My Life As A TBDL
MY LIFE AS A TBDL
This is my true story of how I became a tbdl. This takes place when I was age 5-9. So I used to go to therapy for a speech impediment and there used to always be toddlers and babies there for other reasons.
In the bathrooms there was always a diaper pail right. So I always wanted to wear diapers again and so one day I put one on and instantly fell in love with diapers. But I knew that this should be a secret to keep to myself so I did but the craving got to me one day and at the end of the session I went to the bathroom and searched for a diaper that wasn't so messy or wet and I came out with 2 choices, a LUVS or a cars pull up. So I put the pull up on and went out to the car and went home.
So one day I asked myself, I wonder what it feel like to poo in a diaper. So I went to the bathroom and went in it and disposed of it quickly so I fell in love with the feeling and after a while started to stock up.
This next part takes place when I am 8. So I'm at my house with my mom and one day she pulls me aside from the TV and tells me to follow her into her room. So we go into her room and we have a talk and she says while she was cleaning my room she finds some diapers that were used and instantly I say I don't know anything about it and that was that.
This part takes place when I was 9. So I quit therapy shortly after this. So it is night time and I am sitting in my room under the covers in a diaper and my brother walks in and says he is looking for his jacket and he knows that I like to play jokes.
So I say I don't know anything about it and so he pulls the covers out from under me and he sees that I am wearing a diaper and we just stare at each other for a minute and he leaves my room and doesn't say a thing
This part takes place in 2016 on Valentines Day.
So at this point I am lying low for years now and I am fed up with not being myself. So one night when me and my mom are alone I decide to pull up a website about the definition of tb/dl.
And so being that my family is divorced I only tell my mom and so I show her the article and tell her this is the person I truly am. She accepted me for it and says she will help me. And so I am overwhelmed and cry into her shoulder for like 15 minutes and that was the end of that day.
A few days later I pull up the website cuddlz.com and show my mom what I want which is a blue camp fleece onsie, a dinosaur onsie, a adult pacifier and a baby bottle. My mom orders the items for me and I am extremely happy when they arrive.
A week later I ask my mom if we can go to walmart alone to buy some diapers and she says yes but we will need to take Emma with us who is my toddler sister. So I say that is fine and so we go to Walmart and buy a pack of 17 Pampers Swaddlers and I cringe at the sight of them.
The present. Today I am happier than ever and plan to tell my brother soon enough about being a tbdl and hopefully get a crib.The End.
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I hope you all in enjoyed the story of my life. Love Jake
Written By: Jake
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