My story isn't quite like those of other adult/teen babies, in that I'm not very much into being a baby. I do enjoy being in diapers, but being a "baby" isn't quite a part of it. Over time I've developed a "character" (thank my D&D days for that one!) who best exemplifies my younger personality.

I was born in Cambridge, New York, and lived in a three story house outside New York City in a town called Chappaqua with my parents. I was adopted, for reasons of my mother's inability to have children herself. My parents had been considering another child, and just in case, they kept the leftover diapers from when I was younger in the closet in my room. I don't remember much of my first incident with diapers, except from what my parents have told me. Supposedly I had found some of the diapers, and went into the closet and tried to put one on. My mom heard noise in the closet and came in, and found me with the diaper. My parents took me into the living room and explained that I didn't need diapers any more, and asked why I had the diaper. I told them that I just wanted to try one on. They said that I didn't have to use them, and told me not to do it again. I don't recall trying to do that again until I was about five, when my best friend slept over one night.

I asked him if he wanted to try one on, and he said OK. Didn't really put it on, to my disappointment, just kind of stuck it between his legs over his pajamas, and giggled. He then threw it to me, and I ducked under the covers, removed my clothes, and secured the diaper with some tape. He giggled when I came out, and we went to bed. I don't remember if I took the diaper off or not, but I do remember that my parents didn't say anything if they knew. After that, my next experience was after we moved to Florida when I was 7.

I was going through the closet in my 'playroom' and I found a half- empty bag of Luvs diapers. I built a fort with some large red mats that my parents had used in New York for group therapy (my mother is a psychologist and my father is a marriage counselor). I took the bag of diapers and put them in the fort along with a large baby blanket I had on my bed. I had put bubblewrap outside the structure to warn me if someone came in. I put the diaper on and absolutely loved it. I did this several times, and eventually my mom peeked in and saw me in the diaper. I didn't know at the time, but she later asked me what I did in the fort. I told her I didn't do anything, and she asked me about the diapers. "Do you pretend to be a baby in there?" I said no. She said ok, and the next time I looked for the diapers, they were gone.

The next time I was able to get diapers was when I got a new bike, I think I was about 10 at the time. There was a drugstore that had just been built, and I gathered my money and decided to buy a bag of diapers. I live in a group of houses that has only one entrance/exit, and there was a wall and fence that separated the shopping center from my community. A friend and I had found a hole in the fence through which we could fit, as there was an ice cream place near the drug store, and we liked to go there frequently. I rode my bike to the end of my street, and hid it in the bushes near the hole. I squeezed through the hole and walked across an empty lot towards the store. I went in, pulled out a "shopping list" (a piece of paper with the word "diapers" on it), paused for a moment as I glanced over it, and went to the rightmost aisle.

I didn't find the diapers there, and I quickly went to the back aisle of the store and walked down looking down each row for the diapers. I eventually found them near the middle of the store. I looked them over, with a quick glance around me every now and then to make sure that no one I knew was watching me. I pulled off a bag of the largest diapers they had, and walked to the checkout lines. I found the shortest line, put the package on the counter and waited. The lady at the register smiled and said hello, I said hi back. She told me the total, I gave her a ten dollar bill, got my change and left. I walked back to the hole, with the diapers in a plastic bag. I then pushed the diapers through the gap in the fence, and squeezed through myself. I got on my bike and went as fast as I could towards home. I knew my parents would see me with the bag when I came in, so I put them in the bushes in the driveway. Both my parents worked, and I knew they would be going back to their offices shortly to see their clients. They said hi when I came in, and I smiled as I took off my shoes. By that time, I was ready for lunch. My mom made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and said she had to go to work. I said bye, and my dad left shortly thereafter. As soon as I saw they were gone, I ran out to the bushes and brought in the package.

I opened the package at the top, and pulled out a diaper. The smell of a fresh diaper excited me, and I had to put one on. I looked at it, and quickly took off my clothes. I sat down on the carpet and carefully put it on. I was in heaven. The clock said 3:16, and I knew my parents would be home around four. I piled my clothes on the couch (I did my work in the 'office' - a converted garage with several computers, a tv, and lots of boxes still unpacked from the move). I sat around watching TV in just a diaper until 3:30. I then realized that I had to hide my diapers somewhere before my parents got home. Then I remembered a plan that I had. My uncle owns a hardware store in Tampa, and the last time I was there, I had built a wooden box with a lock on it. I stuffed as many diapers on it as I could, and found that I could fit all but six in it. I then put a small lock I had on the box and put it in the closet. I took the rest of the diapers in (still in bag) and hid them in my playroom closet. I knew my parents would be home soon, so I took my diaper off and stuffed it under the couch in the office. I quickly re-dressed, and went back to the TV. When my parents came home, they had no clue as to my actions. Every now and then, I would wear a diaper to bed, and get up and take it off before my mom would come in to wake me up for school.

This continued for almost two years, until I was caught. My mom was changing the sheets on my bed, and she found a diaper. She asked me about it, and I said I just liked them. She told Ime that I was to never touch diapers again, and to give her the rest. I went to the closet and pulled out the bag with the six diapers. She seemed satisfied, and took them elsewhere. I eventually found them in a hall closet, and took them back. This went on for another 6 months, at which time I was caught again. This time I was threatened with going to see a psychologist next time I was caught. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to give up my diapers either - I went back to my diaper habits about three weeks later. It was discovered again, and they took me to a shrink. She told my parents to just let me have my diapers, and I would outgrow it. (I haven't yet, and it's been over a year - which has puzzled my psychologist.)

Since then, I've continued wearing diapers, despite my mother's warnings that if people found out, they'd "never talk to me again". Of those people who have found out (friends, my college roommate, and a few boyfriends along the way), nobody has said anything negative (about the diapers, anyway).

Apparently I have developed a bit of a reputation in the club scene around here for wearing diapers. At this point, I guess I don't really care much. I've had many stable realtionships with people who know about them, and have simply accepted them. It isn't as strange as it seems, and I do have my reasons.