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Rich
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Date Posted: Monday, December 29, 2025, 10:26: pm
The basic principle here is infantilism. We solve our miseries and woes with memories of happier times. For many of us, that was childhood. What was most impactful and created the fetishes we have are the most intense experiences. For many of us that was when our mothers made us the most important thing in their lives. Often that was when we needed health care. The attention to our bowel and bladder began with the early period when we filled our diapers with pee and poop. Childhood illnesses were next, when we were suffering or were in danger without intervention.
I am the youngest of three, and my older brother and sister got most of the attention from my parents. My existence seemed like an afterthought. That was OK, because it made me very self-reliant and able to entertain myself and develop skills without being influenced as much by others. The time when I became the center of attention was when I had my childhood illnesses, just like other kids got. Then I became the one who my mother doted over. Those were the favorite moments for me. Everything that happened became a fetish in my adult life. When I want to be aroused by other than my sex life, I had those moments to remember and to recreate. They included being on my back on the bed with my head hanging over the edge to be given nose drops for a head cold. The high point was being told to turn over on my tummy and have the drop seat on my sleeper opened up and my temperature taken rectally. I had trouble swallowing pills, so my meds like aspirin were administered as suppositories. To keep the rectum clear for temperature taking and suppositories, a daily enema was administered from the red rubber bag hung on an IV stand. The doctor made house calls in those days, so a penicillin shot in the buttocks was given when I had pneumonia at age 5. The rectal thermometer was the best bonding I recall from those moments. It was intimate, loving, and intense. The enema was my next favorite.
When I reached teenaged years, I started doing these things to myself to bring back the memories. I got so aroused, I would ejaculate. To add a little more excitement, I would wear my sister's panties and pretend to be a girl and feel even more dependent and in need of my mother's care. As an adult, I found medical fetish nurses online that would role play my mother and replay all of her caring procedures. To help me regress, they would bottle or breast feed me. Eventually, I married a nurse, and she would role play for me.
Do others here have similar memories and reasons for their fetishes?
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