Hi everyone! Thanks for your patience over the past week. I feel like I was off to such a good start before disappearing for a week there. Sadly, real life got in the way and things like work and family drama took a priority. As if that wasn't enough, both me and my boyfriend got sick. Yuck!
Anyways, things are calming down, I'm feeling better, and I want to get back to writing in the blog! Look forward to the conclusion of my interview with David and his Mommy as well as an article about my boyfriend and our relationship as well as some interviews with my new baby friends I've been meeting!
As always, I'd love to hear from more of you. Leave a comment or send me an email if you have a topic you want to talk about or if you think you have some things to contribute to the blog. Hey, even if you just want to chat about being an AB/DL, my cyber-door is always open!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
David and His Mommy, Part 2
Previously, I talked to David and his Mommy, Stephanie, about their origins as a Mommy and Baby. While it was nice getting their individual perspectives, I think what I was more interested in was their dynamic together.
Thankfully, Stephanie was planning on meeting with David at his apartment, and she invited me to watch and interact with them via webcam.
Thankfully, Stephanie was planning on meeting with David at his apartment, and she invited me to watch and interact with them via webcam.
Friday, September 24, 2010
David and His Mommy, Part 1
In my search for infantilists willing to talk to me about their interests, one of the first things I wanted to learn about was the dynamics between ABs and their "Mommies." How do their relationships work and what is the experience like?
Luckily, one of the first people I met in my quest to learn more about the AB world was David, a young post-graduate student from New England. He opened up to me about his Mommy and his life his experiences with her.
Luckily, one of the first people I met in my quest to learn more about the AB world was David, a young post-graduate student from New England. He opened up to me about his Mommy and his life his experiences with her.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
An Introduction of Sorts: My Boyfriend, the Big Baby
We had been dating for almost 6 months when my boyfriend Matt asked me a pretty strange question: "Do you have any sexual fetishes?"
Did I? No, I suppose I didn't. But I wasn't opposed to things like that. I had always considered myself a pretty open minded gal, and I have a pretty curious nature. However, there was never one thing or one interest that stuck out to me in the way that a fetish might appeal to someone. Sure, I thought, it'd be neat to be tied up and spanked a little, but I certainly didn't crave that.
Slightly more interesting to me, though, was the fact that he asked me this question in the first place. You might argue that its a question that could eventually get asked in any relationship, given enough time. But if neither of us had any fetishes of our own, would we have thought to ask the other? Maybe. Maybe not.
"No," I said, "I don't. Why? Do you?"
This put him on the spot. He tried to laugh it off and pretend like he was just an innocent young man, without any wacky skeletons in his closet. But let me remind you guys, there is no fooling a girlfriend who has learned to read your body language more than the words coming out of your mouth.
So, being the curious (and possibly demanding) cat that I am, I barraged him with requests about his little secret until he finally relented and told me that he would spill the beans.
"I want to know everything," I said. "Don't give me bits and pieces. Just give it to me straight."
"What if you don't like it?"
"How is that any different than now, where I don't know about it and we don't do anything with it? If I don't like it, I say 'Hey, this isn't my cup of tea' and we move on."
"You might judge me."
"I might not get it, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to judge you. Look, I love you for who you are. A fetish is just a fetish. If it doesn't mesh with the relationship, do it on your own time."
And so he told me. I'll never forget how pink his cheeks had gotten and how you could just see on his face how tough it was to open up about this. I felt bad for him. It didn't seem fair that there was something in his life that he enjoyed on some level that he would have such trouble explaining to anyone else, let alone someone important to him.
"I'm an adult baby," he said. He paused there, as if to give me some time to think about that and digest it by itself. Which is exactly what I was doing in my brain at that moment. The term "adult baby" seemed simple enough, but also vague too. For some reason, all I could think of was a grown man lying on his back, throwing a temper tantrum and kicking and screaming. Not too far from the truth, I suppose.
"What...does that entail?" I asked.
"Well, I, like, act like a baby. Drink from a bottle, have a pacifier, carry a blanket..." he trailed off for a moment, as if saving the worst for last, "...and wear a diaper."
"Do you use it?" It's funny, because that was the very first thought that came into my mind. I barely had time to register what he was telling me, I just felt like that was the obvious question.
"Well...yeah."
"Oh."
"Is that bad?"
