Dear Susan,

I am, and have been since I was 11, a baby, and I have worn nappies to bed and around the house since I left home at the age of 16, and travelled from the UK to live in Australia. I have in my wardrobe a fine collection of baby clothes from very pretty baby girl dresses to sweet boys' romper suits. I do not feel that I am any sex in particular, so am able to indulge in either sex clothes.

What I missed until recently was a lady to share my life with, I am 46 years old, and for many years thought that I was mad or something, due to the fact that I did not know that anyone else did this type of activity. It was not until one day in 1986, when I discovered a magazine with pictures of men dressed as babies. Needless to say I bought the book and took it home in a state of great excitement.

I am now married, and we have just had the birth of a lovely baby boy, who my wife insists on breast feeding, with no complaint from me. Once the small baby has been feed and put down, the big baby gets to feed as well. I must tell you, the milk is great and I enjoy sitting with my mummy wife and drinking my milk.

I would like some one to give her advice on how she should treat me. She is a little surprised by my baby activities but does not say I should not, but she is not so happy to dress me, or actually treat me as the baby I want to be. Any advice you can give her to get her to see the advantages of me being a sissy baby would be happily passed on to her.

I was made aware of your magazine by Wilf who makes the baby reins, which I so adore.

This brings me to an interesting story: when I was about 15, I went to a boarding school in Wanstead, near London. I had already discovered that I was a baby, and used to buy single nappies and wear them when I had free time from school. One day I was walking down the High Street when I noticed in a shoe repair shop a pair of baby reins. Now you would say this is not uncommon, and I would agree, but these were so big that when I bought them, which I did with great excitement and heart beating really fast, I found they fitted me correctly. I took them back to school and would take them out in secret when no one was around. Now these reins were exactly the same as what Wilf makes today. Unfortunately someone found them one day, and I could not own up that they were mine, so they were thrown away in the rubbish and never seen again. Boy, did I cry that night.
Bye for now,

Big Baby Robert,

P.S. Anyone who wishes to contact me is welcome, if it is permissible. I hope to tell many stories I have about having clothes made by elderly ladies in Australia in the future.

If anyone would like to write to Robert, could they please write to me. I was very interested to read about the baby reins that you bought when you were in your teens, and it must have been very, very saddening to see them thrown away - you have my sympathy. But you are so lucky to have found a mummy who understands at least partially what her baby needs.

Has she seen this site? If you showed her my essay 'The Bliss of Nappies' in the Christmas Annual, then that might help her to understand. I intend reprinting a superb, impressionistic piece, 'Come to Mummy', from am old, out-of-print copy of 'Madame' magazine, in this year's issue of 'Dummy Discipline Digest'. If she reads letters from other babies - what about the one from Baby Amanda in this issue? - then that will help her understand.

Please write again and tell me about the baby clothes that you have had made. Most ladies who are good at needlework are only too happy to make wonderfully pretty frocks and nice bloomered romper suits for big babies.
Susan