June 24, 2007
After I posted this Rach asked me what is was. I wanted to say it is just a mush of a thought that I had early this morning. “But Mommy, I am a big boy” he cried as the puddle under his wet briefs grew. Again he had slept through the night without waking to potty. A grown man of twenty-seven that just recently started having bed accidents again. When they first started I told him I wasn’t cleaning it up, as I wasn’t his mother. One night after a few drinks he revealed that he had had his heart set on just that. It was an idea, a fantasy from back when he was in puberty. He craved forced diapering and A strong mommy figure. As the years went by that image of mommy […]