I feel as though I'm somewhere almost dead-center in the AB and DL continuum. When I'm feeling more childish, I am more of a toddler. But then, there are days when I am just keyed up on being an adult in a diaper. Honestly, it's very rare that I truly regress and feel young. More often, when I wrap up, I just feel... complete... at peace.
I'm also a big fan of cloth diapers, and normally that complete and peaceful feeling I just mentioned only comes about when I'm in cloth. As a child of a working-poor family in the early '80s, I was raised in cloth, so maybe that has something to do with it. These days, I can wear a disposable and enjoy it, but honestly, it just doesn't compare with a well-folded diaper of thick cloth!
Besides all the other stuff... I'm happily partnered to a 24/7-wearing (by choice) DL that is also my Bubby. We have a house together that we've been fixing up slowly but surely. Funny enough, the original floorplan has the master bedroom and the second bedroom set up as a nursury suite, and I'm planning to put that second bedroom to its intended (nursury) use! I'm pretty open about being an ABDL, to the extent that most of my friends know and I have no qualms at all about wearing in public or being seen with a paci.
A few years ago, I got hit by an SUV that ran a red light and smashed my leg into pieces. I wound up spending almost 3 years recovering from that, but I did make a full recovery, better than I could have hoped. Between that, some other heavy stuff that I dealt with in the early 2000s, and having all of my diaper stuff found by Canadian border guards on a trip, I feel as though I have a pretty unique perspective on the Universe.
Bluntly, my view on the Universe is, what's the point of life if you're not going to live it?