It was a normal morning for the young woman. She rubber her eyes, trying to adjust to the light in the small room. She shivered, feeling the cold padding inbetween her legs. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up, throwing the sheets back on the bed in a wrinkled mess. Her thick diaper was indeed a dark shade of yellow from the heavy wetting she did during her slumber.
A patient in her 20s was referred to us for psychological assessment due to her depression and suicide attempts. She mentioned being anorgasmic except when diapered and emphasized her erotic preference for diapers. Her childhood included maternal deprivation in an impecunious family headed by an irritable physically disabled father on social assistance. Given the maternal deprivation in childhood, her erotic fixation on diapers parallels the emotional attachment to diapers observed by Harlow in mother deprived infant monkeys. Etiological hypotheses should also include the paradigm of avoidance learning from theories of behavior therapy.
My name is Jenna not my real name. At the time of this tragically sordid tale, I was 19 years old and catastrophically — bordering on fatally — broke. Wounded gazelle on the Serengeti Plain were sitting pretty compared to me. Children in candy-constructed cottages watching witches slicing up carrots and onions for seasoning had it made compared to my tragic plight.
A weekend of wife swapping, games, enemas, playing doctor, scuba diving, cross dressing, diapers, boats, strapless strapon,and a little bondage Invited to what I thought was a party turned out me being drugged and used like a whore My life gets turned upside down when I meet a girl. Things may never be the same