Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I was hacked!!
I just found out that my account on a diaper community site, and my YIM (for which I had foolishly set the same password) were both accessed by a third party.
If you sent me a message of any importance and I did not respond, I apologize. Re-send it.
If you received a message from me on YIM that doesn't seem characteristic of me, it may have been from someone accessing my account. Let me know.
I've since changed my YIM password. You can safely send me IMs there again.
A few tips:
- Remember that diaper social networking websites have moderators. Most to a great job of running the sites, and I salute them. But they CAN see your mail messages, and on some sites can even delete and send messages. Never share information of a personal nature on a social networking site (except Facebook); save that for email.
- Make sure your YIM, MSN, Skype, and AOL passwords are not the same as your social networking site passwords. And ALWAYS have an entirely separate password for your email account.
I'm pretty sure I know who logged into my Yahoo account, but if you have any direct knowledge of it you'd like to share, email me: abysitter@gmail.com.
Cwis
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Baby Jeffy
Have diaper pics you want to contribute? Hit me up: abysitter@gmail.com. Just be 18+.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Where Did You Find Me?
Every once in a while my blog gets a spike in traffic, usually when we get linked by an ABDL website or other source. Today has seen a TON of views; wondering where you're all coming from?
If you're a new reader to my blog, email me at abysitter@gmail.com and let me know where you found me?
Thanks,
Cwis
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Christmas 2009 Revisited
http://abysitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghosts-of-christmas-diapers-past.html
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Nuki Nuki Song...
Thanks to my lil Canuckibro for pointing me in the direction of the Nuki Nuki song.
54,000,000 views, and I wasn't one of them? I've never even seen this in a diaper site or forum?
Check it... you'll enjoy it!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Baby Albums!
Got pics to share? I'd love to throw your baby pics, or diaper pics for all you DLs. Furries, sissies, all are welcome to submit. 18+. Email abysitter@gmail.com.
Enjoy...
Monday, December 20, 2010
The 'What Makes Us Tick' Series
For the past 2-3 weeks I've been working on a series about 'what makes us tick.' I've asked y'all to submit your thoughts, and a whole bunch of you have...
Yesterday's blog entry was going to be about the 'downs' of being diapered; I'd asked you to consider answering the question:
WHAT NEGATIVE EFFECTS HAVE DIAPERS HAD ON YOUR LIFE?
I've gotten a bunch of responses, although not as many as I'd hoped. It seems that it's not particularly easy to talk about for some people...
...including me.
That's right. I've been accused of being 'wordy'... 'verbose'... and even 'relentlessly thorough'. But when I sat down to write about my own negative dealings with diapers, I realized I was going to need a little more time...
That's good news for you! It means, if you hadn't already gotten a chance to answer, now's your opportunity!
Email me at abysitter@gmail.com if you have feedback on this, a very important subject.
C'mon now... I know ABDL isn't all warm bottles and baths. There's a shitty side to this fetish/lifestyle (pun intended); what's been especially shitty for you?
Email: abysitter@gmail.com.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
What makes us tick? Part III
When I was a junior in college, and going through a period of heightened stress in my life, I skipped classes on more than one occasion to stay in diapers.
Actually, on more than one occasion is probably an understatement.
On a whole bunch of occasions.
The normal college stress was certainly a factor, sure. Classes. Exams.
Some stuff with a family member added to that.
And put depression on top of that - something I'll get into in a future blog entry - and there were, quite frankly, a few occasions where going to class just didn't happen...
Rarely did I skip class to study.
I probably should have, but I didn't.
And I almost never skipped classes to hang with friends.
In fact, I'd lie to my friends instead, telling them I was going to class - the only time they'd leave me alone.
And then, I'd pad up...
When I was really, really stressed I'd do one of two things.
On a few occasions I'd drive over to a friend's house.
My friend Christian, a former competitive swimmer, lived a few blocks from me, and usually slept in until early afternoon. He had no car and would frequently hit me up for rides after the pool he lifeguarded at closed for the evening; we'd hang out and do whatever, and I'd take him home.
Christian was straight and hot as hell, with a swimmer's body. Tan, toned, and cute as hell. And, if you know me, you know I'm a sucker for a hot ass. Christian's? Hot. As. Fuck.
So when I was stressed as fuck, I would sometimes drive over to Christian's.
Christian was cool with the diaper thing - and he liked to be jerked off. He was straight, but being jerked off was an addiction for him, and he'd wear a diaper if it meant he could come.
If you know me, you know my deal. [NOTE: If you're looking for the PG-13 version of this blog entry, there isn't one... but I'd skip to the next paragraph if I were you.] I like to diaper someone and spend time chillin' in Pampers. Sometimes there's no sex involved, but most often when there is it involves me laying next to a hot diapered ass, focusing my attention on the diaper - or the ass - as I hump my own diaper.
So, on days I was really stressed, I'd let myself in at Christian's place. I'd walk into his room and he'd be asleep, but he'd hear me come in and peek at me, kind of grinning a little. He'd un-do his belt and jeans - he always fell asleep fully dressed - and then put his hands behind his head and kind of lay back with a smirk. For the next hour or two I'd have complete freedom: strip my friend, wipe and powder him, Pamper his ass, flip him, rub him, and do anything I wanted. I'd eventually squirt in my diaper and then, as part of the deal, I'd jerk him. He'd squirt, usually in his own diaper, and then we'd just lay there. Sometimes I'd fall asleep. My favorite part? When it was time to go Christian would stop me as I tried to remove his diaper. "I'll get it..." he'd tell me. And then he'd ask me: "Want me to get yours?"
I remember to this day what I'd be thinking as I lay there doing my thing: I should be at class right now...
I've since given at least a half dozen college-bound ABDLs advice on heading off to school. (You may have been one of those who's heard the lecture: GPA matters, credit cards are evil, internships are good, etc.). When I was in school nobody was giving advice to me. If I could go back in the past I'd probably have skipped a few less classes. But I didn't. And I remember how, at the moment that I was jerking in my diaper, rubbing the adorable ass of my swimmer friend, class didn't even seem remotely important. Somehow, lost in that moment, the fact that both my friend and I were in diapers trumped all else, and made everything else but that seem remarkably unimportant.
