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Anonymous
>>1129579 Well, to be honest with you, I'll spill. This is not copypasta.
I'm the 3rd of 4 boys in my family, and my older brother (#2) is a dick. He was not only an attention whore, monopolizing our parent's attention away from me, but he was sadistic and manipulative to me. He would assault me, physically and verbally, abuse me, sexually and mentally. When he had learned the "joys of masturbation" he tried to get me to suck his cock while I was about 10 years old and he was 13. He would beat me. He would humiliate me. He would do anything he wanted to me, really.
This lasted for literally years. I couldn't tell my parents, because if I tried to, they'd get him in trouble, then he'd beat me and yell at me. So, this is where I got into ABDL. When I was 5, my little brother was born, and diapers were reintroduced into my life. My first memory is that of being 2 years old, walking over to mommy and having my diaper changed. This was the safest point in my life that I could relate to, in order to escape the atrocity that was my older brother.
The DL part is easy to explain: Growing boy + warm tight wet surrounding of the penis = stimulating. :P
This string of events is part of why I would get depressed and/or suicidal about being ABDL, because it also brought out repressed memories of hatred. I'm a nice guy, I'm a comfortable, easy going, passive guy. To say that I have hatred in my heart is really, really saying something heavy.
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