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I don't really know if my friend Sue and I qualify as adult babies.
Our mutual interest in the field started a few years ago when we got in contact with each other again after she had been living in the US for some years. We used to play together in Sweden when we were kids, but when I was 13 and she was 12, her family moved to US never to return.
We first met when we were around four because our parents had bought summer cottages that lay just on opposite sides of a small slow river in Södermanland south of Stockholm. Especially in the spring and fall we would have plastic coated rain gear on when we were playing around outdoors in mud and snow, much like any kids do here in Sweden.
One day in the early spring in 1975, Sue fell into the river and nearly drowned among the large and heavy pieces of ice that floated around. This became an alarm bell to our parents that they should not let us play that near the river. Later the same spring we were supplied with a kind of harnesses, or reins, that we had to have on at all times when we were outdoors at the cottages on weekends and days off.
They were made of nylon straps that went around and over the shoulders, under the arms, around the waist and also two traps around the crutch (between the legs). At first we just had ropes tied to the reins and tied at the other end in trees. But as we stated to overcome the chock of Sue's earlier near death adventure, we started to untie the ropes when our parents didn't see. They soon found out about this and put pad locks on the reins and on the cords (ropes).
So now we were locked and tethered in our reins and kept in PVC-overalls. Our parents saw the advantages with this arrangement and they also started to put leashes on us when went for walks or made trips to the nearby town to buy food. This continued for the whole summer, with the exception that we only had plastic clothes when the weather was bad. They also started to diaper us. Not because we really needed it, but because when we were tethered we couldn't reach the bathroom even when we had long cords (about 40 m).
Well, this system was used pretty much unchanged for a few years. Sue and I got used to it and it didn't bother us so much. Our classmates at home never saw any of this and we thought it was pretty much OK as long as no one else saw us. Ofcourse people, and particulary children, would strare at us when we walked locked to each other and held by a short leash in the streets of Norrkoeping, but we didn't care very much.
Then one day when we were 9 and 10, a family from my home town dropped by unexpected at the cottages. Their kids were a little younger than us, and when they saw as in muddy PVC-overalls, locked in cords and clearly with thick diapers, they just stared with their mouths open for several minutes. This whole situation was really embarrassing and we wished we could just sink through the ground.
After this horrible day we became more critical towards the treatment. One day when we were locked in our leashes outside a small store, we decided that this had to be the last time that it happened. We had a long talk with our parents, and they understood we were to old for this. The whole use of reins and PVC-clothes was slowly levelled off during the following year. Soon after this Sue moved to USA.
These events during our childhood came to mind when Sue and I got in contact again, and since than we have started to tell each other fantasies that are based on this theme of harnesses, plastic clothes and diapers applied especially to our selves in the age of 10-18. Below follows a few of the stories. Remember, what is said above is true, but the stories to follow are fiction. We write the stories as letters from a girl named Sue to a boy named Peter (not our real names), both in their twenties.
I just thought I'd write you a couple of lines to tell you about the progress we have made in the work against the reins and harnesses.
Well, we have managed to get the state senates in the Mid West to pass law bills against all general trade with lockable crutch-reins and all types of facial control harnesses (bridles). However, reins that only cover the upper part of the body are still allowed up to an age of twelve years (which means my smallest sister can still wear that, see further down), and the special institutions that use all this stuff can still use it if they apply for a permit. Also the sales ban does not mean it is illegal to use old stuff, with the exception of bridles/halters which are now not permitted at all.
Most retail stores have agreed to stop selling long term diapers in all sizes, and all but 6 h diapers for kids over 12 (There used to be a variety of diapers available in sizes between 4 and 15 yrs that lasted for 5 to 36 (!) h.).
Most institutions that we have been in contact with have agreed to stop using reins or at least use them less. There are however two exceptions to this; a school and kindergarten in Chicago and The Johnson Child and Juvenile Home in St.Paul.
In that school in Chicago the pupils (6 to 12 yrs) have to wear crutch-reins all the time while they are at school (and very often diapers). I visited this place about two months ago, and what I saw shocked me a bit. Although they have the reins on all the time, they are not fastened to something all the time. They use the reins mainly when they do excursions out from the school. Then the kids are tied together in lines with a teacher at one end. Indoors kids that are noisy or run around get locked to their chairs, and they all get locked to their chairs when the eat. This was the part that shocked me. Than after school the kids go out on a playground where they are all connected to cords in pairs (much the same way as Jennifer and I used to be). Outdoors they are also nearly always dressed in PVC (What was it you called it galoonies?). The school used to recommend the parents to use bridles, but now they have agreed to recommend them to just fit the leash to the kids' reins (at least some improvement).
The Johnson Child and Juvenile Home is a place where problem kids" are placed. It is run by the state. Some kids have a criminal record, some a drug problem and some are just not getting along with their parents. Either a court sends you there, as a part of a testing and rehab program, or your parents pay for you to live there.
