All about bubby

My story... (Reader's Digest version)

I've been a bed wetter all my life. For the better part of my life the doctor's couldn't figure out why (And to think we pay them.)  I have always been overweight, again the doctors couldn't figure it out. I've tried all the diets; weight watchers, nutra system, slim fast, Liquid diets, scheduled fasting, Richard Simmons, you name it I did it.  I would lose the weight, then gain it all back plus. At the age of 22 I went to my PCP to get a lapband surgery done. He agreed (I was over 500 lbs by then.) My doctor was awesome, he was honest about what I was going to have done. He started the process with a full blood workup and found my sugars over 600... an A1C of 18. I was told that in all honesty I should be dead, that evening I was admitted to the hospital to get my levels down. In doing so they over killed the amount of insulin and supplemental meds, my levels bottomed out so they gave me a glucose drip and spiked it again. All of this sugar rollercoaster game messed up my bladder. Once they leveled things off the wetting started to get worse, but the weight started to come off and stay off.  A specialist finally explained that the sugar coated the blood vessels and veins stopping the fats from moving from the blood to the body to be expelled. Why they couldn't figure this out earlier just baffles the mind.

 Since then I have learned that to lose the weight I needed to keep my sugars down.  Flash forward 30 plus years, my weight is down to below 250 lbs. but the wetting continued to worsen. After a ciscoscopy and numerous scans of all sorts it was found that my spincter at the base of my bladder was chrystalised in place and no longer opened and closed. I was given the choice of a $50K+ surgery,(that my insurance would not pay), an implant of a permanent catheter system with a leg bag or continuing doing what I have been doing all my life, diapers. There was really no choice.

While in school I was made fun of,  yes, I went through hell, especially during gym and restroom breaks. I was mocked and made fun of my entire life.  If it wasn't the fat, it was the addition of diapers. 

Flash forward to 2006. This was my second year attending MsC.  I attended a class called the "Manna of Fetish" done by a well-known Master from California.  He began his class by asking who here wore diapers? I was mortified... I sat there knowing I did and I was wearing right at that moment.  But as I sat and listened he ultimatly gave me permission to accept everything and to learn about the ABDL life and community.  In 2009, he was asked to do the class again. Again I attended.  He asked the same question, except this year I raised my hand. Because of the 2006 class I became more comfortable with who I am. Because of the 2009 class I was allowed to be authentic and live who I am to the fullest.

My being in diapers 24/7 no longer bothers me.  I am no longer conscience of who knows  and don't really care who knows. I have finally embraced my little side. I took the name Bubby from what my daddy calls me (his bubby bubbles), I have a daddy, who I met online 2007, he also has a daddy (now my grand daddy) and I recently brought in a little brother. I'm out across the social media but don't post pictures because people steal them... I don't like that.

Bubby is with me all the time.  Some littles turn on and off their little side like putting on a hat... "I'm at work so I can't let my little out"... That's not me... my little, like my slave side are always a part of who I am.  Bubby comes forth when I get stressed and need to refocus.  I will stop and color, read a short story, or just hold my teddy bear. That's all it takes to refocus me and allow me to "Adult" once again.  Master has said many times that I am more focused when I return from time spent with my daddy.

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