Where  to begin ?

    As a child I spent many family holidays in Spain, and usually had a few minor tummy troubles either whilst there or on our return home.
  On one particular occassion at around eight years old We returned home all of us had upset stomachs and sickness.
 I was particularly bad I  was so lethargic I could hardly move and whilst wretching and being sick, my bowels were doing their thing the other end.
 My mother was coping the best she could with old towels and wads of tissue, She sent my grandmother out to get some pads from the chemist for me. She had to buy adult incontinence pads which were plastic backed, as I was to big for baby nappies.
 My mother inserted these into my panties and pulled them up to cover my bottom and would clean me up whenever I had soiled myself.
 After a week or so my problem was clearing up but I had began to enjoy my mothers attention whenever I needed my pad changing I was also wetting them which my mother was not best pleased about.
 As with all good things it ended and I was back in my plain old panties again.

     I did not forget the feeling that I got from being in nappies and longed for a repeat of the situation. Although I did find the remainder of the pads and regularly wear one to bed inside my knickers.
 That is untill my mother found out and told me what a strange girl I was and she destroyed the rest of the pack so as to avoid tempting me.
 A few years later and with money in my pocket I discovered pullup pyjama pants for bedwetting kids, as they came in small packs I could hide them in my school bag and smuggle them up to my room, along with other babyish items, dummies , bib , and yes even plastic incontinence pants.

     By now I was fourteenand all was going well until my mother discovered my large stash of nappies hidden in the back of my wardrobe.
 We ended up having a long chat in which I cried as I told my mother my shamefull secret that I actually enjoyed wearing them.
 The out come was that she decided I was growing up and so long as I practiced what I was doing in the privacy of my own room, and I didn't let it get in the way of my school work I was allowed to continue, and do any laundry that might occur.
 Life looked good and often couldn't wait to get in from school and go to my room and put a nappy on.

       By the time I had left school I had found some proper adult incontinence nappies available from a local pharmacy.
 I had a few boyfriends none I was willing to share my fetish with, and in the end I had a long sexual relationship with my cousin.
 we would meet up for sex several times a week to satisfy each others urges, as much as I enjoyed it I decided it must come to an end when he became engaged to his then girlfriend now his wife. He never knew of my love of being babied as far as I know.

 Alone again I continued to wear nappies progressing to proper adult size terry nappies with plastic Pants.
  My parents retired and bought a place in spain to live, so I moved into the annex above the double garage built for my grandmother when she was alive .
 We let the house out as a holiday let  along with a couple of apartments in town. My job is as caretaker , gardener, cleaner. 
 I now wear nappies to bed every night and oten in the day to, in my annex I have my freedom to be who I want.
 I would love to meet a couple/ lady to share my lifestyle with, musn't be afraid of a little bit of poop, and enjoy wearing them also.