I have always had a fascination with diapers. I am sure it has something to do with my parents separating when I was still very young, (under 2), and living with my dad those early years. I remember always wishing my friends moms were mine. I still saw my mom once a week, but it was different. I was a bed wetter until I was 18 and always wished to be able to wear diapers for that. I never let anyone know, which I regret. Although I don't think my mom would have ever let me wear if I asked. I was always treated like I was just being lazy. I would steal baby diapers when I was little, and once I had a drivers license, I was buying depends and attends whenever I could afford it. I always kept everything hidden and was terrified than anyone would find out. When my wife and I were first dating I confided in her, as I knew that she was going to be the one for me. I'd love to say she handled it well, but her reaction was more typical. At first it was just a no, then over the years turned into a "don't want to see or hear it" type of thing. At some point around the 9th year of marriage she changed her mind and was open to me wearing whenever I wanted and even tried them once or twice. Stresses at work hit a high point and we relocated to another city in our state. I guess the stress was too much, because the bed wetting came back. That was one of the toughest conversations we had ever had. On the bright side, she was very supportive, and even bought diapers for me when I was running low. I was amazed at how great it felt to wake up in a dry bed with a wet diaper on. This is what I had missed out on as a child. It was the dry bed that was so wonderful. Diapers have been mostly a 24/7 thing since then.