The Adult Baby

When I first heard about this, I had assumed that the person referred to, one Stanley Thornton Jr. was either so profoundly retarded that he could only function at an infantile level, or some pretending to be retarded to get disability payments. The truth is stranger and a little disturbing. Actually there seems to be a whole subculture of people who pretend to be babies. According to our crack staff of researchers at Wikipedia;

Paraphilic infantilism is a paraphilia, and includes a certain form of psychological regression.[1] In the majority of cases, it does not interfere greatly with a person’s work or casual social life. It is characterized by the seemingly uncontrollable desire to wear diapers, due to reasons other than medical necessity, and/or be treated as an infant[2] or toddler. Within the community of such diaper wearers, one who engages only in the erotic or sexual aspect of diaper wearing without experiencing any accompanying regression fantasies is known as a diaper lover (or DL). An adult who only engages in the infantilistic play aspect is known as an adult baby (or AB).[3] An adult who may experience both of these things is referred to as an AB/DL.[4][5] In 2004, an informal online survey of 80 adult diaper wearers showed that approximately 40% considered themselves strictly DL’s, approximately 40% were mixed, and 20% considered themselves strictly AB’s. The survey also indicated that there is a significant number of teenagers who engage in this practice.[1] The American Psychiatric Association‘s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, indicates that a majority of infantilists are heterosexual males.[6] DLs and ABs differ in self-image and the focus of attention.[2][7] Neither includes a sexual preference for children.[2][7] There is no singular, typical behavior for paraphilic infantilism, but a wide range of thought patterns and behaviors. Some fantasize about being free of guilt, responsibility, or control, whereas others might not. Some act indistinguishably from a baby at times, while others practice in a way that would probably not be noticed by passers by on the street. The desires and tastes of paraphilic infantilists vary around common themes of diapers and babyhood.[2]

Paraphilia is the nice, PC way of saying perversion. In other words, these are people who gain some sort of satisfaction, possibly sexual, from pretending to be babies.

I don’t get it. I don’t have any memories of my own infancy, but I have had four children and I have observed each of them as they grew up. Babyhood doesn’t seem that enviable a lifestyle to me. All babies do is eat, poop, and cry. It doesn’t seem to be very exciting and I can’t imagine why these people would want to wear diapers, sit in high chairs and playpens, and be bottle fed.

I am not the most ambitious man in the world. I have never desired great wealth or power, but I would like to do something with my life. I just can’t imagine living on disability unless I absolutely couldn’t work. Childhood was fun while it lasted, but to be truly happy and fulfilled, you have to grow up.

I hope they do cut off Sydney Thornton’s benefits. Unless he carries out his threat to kill himself, I think it would do him a lot of good to force him to grow up. He might even end up being happier.

Doomsday Prophet, Followers ‘Flabbergasted’ World Didn’t End

Harold Camping in 2008
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From Yahoo News. I would really hate to be Harold Camping right now. Somehow he has to explain why everyone in his congregation is still here on Earth. I would hope he has a good explanation for Robert Fitzpatrick who spent $140,000 on advertising the upcoming Rapture.

I can’t feel too bad about Mr. Camping. It doesn’t look as if he was trying to defraud anyone. Apparently, he sincerely believed the End was at hand. If there is any lesson to learned here, it would be to study the Bible in context and don’t read things into scripture that aren’t there. The Bible nowhere gives a date for the end and Jesus explicitly said that no one could know except God.