Obviously wearing diapers for pleasure or comfort is far outside of normal human behavior. Where does this come from? It’s a question I’ve never spent much time asking myself. Some times adult babies may have had a traumatic childhood, abuse, or some kind of issue with bed wetting. I can’t say I had a bad childhood, I had good parents and stability, when I delve back into the mirky depths of my childhood I think I did wet the bed some.
I don’t remember how old i was, but I do remember having an angry father because my mattress was ruined by bedwetting. If I had to guess I’d say 4 or 5. I think the deal was that I had been dry at night for some time then I began to wet the bed, probably around the time my sibling was born. I remember a new mattress being purchased and a plastic cover being put on it. I’m quite certain I was never put in diapers for bed.
As a child I had a great deal of fear of being embarrassed or looking foolish. I hated looking weak, or doing anything that could be embarrassing. I remember one time, probably around 4th grade, when the 6th grade basketball team and the 6th grade cheerleaders traded roles for a pep rally. The girls came out in shorts, undershirts and basektball jerseys and acted all tough, then the boys came out wearing the girls chearleader outfits and ran through some mock cheers. I thought to myself I could never do anything like that, but I was strangely fascinated by the outfits.
I’m not sure when I first became interested in diapers. I had cousins in diapers all throughout growing up. All my cousins were boys, I was the oldest and there were no girls in my extended family. I would always be joked by my aunts that they would teach me how to change diapers so they could get a break from it. I would act disgusted and run away, but in secret I was really interested.
When I was around 9 or 10 a cousin’s family was visiting and I snuck a diaper out of their diaperbag and put it in my pocket. The diaper wouldn’t even come close to fitting so I stuck it in the bottom of my underwear drawer the next day my brother must have been digging around in there and come running downstairs with the diaper and showing it to my Mom. “Augie’s got diapers, Augies’s got diapers in his underwear,” he kept saying while I turned bright red.
Mom asked why I had a diaper and I explained when my cousin had been visiting they left a diaper in the bathroom, I picked it up and put it in my underwear drawer because I didn’t know what to do with it. She seemed happy enough with that goofy explanation.
I became more and more interested in having something tight and thick wrapped around my genitals. I began wearing multiple pairs of underwear throughout the day, and sometimes at night I would put every pair I had on. Soon I began stealing diapers from stores when we went to them. I had no idea why I liked this, it just felt right.