I’m going to preface this by saying that I had a desire to wear diapers before I was old enough to be embarrassed by bedwetting,
so I’m not trying to delve into why I like diapers or what drew me to them.
Reading posts here reminded me of a moment when I was a teenager. I was a bed wetter until I was well into my teens. I hated
waking up cold and wet, and having to change sheets and clothes every morning. I hated having a room that smelled of
ammonia. And most of all I hated having a plastic cover on my mattress that made noise every time I moved and not wanting
anyone in my room because they may touch my bed and hear the plastic.
At some point my Mother must have mirrored my dislike of wet sheets because she had a very tender conversation with me
offering an alternative. She actually explained what adult diapers were using terms like briefs and told me that it was my
decision if I wanted to use them. In a quarter second flat my manhood and pride kicked in and I said no.
It wasn’t until fairly recently as I had to move back in with her due to hardship that I had a conversation about wearing diapers.
I was sick of hiding something from a Mother that I had always been honest with. Now I just wonder what my late teens would
have been like had I accepted her offer. I turned into a sullen youth who locked his bedroom door and obviously had secrets as
I snuck diapers into the house and had a locked trunk in my room. Instead of worrying her and becoming distant I could have
had an entirely different experience free from secrecy.