Once there, you get to wear reins 24 h a day, and most of the time your cord is connected to something. Like I used to, you wear a lot of plastic coated clothing, and when you get to go outside the premises, you are either connected to a bunch of other kids, or you are leashed in a bridle. Now they are experimenting with a halter (a bridle without bit) instead, but they feel they haven't got the same control especially over the older kids using it (They have dumped the awful mask bridle I sent you a picture of!).
The claim is that this is a better way of keeping these people than locked up in cells. And as bad as it sounds, most kids I've talked to say they are actually being helped this way. I don't know...
Anyway, now it is decided that there has to be a court order to be placed there, which I think is really good. They used to have kids from about twelve to eighteen. Due to the fact that you now have to be sentenced by a court to get there, the new age limits are 14 to 21 and one can stay there for at the most 2 years. The kids that have been sent there by their parents are now only allowed to stay until they hit 15.
Maybe it is good for some (but not for me), but I at least don't think that your parents should be able to send you there. What can be said in favour of the method is that they do have a very good record when it comes to clearing people from drug addictions and get kids away from criminality.
One objection we have a problem with is this: I don't know if you've seen that in some shopping malls they have a place where you can put your children while you're doing the big tour. Usually it is basically one or more cages" where the kids get to play while they are waiting. Now, here's the problem; I thought, when I was smaller, that it was nicer to be connected in my reins somewhere instead of being locked up in one of these playboxes". And this is for some an argument to use reins. Some parents say that they are willing to give up the reins if they would build cages in all places where they are needed.
I can see that it can be a problem dragging the kids around when you go to a mall, and today I think that despite all, the cages is the better alternative you can't bring the cage with you home and imprison your kids like you can with reins. I also think it's better to be locked in a cage than to be totally immobile sitting in your car harness. To leave the kids harnessed in the car could also be dangerous, someone could just come by and hurt you (or kidnap you). Of course this can also happen when you sit in a mall cage, but usually there is a watch-person around, and if there isn't, usually only your mother has a key to your box.
Speaking of cages, my sister used to sit in play pen made of steel tubing with floor and roof of fabric and walls of thick, soft transparent PVC . They called it a play pen, but it was in fact a cage. Usually she'd be in it for 15 min. up to an hour when she watched TV or when my mother couldn't watch her while cooking etc. To me it really locked awful, especially when she at times were locked up in that little world of her own for a whole day. Sometimes she even had to sit in it when she ate. It looked really sad when she would sit there pushing her little nose against the misty plastic trying to see what people around her were doing. I persuaded mom to stop using it and through it away about a year ago, and now they cannot be sold anymore.
That was just some notes and thoughts about the official work that we in the network carry out. Now I want to get more personal.
It was weird coming home from the state senate when this bill was passed, finding my youngest sister Mary (9 yrs) in her reins. She's in a way more used to being connected than I was. She thinks it's just normal for a nine yearold to use diapers... I notice something with Mary that I remember from my old days in the reins; One feels safe when the reins are on and connected, weird! The bad thing is that when you are controlled that hard you don't learn to take responsibility for yourself and you don't learn what things are dangerous. So just the fact that I was (and Mary is) in my reins so much called for more control to keep me safe.
Neither my brother (Jake, now 13), nor my sister has ever had bridles as I had. I'm very thankful for that. Jake had his reins for the last time on his twelfth birthday, and it will be the same for Mary. I had both reins and bridle until my 15th birthday, so that is something to the better. Maybe I haven't really told you before that it was only six years since I wore a diaper and slavered due to the fact that I wore a bridle with a bit in my mouth (It's still an effort to say it that straight out). Even if I didn't wear reins that often after my 12th birthday, it was very embarrassing when I did. And due to the fact that my father drove his former car for a very long time, I had to sit in a car harness until I was 16 (but for the last year it wasn't locked). When I walked in my leash people used to think that I had some sort of a handicap, and some would even talk to me like I had some mental disturbance. Of course I can see that the only conclusion they could draw was that there had to be something very wrong with a girl that had to be controlled with a leash, wear only PVC-clothing because she slavered so much and couldn't go to the bathroom but had huge diapers. Some people (not my parents thank God) talked to me the way you talk to a small child even when I was 14. It is good to know that Jake and Mary don't have to suffer that long.
I know I said that I wouldn't write you any more about the reins-business, but now I do it
anyway. There's been some interesting development in some issues. One company has started promoting (even in TV adds) a door made of transparent Plexiglas that parents are supposed to put up instead of the normal door to the room of their teenager. They can lock up the kid, and still see what he or she is doing. The poor imprisoned person can not even climb out the window because it is covered with Plexiglas too. They claim it is a good way to keep your kids from the streets, but what about the feelings of the kids? I didn't like to sit in the mall cages when I was ten, so I cannot even imagine how terribly intimidated and humiliated one would feel being caged at fifteen.
