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This journal entry is probably going to pretty long as it deals with me from the oldest that I can remember to present-day and pretty much everything in between that I am prepared to talk about discuss in this journal comments section and through private message I also will be activating my Yahoo messenger for anybody who wants to contact me through their, sorry but due to personal reasons I do not think I will be using Skype much anymore but if you really want to talk probably could get me there, I do mean on Yahoo. AT pandr_panda

******* Warning this journal does contain events of getting spanked as a child*******

If you have read the above warning you know that this is going to contain certain events that involve getting spanked as a child I know some of you are up against that and some of you are all for it. Either way for or against I would very much like to hear your comments as long as the key not get vulgar or very rudely written. Those comments may be blocked. Sorry but the only child getting hurt in this is myself.
If you are a parent and you are against spanking your child then that is perfectly okay. On the other paw if you are a parent and you are for spanking that's okay too even though today's society is really totally against it. But also in the same thought if more children in their younger years ( I do not mean under the age of 4) I do not believe any child under that age should be spanked in-less it is a little slap on the hand or handpaw if you are a furry and raising your child to be one. Now my belief if you decide that spanking is proper for offense the child did then you should not ever spank your child why you are mad at them you should take a timeout yourself and cool down and explain to the child why this is happening also should never spank your child out in public that is not something that other people want to see and the embarrassment to the child goes way beyond what ever offense they did to deserve that spank.
I also believe that you should not use anything other than your hand and you should not spank anywhere on the child except for their bottom also should not do this in front of their friends.
Now after saying all of that I hope they do not think I am a bad person I just believe that if more children were properly disciplined for bad behavior we probably would not have as many as them causing crime in our neighborhoods, counties and districts. Just a personal thought whether you or yours or statistics show that. That is totally up to you to decide.

Now moving on. As many of you have noticed the proper grammar is not one of my strong points although I tried very, very hard but I do have an affliction that I was born with and although I have tried very hard to overcome it I have not been able to, so I'm not going to tolerate rude comments about my grammar. I have only blocked one furson here on FA and that was due to a rude comment about Babyfurs being pedophiles. But although I do not want to I most likely will block you posting a rude comment on this journal, I will leave your comment up and I will comment on your comment telling you if I decided to block you are not. And let you decide whether you want to take that comment that. But the affliction that I am talking about is called Dyslexia, and believe me really, really do not want it I have struggled with it my entire life and it is not fun to see everything backwards especially alpha characters and numbers, over the years I have gotten to where I use voice recognition software when writing stuff online and chatting with people and in role-playing, and yes I do get long-winded sometimes during role-play and even with speech recognition software like the one I use Dragon 12 sometimes stuff just does not come out right and I miss it and it does make me sound illiterate, hopefully you can overlook that and please keep your comments civil.

Now all of that being said let's move on to the original reason for this journal.

--The age of 12 months-to-age 4 1/2--
Don't get me wrong but I'm pretty sure this is as far back as I can remember, and a lot of bad stuff happened at this age so I've been told by my mom and my dad finally showed up he just had to remind me about my young childhood, and my aunts and uncles.

I do remember my mom looking down at me with diaper pins in her mouth putting a cloth diaper on me and plastic pants I do remember that vividly now I do not know really if I was that young or not as I was diapered almost to the age of 5 about the age of 4 1/2 so I've been told and I do remember it where most kids don't remember being potty trained and some deny even ever wearing a diaper but we all know that isn't true in most cases, and most parents nowadays begin potty training at or around the age of 2 sometimes a little younger sometimes a little old.

