As a girl, I was raised by my very strict, domineering father that women are to be submissive, soft spoken, and treated like children. My mother passed away when I was very young, leaving my dad (or daddy as I’m required to call him) to raise my brother and I as a single parent. My brother has always had much more freedom and respect than me. I am kept as a baby or toddler (if I’m lucky). Daddy has always kept my bedroom a nursery, furnished with a crib, changing table stocked full of diapers and changing supplies, and a large rocking chair where I nurse a baby bottle full of formula every evening before my strict 7pm bedtime. The living room is where my play pen is set up- this is where I spend most of my time. Hours and hours of playing with the mindless infant toys, rattles and teethers, while a baby show blares in the background. Daddy keeps a baby monitor on beside me at all times if he isn’t watching me, making sure I’m being a good girl in my play pen. At random, he will stop to lean over the play pen and give me some condescending baby talk before checking my diaper. Most of my diaper changes take place on a changing pad in the middle of living room floor. Often times in front of friends and family who happen to be visiting. Although humiliating for me, everyone else acts like it’s the most natural thing- a 25 year old woman having her dirty diapers changed before being laid back down in a play pen for “tummy time.” I’m always placed in a high chair for dinner, stripped down to my diaper and oversized baby bib. Daddy always makes sure I never escape the high chair without being covered in baby food. Not to my mention the humiliating baby talk and the fact that I’m almost always having dinner in a full diaper and don’t get my face and chest wiped off until after my diaper is changed after dinner…