We have also been in negotiations with the Johnson Child and Juvenile Home trying to improve the conditions for those sentenced to live there. They have agreed on not using the old type of facial control harnesses (bridles with bits) and use what is sold under the name KidControler. That is a halter without a bit, but with small hooks around the cheeks. I know that doesn't sound much better to you, but I have tried one on and they are much more comfortable and one is able to talk normally without risking to slaver, and the control of the kid is about the same. Also they have decided the kids should not normally have to use diapers, and in any case not longer than eight hours. That is I think a significant improvement from the maximum of twenty-four hours that they used to have. If I seem too positive about these things it is because the reason these people are kept in reins is that they have done something illegal and it is a punishment for that. I have met a girl at the home who was convicted for involvement in a manslaughter in 1992.
She was previously known to the Police and she used crack. She was sixteen when she came to the Johnson Home and she was there until about six weeks ago. When I met her in December last year she still had two months left at the home. She had totally accepted her situation and was trying to make the best of it. She wore the reins around the clock, and her cord was usually locked to something. She has told me that they have given her a lot of help including keeping her out of a real prison and stopping her from getting hold of drugs. For the most she was able to look at her reins as her lifeline" (her own expression) and she found it only logical she had to have her bridle on when she was led somewhere not to escape. Also she didn't even mind wearing plastic coated clothes anymore. Well, she got out and got a job and it all looks good for her.
Talk to ye later
I thought I pretty much liked plastic coated clothing, but now I have just discovered something I definitely wouldn't want to wear. Here's the idea:
The problem about wearing these types of clothes is that you get wet from the inside because the material does let air through to dry the sweat. Me and Jennifer had that problem when we had to wear overalls for longer periods, and after some time we would be cold because of this phenomenon. Well, someone has come up with a solution; Naked you put on a diaper and short rubber pants, then you put on a body tight plastic overall that is sprayed inside with a kind of starch gel. On top of the overall you get the harness locked, and then you can dress in any type of clothes, preferably a thick PVC-overall with waterthightly fitted boots and gloves (Jennifer and I had those, and they are fun). The gel in the inner overall absorbs all the sweat, and you can be in your reins for as long as the diaper lasts. Doesn't it sound gross! I wonder how it feels to be imbedded in jelly for a whole day?
Hey out there!
No, I didn't mind you telling that girl about me. That's OK, but please don't mention any of it so that your parents can hear about it.
I have told you that by use of reins it seems to be possible to save kids from narcotic addictions, but it can also do them harm. A couple of weeks ago we came in contact with a twelve year old boy who's parents cared more or less only about getting drugs. The boy was almost always fully dressed in PVC at school, and wore a locked cruchrein underneath. Everybody teased him of course, and among the children it was well known that he was always connected with a pretty short cord at home. The reins guarded him while mom and dad were doing burglaries to get money for more cocaine, and they never moved him without his bridle. A bout half a year ago they started to dress him in the jelly inner overall that I told you about. He also started to have diapers regularly. During the weekends he had those big 36 h diapers on for more than two days. One morning he didn't turn up at school and his mother called in and said that he was sick and wouldn't come for some time. After four days the teacher got worried and called the Police. They found him locked up in a small Plexiglas cage. He wore his jelly overall, 36 h diaper and his bridle. He had food and water, but no one had changed his diaper for 48 hours, and he had had the bridle, with a big flat bit, on for almost a week. This was why he couldn't shout to get someone to notice him. They had fixed up nicely with the TV-set just outside the cage...
How can people be so evil? What is wrong?
Well, the boy is being cared for now.
Everyone can just guess how icky it can be to have a 12 h diaper! I've had both 24 and 36 h diapers, and I can assure you that after two days and one night you are very happy to get the diaper off. Then imagine how it is to have a diaper on for 48 h...
Hi there Plastic Peter!
(I'm just getting even with you for calling me Bridle Sue.)
I think I have pretty much worked it out for Mary (my little sister) now. It took me some time to convince mom not to use crutch reins on her, but now she wears just a top rein (only the upper part of normal reins). They put on the top rein over the clothes and only when she actually uses it, so now she doesn't have to walk around all day with locked reins inside her clothes. Now mom only connects her for walks and shopping etc. She doesn't have to be connected while playing in the garden anymore (which I had to till I was 14), but the neighbours still use their big outdoor play pen (read cage) for their boy, so she spends some time in there with him.
Mary wears a new type of ED-pants that are lighter and not all covered with plastic. They kind of looks like suspender jeans. I think she likes them and they are quite popular among kids of her age. Actually the pants look quite like the so called College ED-pants that were popular among students when you were here.
