Within the last few days I have learned that Dickie Byrd, who wrote one of my favorite AB stories ever (and didn't finish it), has been having troubles and guilt feelings about being an adult baby and has decided to try to stop it. He's withdrawn all his stories from the Web and is breaking contact with all his mailing lists and such.

When I was in high school and college I was troubled with such feelings and thought that I was alone, and a freak, and sick, and all that. Then I found out there were others like me who didn't think this about themselves. And I promised that I was never going to do that to myself again, since I hated that feeling. For a few years I struggled with the spiritual meaning of it all. I'm not going to tell you what to believe, but I just basically decided that since it doesn't hurt anybody for me to put on diapers and whatever, I'm not doing anything wrong.

I have no idea what's going on in Dickie's life, so I can't judge him, and it's not as if I'd feel comfortable doing that anyway. I just want to say that I hope that whatever path he takes leads him back here, stronger and wiser. I hope I haven't heard the last of him.