he gave up to diapering me, because of time I guess...

For the following years be treated like a baby was a huge fear to me, both at home and at school. My sister liked to play and be my "mommy" when we both was 9. she fed me, diapered me, bathed me... I hated it, but the adults in house thought it was cute... in that moment some changes about the idea to be babied starts to happen...

In the age of 12, My family began to crumble... My parents fought a lot and were about to get divorced, we had problems with money and my father began having problems with alcohol. Almost never got attention from my parents at that time, only to fight. At that moment the fear of being "the baby of the house" became desire. I thought if I went back to being a baby, no one would treat me badly. I kept this secret desire for eight years until this year when I started wetting the bed and pants. I got sick and I became incontinent, I believe it was the psychological who lit the fuse ... after that I decided to embrace that desire and believe I am much happier. That's is resume of my true history

[ABC]

Like Alf, I had a lot of soiling accidents as a kid - in my case, until I was 9 or 10. As a result, numerous babysitters threatened to put me in diapers, though none of them did. My dad would yell at me and spank me whenever I messed, and one day he lost it and told me he was going to the store to get me Pampers. I freaked out and stayed in my bedroom crying the rest of the day. My mom didn't know what had happened, so when I told her about it she said not to worry. She must have talked him out of it because instead of getting diapers, I went to the doctor. They did some tests and discovered I was allergic to milk and that was causing the problem. I stopped drinking milk and that ended my accidents.

The funny thing is that ever since I was 3 or 4, I was fascinated by diapers and wanted to wear them again. But fantasy and reality are two different things and when I was faced with the prospect of having to wear them to school and around my friends I didn't want any part of it.

[clandestinest]

Between the ages of three and six my mother would put one diaper on me in the morning and tell me if I kept it dry I could dress like a boy. (she dressed me like a baby girl to humiliate me) She would feed me bottles of apple juice and banana rum, milk with beer in it, and then go to change me about mid-morning. The diaper would be so wet it would be leaking all over the playpen. She would tell me I was going to be punished and I remember crying and begging her to just put two diapers on. She always put three on, and yellow or pink baby pants and a dress so everyone could see I was a baby girl. I hated it and loved it at the same time. Thick diapers felt good, and my mother always held me differently when I was in thicker diapers. Psychotic, I know. Now I love to wear three and rumba pants and girl clothes. I wonder what she'd think about that?

You should tell her, lol.

It's not like she can blame you.

Man, I thought my mom was nuts :S