Diapered For Life
DIAPERED FOR LIFE
Mommy was fed up with me. I think she reached her breaking point. Mommy was sick and tired of having to diaper me 24/7 since my motorcycle accident a year ago.
Yes I'm fully healed at this point and don't need the diapers anymore. I just love them now and I do kind of need them because I never know when I'm peeing.
And it's a fact if I don't have a diaper on when I wake up in the morning my mattress is soaked, so I'm convinced I need diapers still at least medically at night probably due to the accident.
But during the daytime I just become so lazy and then I kind of like them. I don't just kind of like them, I love them. I love the attention I get when I go to the store with my mommy. Yes I still call my mom mommy. I figure I'm in diapers so we might as well do this baby thing.
And believe me my mommy does baby me, but before all this??? I had my own place. A little town house in downtown Manhattan. Hours of Wall Street investor working 12-14 hours a day. The stocks in the bonds I was a master at my craft prior to the accident.
I dated the most famous stars you can think of. But of course I cannot mention them for legality purposes. But my life has always been rich with wealth. My father passed away before I was born. He was in the oil business and he died in Saudi Arabia on a oil rig that malfunctioned.
Because of the pending lawsuits the well company settled out of court for millions of dollars so my life growing up a single child I always went to private school. My mommy was involved with stocks and traded and taught me the business. She also worked 12-14 hours a day and I never saw mommy half the time.
We had a Spanish nanny who still lives with my mommy to this day. But growing up she did not speak any English and when she moved in to mommies huge house in upper Manhattan I was 4 years old at the time.
I was a very large child that could easily pass for six but I still wore diapers. Mommy never had the time to potty train me. She was gone all the time! She had a lot of boyfriends as my mother was very beautiful when she was young. She didn't have to work but she did.
Because of all the hours mommy worked our first nanny who took care of me thought I was retarded and never bothered to potty train me either. My mommy was so busy with work she just believed the same thing, that I was very slow.
After all I couldn't talk at 4 years old. I would just grunt and moan and cry a lot. I was very shy and very much acted like a baby. Loved to play with my cars all day long. All I knew was a diapered life.
But my new nanny's name is Sylvian. Since her arrival when I was 4 years old and the fact she did not speak any English as she had just arrived to our country on a work visa that my mom had gotten for her. She was and still is a beautiful woman from Colombia.
When the old nanny explained my situation to Sylvia she could not believe I was still in diapers and instantly wanted to have me potty trained. My mother told Sylvia that "no, Bobby is a special boy" she would say and in perfect Spanish as my mommy was fluent in Spanish.
The two of them would talk for hours and hours and they are best friends even to this day. But after mommy explained to her that I was a little slow and could not even talk yet. Then she understood and she very much treated me like a baby. So now I had two mommies.
So early on in my life, way before my motorcycle accident, I knew about diapers!
I am 30 years old now and up to the point of my accident. I did not wear diapers at all at the time. But secretly I think I did like them but just always kept it to myself. Probably because I never was fully potty-trained. I know that may sound a little silly.
Let me explain. When Sylvia took over for the old nanny she just assumed that I was very slow and just kept me in diapers 24/7 without even thinking twice about it. I was very much a spoiled little brat and didn't get fully potty trained until I was much older.
I have very little memories about my 0 to 7 years old point of my life. I don't remember any of it. None of it. So maybe I was slow. Maybe I wasn't. I don't know. But I know they treated me like a baby because of all the videos and pictures I discovered. Those videos and pictures the day after my first accident or rather tragedy. My mommy and Sylvia and myself from the pictures and video, we are all at the zoo.
Here I am a seven year old boy in a stroller where the cute little baby diaper bag underneath. This big stroller had everything you can possibly think of on it. Little spots for my baby bottle which I still used. Places for changing mat and other diaper and supplies.
We all look very happy in the pictures and as I'm watching this video for the first time now. Almost 8 years old at this point I cannot believe that I was in a diaper and a stroller. I didn't have any memory. I have zero memory up to this day at the zoo.
We were looking at the Penguins according to the video. I cannot see in my stroller so my mommy and Sylvia lift me out and hold me high enough to get a good view. I am so heavy though it took both of them to prop me up on top of or near the top of the exhibit.
Just then there is a fight that starts to break out nearby and they appear to be gang members as one man is running out towards the exit of the exhibit. Another man not seen in the video shoots the man running out of the exhibit. The sound of the gun going off startled Sylvia and she dropped me into the exhibit with the penguins.