I also do remember numerous visits to the hospital and this was back in the 60s and at that time if you were under the age of 3 you were in a diaper, and I was in there for very bad bladder infections and urinary tract infections which led up to the late potty training in my case and probably why I remember this age I mean when you are in a strange place that is scary and usually strapped down to a crib really don't know why they used a crib but I remember being in one and in a first-generation Pampers diaper I do not know or remember how they felt on me but I do remember my arm being strapped down and all bandage up with an IV in it and and a Foley Catheter in well you know where and running out the leg hole opening of my diaper, it is kind of hard to forget stuff like that even at that age although you really would like to. And that went on about the age of 3 but I am getting a little ahead of myself there was an event at 2-years-old that I remember quite well we were living up in New York somewhere it was farm country because I remember the farmhouse and all of the cattle but these were milking cows and my dad worked for the owner never really seen or remember if I ever got down to the actual place where they milked the cows but I was told that's where dad worked. So mom was doing laundry and I was sitting on a stool watching what she was doing and the laundry machine she was using was one of those with the old fashion wood-roller ringers on it and mom had to run to the kitchen to answer the phone (word of advice do not leave your little one in the laundry room with that type of machine) I decided that I would help mommy I mean I watched her I
knew how to turn the part of the machine on and I was sitting right there so I reached in best I could and unfortunately was able to grab something but wasn't as smart as I thought I was I did not know that you should turn the rollers on first before trying to put something in them so I took the article of clothing held it in my hand and put it up to the rollers and hit the on switch and found out that machines are not friendly as it took the article of clothing and my hand I was able to hit the reverse on the machine but not until it had taken my arm up to the elbow and let me tell you pulling and tugging on one of those things does not work it will not let go of your arm the next thing I remember his mom holding me and she was talking on the phone and then I remember taking an ambulance ride strapped down to the gurney and that I don't remember much more than waking up at home with a plaster cast on my arm I mean I remember them putting me into the ambulance but they must have given me something because I do not remember anything of the them waking up at home.
But that was the younger years the youngest I can remember.

So now moving on to age 4 to 4 1/2 the potty training years I remember this well I remember running around in Gerber style cloth training pants I also remember that we had moved back to Miami and that dad was no longer there, I was told that he said he was going to the store for a pack of cigarettes and never came back I also remember being told all the time by by my grandmother and grandfather and my aunts and uncles that "you are just like your father!!" something I really did not want to hear. Especially the way I was told it.

I do remember having a little kids potty training chair but usually did not make it there but I did have a pair of plastic pants on and they folded up cloth diaper in my training pants as a booster so I usually did not leave a puddle on the floor and if my mom was home and looking after me I usually did not get in trouble for it, but if grandma was watching I ended up with a very sore bottom from a very good spanking across my bare bottom and legs with a belt and standing in a corner with a cloth pin on diaper and plastic pants, and after I was allowed out of the corner I was forced to go outside and play with my cousins and sisters in nothing but a diaper and T-shirt which really did not bother me too much as I really preferred to be in a diaper. Which I think my grandmother figured out as I would just go outside and play and would not get upset over it, so that did lead up to more corner time better spanking and being called "you are such a little baby!!..." over and over again and not getting changed to a dry pair of training pants for a wild also being forced to pull down my training pants and then getting spanked and then having to pull them back up after getting spanked being told what a bad little baby boy I was and again being told I was just like my father, my potty chair was moved to the living room and I was forced to sit on it with a very sore bottom and having nothing on and I think my grandmother found out that I really did not like sitting on things as I remember crying my eyes out every time I had to sit on it even if my mom put me on it I do remember bringing a diaper to my mom wanting her to put it on me and her telling me "you are not a little baby boy anymore you are getting way too old to be wearing diapers wanting me to diaper you" which at the time was confusing because I wet the bed until I was almost 9 years old and had to wear a folded up cloth diaper in my underpants with a pair of plastic pants on over all of that but you do have to remember that this was the late 60s and early 70s and they did not have the stuff they have today for kids who have bedwetting problems.

Okay guys and gals it is way past my nap time and I do need to change my diaper and head off to bed for a little while taking another pain pill and hopefully get some comfort from this chronic neck back and shoulder pain snuggle up closely with Maxwell my beloved and well snuggle teddy bear.

And hopefully I've got your attention and you have read everything up to this point believe me it is hard for me to open up like this, but my doctor says I should open up more about things that are upsetting to me and that are causing my depression and may be that will help better then the depression medication I am taking now, believe me I do try very hard not to take a bunch of medications even pain medications and do not comment saying that my depression is probably coming from wearing diapers all the time because if you do you really don't know anything about being a AB/DL and you should just be quiet.

But please comment I want to hear what you think about what I have written so far.
I will pick this up later on a new journal entry I may even post this over at IB and DA after I have taking a nap :P I don't believe any Baby furry are otherwise likes taking naps :P