Most of the days I skipped class, though, I stayed at home.
I lived on the twentieth floor of a high-rise apartment building. Most days I'd wake up, have breakfast, get dressed, grab some books, and hit the highway for the short drive into school. Some days, though, I'd get part way through that routine and just hit a wall. Maybe the thought of sitting through two hours of Shakespeare just couldn't get me motivated; perhaps I'd neglected to read for Philosophy 101; it could have been anything, really. But I'd be on my way out the door, sometimes waiting for the elevator, and I'd just say... fuck it.
I'd lock the door, turn off the ringer on the phone, and strip naked. Diaper out; baby powder out; wipes out; pacifiers and bottles out. I'd warm up some milk and Pamper up; from that point forward the rules were the same: no phone calls, no answering the buzzer, and no adult TV or internet until whatever class I was skipping was over. While my classmates and professor were discussing the subject of the day I was crawling around on the floor in a soaked diaper; while hundreds of other students on campus were paying attention to a lecture doing their best to prepare for adulthood I was trying desperately to hold on to my childhood, quite literally.
And, as with my sessions with Christian, my toddlerization sessions seemed okay; the diaper, and the feeling that it gave me, was so amazingly powerful that I'd forget about everything else.
I've diapered more than fifty non-ABDLs. If you're a long-time reader of the blog, you know the whole story; if you're new to it, read back some.
Most of my friends know about diapers. In fact, a large number have worn with me on at least one occasion, with several wearing a number of times.
As you can imagine, I've been asked the question many, many times.
"Why diapers?"
First, let me say, nobody has asked me that question more times than I have.
If you're ABDL, you probably know the feeling: you're growing up, maybe in middle school or junior high, and you have urges to wear diapers.
You question yourself. Boy, do you question yourself.
You question whether something is wrong with you. Wrong with you psychologically. Wrong with you sexually. Wrong with you socially. Wrong with you morally.
If you're like most of us, you go through 'phases'.
Some call it the binge/purge cycle. You binge by collecting as much diaper-related stuff as possible - bottles and pacifiers if you're AB, a variety of diapers if you're DL. You purge by throwing it all away and trying to make the jump to boxers or briefs. A lot of guilt occurs along the way. And, eventually, you repeat the cycle. For some of us, many times over...
Eventually, a huge percentage of us come to realize that it's not something that's going away. That's it's instinct, really; for whatever reason, we will always be stuck in diapers.
Most of us make peace with it.
Some of us never will.
But what is it about diapers that we love so much?
What is it about these objects that most kids fight to get out of that we cling to?
In my first few years of college I coached competitive swimming.
I was 19 years old, coaching a number of successful age-group swimmers. I ran two practices a day, and handled the team's publicity, financials... pretty much the day-to-day operations.
At the same time I was running a swimming pool during the summers. The facility was open dawn to dusk, with a number of different programs going on throughout the week.
I'd spent most of my time in high school working before and after school, and my daily routine had been full: lifeguard 6 a.m. - 7:30 a.m., class til 2:30, swim practice 3 - 5, teach swim lessons or lifeguard til 9 p.m.; you get the idea.
When I moved out of the house to go to college I never returned home, instead choosing to spend summers at my grandparents' summer place (see the cottage series), mostly supporting myself with money earned coaching and lifeguarding.
So that first summer wasn't much different; after a few weeks off from school I got into work full-time: practices at 7 a.m., pool office 10 - 2ish, filling in for absent lifeguards some afternoons, and practices in the evenings. I spent way too much time at the pool, and between meets, fundraising, and other activities I had very little time to myself.
I also wasn't sleeping well. It had been the same in high school; you'd think that having to be up at 5 and not getting home until 10 or 11 would result in me going straight to bed, but I didn't; I probably went through high school on four to five hours of sleep nightly; this was one of the ways that I justified skipping college classes later... sleeping in was just making up for lost time.
I'd always known that I loved diapers. There was never any doubt, even through the guilt and the junior high attempts to quit wearing them. It was that first summer of college, though, that I realized how much I loved them...
...and, ironically, it was a night that I somehow slept through practice.
I hadn't been sleeping well. Between staffing issues, a health department inspection, and pool rental fees I was barely staying ahead of, I had some worries. So one Friday afternoon, after I'd ensured every lifeguard would be reporting for work and written the monthly checks, I realized I had a few hours free. I decided to go back to the cottage for lunch.
I sat at the kitchen table, watching the water for a while. I always grew sleepy listening to the waves lap against the breakwall, and I found myself starting to tire.
I knew I had to at the pool in a few hours. I'd only intended to come home to eat and maybe relax an hour or two. Instead, I found myself walking into the bedroom, dropping my clothes to the floor, and heading for the diaper drawer.
I still remember today, years later, exactly how it smelled. This old wooden furniture at a year-round lakefront place... you opened the drawer and instantly caught a whiff of a mixture of must and cedar. Filling it with diapers during the summer meant the addition of diaper scents and baby powder. And those four smells together were the most comforting smell on earth.
I taped a diaper on and lay down on the bed. The cottage was always cooler indoors than out, and it was a chilly day to begin with. I pulled a blanket over me and lay there. Every care I'd had earlier in the day had disappeared, and I reached across the bed, grabbed a pacifier, and popped it in my mouth.
I knew it was important to be at practice, but something made me want to stay in bed. I turned over and lay on my stomach, listening to the waves lap against the wall. I felt the diaper press against my rear, and flexed so I could listen to the crinkle. In the distance boat motors hummed and shouts of waterskiers and swimmers carried across the water. To me it was all one big lullaby; within minutes I had drifted off. Sleeping like a baby...
It was dark when I woke up, and I was shocked. 10 p.m.??? I had slept more than eight hours.
I grabbed frantically for my phone, calling the pool. Derek, my least responsible lifeguard answered. Thank God, he'd at least shown up during part of his shift. As if reading my mind he assured me he'd been on time. I asked him what had happened during practice, and he told me that every swimmer had shown up and, in my absence, Derek had chosen to have them swim laps - something they'd enjoyed much more than the difficult practice they assumed I'd had planned for them.