Of course I can't swim and you can see in the video I sink to the bottom of this exhibit for penguins. I had no memory of life up into this point.
My mommy and Sylvia are jumping around panicking as I cannot reach the top of the exhibit high enough to get me. I just sat there drowning. The Penguins actually knew that I was in danger and they were swirling around chirping very loudly. At least 5 minutes go by and everybody is in shock. Nobody knows really what to do.
Everyone's running around, my mommy is screaming at people "help help my baby my baby he's drowning, Bobby, someone help my love my Bobby!"
Sylvia was in such a panic she was blurting out Spanish words everywhere. I did not understand finally a groundskeeper jumps up. I don't know where and in with the penguins he went to save me.
There was at least 20 people nearby and only one man did anything. Everyone else video taped it with their phone. This brave mexican groundskeeper jumped in and pulled me from the water. He brought me out and I was completely limp. I looked like a wet noodle being pulled out of the water exhibit.
He attempted to do CPR because I appeared to be dead, lifeless, just sitting there blue to the face. It was just an 1 phone message just like that. All of a sudden I'm alive fully aware of my surroundings of life for the first time.
I'm looking at all these people around me looking at me. Then I look at this man sitting next to me and he is in shock. Everybody's in shock like they just seen a miracle. And that's exactly what they saw. The birth of a person but actually being born a second time.
I see this woman who is yelling from the other side of the exhibit yelling "Bobby Bobby oh thank you Lord thank you Lord oh my Lord you're okay my love I love you so much Bobby bring me my Bobby bring Bobby to me."
The mexican groundskeeper looks me over to make sure I'm okay. I look at him with a puzzled look on my face of why am I wet? Where am I? Who am I? Who are these women these two women yelling at me and giving me praise? Who is Bobby?
I'm thinking who am I? Who is this man looking me over? Why am I wearing this thick white plastic thing? (as I look down between my legs and there's a diaper on me fully soaked almost ready to fall off.)
The groundskeeper extorts me from the exhibit to I presume is my mother and friend. This is like meeting the first three people of my life. There is such a commotion going on. Not just over me. Who is the man that got shot on the other side of the exhibit?
At this point in time things are very confusing to me. I'm just trying to get my surroundings in my bearings of what's going on. This woman hugs me and kisses me all over. This woman is my mother.
I can tell that her friend is from another nationality but I did not know what nationalities were. I did not know really what anything was really. I just understand at this point that wow this is life. It is at that moment that I was reborn only in a mature almost 8 year old frame.
I don't know who I am at this point but I know I'm not retarded and I can speak. This was very shocking to my newly found mother and her friend that I was to find out was not only her friend but I would later find out that she lived with us and she was my nanny.
The name I keep a hearing..at this point I don't really know what a nanny is. I just know these two women are very happy that I am alive. Everybody is happy I'm alive. To have two events like this happen simultaneously in a huge exhibit hall field full of sea life.
The man who was shot instantly died and there were two ambulance's, one for me and one for him. I could see they were side-by-side and they are loading me in a stretcher to check my vital signs. They were carrying the deceased man on another stretcher to the ambulance adjacent to me.
I didn't know at this point what an ambulance is. I just know from video looking back and can go from just that but at this point I am soon to discover that I am a boy. I'm starting to discover the world I'm in.
This big house and this woman keeps changing this device called a diaper. I thought everyone worn diapers at first. I thought this was very normal. Even though at this point I am not slow or mentally retarded I just assume this is how you relieve yourself, both pee and poop.
I could not believe that I am in this ambulance and all of my vital signs are being checked. I know at this point what life is. I just don't know what life is about and who are these people. I learned very fast everything. I learned that indeed not everyone wore diapers. None of these people in the hospital were diapered. Just me.
There is nobody else in this hospital room. Eventually someone arrived with a diaper for me. That is when I realized who this woman was, or who these two women were. First my mother and Sylvia. That is when I first discovered Silvia was my nanny and now I could talk.
Not really talk but I would make different sounds that sounded like words. Like I was Furman V Amazon from some place, from some civilization where I was intelligent. It sounded different but just did not make any sense. Not actual words so to say, but they might be construed to be words from another country.
They checked me out okay at the hospital. They couldn't believe what just happened. It was literally a miracle. They had just seen this little boy come back from the dead basically.