"No, I don't think so." And, really, it wasn't a bad thing at all. It was strange to me, but already, I could start to see what he was into.
We took it slow from there. In future conversations, he'd spill a little more to me, a little bit at a time. His fantasies, his origins in the fetish, his favorite websites. And I absorbed it all. I was beyond curious. I was captivated.
And that's why I'm here now with this blog. I want to know more. I want to share more. As I get my feet wet in the AB/DL world (hopefully not because of a leaky diaper), I want to share with you my experiences so far and talk to you about the things I've learned. I want to learn from you. I want to interview and chat with other ABs and share what they have to say, so that we might all learn a little more.
I see this as a bit of a journey for myself. I don't consider myself an AB right now, nor a DL. I'm just someone who wants to learn about this amazing subculture. You're not freaks, you're interesting people with great stories to share. Overtime, I want to document my own feelings and my own interests. Maybe I'll eventually find myself in a wet diaper myself, waiting for a change.
Did I? No, I suppose I didn't. But I wasn't opposed to things like that. I had always considered myself a pretty open minded gal, and I have a pretty curious nature. However, there was never one thing or one interest that stuck out to me in the way that a fetish might appeal to someone. Sure, I thought, it'd be neat to be tied up and spanked a little, but I certainly didn't crave that.
Slightly more interesting to me, though, was the fact that he asked me this question in the first place. You might argue that its a question that could eventually get asked in any relationship, given enough time. But if neither of us had any fetishes of our own, would we have thought to ask the other? Maybe. Maybe not.
"No," I said, "I don't. Why? Do you?"
This put him on the spot. He tried to laugh it off and pretend like he was just an innocent young man, without any wacky skeletons in his closet. But let me remind you guys, there is no fooling a girlfriend who has learned to read your body language more than the words coming out of your mouth.
So, being the curious (and possibly demanding) cat that I am, I barraged him with requests about his little secret until he finally relented and told me that he would spill the beans.
"I want to know everything," I said. "Don't give me bits and pieces. Just give it to me straight."
"What if you don't like it?"
"How is that any different than now, where I don't know about it and we don't do anything with it? If I don't like it, I say 'Hey, this isn't my cup of tea' and we move on."
"You might judge me."
"I might not get it, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to judge you. Look, I love you for who you are. A fetish is just a fetish. If it doesn't mesh with the relationship, do it on your own time."
And so he told me. I'll never forget how pink his cheeks had gotten and how you could just see on his face how tough it was to open up about this. I felt bad for him. It didn't seem fair that there was something in his life that he enjoyed on some level that he would have such trouble explaining to anyone else, let alone someone important to him.
"I'm an adult baby," he said. He paused there, as if to give me some time to think about that and digest it by itself. Which is exactly what I was doing in my brain at that moment. The term "adult baby" seemed simple enough, but also vague too. For some reason, all I could think of was a grown man lying on his back, throwing a temper tantrum and kicking and screaming. Not too far from the truth, I suppose.
"What...does that entail?" I asked.
"Well, I, like, act like a baby. Drink from a bottle, have a pacifier, carry a blanket..." he trailed off for a moment, as if saving the worst for last, "...and wear a diaper."
"Do you use it?" It's funny, because that was the very first thought that came into my mind. I barely had time to register what he was telling me, I just felt like that was the obvious question.
"Well...yeah."
"Oh."
"Is that bad?"
"No, I don't think so." And, really, it wasn't a bad thing at all. It was strange to me, but already, I could start to see what he was into.
We took it slow from there. In future conversations, he'd spill a little more to me, a little bit at a time. His fantasies, his origins in the fetish, his favorite websites. And I absorbed it all. I was beyond curious. I was captivated.
And that's why I'm here now with this blog. I want to know more. I want to share more. As I get my feet wet in the AB/DL world (hopefully not because of a leaky diaper), I want to share with you my experiences so far and talk to you about the things I've learned. I want to learn from you. I want to interview and chat with other ABs and share what they have to say, so that we might all learn a little more.
I see this as a bit of a journey for myself. I don't consider myself an AB right now, nor a DL. I'm just someone who wants to learn about this amazing subculture. You're not freaks, you're interesting people with great stories to share. Overtime, I want to document my own feelings and my own interests. Maybe I'll eventually find myself in a wet diaper myself, waiting for a change.
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