Do you blame or think someone is responsible for your fetish?

I am sure my love of my diaper fetish came from my mother's treatment of me. I was a bed wetter and diapers and plastic pants were the usual at night. I could depend on Saturdays when I did not have school being diaper changed in the morning and having to spend the day in diapers. Sundays with church I was able to go back to my big boy underwear and during the week with classes. Mother always diapered me for bed every night. I still remember that sinister laugh with her hands on her hips after she slipped my rubber pants on every night.

As I've said meny times, both my sister and I got twice weekly enemas, daily bedtime laxative, and frequent suppositories from earlient memories til we left home. These were administered by our grandma, and our mom. They also did the same. We were always called to her master bath after being told, "Get undressed and come to my bathroom!" There was never any question of whether we would be getting enemas, only how many, how much, and how strong the soapy solution was. We were positioned on our knees, chests resting on the side of her big clawfoot tub. Our bags were suspended from chains hanging from the shower curtaiin rod. Those bags were already bulging with hot soapy water, the bubbles dripping over the top. We were always done naked, and were still getting them that way even in our late teens. We never thought anything of it. So, we both grewup with good knowledge of the opposite sex' anatomy. She would tease me about the inevitable erection as I filled, and I learned firsthand about how breasts/nipples get hard and stick out as the enema gets a woman aroused. Her first enema durig her period was a revelation to us both.

We are sure that the fact that we always got a laxative at bedtime caused our shared chronic constipation. We both developed klysmaphilia, but I cannot be sure that isn't genetically predisposed. After all, Mom and Grandma were obviously (looking back) klysmaphiles. I will say the fetish is strong, and survives in us both now, 50 years later. Both widowed, we both do enemas once or twice a week and get together frequently for a weekend of shared hot soapy fun. Sis's roommate is a nurse, and joins us if she's off. The more, the merrier!

I've always done and enjoyed my enemas solo. So I have no one but myself to blame or credit.

NMas4u, it sounds like your mother and grandmother did you real physical harm by causing a laxative dependence and precluding your colon from functioning normally. Today they could probably be proseduted for actions like that. Giving a lax or enema on occasion as needed is one thing, but causing a reliance is quite another.

I don't blame anyone at all. I'm pretty sure my constant childhood bedwetting and me being late in coming out of nappies is the main reason why I have always enjoyed all things wet.

No I don't blame anyone it's who I am.

No I don't think I'm going to blame anyone for my fettish ,but I think it is result of a few things from early childhood. I have had these desires and struggled with them from an early age. As a young boy I can't explain where the desire came from but can remember the consuming want to be diapered and found old leftovers from when I was a baby and put them in my underwear and found some old plastic pants had to cut the elastic to get them on. Would gravitate to the diaper isl in the store look for bigger ones that might fit and wish I could have some. It wasn't till much later discovered the adult diaper and found that ones that fit do exist. Then the craving to have some.

My grandmother blamed the nuns in kindergarten for my love cloth diapers and plastic panties because I was made to wear them for wetting and popping my pants and wetting my cot at naptime, It is true that they were the ones who reinforced my baby needs.

Very much so. I was sexually abused by my brothers when still in diapers - my earliest memories in fact.. I will not go into detail but suffice it to say that as long as the diapers were on, as long as I could feel the DIAPERS around me, I WAS SAFE. It was when the diapers were OFF... that was when I knew the abuse came.

Also, another early memory, indirectly related, was my mom asking me if she should put pampers in the shopping cart. I wanted to say "yes" but I was a very approval seeking kid. So I said "no I don't need them" - I remember feeling very sad that I wouldn't be wearing them anymore - it felt like a sinking despairing and even an unsafe feeling.

The final thing that I could blame on other ppl, in terms of their culpability concerning the ABDL fetish would be my 1st grade teacher. I think I might've commented on that before - I know I have on other sites, and gone into great detail as the experience left an indelible mark on my psyche and imprinted the idea of diapers as a PUNISHMENT. My 1st grade teacher would threaten to diaper the class clown because of his immature behavior - a kind of "act like a baby.... get treated like a baby." The guilt comes in (on my part) when I think of how many things he was blamed for that I actually did! (peeing on the floor of the bathroom for instance)

Well I don't "blame" her, but yeah, definitely, some of my diaper fetish comes from my mother and her "germ thing." She was always paranoid of germs and carried around a bottle of alcohol and wouldn't let me touch things out in public until she'd wiped them down. And if I had to use the toilet she took me into the Ladies' Room with her and put toilet paper all over the seat before she'd let me sit there.

So given that, I'm CERTAIN that she must have changed my wet / poopy diapers as soon as I used them (instead of letting me sit there in them a while and enjoy them). And I'm certain that she got me out of diapers as soon as possible (and well before I was ready).

There were many other experiences growing up that led to all of this, but those must have been the roots. But no, I don't blame her. Actually, given how much I love this, I kind of wish I could THANK her for it. LOL.

I am sure my love of diapers came from my mothers treatment. I was a bed wetter until the age of 10. My mother would put me in cloth diapers and plastic pants every night before bed. She never made fun of me or treated me poorly until I stopped my night time wetting. About six months after I stopped my night time wetting I had a few day time accidents. Not sure why except it was summer and I did not want to stop playing and go to the bathroom. Well after the third accident my mother told me if I continued to have accidents and act like a baby she would put me back in to diapers again. Well the following week I had another accident when I got home my mother saw the wet stain on the front of my shorts and she went off the handle. She grabbed me by the arm and took me to the bathroom and removed my wet shorts . She yelled at me calling me a baby and that 10 year old boys are to big to wet their pants. She said I was still a baby and needed to wear diapers and plastic pants again until I stopped wetting. She told me to stay in the bathroom as she went and got my old diapers and plastic pants. She said she was glad she did not give them to our Aunt for her baby that needed bigger diapers and plastic pants. She put them on me and told me go to my room as punishment. I was not allowed to put another pair of shorts to hid my shame. I went crying to my room and just layed on my bed and fell a sleep. I was a wakened by my older brother and his friends laughing at me calling me diaper boy. I was punished for an entire week. Ever since then I have loved wearing diapers and plastic pants and having people see me in them and make fun of me.