Babies Have Got It Good

That's the life for me. All you ever do is eat and sleep. You can poop and pee whenever you want, and someone will always come to clean you up. All you have to do is cry, and everyone will pay attention to you. "Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore / But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again…" Sometimes, though, I feel like I ended up missing out on a lot of my childhood. I think it's what happens to all kids who are the eldest in their family. Before any of my siblings were born, most of the people around me were adults, and so I think I ended up trying to be adult before I had to be. Add to this a somewhat fatalistic mythos in my family that makes it seem that it's the responsibility of the eldest in the family to sacrifice themself for the sake of their younger siblings, and I found myself carrying a burden that spanned three generations, and in retrospect it was probably completely unnecessary. But I guess that's ultimately the lesson. You can never go back. You can only go on.
victorious victorious
26-30, M
3 Responses Apr 25, 2007

same here, i wasn't the eldest but i was the first born girl, i think my family relied on me to be an example for my younger sisters and cousin. and so i acted like the perfect "lady" while they get to act as silly and well promiscuous as they please. sometimes i look down on them for their behavior but then i envy them for the way they are. i even respect them and im happy they get to make the misakes i didn't get the chance to make.

i guess i lived out your wish.<br />
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shortly after i was born, my father abandoned me and my mom. from that, she developed a hatred for all men, and devoted the rest of her life towards raising me in ways, that i would always remain dependant on her and never want to do like my dad did.<br />
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thus, i grew up learning to appreciate always being diapered and encouraged to be my mom's babygirl. in fact, it wasn't until i was about to start school, that i learned i wore diapers because i had been born with a "birth defect", and how that also had something to do with me needing to go to school as a "boy". but, school would be the only time my mom ever dressed me in boy clothes, or allowed anyone else to change my diapers.<br />
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as soon as i got home, my mom would greet me in babytalk, hand me a filled babybottle, and take me by the hand to immediately get turned back into her baby girl. off came my schoolboy uniform. then on to the bed, and while still sucking on my baba, my mom would carefully clean and powder me, pin on a set of fresh diapers, and pull or snap on clean rubber or plastic panties. all the while, my mom's praising her "baby" in babytalk.<br />
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then, off the bed and back on to my feet. and over to the vanity, where she had a babystyle outfit, or frilly petticoated short little girl's style dress already picked out. as soon as she finished dressing her "babygirl" from head to toe. she replaced my empty baba with a pacifier, and all was well again. <br />
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nothing kept my mom from staying with her plan. not my age, not my height, not even puberty. in fact, puberty was a blessing in disguise for both me, and her. because after puberty made it's explosive debut all over her hand and arm, during a diaper change. my whole attitude went from being submissive and pleasing my momma. to more than just a willing and active participant! <br />
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thanks to puberty, my lust made me totally immune to being seen diapered and dressed out in public. i took full advantage of my mom's "cure" for it, and even after learning what i was really enjoying. i never ever felt selfconscious or guilty or ashamed. nor even the slightest bit embarrassed, about knowing the truth. instead, preferring to believe my mom's version, and enjoying it all, justifyied within my own "baby's" mindset. <br />
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and so it was, except for school. i grew up being a virtual baby until i was almost 19 years old. and, to this day. who knows how long it would have continued, had she not passed away. regardless, i've never ever regretted being diapered, dressed, and treated like a baby for so many years. nor, missed as much either, though. but, that's for another discussion.<br />
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just thought i'd let you know, from a 19 year baby's experience.

I give this a high 5! I can identify, and you really made your point well! Thanx for sharing... your point and mine!!