BLOG: My History/"Grow up?" Pfft! Pt. 2 (Patreon)

Question for you: Have you had the chance to meet another ABDL? If so how did it go? If not what would your dream ABDL meet up be?

In my last blog post I talked about my experience with nappies as a kid. There were more but some of them I don't want to talk about for one reason or another. Have to follow Patreon rules and mind my own sensibilities. Needless to say that by the time I turned 18 I was no stranger to padded underwear.

So... at eighteen years old I joined some ABDL communities (I never joined anywhere before I was an adult, no siree, would never break rules like that...) and one of those communities would become my online "home". It still is. I'm an admin there now and owe that website so much. Perhaps one day I'll talk more about it specifically.

DailyDiapers was, and still is, the premier ABDL community on the internet. A survivor from the early days of the internet DailyDiaper, run by DailyDi, is a stalwart of the community. It's active and has outlived all the old websites that have disappeared or lost their good reputations.

Anyway, this isn't an advert for DailyDiapers (though if you aren't a member you should definitely check it out!) but it is the setting for some things that happened that are still on my mind sixteen years later.

I was browsing the forums as I usually did. I had no adult nappies and was very jealous of those that did. I look in the "Meeting Place" section and see a guy in his mid-twenties who is a Daddy. He is asking if anyone wants to chat. I want to chat!

For the next week or so we exchange messages. Firstly on the website and then on MSN messenger (remember MSN? Only 00's kids remember...) He lives in London and I live right on the edge. He asks if I want to visit and I do. Now, I'm not going to talk much about any sexual stuff, but I will say that I'm bisexual. My parents didn't know about my sexuality or that I'm an ABDL. Remember that for later.

As an 18-year-old to say I was inexperienced would've been an understatement. I was shy, I'd never kissed someone romantically or had a girl or boyfriend. I was still questioning my sexuality. Basically, I hadn't found myself and this Daddy was promising to help out. I would be in nappies the whole weekend (actual adult ones!) and he would look after me. In my head I imagined playing, watching kids TV, all that sort of stuff...

Reality was... different. This Daddy lived in a flat in London. We met in a public place and despite wanting to run away I decided to go back with him to his place. As unprepared as I was to be a baby, he was equally unready to be a Daddy. His only nappies were too big for me, he didn't have any toys or activity ideas and he had a roommate... who dealt drugs.

Now, it could've gone a lot worse, I'll say that much. I had never told anyone where I was going. I told my parents I was going away on a university trip. When I arrived in the flat the Daddy originally made a half-assed attempt at keeping me from anything adult so my phone was turned off, put in my coat pocket and left in the bedroom.

After a day of doing very little and being awkward I checked my phone. Thirty missed calls and a similar amount of texts. Fuck.

My parents had discovered there was no uni trip. I don't know how, I expect it was because I never communicated to say I was "safe" at wherever I said I was going so they tried to call me. When I didn't answer they called the univeristy and asked about the trip that didn't exist. No doubt panicking they went on my computer and my MSN signed in automatically to show the guy I had been talking to. I don't know how much of the conversation they read but it was clear what they would've thought happened. I'd lied and was seeing a guy and was now completely out of contact.

When they couldn't get in contact they called the police and I was listed as a missing person. I felt awful at the time and I feel awful still. I can only imagine how worried they were. I walked into the living room where the Daddy was and said I had to call home, he actually tried to insist I didn't, but it was very obvious that I did.

I called. I could hear the relief pouring out of my parents when I finally got in touch. I promised I was alright and that nothing bad was happening and I said I'd talk more when I got home. My parents contacted the police to say I was OK and the panic was over.

I left on the Sunday after a very dull weekend. The Daddy seemed more interested in watching anime than engaging in any baby stuff. But no harm done, looking back and realising how out of touch I was it could've been a thousand times worse. Some sexual stuff happened that I definitely wasn't ready for but I did consent and it was only afterwards I regretted it so I'm not going to say he did anything inappropriate.

My mum picked me up from the station and it was awkward. Basically on the drive home (after assuring her many times that I was alright!) I told her I was bisexual and I explained a bit about ABDL stuff. Thankfully my mum is great and very liberal. She didn't mind as long as I was happy.

That was my first experience of ABDL stuff as an adult and it just wasn't very good. We talked about doing another visit but I drifted away from him a bit. We just didn't click and the last I heard he has a live in boyfriend who lives as a baby 24/7 and they seem happy, so that's good.

This has, yet again, gone longer than I imagined it would! I'll make a part three soon talking about things that happened after this. Including a number of times I was "caught short" needing the bathroom and meeting my wife.

Question for you: Have you had the chance to meet another ABDL? If so how did it go? If not what would your dream ABDL meet up be?