by, 07-Jan-2014 at 00:51 (477 Views)
Sometimes I think I am lucky, being a female AB. I can get away with things that guys my age wouldn't.
For instance, I'm currently wearing a footed sleeper, hot pink with yellow duckies. It has a drop seat. Quite frankly, it's adorable. Stick a pacifier in my mouth and I'm a picture perfect example of a cute AB girl.
I can also walk around the house in this sleeper and no one thinks it's odd. My mom even tried to convince me to order one for her.
My family looks at it and sees a cute, but practical purpose for the cold winter months, and since it's currently four degrees out, that interpretation makes sense. I don't think most boys could get away with it, though.
I'm lucky in other ways, too -- my very first diaper arrived in the mail today and I have the day off work tomorrow because of the cold. I'll be padding up for the first time in about two decades tonight and I can't wait. I'll wait until the family goes to bed, of course, and my bedroom door will be locked, but if I get caught, they'll be easy to explain away.
My mom has some bladder problems -- a tiny one for her age and sometimes she doesn't realize she has to go until moments before it happens. It's well-known in our family and no one blinks twice if she has an "accident." They happen about once every three months or so, so it's not a rare event.
I've apparently inherited her problems because within the last few years, my bladder capacity has shrunk. I used to be able to sleep an entire night without going to the bathroom, but now I have to get up three or four times a night (so let's hope this diaper is up to its task, ha). And the time I have before an accident is getting less and less, too. If I last another five years without having an accident, I will be surprised.
So if my family does happen to see my diapers, I already have my excuse at the ready. A medical need that I don't yet have but am quickly developing; it's not a stretch to imply that it's already developed.
And they will believe me.
Just about the only thing I can't explain away is my bottle. Even my pacifiers can be explained -- I grind my teeth and snore, both of which pacifiers have been shown to help with.
I prefer to keep my AB side a secret, but if word gets out...well, it's not the end of the world. I'm lucky that way.