My story has been told dozens of times, here and elsewhere (DPF, Wetville, ABKingdom, WetSet, Experience Project, FetLife, ADISC, etc., but I'll reiterate, for the sake of those reading it here.
Currently 64, always straight, single until 35, always wanted to find "the right woman", and hope I could share my attraction to diapers, plastic pants, and baby-like tendencies, now a father of three, grandfather of four, using diapers & plastic pants, all through my life, whenever possible...
1. At what age did you get that first hint that you were into diapers?
As I was being taken out of them, at just beyond two. I know not why, but I wanted them back, and other kids had them, and it was like a seed that got planted in my brain, and grew... and grew... and grew. My siblings were "helping" to potty train me, and I was a fast learner, but an unhappy camper! Not sure anyone taught me how to properly wipe. I learned that by doing. Two through five, it was always "there", but I thought I'd outgrow it, just like other kids seemed to forget their diapers, but it kept showing up in places (bedwetter pants ads, cartoons, TV programs, etc.), in the form of age regressions, shrinking, babyplay & ageplay, and the cast was being set, and hardening... I knew then that there was a mental & physical stimulation from it all, I just didn't know why. I was an otherwise ordinary kid, outgoing & daring, learning about everything I could, mechanical & otherwise. Never was great at "people", but that didn't really matter.
2. How did you satisfy your urges then because there were no products available for us?
Well, I had a brother, three years younger. I always thought my mom was just done with kids in diapers, and that's why she rushed me out of them, but, in reality, she had a miscarriage, after me, and tried again, with my younger sibling. New baby in the house! Old baby, not such a big deal anymore... Anyway, it did bring fresh diapers & plastic pants back into the house, giving me some opportunities. At one point, when I was 5, I finally broke through my self-imposed barriers, and put his plastic pants on. OMG! That was it! When I reached down, and felt MY plastic pants, I was finally cooked, hooked, and I looked and looked... Liked what I saw. The returning toddler me!
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3. Did you have trouble with the opposite sex as far as dating because of these urges?
Not that I know of. I was normally attracted to girls, and did all the normal stuff with them, but when I reached puberty, and was "discovering myself", the plastic pants became my first girlfriend, if you know what I mean. Ages 12-35 saw many new things in my life (jobs, graduation, first kiss, first girlfriend, cars, racing, REAL jobs, military service, college, music, dope, etc.), BUT, one thing that never changed was my LOVE for baby stuff (the creams, the powder, the Gerber's, the feelings down below, etc.). Kept thinking it might go away, but it only grew stronger into who I really was. Finally found "her", at 33, and divulged my strange desires, soon thereafter. By 35, we we're married, with pre-teen & teen step kids.
4. Did you feel like you were the only one in the world with this secret?
Initially, but I was quick to catch on to the stuff I was seeing on TV. SOMEONE out there was thinking like I was! That I knew! Forum Magazine was the breakthrough, though, with articles & letters.
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5. Did you think there was something wrong with you?
Yes, initially, when I was very young, I quickly realized that NO other kids were talking about their previously diapered lives, or how they wanted to use the GO-BACK machine to become diapered tots again, like I did. I absolutely knew I was alone with my strange desires, but I had other secrets, too (was a bit if a thief, stealing change from mom, to get candy!). The stealing lasted until I turned 12, right when I learned about self-stim, and was able to acquire Gerber's legally. I shuddered to think of getting caught stealing them! But, now that I could buy them at the drugstore, why not pretend I still had a baby brother??? The cloth stuff was a step too far. Cleaning? Discovery! Smells? Oh, no!
6. Did you ever get to the point where you accepted that this is okay and just part of who you are? If so, when?
Sometime in my teens, when plastics met lubricant. This was now MY secret! My turn-to virtual girlfriend! Clean her up, and put her away! How could I ever explain to anyone what I'd discovered?? They'd ridicule me! Honestly, I was just too smart to attempt to bring anyone into the fold. This was MINE! I owned it. It felt good, and it was probably never going to go away, much to my wife's chagrin.
Okay, there it is. Part of my story, but the roots of my infantilist, in a nutshell.