The doctors wanted to keep me overnight because of what happened and check me out to make sure everything was okay and Mommy had plenty of money.
Mommy and Sylvia stayed there in the hospital room with me overnight. And that's when I discovered what a diaper was. I kept hearing this word diaper. Probably one of the first words I can remember discovering was the word diaper.
Everything checked out okay on my vital signs and the doctor's released me. That is when I discovered what a stroller was. I wonder why I was the only one being pushed around in this device. But all my surroundings are new to me.
We returned home and I discovered this nursery, and this house. And what everything was from cars on the road and people. The different colors of people to crazy sounds. I discovered what TV was and everything.
I did not know how to speak words. I didn't know how to speak any language. I'm just in awe at my surroundings. The thought that I am a soon-to-be 8 year old boy, very healthy but very overweight. I discovered what being fat was.
Again at first I thought everybody lived like this. I thought every 8 year old boy wears diapers and was treated like a baby. I love being treated like a baby Because this is the only treatment I knew of. I just would go in my diaper anytime I felt like it.
I never left the house but I discovered the world through TV. I learned what life was about from watching TV and hearing these words come from the box.
Mommy and Sylvia assumed I was still retarded. They just kept diapering me all the time. That was my life. I stayed at home. My mommy would leave to work everyday and this woman Sylvia would treat me like her baby.
It did not take me very long to discover that it is not right to be an 8 year old boy wearing diapers. I've seen commercials about baby diapers and I knew what babies were. And I knew I was not considered a baby at 8 years old.
Also I found it's not right not to be potty trained. At this age most boys are out of diapers by 3 at least. Here I wet and mess myself in these diapers. And I don't fully need them, I should be using the toilet like everybody else. It did not take me very long to realize I am not a baby. I do not need to be in diapers. And I am not retarded, just a very normal 8 year old boy.
After I learned English through the television it did not take me very long to figure everything out. Through the television I taught myself how to read and write and I learned about the world and all of my surroundings. It did not take me long at all. In fact it was only 3 months before my 8th birthday and I knew what a birthday was.
By this point I knew what everything was. I even knew that I could say something to Mommy And Sylvia and tell them I don't need to be in diapers and then I'm not retarded. But I enjoyed being treated like this. I loved all the attention and I love being lazy just knowing that I was going to be taken care of.
So by my 8th birthday I just don't know what to say to them. They know that something is going on with me and I'm quite not as retarded as they may have thought. But the fact is they both treated me like a baby and I embellished so much I loved the treatment so I just went on with it.
I mean how could you not love the feelings of being taken care of? Being given whole milk in a baby bottle, warmed so you want to go to sleep and cold in the morning for breakfast. I love the way Sylvia treated me.
Mommy was gone as she took over the oil reservations that my father had previously. Beating Wall Street was way over for me. But I was thinking I could still do it in the back of my mind.
Why do the work when I'm enjoying this life so much? The only thing I miss is a physical woman which I remember such a great deal before my accident.
Sylvia is so pretty she was so much younger then my previous nanny. I was thinking of very provocative thoughts about her every time she changed my diaper.
I will tell her things like you are very Bonita. And you're my Mamacita! She would always laugh and giggle and say okay my retarded boy let's get that diaper changed before you get a rash.That's when she first noticed my boner. I was hard as a rock, mentally intact and thinking about very provocative thoughts.
My nanny noticed the bulge in my diaper even before opening it up and told me "naughty boy, naughty naughty boy". I was laughing and says I can't help it nanny. I never thought I'd have a nanny as beautiful as you.
She smiled and says "it's okay baby boy, your mommy pays me a lot of money to take care of you. Just relax and let me take care of you". I'm not quite sure what that meant at this point I just know that I just peed my diaper and I'm excited!
She takes me to the shower and she takes off all of her clothes and she took off her diaper and all my clothes and she took me and showered me. She gently washed every part of my body and say uno, dos, tres and she washed each part of my body. She washed me better than Mommy!
I was still very aroused and she knew this and when quickly got out of the shower together. And she dried me off and placed me in my playpen where I slept. And then got out the baby powder and put a fresh diaper on me!
I was very excited at this point and she got inside the playpen with me to make sure I was okay and held my hand because I was crying. But I was so happy to have my nanny who still thinks I'm slow. And who diapers me to this day. And now I'm 26!
Written By: Bobbie
Age: 26