"A few of them were worried about you. They say you never come late to a practice, much less just don't come... they were going to try to get their parents to drive them by to make sure you're okay."
I was on my feet in seconds, ripping a pair of shorts over my diaper, walking to the door to make sure it was locked. I thanked Derek and hung up, quickly calling the parent I felt most likely to make the trip around the lake. They were home, and after I apologized for leaving their kids in Derek's care they urged me to save my apologies.
"Everyone is entitled to a day off," I remember her telling me. "You're just two years older than our oldest, and you do so much... you need to remember to take some time to just be a kid every once in a while."
I remember looking down at my diaper and chuckling. If she only knew...
I think of that day as my diaper awakening.
That was the day that I came to fully accept, 100%, the role that diapers would play in my life.
I hadn't slept more than 4, 5 hours at a time in weeks. I'd tossed, turned, and thought about all of the various issues I would have to deal with the next day. Yet something about that diaper had transported me to such a peaceful, protected place, I'd fallen asleep against my own will and slept peacefully for hours. I hadn't consciously made a decision to blow off a practice, but I'd missed one - and I was all right with that.
Most importantly, I slept better than I ever had before; and I felt more at peace than I ever had before. It was a feeling that I would try to recreate many, many times...
...I didn't know why diapers make me feel that way, but I knew that they did. And I felt profoundly lucky to have anything that made me feel that good. It's a feeling I've never forgotten, a feeling I will always have as a part of me...
So why do diapers play such an important role in our lives?
Every time I log on to a diaper website I am amazed.
I remember, like it was yesterday, thinking I was alone in this.
Later, I would find DPF.com, and read text ads for ABies and DLs around the U.S.
Still, I remember involving non-ABDLs in my little diaper fetish because I couldn't find any actual ABDLs willing to do anything more than cyber online.
Today it seems like there are thousands of us, with new ABies, DLs, furries, and other fetish kids popping up on the internet on the daily.
I've met nearly two dozen in person, and have gotten to know some really well online.
I'm amazed by our numbers, and by the fact that, for all of our differences, we are so similar: we all have some kind of hang up that, basically, makes us want to stay in diapers forever.
When I explain to my friends, and people who aren't into this fetish that I've diapered, what it is about diapers that I like, they all seem to understand the part about wanting to feel peaceful... protected... cared for...
When I did the Pampers for Pay thing, the fact that I am sexually turned on by diapers was obvious, but usually not discussed. If I was asked about it I'd tell the diaper wearer that it was their ass that I found hot, and the diapers were a side thing - that usually satisfied them and made them feel warm and tingly enough to stop asking questions. It's harder to tell someone that you are attracted to a diaper than their ass in a diaper.
But, the truth is, I am attracted to all of it.
I love the way diapers make me feel... emotionally and physically.
I love a hot diapered ass - especially if it's attached to a swimmer like Christian. But I love padding up and getting down on all fours, too. I can toddlerize myself, or another ABDL, and enjoy each equally.
I guess, in a lot of ways, I'm 1/3 AB, 1/3 DL, and 1/3 sitter...
Truthfully, I know exactly what I love about diapers.
It's a list of things, honestly. And, as you've already seen if you've read this far, I can type all day long...
So I thought I'd pose the question to my readers:
What is it about diapers that you enjoy so much?
If someone unfamiliar with our fetish asked you why you love diapers,
what would you tell them?
Unsurprisingly, many of my readers find diapers to be both comforting and erotic, just like me. Their answers, in no particular order...
Mike, aka UAL1747
Hey Chris,
I've been a reader of your blog for quite some time, and I have to say some of the stuff you've posted lately is really deep, and I thank you for that-it has allowed me to really think about where my attraction to diapers has come from. Therefore, I feel like I should contribute to your blog in return for all it has given me.
Although I started out as mainly a DL, baby diapers had always hooked me; their smell and colors intrigued me. I think this is where my AB side comes in. Ultimately I like diapers from a combo of both AB and DL. The DL side of me loves the idea of wearing a diaper, the ability to use it when you need to and not have to miss something you're doing to go to the bathroom. It's the utilitarian uses of a diaper that attract me to them, for all intents and purposes they're practical.
What appeals to my AB side is the security of wearing a diaper. To me it means that I can take a break from all the worries and concerns of being an adult and enjoy the feeling of being as carefree as a child. Being a pilot, I always have to be in control and at the top of my game. Diapers represent the ability to take off my pilot hat and put in my pacifier so-to-speak. Diapers also represent the fact that you are cared for. As a baby your parents, siblings, or caretakers always changed your diaper, but as an adult baby, or teenbaby, you have to change yourself. I think this is where our desire to have a daddy or big bro comes from. How many of us have fantasized about being changed when we're changing ourselves?
Although as a DL and as an AB we enjoy diaper changes, but each for a different reason. As a DL you change because you need to, the diaper is wet or messy and you need a clean dry one so you can go back to whatever it is you're doing. As an AB you change because, although you do need it, you want to be changed. You want to share that intimate moment of showing someone else your naked self, and knowing that the person changing you cares about you. You feel safe and secure.
As for me, what really attracts me to diapers is/are diaper changes. I have always loved them, and some of my first memories are of having my diaper changed. Ultimately it is my AB side that is what really puss me to diapers in the first place. I associate them with being a kid and just being able to take a break from reality to recharge my batteries.
Thanks for letting me share this with you Chris,
Mike aka UAL1747
CoolGuyDan
Cwis,
If I had to explain my fascination with diapers to someone I would tell them that some people (myself included) like them because they provide a sense of security. I was molested by my uncle when I was 8. My sister was an infant at the time and I was jealous of her. She was totally cared for every moment of the day. I wanted that feeling and diapers did the trick. I would sneak diapers out of my sister's room (of course, they were way too small for me so I would just put them inside my underwear.
There are a lot of people out there who are not sexually turned on by diapers. For me diapers are not really a sexual thing: the just make me feel comfortable.
Check out Dan here.
Diaper David
My love for diapers is two-fold. I love the humiliation aspect of being diapered, and of being forced to wet and mess in my diapers. I'm not a baby by any stretch of the imagination, but I imagine myself wearing a diaper at a parents' request, kept in them for a parents' convenience, and forced to mess, and stay in my own mess for an extended period of time.
