Lucky enough to have been blessed with the gift of life and a great pair of parents, it has recently come to my attention that I was introduced into this life tailored in diapers and I'm going to leave it the same way. Maybe a life in diapers is how I'm meant to live. Maybe a life in diapers will insure my survival. As sad of a discovery this was, I've learned to accept that a life in diapers maybe isn't as bad as I once thought.
I began life seventeen years ago and right away I was equipped with diapers. Always depending on my parents, I couldn't do anything for myself, except for breathing. I didn't know much then and I had to rely on my basic instincts, which were to eat and sleep and even that I had a hard time to do myself. …
