Raymond's
Testimonial
Posted
09/02/00
My name is Raymond and i would like you to place this in your website
for others to benefit from. you are doing a good thing with your
site!!!! keep it up!! please do not give my e-mail address out in the
column, and for anonymity's sake i will call my self raymond, ok?
thanks again and please feel free to edit this in any way you see fit,
i am not much of a writer. As a child growing up we didn't have much,
my mother and father were divorced when i was quite young, and mom did
her best to raise 3 kids by herself. i am the youngest of the 3, so mom
always treated me a little different from my older siblings. i was
potty trained quite early for a boy and i always new i was longing for
something that i was missing. when i was around 4 years old, i had a
few "accidents" at night. nothing major, i thought, but the bed was wet
nonetheless. at first my mom was very mad at me for making a mess of my
sheets and bed, she yelled and screamed at me, and told me that big
boys don't do that kind of thing. of course i was very upset by all of
this and i didn't know what to do. a couple of days after my last wet
bed, the lady who babysat me decided that i should be in diapers. so
into a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants i went, and it felt like i
was on cloud 9. i knew right then and there that it was diapers that i
wanted, and the loving and caring that goes with it. well, when my mom
got home that night, she was a little skeptical about it at first, but
eventually the babysitter convinced her it was the best way for me to
keep my bed dry. as time progressed i became more and more dependent on
my diapers and had to also wear them during the day. this was just fine
with the babysitter, cause her youngest son, who was just a couple of
months younger than me, was in diapers too. one night as my mother was
getting me ready for bed, i asked her for a baby bottle. i knew we
still had some of my old ones in a box in a closet, and mom said it
would be ok for now, but to not get used to it. she went to retrieve
the baby bottle and she had also brought out some of my other baby
stuff. i was never so happy in my life when she tied a bib on me and
filled up a bottle with sweet milk, sat me on her lap and gave me the
bottle. this was how the ground work for my fetish started out, as i
grew older the infantile things kind of faded away, but the diapers
were always there. until i got to be about 13 or so, and all of a
sudden, it just wasn't cool anymore. mom still diapered me at night,
but i regained enough control that i could go during the day without a
diaper. then of course girls came into the scene and i almost forgot
about diapers till i was 18 and fell in love with a girl i went to
school with and we got married right after we got out of high school.
to make a long story short, i was in diapers just shortly after we got
married, i told my wife about them and believe it or not, she didn't
freak out. i would work all day and when i came home, there she would
be with diapers in hand, waiting for me. i was never so happy, i
thought how could a guy be so lucky to have a mom and a wife that
understands about his desire to wear diapers. for 4 years we had a lot
of fun, we incorporated my AB tendencies into our everyday life, and it
was really going good until someone messed it up. i worked a lot, 1
full time job, and 2 part time jobs, so i wasn't home much for us to
"play". she decided that she would find someone else who paid more
attention to her and she packed up her stuff and left one day while i
was working. i have never been the same since, because i have not found
another person as understanding as her and my mom. i feel very
fortunate to have been able to indulge in my desires as much as i did
growing up, and i know i will never be able to live without diapers in
my life. if more people would take the time to educate themselves about
infantilism and all that goes with it, the world would be a happier
place. to much emphasis is on what the public thinks or says. well, we
are the public, and we are the only ones who can change the opinions of
the masses. parents need to listen to their children and act on their
desires. a child is not just a child, they have a mind of their own and
now how to use it. and for those of you who are wondering, i did not
come from an abusive home or were any of my family drinkers or
gamblers. i live in the midwest, in the heart of the bible belt,
religion and hard work is all we know around here. i have turned out to
be a very successful business person, and am 38 years old and i am
retired. i live a very normal life and have many friends that know
about my fetish. parents have got to understand that if their child
decides that they want to wear diapers, that it is ok, and shouldn't
try to destroy their self esteem with ridicule and and punishment. all
it takes is a little care and love and it will work out well for all
involved. i guess the moral to my story is, if the parents listen and
act out the childs desires, life can be very fruitful and prosperous. i
can only hope that this letter is read by many other parents who are
experiencing this with their child. i was lucky, and so should every
other kid who has the same wants and desires.
Sincerely, Raymond
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