I also love the way they feel. I've had very litle in the way of sexual experiences, but I do a lot of jerking in my dorm, and there is nothing like wearing a wet and messy diaper while you are jerking it. I love the way it feels against my dick, and the way the diaper and it's contents fill my asscrack. It's very sensual, and as much as I would like to experiment with new sexual partners one day, I can pretty much do it all by myself as long as I'm wearing a diaper.
Thanks for posting this, Chris, and for writing about this topic in your blog, it's intresting to see what other people have to say about it. I hope we get to meet soon, keep blogging kid.
ABEddieCA
Actually, why diapers is a pretty easy question for me. Because they feel good. And using them feels good too.
Based on what I've read on various diaper sites over the years, I came to diapers late, that is in my 30's. The idea came to me after reading about DPF (Diaper Pail Friends) in The Advocate Classifieds. The thing that stood out for me was the idea that diapers feel good. But as much as I wanted to, I still held back from actually going out and buying them and wearing them. In the end I did, and am glad that I did.
abeddieca
James
About question 2, now this is a tough one. I feel like I always knew I had a thing for diapers, but I never really knew why. When I put on a diaper I get a rush of emotions. First off, it is very sexually arousing, even thinking about it can really get me going, if you know what I mean.
Sticking that last tape sends a wave of relaxation over my body. I am immediately put at ease and all the problems of the day melt away. It is a very comforting feeling.
There is also a physical aspect to wearing a diaper which is one reason I suspect there are more men then women in this fetish. The feeling of the soft warm padding against my manly parts is comforting. It is of course a very sensitive area and to have it held in place so carefully and yet so restrictively, is not only comforting but it is a little erotic. Now actually using a diaper is a completely different matter all together. While some people would imagine siting in your own urine or waste as being completely disgusting, for me it is quite enjoyable. As the padding swells around my crotch it creates a warm cushion to further deepen my regressed state.
I described it to my wife as: it's very comforting thing to wear a diaper. It brings me back to a time when I was much younger and I had much less responsibility. Feeling the thick padding between my legs reminds me of a carefree time in my life where all that mattered was what toys you were going to play with next. Since I am a DL the main draw of wearing a diaper is sexual, but I do enjoy hanging out in a dry diaper and being reminded of my childhood every time I hear that distinctive crinkle or feel that soft padding.
James
Disney_Freak429
I would say it isn't just about diapers, but the whole AB experience. There is nothing like being forced back into the most simple time of your life. Having to give up everything and depend solely on a caregiver. You have to eat, wear, and play with only what they want you to, and only things that are age appropriate. Having to use a thick diaper with a baby design to go potty and poopy at all times then not being able to do anything about your stinky mess until someone wants to change you. It's a release to give yourself up and go back to a time where it didn't matter if you wet.
Lane2K
I like how they feel wrapping me around my middle.
The odd sense of safety...and convenience.
And as I wear mostly under clothes, I like the secretiveness of being in public and in a diaper.
I simply enjoy the feeling I once had as an infant...carefree and in good care.
I am not so much an AB...though I can play the part.
I like cloth diapers for the feel and also a blanket sleeper.
It must be the sensory stuff...enclosed in cloth.
Maybe a feeling of not being able to get out... enclosure.
Jose Baby
Cwis,
Your blog is cool as shit, dude. I've been following it since early 2009, but this is the first time I've wanted to respond. Diapers is something I'm very passionate about, and when I'm given the opportunity to explain why I like them? I can't resist.
You should know that I am a professional model, and once had the chance to wear a diaper in a photoshoot. The shoot was an ad for medical clinics in South America. One day I may send the copy for you to post on the blog. For now, you'll have to settle for words on a page, since I can't have any pictures of me out there on the internet that could harm my career.
In Brazil babies are potty trained very early, as young as eight months of age. I was potty trained during the day by my first birthday, and stopped wearing diapers at night less than a year later. I don't have any memories of actually wearing a diaper, which is I think why I long to wear them so much.
I like the feelings that they give me: a comforted, protected feeling. I grew up with a mother who worked two or more jobs, and a father who worked for weeks at a time in other countries, so while I was loved as a child I was rarely cared for in a physical sense. I have read about other diaper guys who grew attached to their diapers because of a lack of care, but for me I wasn't in diapers for very long, so that isn't it at all.
I also like the way the diapers make me feel in a sexual manner. A diaper rubbing on my asshole is just the hottest feeling. I don't pee or poop in them, I just wear them. I like to just blast in tons of baby powder and let it rub against everything. I've exploded in diapers so hard I'm surprised they didn't have a blowout... I think everyone would find that diapers intensify sexual feelings,k and I'm surprised that more people don't use them in their lovemaking.
Keep blogging, when I'm too old to be a model anymore I'll send you some hot pics. Should be about 4, 5 years from now... so don't stop!
Jose
To Be Continued...
Later this week: more of what I love about diapers.
YOUR ANSWERS ARE NEEDED!
Every week or so I'll be posing a new question
related to the ABDL lifestyle.
I ask that, if you have any of value to say,
you respond
via email, YIM, text message, or comment to this blog.
Write as much, or as little, as you want.
When I write the next blog entry I'll include excerpts
of what is submitted.
Your input is valuable.
Seriously.
Whether you've contributed to this blog before
or never have;
whether you and I talk and text every day
or we've never talked before.
Whether you and I are friends or - well, not friends...
if you have something to add
please do.
QUESTION THREE:
What is the WORST thing about having a diaper fetish?
What REGRETS do you have?
Have diapers made you STRUGGLE in your life?
Please, be straight up and be honest...
Email: abysitter@gmail.com
YIM: abysitter
Text: 407-459-4675
Be sure to include your gender, age, and location.
Also include whether you are AB or DL.
If you want to be recognized by name, include it.
You can choose to include a profile link.
You can also include a photo - face, diaper, etc.
Or you can go anonymous;
just let me know if you want to be un-named.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Once again... ABDL makes the news...
[CWIS'S NOTE]: The following is an article from an Oklahoma City news outlet. It seems one of us has gotten into trouble again, tricking non-ABDLs into participating in our little "fantasy world."
