When Mommy first found me, she knew immediately I had incontinence issues, as she saw me picking up belted undergarments and then was in line with me at the checkout. Despite this, she approached me outside the store and that evening we had our first coffee together.
 After a few months, she decided we should get married, as she wanted me in her life and pointed out that marriage would make it easier for her to look after me.
 Right from the beginning, things were all her decision, she drove and I cannot--haven't be able to for years--and she had far more money than I had. Also, she's not the kind of woman who takes 'No' as an answer.
 While I was still living alone, she grew increasingly worried about me, and after I had a serious fall in the bathroom, she imposed new rules on me.
 1; I was absolutely forbidden from trying to bathe or shower without her there to help and protect me from falls.
 2; Whenever we were together, she would take me to the toilet--again to protect me vs. falling--also she wanted to make sure the areas involved were not developing rashes or skin infections.
 That was embarrassing, humiliating and something I had to accept as she wouldn't accept refusal and told me not to talk back when I protested.
 That's when I realized what kind of woman I had encountered...and how much she actually cared about me.
 I have to admit, the first time she wiped my bottom, even though all I had needed to do was tinkle, was an eye-opener and made it absolutely clear to me that I was completely in her hands and under her care. 
 The second big eye-opener was when she made it clear that such would be how things were from then on, whether we were at home or out. 
 As I walk with a cane, and have other indications of being disabled, no one questions her coming into the men's restrooms with me...and no one questions it on the times when she takes me into a lady's restroom.
 All of that took some time to get used to, obviously and she began scheduling my trips to the toilet as she learned more about how my system operated over time, which was embarrassing as having that decision taken out of my hands was very humbling. 
 
 After moving in, I was put in my place as an Aby.
 Within the first hours after I moved into our home, my wife's house, she put me back into diapers, onesies and made it clear that I would also be getting put back to breastfeeding.
 Mommy's reasons for doing such I admit are based on pregmaticism, also caring.
 I do call her 'Mommy', and she does treat me like I'm a toddler.
 her reasons for such are Lifestyle based as well as her very much enjoying the entire aspect of Maternal Dominance. The breastfeeding is because of problems I have dietarily and such is her way of addressing such...also, there's the Bonding aspect that we both very much enjoy.
 I spent most of my life alone, and although not aware of it, I was scared.
 Mommy chose to breastfeed me after inducing lactation as a source of addressing dietary issues and providing emotional support and comfort.
 I admit, I was put-off at the beginning, but after one night where I was exhausted, and feeling really awful...when Mommy offered her breast, I found my instincts to nurse and suckle kicking in, and have not looked back since.
 Since Mommy made breastfeeding my dietary staple, there's been improvements in my health--nothing huge, but assorted small benefits and improvements that taken together make a big improvement.