I fought the DL side of myself for a really really long time and all it did was caused a lot of stress and depression. I felt awful about myself and hated that I was “weird” for liking diapers. The way that I came to terms with being a DL is very simple actually.
Firstly, I realized that the source of my negative feelings about liking diapers was actually my fixation on what people might think. The reality is that I don’t know, in truth, what people may think; some people will think it weird, some people may not care, and perhaps some people might say “oh I thought I was the only one that felt that way”. Honestly, I think back and realize that during this time in my life I acted as the world had already made up their mind and cast judgement on me. This is silly, because I’m sure there is a very small vein of people that have actually given thought towards ABDL’s that haven’t actually stumbled upon it (even as a DL I didn’t even know this community existed for a long time).
Secondly, I realized that being ABDL does not harm anyone! In my mind, as a DL, it’s just the same question of boxers or briefs—I circled C for other
But, seriously, what you choose to wear at night, under your clothes, out of view of others really doesn’t harm anyone. Even if people know that you wear diapers, that knowledge doesn’t inflict any harm to them at all. I do think, that directly involving others is a different matter, but that is another issue all together.
Thirdly, I realized that liking diapers doesn’t inhibit my life and my happiness. I still work, I still study. I game, I read, I go out with friends and family. All of the normal things in life are still there for the taking and the only hurdle is not the acceptance of others—it’s the acceptance of self.