THIS IS NOT OK!
I've diapered 50+ straight thugs with zero interest in diapers. At no time did I ever "trick" one. I never told one to close his eyes and then gave him a Pampered surprise. All knew exactly what was in store for them.
The "babysitters" here knew what was in store for them, as well - except they thought that they were taking care of an autistic teen. Not surprisingly, when he grab the sitter's daughter's tits and got an erection, they began to say "hmmmm..."
If anyone knows this young man's profile links, email me? It's abysitter@gmail.com.
Remember, innocent until proven guilty... sigh...
Man admits conning baby sitters by posing as autistic and wearing diapers
Published: Dec 11, 2010
BY NOLAN CLAY
An Oklahoma City man seeking sexual stimulation acted severely autistic and wore diapers to con baby sitters into caring for him, police reported.
He told police he did it "for a sexual purpose," court records show.
Mark Anthony Richardson Jr., 21, twice this year fooled baby sitters into watching him at their homes in Oklahoma City, police reported. The baby sitters told police he would get sexually aroused when they cleaned him while changing his diapers, police said.
Police said he grabbed the breast of one baby sitter's 18-year-old daughter during an overnight stay in September. Her mother told her "to go back to sleep because he did not know what he was doing," police reported.
Richardson was charged in October with a felony count of sexual battery and seven misdemeanor counts of outraging public decency. A judge this week scheduled his preliminary hearing for Jan. 5.
The sexual battery count covers the alleged groping of the 18-year-old woman's breast.
The outraging public decency counts cover seven times he allegedly caused a baby sitter to change his diapers. Prosecutors allege four times were on April 8 and three times were over three weeks in September.
Richardson — who is 4 feet 9 inches tall — is being held in the Oklahoma County jail.
Prosecutors allege Richardson found his victims from baby-sitting ads placed online at Craigslist. "This bizarre crime is yet another example of the dangers of letting individuals who we meet online into our homes," Oklahoma County Assistant District Attorney Jimmy Harmon said Friday.
Richardson was caught when his last baby sitter became suspicious after he stayed repeatedly at her family's home in September.
The woman told police her 18-year-old daughter had placed the online ad. She said a man — using the name "David" — called about watching his autistic son, "Alex." Police reported the caller described the son as 19 and said he still wears diapers, drinks formula from a bottle and uses a pacifier. Police now believe the caller was Richardson. The woman chose to baby-sit "Alex" instead of letting her daughter. The woman reported "Alex" first arrived at the house in a taxi at 2 one morning and stood on the porch saying "4121" over and over. The number is the start of the family's street address. He had $40 and a typed note from "David" that he needed to be fed, according to a police report of her interview. He was wearing a soiled diaper and very old clothes. He also had a backpack with diapers, ointment, a bottle and a pacifier. The woman said that on that first night she changed his diaper and got him clean clothes. She said she read him a bedtime story because he kicked and screamed when she put him in bed. She said she gave him a bottle with baby formula which he drank "with a straight face." She later gave him a bottle of Kool-Aid. She reported that during most stays he would not be still when she changed his diapers. "He would get up and run around the house. She would have to catch him to finish putting his diaper back on," police reported. "Looking back on everything now, knowing he was not autistic while she was wiping him and cleaning him up completely disgusts her," police reported. "She believed initially she was caring for an autistic person, but he was actually someone using her to get stimulated." Police Inspector Priscilla Helm reported in a court affidavit that Richardson on Oct. 5 admitted he "conned this family and did it … for attention." "He also admitted to doing this in April 2010 with another woman. He conned her by portraying he was autistic. … He also advised all of these acts were for a sexual purpose." He is on probation for a 2008 arson charge. His mother said Friday he needs psychological help at a mental institution, not to be sent to a hard-core prison with murderers and rapists who could kill him. She would not disclose her name. "He has some mental disabilities. He's had them since he was born," she said. "This is not your average, everyday, walking-the-street citizen. … He lives in a fantasy, not a reality."
Thursday, December 9, 2010
UAE Kids Have it Made...
http://gulftoday.ae/portal/9e124902-7707-4351-996b-9fbedfa884a8.aspx
Diapered until five, five and a half... because mothers are busy working?! It's a 'cultural norm' in the United Arab Emirates...
...have to admit, that's my kind of culture!
People always ask me what age I would be if I could be any age. My answer is always the same: just turned 2!
Now it'll be JUST TURNED 2 - IN THE UNITED ARAB EMIRATES!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
This Week's Blog Question: REVISED!
I got a TON of feedback from yesterday's blog entry, ranging from other disposable diaper aficionados to people who wished I'd gotten their feedback in time to post it... grrrr!
There's still time. But, judging from a few of the responses that I have received, some of you were confused about the question for this week's blog entry.
What I want to know is, if someone who did not know a thing about our lifestyle ask you the simple question "what is it about diapers that you like?" what would you tell them? What exactly is it about diapers, related infantile paraphernalia, or any other aspect of this fetish that you like?
Be as specific or as detailed as you want to. Your feedback is what makes this blog so kick ass.
Thanks!
Email me: abysitter@gmail.com
Sunday, December 5, 2010
What makes us tick? Part II
I'm not a big fan of GoodNites.
Pull-Ups. Training pants. They're just not my thing...
I prefer disposable diapers.
Pampers is my brand. The word Pampers is probably my favorite word. And I'm a big fan of Huggies and Luvs, too.
I wear Attends. Abena X-Plus. A friend recently left me some SuperDry Kids... very realistic. And the new ABUniverse Cushies? Oh my God... so realistic.
On the various diaper community websites I frequently see older guys with cloth diapers and plastic pants pictures.
I won't lie... cloth diapers can be hot. On the right bottom, they can be hawt. And with the right plastic pants? They can be downright adorable.
But they're not really my thing...
Likewise, I am seeing more and more training pant pictures creeping into the photo galleries.
And again... on the right ass... Pull-Ups can be beautiful.
But they're not for me either.
In fact, they kind of annoy me.
It's like these young guys are trying to skip right out of diapers...
...trying to be grown.
Grr.
Why am I so into disposables?
That's a good question.
True confession: I was adopted as an infant.