You mentioned your cousin Anna, how is she? What does she do? I don't remember her very well, but one thing come to my mind; We played with her ones in a mud pit and the rain was pouring down. You and I were safely locked in our reins, but Anna just wore the PVC-overall without being connected. Was she ever using reins? If she didn't, its funny she wore plastic clothing so long, did you say fourteen?
Talk to ye later!
Hi again Peter!
I is really nice to correspond with you, so here I go again!
I just got back form a spring break trip to Chicago. Had a relay nice time there at the home of a class mate!
While I was there I drove to check up the store that KidReins have in town. Illinois has not yet adopted the same legislation that Minnesota and Iowa have, so they are able to freely sell some stuff there that is not permitted here anymore. People go from Minneapolis to Chicago to buy for instance new crutch reins for their kids (they are not illegal to use). However, they cannot buy bridles because they are illegal to use in Minnesota. I felt really bad seeing a girl of about nine coming in bridled and leashed to the store with her nanny. I feel ashamed that I actually did not simply refuse to wear my bridle when I was younger. Of course it wouldn't have been easy, but I could at least have made more trouble when my parents wanted to bridle me. Even if the bridles of today are much more comfortable (as they claim), it is still very humiliating to wear it. One feels like some sort of an animal without a will of your own. And even if you have a will, you cannot do anything that the person holding your leash doesn't allow you to do. I guess that walking around with a leash connected to the reins doesn't bother me as much, at least for smaller children, but that should of course also be avoided. I remember how bad you felt when we were leashed in Goteburg and we went around to visit museums, but for me that was almost normal.
I hope you got the pages from that catalogue! There are some interesting items in there...
I sent one page by fax because I forgot to put that one into the envelope.
The network has a problem; When we say people ought to stop using all this stuff, they say that we don't know what we are talking about because we don't use the stuff our selves (anymore). So now we have solved that by trying a lot of stuff. This week I have tried a new so called collar reins (se catalogue). They were not so bad to have on as one might expect, but even so it's not nice to be connected to the neck...
Actually at this moment when I'm at the computer, I have a bridle on. Jennifer and I have had big flat bits in our mouths all day. They really are better now than the once we had back then. With this bit I can close my mouth totally, but because the bit is flat and fills up a large area inside, I can not really talk. When Jennifer and I speak to each other today we sound very strange because we cannot use our tongues.
Tomorrow we are, so Jennifer claims, going to try those icky-slimy gel overalls and be locked in a cage all day. It will be interesting in a weird way, but I'm not looking forward to it! I'm going to have to use a diaper again!
PS. I think you should take that Lena with you out on a rainy day being dressed in plastic clothing and have some fun. It still is fun, when you don't have to have reins, believe me! If she doesn't have rainwear I'm sure you have some PVC-stuff that fits her
At this moment I'm doing something I regret. I'm in a small Plexiglas cage and I have a rubber overall filled with slime around my body. Jennifer talked me into this, but in this cage we are separated by bars so I can't kill her now! It's really horrible. I feel sticky all over and I can't even use my bare hands because the overall has rubber gloves! We've been in here for two ours, only ten left! Jennifer told the personnel here to unlock the cages after twelve ours, stupid, stupid, stupid!
/ Slimy Sue in diapers
Hi again Peter!
Very reluctantly I have now mailed a bridle to you. I borrowed one that Jen used to have because if you do want to try it on, her head and yours should be about the same size (My head is smaller, I think.). This bridle is quite simple and it cannot be locked, so it was used only for walking on a leash with. Jen usually wore reins at the same time, so she could be locked stationary with a cord. My bridle is more sturdy and can be locked, so at times I was connected in the bridle to walls or trees with the leash or with the short chain we had at the front porch, while I was waiting for my parents to walk me somewhere. Luckily, when I was connected for longer times at one place, I had reins (and diapers and plastic clothing).
I enclosed an extra hose-bit and a leash. Please send everything back quite soon (I don't want that stuff to drift around in the world for too long).
Thanx for telling me about that girl that slept on plastic. It's sometimes feels good that I was not the only one to endure such things. At home I had PVC-coated mattress and pillows and there was a strap around the bed to be connected to my reins. I was not always tied down in bed, but for a couple of years (10-12) I was tied lying flat on the breast with a diaper on several nights a week. An interesting thing to mention here is that when we were away from home I used to have a set of transparent thick vinyl plastic sheets and pillow pockets. The material was about the same as in windows" on sails for boats, you should know what that is like. I can tell you IT IS VERY ICKY to sleep on. Well now, these sheets were of a Swedish brand, Abeko. They also make PVC clothes that are sold here. Now, can you ask Eva (or whatever her name is) if she used the same sheets. It is interesting to my network job to find out if these products were only exported or if they were also sold in Sweden.
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