What ABDL* Means To Me:
Saying that I am very connected to my inner child would be an understatement. My room is littered with toys and stuff animals. In fact I almost always have a stuffed animal sticking out of my backpack. I dress in bright colors and my clothes are covered in kid's cartoon characters. On the rare occasion that I am around my close friends I feel like coming out of my shell, I am usually very playful and cuddly. My ABDL* is by no means an overwhelming portion of my my personality, however my ABDL* is an important facet of my identity. To me, being an ABDL*, means having a special child-like sense of wonder about the world.
As far as where I fall in the ABDL* spectrum, I would have to say that I am an agequeer or possibly a non-sexual adult baby. Diapers were one of the first things I fixated on when I was an ABDL* growing up as a child but I would not consider myself a diaper lover per say. Rather I don't like leaving puddles everywhere. Interstingly enough I am not actually incontinent, however my bladder capacity is so small that I cannot really stray more than five minutes from a bathroom without being in pain. None the less, I really have developed a fondness for diapers.
As I am an asexual, I cannot envision any scenario in which I would want to have sex. ABDL* would seem to be predominantly a sexual fetish, however there is a significant number of ABDL*s who are asexual. I am a heteromantic asexual. Asexuality is an orientation. This means that I do not find anyone attractive sexually but may be attracted to women in a non-sexual way. To be honest I think the idea of anyone having sex seems kind of icky, but mostly just silly to me. I suppose I am just to little to understand all the hoopla around the great and mysterious sexual intercourse.
At any rate my lack of sexual interest in other people extends to my ABDL*. I just simply cannot imagine someone approaching me with sexual intentions while I am regressed. As a child at heart I find the though of myself being involved in a sexual situation frightening and nearly nauseating. Sexuality would ruin my ability to feel close to either a care taker or another ABDL* playmate because sexuality would ruin the innocence of the interaction. Although I have not been in a relationship, I imagine the intimate yet innocent connections I make while in a baby mindset would fulfill the role sex typically does holding together traditional relationships.
I finally discovered the online ABDL* community when I was 14. I have to say that I was really lucky to find ADISC.org, a support website for ABDL*s. It was a very safe place to learn and grow as a person. Being able to discuss ABDL* topics in the same causual nature as the way one discusses the weather was refreshing. Extremely refreshing after nearly a decade of loneliness and confusion. I have been an ABDL* for as long as I can remember. Initially I really latched on to the idea of wanting to wear diapers again. Even before I was potty trained I was fasinated by them. I actually kept a pair of my old cloth training pants hidden in my bed from about age 3 to age 4. Later before I started kindegarten I had come across two diapers stashed in my parent's car by the previous owner as well as a few other emergency baby changing supplies. I was caught by my mother and was embarrassed that I tried to ignore my ABDL* feelings until I was a preteen. As a preteen I became more interested in other aspects of being ABDL* such as cuddling my plushies and sucking my thumb. Essentially being ABDL* might as well have been something I was born with.
I like:
cuddling, attention, being held, being picked up, snuggling, tickling, being dressed, sharing, my plushies, my paci, playing, my bottle, warm milk, wearing diapers, diaper changes, jamies, bed-time stories, lullabies, warm laps, my toys, crayons, stickers, rainbows, shiny things, soft things, squishy things, colorful things, spongebob, rugrats, ride-on toys, swings, dinosars, cookies, my toes, my reflection, windows 95, funny faces, VHS tapes, spaghettios, … everything! everyone!
Dislikes: loud sudden sounds, scary stuff, hitting, yelling, being alone, the dark, naps, shrimp, time outs, being stinky, shots, the potty, mushrooms, being patronized, falling over, boo boos.
Saying that I am very connected to my inner child would be an understatement. My room is littered with toys and stuff animals. In fact I almost always have a stuffed animal sticking out of my backpack. I dress in bright colors and my clothes are covered in kid's cartoon characters. On the rare occasion that I am around my close friends I feel like coming out of my shell, I am usually very playful and cuddly. My ABDL* is by no means an overwhelming portion of my my personality, however my ABDL* is an important facet of my identity. To me, being an ABDL*, means having a special child-like sense of wonder about the world.
As far as where I fall in the ABDL* spectrum, I would have to say that I am an agequeer or possibly a non-sexual adult baby. Diapers were one of the first things I fixated on when I was an ABDL* growing up as a child but I would not consider myself a diaper lover per say. Rather I don't like leaving puddles everywhere. Interstingly enough I am not actually incontinent, however my bladder capacity is so small that I cannot really stray more than five minutes from a bathroom without being in pain. None the less, I really have developed a fondness for diapers.
As I am an asexual, I cannot envision any scenario in which I would want to have sex. ABDL* would seem to be predominantly a sexual fetish, however there is a significant number of ABDL*s who are asexual. I am a heteromantic asexual. Asexuality is an orientation. This means that I do not find anyone attractive sexually but may be attracted to women in a non-sexual way. To be honest I think the idea of anyone having sex seems kind of icky, but mostly just silly to me. I suppose I am just to little to understand all the hoopla around the great and mysterious sexual intercourse.
At any rate my lack of sexual interest in other people extends to my ABDL*. I just simply cannot imagine someone approaching me with sexual intentions while I am regressed. As a child at heart I find the though of myself being involved in a sexual situation frightening and nearly nauseating. Sexuality would ruin my ability to feel close to either a care taker or another ABDL* playmate because sexuality would ruin the innocence of the interaction. Although I have not been in a relationship, I imagine the intimate yet innocent connections I make while in a baby mindset would fulfill the role sex typically does holding together traditional relationships.
I finally discovered the online ABDL* community when I was 14. I have to say that I was really lucky to find ADISC.org, a support website for ABDL*s. It was a very safe place to learn and grow as a person. Being able to discuss ABDL* topics in the same causual nature as the way one discusses the weather was refreshing. Extremely refreshing after nearly a decade of loneliness and confusion. I have been an ABDL* for as long as I can remember. Initially I really latched on to the idea of wanting to wear diapers again. Even before I was potty trained I was fasinated by them. I actually kept a pair of my old cloth training pants hidden in my bed from about age 3 to age 4. Later before I started kindegarten I had come across two diapers stashed in my parent's car by the previous owner as well as a few other emergency baby changing supplies. I was caught by my mother and was embarrassed that I tried to ignore my ABDL* feelings until I was a preteen. As a preteen I became more interested in other aspects of being ABDL* such as cuddling my plushies and sucking my thumb. Essentially being ABDL* might as well have been something I was born with.
I like:
cuddling, attention, being held, being picked up, snuggling, tickling, being dressed, sharing, my plushies, my paci, playing, my bottle, warm milk, wearing diapers, diaper changes, jamies, bed-time stories, lullabies, warm laps, my toys, crayons, stickers, rainbows, shiny things, soft things, squishy things, colorful things, spongebob, rugrats, ride-on toys, swings, dinosars, cookies, my toes, my reflection, windows 95, funny faces, VHS tapes, spaghettios, … everything! everyone!
Dislikes: loud sudden sounds, scary stuff, hitting, yelling, being alone, the dark, naps, shrimp, time outs, being stinky, shots, the potty, mushrooms, being patronized, falling over, boo boos.