At somewhere around nine months of age my adoptive parents - who I'll just refer to as my parents from this point - brought me home.
When I was a kid, we were poor as fuck. My father had recently returned from Vietnam, and my mother was just starting out in her career when they were notified that they'd been approved to adopt. They'd recently purchased a new house - a fix-me-up for sure - and they had very little disposable income.
Disposable income.
Pampers were introduced in the decade before I was born. They'd already been out for nearly two decades, but they hadn't quite caught on and were, in fact, used in less than half of U.S. households.
My parents chose cloth.
I grew up wearing pre-fold Birdseye cloth diapers and white, translucent training pants.
I still remember them today. Because - and, if you're a regular blog reader, you already know this - I wore them well into my childhood. Mostly, in secret.
I was still wearing cloth diapers after I'd outgrown them. The pins were strained to their maximum, the diaper not even closing adequately around my little ass, and I was still forcing them to fit.
The plastic pants had long since ceased to fit, and I was finding ways to make the diapers work.
My brother and I were - briefly - allowed to wear them while we played. I vividly remember the two of us running around in cloth diapers, wrestling and playing with Lincoln Logs and other toys. I was in heaven...
...in cloth diapers.
Yet, quite obviously, my instinctive nature is to wear disposables.
Hmm...
I love everything about disposable diapers.
I love the way they feel.
I love the way they smell.
I love the way they sound. Who among us doesn't love that crinkle?
Crinkle... crinkle...
Cloth diapers don't crinkle.
Plastic pants don't crinkle.
Disposable diapers make the sound I love. The sound I've been in love with since I was a little kid.
Yet I grew up in cloth diapers. So what's the deal?
Excuse me if I get a little personal here; it's my blog, and while I know I have a small number of haters, detractors, and jealous fucks, 95% of you read this blog as my friends, and I am writing this entry for you, so... a little personal...
I know very little about my biological parents.
I know that their lives were a mess. Addicted, underage.
I know that I was given up for adoption in the first days of my life.
I know nothing else.
Nor do I really care to know.
While I wish the laws at the time had required medical records to be saved, and I've always wondered if I have siblings, I'm okay without knowing anything more. I was lucky to be adopted into a loving family, and I'm happy with that.
I do know a little bit about my months in foster care, though.
I know because my foster parents - who served as the bridge between my biological parents and my parents - wrote a letter to say goodbye.
They weren't permitted to meet my parents, but they were allowed to write them a letter, which they did.
The letter was short and to the point. It talked about how much they loved me during the short time that they had me, and detailed some of the things that I liked.
One of those things? Disposable diapers.
Why my foster parents chose to include that I liked disposable diapers over cloth I'll never know. And, while I don't care to meet my biological parents, I would love to meet my foster parents. I'd like to ask them... what the fuck? What did you do to instill this lifelong desire to wear disposable diapers in me?
They worked some magic, that's for sure.
Because, while I grew up in cloth diapers, I always yearned for disposables.
While most kids were shamed by diapers, and were grateful to be potty trained and say good bye to them forever, I desperately tried to hold on to mine.
I'll never know what those six, seven months with my foster parents were like... and why I grew to love disposable diapers so much that, years later, I'd be unwilling to ever give them up.
I'll never know what caused them to include that one tidbit in their letter.
It's almost like that letter would define the rest of my life...
A survey posted at www.understanding.infantalism.org suggests that many of us are attracted to the kinds of diapers we wore when we grew up.
It suggests that we don't necessarily remember what we wore.
We may, in fact, have very few memories of actually wearing diapers, since we have, for the most part, very few memories of our own infancy.
The survey implies that many of us choose our preferred diaper as we try to re-create our infancy in later life.
In a future blog entry I'll delve more into the science of ABDL, and the theories behind it.
Now, I present some awesome feedback I received from some of my readers...
Seth: A Desire for Diaper Humiliation?
My name is Seth. I'm a long time, previously shy follower. :) I identify as a baby boi and I've been exploring my AB/DLisms for the past ten years or so. Anyhow, I wanted to respond to your question regarding my first memory of realizing that something was different about me, relating to diapers. Here goes...
There are a myriad of theories about what sparks our fetish from an early age, but I believe mine to revolve around the pure humiliation aspect of being in a diaper. As much as I love my parents dearly, I feel a lot of this went back to them. My parents were very old school and often believed that humiliation and the threat thereof were the quick solution to solving behavioral issues, regardless of how minor they were.
Upon going to kindergarten, I absolutely hated school. The counselors had suggested to my parents to skip me up a grade on several occasions and to this day I have no clue as to why they refused. All I knew was that I was bored and frustrated, which often turned into constant crying from me. My father, rather than talking it over with me, came home one day and absolutely blew up upon hearing that I had cried all day at school. This all happened about 20 years ago, but I'll never forget his threat to me. He claimed he was going to put me in Pampers and stand me outside the school so everyone could see what I baby I was.
Now of course if a parent acted on that type of threat, they'd be locked up. As a kid, I didn't know that. All I knew was that my father had somehow punched a King Kong-sized hole in my self-esteem and I couldn't get the thought of being in a diaper out of my head. In a way, it started to become a weird obsession of mine. Going into first grade, I would find myself writing little stories about being humiliated and heavily degraded while in diapers. It intrigued me in amazingly intense ways that I couldn't understand. After writing something elaborate, I always tore up my stories out of awkward shame, but I'd be back at it the next afternoon when school was out. When I saw diaper commercials or walked past a diaper display in the store, I always felt this weird, deep-rooted embarrassment. Heaven forbid anyone playfully teased me about diapers; it made me feel awkward on the inside for days on end.
My parents threatened me with diapers again for a different reason when I was around nine years old. My desire silently intensified into my teenage years. My parents never actually acted on their diaper threats in my childhood, but it always stuck in my mind.
Overall, this sums up my first realizations that something was different about me and how I felt about diapers. I trace it back to the humiliation threats my parents used. I think at that young of an age, I confused the threats as a genuine show of love and it made me feel good. As weird as that probably sounds, I really believe that to be the "root" of my AB/DL fetish.
Gordo Pup: A Snowball Causing An Avalanche...
