I was significantly premature and had bedwetting issues till well into my teens. My parents didn't put me in diapers or none of that, but they got really frustrated about when I wet my bed. But I remember my first urge to voluntarily wear a diaper and it was back in '99 at a Daycare center when my b**** of a nanny (she yelled frequently and treated us like garbage) finally left the room and I just remember this vivid curiosity and I grabbed it, undid it, and put it in between my legs (over my pants) and then I took it off and put it back. Then later, at another daycare provider many moons later, while I was well into middle school and still at a daycare, there was a special needs girl who wore diapers. The crappy, generic ones that didn't even have the tabs. But one day, the urge outweighed everything else and I snuck one, just one, off to the bathroom and put it on. I was having bedwetting issues still at this point and after my second foray into what I know now was exploring my budding *bdl side, I took my bike down to stop and shop and bought a pack of the "good" brands of diapers when the place still carried them. It was still a spotty thing, here and there, when I could. I was still way too paranoid to wear publicly or wear when anyone was home and I had juuuust started getting into ADISC (many many moons ago). But, near the end of high school, I found a girl (now my ex-girlfriend and I regard her fondly as my first love) who thought it was "ADORABLEEEEE" and totally didn't mind me doing my thing, even with her. She never changed me or anything but she really just thought it was the bee's knees that I had this weird quirk about me that separated me from the norm.
Anyway, our relationship eventually headed south after graduation because of a combination of distance and the fact that we were still in that awkward period that most working-class upbringing (and otherwise, not being classist, sorry :x) kids often go through where you don't have a car till you're finished or at least well into college. Didn't see each other enough. It effed me all the way up for a while, developed a drug problem, completely shut Little Alex out for a while and experienced a total devolution of the mind.
Years of therapy later, back in school, whole nine, yadda yadda... now through college I've met plenty of littles and other kinksters and people into strange stuff and I feel very at home with an accepting group of friends around me. And now I live with two kink-aware, ABDL-aware, and genuinely accepting, loving people who are all about letting me do me (and they know I'm always padded). And now I've found my freedom, both in life and expressing my little side, and I found a girl (who was terribly confused about the whole thing in the beginning and not really sure if she could do it, but has made a huge turnaround with some explanation and some time, so don't give up on people if you really think it's love!! Advice for the youngbloods!! Be gentle!!) and now I have a pretty solid balance between work, school, and my little life and I'm surrounded by people who are nothing but accepting and when you get past the high school mentality, the amount that you give a s*** what anyone thinks (minus regarding important places like work...) drops astoundingly. Like, I used to be terrified to walk into Stop and Shop and buy depends and now I walk into my local Medical Supply store like "Alright *cracks knuckles* case of these..and these... and these... please and thanks! See ya next month!
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It's interesting how much life begins to pan out A. after high school and getting away from the people you grew up around when you get the ability to make your own friends and you aren't forced to be around people because they've stuck around so long and B. after you fully begin to accept the little side of you and stop giving a damn what anyone thinks of your undergarments. Lol. I know, super long rant. But I've been off ADISC for a very very long time hehe. Got some catching up to do.