My first memory of diapers is the day I tried one on for the first time. I was 11, and I remember having a nervous excitement waiting for everyone to leave the house for the afternoon. I know I had a sudden curiosity to see what they felt like, that possibly built up over a dew days. Obviously I knew these curiosities were a little weird, seeing how I waited for guaranteed privacy... I remember as soon as they'd pulled the car from the driveway I was out of my seat and straight up to my sister's bedroom, opening the closet and feeling an almighty rush as I took a small baby diaper from the package. I unfolded it, briefly stuffed it into my underwear, and with a moment of 'oh, so that's what they feel like,' took it off and put it back innocently. Talk about a snowball causing an avalanche...
DBadBoy10: Adult Diapers Awaken Memories of a Simpler Time...
My first memory of diapers? It was when I first got my first diaper, it was in my mom's room. I was looking for something she had taken away from being bad. I found an adult diaper; it was too big for me, but I still tried it out, and I knew I was different after that.
But I'm sure diapers were meant for me, because I liked being a baby, because that was the time in which I didn't have to do anything and a simpler time. I knew I was different, because of that.
I'm a male, 28, and in Massachusetts. I am a ABDL. Mostly an AB, because I like the outfits and accessories.
You can check out this respondent's YouTube channel here.
James: Equating Diapers with Love...
Hey Cwis this is James (@closetdl), we follow each other on twitter. I'm an avid reader of your blog so when I saw your post about getting feedback I had to respond. I have actually wrote about a couple experiences relating to my first diaper memories on my new blog, http://aclosetlife.blogspot.com I encourage you to check out the posts "my first experience" and "the year was 1988".
The very short story is, when I was 4 I was jealous of the attention my sister got when she was born and I figured it was because she wore diapers and I didn't. At a family party a few years later I found my grandparent's stash of baby diapers for all my cousins and I tried one. Something clicked inside me that night but it wasn't until a few years later when I had to wear diapers that I got to explore those feelings and discover my love of diapers.
You can read the blog entry here; I've also included it below:
The year was 1988. I was a 2nd grader and my life was about to change forever. Ok, it's really not that dramatic but it is where it all began.
1988 was the year my sister was born. I was 3 1/2 at the time and I was very impressionable and very jealous. It's the typical story, my sister was getting all the attention and I was feeling left out. I actually have a picture of the moment I connected my jealousy of my sister with the fact that she was wearing diapers.
I remember that day very well. My family and I were vacationing in New Hampshire and we were hanging around the condo we had rented. My sister was getting a lot of attention and I was feeling left out. It was at that time my sister and I posed with my mother for a picture. In this picture my sister (less than 1 year old) and I (4 years old) were sitting on my mother's lap and I am clearly staring at my sister's diaper. My 4 year old brain figured that she was getting so much more attention because either she was smaller than me or she was wearing a diaper and of course I went with the diaper solution.
That was the moment I associated diapers with love and attention. That moment changed my life forever. Every time I go back to my parents house and I see that picture and feel lucky to actually have a picture of the moment that defined who I would be for the rest of my life.
Dprderic: A Yes or NO Question; A Fear of Bathrooms...
I've read your blog for a while now and have enjoyed your stories and insights into our beloved, strange little (so to speak) world. Up until your recent post, I have not commented on your blog because I just haven't had the nerve, but your question (What makes us tick?) is an intriguing one, which I've tried to answer myself many times. I even wrote a letter to my boyfriend in hopes of explaining all of this to him. It worked... somewhat. He still doesn't understand, but at least he's trying. However, that's a story for another day.
Inspired by your blog, I reread the letter and found my answer to your question. I've copied it below and hope that it helps.
Thanks for reading,
Tony (Dprderic)
Twitter: @dprderic
Dallas, TX
Just like with my attraction to boys, my attraction to diapers started at a very young age. As far back as I can remember I wanted to wear one again, was intrigued by the fact that I had worn one but didn’t remember it, didn’t remember what it felt like. And I succeeded in finding a diaper and wearing it; unfortunately, it was part of an experiment, a dare really, that involved my cousins and sister, and I was the first one to put it on. It didn’t matter to me really if none of them ever tried it on; the dare was a pretext for my own desire to wear a diaper. I don’t remember how old I was at the time, probably younger than ten because I was still in elementary school. Well, of course, my parents caught me; I think my sister told them what I was doing. My mother asked the question I wanted to hear but didn't get to answer truthfully: “Do you want to put back into diapers?”
I’ve always found this type of question strange, because it doesn’t seek a truthful answer but instead the answer the asker wants to hear. It’s the same question asked by a parent who has caught their son wearing girl’s clothes: “Do you want to be a girl?” While the answer may be obvious to the child, there’s a tone and facial expression in the parent or guardian asking the question that orders only one response: “No.” So, instead of asking why the child felt the
need to experiment with diapers, the clothing of the opposite sex, or any other number of things, the parent punishes the child for experimenting, something all children do and should be encouraged to do, as long as their safety is not in jeopardy.
Anyway, I’ve gotten a bit off track, but that’s my first experience with a diaper that I can remember. Though I do have fractured memories of being in daycare desperately wanting to be taken to the baby room and treated like a baby, wanting to wear a diaper, play with their toys. Babies, after all, are never forced to play with each other, they are free to do their own thing, and then they don’t have to mess with that strange room where everyone goes to do their business. I hated and feared bathrooms. Don’t know where that fear came from, but I know it was there, and remains there to this day, albeit in a more muted, manageable kind of way.
Dan: An 'Aha' Moment
My name is Dan and I'm a 25-year-old DL from Kansas City, KS. I thought I would share a little story with you and your viewers.
This may not be the first time I realized that I was interested in diapers, but it was the 'aha' moment.
I grew up in the church. My father was a deacon and also ran the sound system for all the church services. When I was 11 I went with him to the church one night so he could get ready for a Christmas program. Another member of the church came to help and he brought his son, (we'll call him M). M was my age so we went to explore the church while our dads worked. We ended up in the nursery where we found a cabbage patch doll that was diapered. We began playing catch with the doll when M said he had an idea. He took the doll into the bathroom and a few minutes later asked me to find some tape.
I went and got a roll of mailing tape from the office and gave it to him. A few minutes later he came out and threw the doll in the toy box. I noticed that the doll was no longer wearing the diaper. I asked him what happened to it and he said that he was wearing it. I dared him to prove it so he unzipped his pants and showed me. I knew from a very early age that I liked diapers but this is when it really hit me. Here was a cute friend of mine wearing a baby diaper!
We continued playing for a while. We got out the finger paints, and M ended up painting the front of the diaper. We even went into the sanctuary to see if our dads noticed that he was wearing a diaper. They were oblivious. Not too much later, M went back into the bathroom. When he came out he said he wasn't wearing the diaper anymore. I asked him why and he said that he had wet it. After that night we never mentioned this event again.
This was my first and only diaper experience with anyone else.
Keep up the good work on the site. It is one of my favorites!
You can check out CoolGuyDan online.
Baby Aspie: A Need For Diapers...
I am a male adult baby, I am 22 years old I am from North Carolina.
I guess the first time I ever knew something was different about me and diapers was one day when I was about 4 perhaps 5 or 6 I was in the grocery store and I begged my mum to buy some diapers so I could put diapers on my stuffed duck named Jeremy. When she bought them I was so happy and while I don't remember the ride home I do remember running to my room with a package full of diapers for newborns, grabbing Jeremy and quickly putting a diaper on him and hugging him with great joy more so than the usual joy I had in hugging him. I also remember as I hugged Jeremy needing a diaper myself it wasn't a want it was a need to me it was a need as important as needing food or needing water and it felt horrible not being able to fulfill that need.
You can check out Baby Aspie online. His series of pictures are here.
Diaper David: Orlando Memories
I don't consider myself a collegebaby since I am 90% DL and only 10% AB. Pacifiers and bottles don't turn me on. I just like to wear diapers, wet and messy, and change other hot guys diapers. But I like reading your blog for the pictures and some of the stories are hot. I wanted to share my own for a while, and now I have the chance to do it.
I grew up a few hours outside of Orlando. As a child my parents would take us to Orlando several times a year for vacations. Usually we'd spend a long weekend at the Disney resorts and waterparks. It was some of the best times we had as a family, and I'll never forget it. (It's probably why I chose to go to school in Orlando, although I've only been to Walt Disney World twice since I came here, fuck!)
Anyway, when I was a kid, I was potty trained at age two or three. So young I don't even remember it. What I do remember is that, when we would travel up to Orlando for the weekend, my Mom would go to the grocery store and buy a big bag of diapers. And, regardless of how we felt about it, we would be in them for the car ride and, until I got to be about eight or nine, every minute we were at the park.
I know that it seems ridiculous that we would be in diapers at age eight or nine; it did to us, too. The worst part is that we were so desperate not to have to use the diapers that we would ask to go to the bathroom at every bathroom we came to, thinking it might be our last chance to go before a long line for a ride. If we were in line for an attraction and I had to pee, no amount of begging or pleading would convince my Mom to abandon the line; she'd just say, in a clear voice audible to all around us, "that's why we brought diapers, David," and the answer would be clear to everyone. I'd try to hold it until it hurt, and then just gush, and I'm sure everyone in line with us could tell by my red face that I'd surrendered to the urge to pee. So if we passed a bathroom we'd 'have to go', and my Mom would tell my Dad he had to take us in. My Dad would follow us to the stall and we'd go in by ourselves, untape the diaper, and go; so many times I wanted to rip the diaper off and flush it, and only fear of my Dad would stop me. I'd open the door and my father would walk right in, pull the diaper around my fanny, and tape it like it was nothing. Everyone could hear what had happened, and then I was expected to walk right out like it was nothing...
It's funny, because I remember at the time feeling like being forced to wear diapers was child abuse, and I know it ruined the trip for me on at least one or two occasions. Ten years later, though, I'm diapering myself every chance I get, and I can't wait to go to Disney in diapers. A lot changes in ten years... pun intended.
Cwis again.
I'll be including a few more pieces of feedback in my next post, and I'll get into the posts above quite a bit more.
I find this feedback fascinating, and although I sort of expected a consensus - some sort of theme from respondent to respondent - and was surprised by the variety of answers, it's easy to find similarities between some of the answers.
Seth's parents threatened to humiliate him with the forced wearing of diapers. David's parents forced him to wear diapers during Disney trips, causing humiliation. Both, years later, yearn for that same feeling, and use diapers to achieve it.
Dprderic and Dan both had experiences with diapers as young children, and both realized at very young ages that they wanted to remain in them. Aspie was allowed to put diapers on a stuffed animal and realized he, too, wanted to wear them. None of these really ever outgrew diapers... and all vividly remember the first moment they realized they were attracted to them.
James was jealous of the attention a younger sibling was getting, and remembers the moment that he began to associate diapers with love and attentio; he's even lucky enough to have a picture of it. His story is similar to my own; I was lucky enough to have a letter chronicling my own affinity for disposable diapers, but wish I knew more to the story behind it.
What's your story?
Why do you wear diapers? I, and my readers, would love to hear about it for a future blog entry. My contact information is below...
...and thanks, a lot, to all who answered Question #1.
YOUR ANSWERS ARE NEEDED!
Every week or so I'll be posing a new question
related to the ABDL lifestyle.
I ask that, if you have any of value to say,
you respond
via email, YIM, text message, or comment to this blog.
Write as much, or as little, as you want.
When I write the next blog entry I'll include excerpts
of what is submitted.
Your input is valuable.
Seriously.
Whether you've contributed to this blog before
or never have;
whether you and I talk and text every day
or we've never talked before.
Whether you and I are friends or - well, not friends...
if you have something to add
please do.
QUESTION TWO:
What do you think attracts you to diapers?
Be specific: AB, DL, or combo?
Explain as much, or as little, as you want.
NOT the history...
what is it about diapers
(or any other aspect of this fetish)
that you love today?
Email: abysitter@gmail.com
YIM: abysitter
Text: 407-459-4675
Be sure to include your gender, age, and location.
Also include whether you are AB or DL.
If you want to be recognized by name, include it.
You can choose to include a profile link.
You can also include a photo - face, diaper, etc.
Or you can go anonymous;
just let me know if you want to be un-named.
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