Hello, I am DLJD502. I came across a link here while following links for further information on diaper lovers from understanding.infantilism.org. Being intrigued by how little access I had without registering, I registered to see more. Upon registration, I still had limited access. The limits are why I am willing to stay and post.
I have spent over a decade with obsessive effort hiding my most secret interests. This is the first location I have felt safe enough to begin opening up. The first revelation is my picture. Yes, that picture is intentionally cut down to barely reveal two things: diapers and self bondage. While I understand this is an AB/DL website, I felt it necessary to provide fair warning that the other interest is inseparable. Both interests started long before I can recall and have always been together in my mind. However, I will make every effort to remain on topic within this website.
With that clarified, I will move on to the correct topic, diapers. My earliest memory is from about age 7. My family was at the grocery store purchasing a few weeks worth of groceries and I happened up a package of Depends in the health isle. Only mom was within eye site, so I asked her what they were. Her response: adult diapers. Ever since, adult diapers was something I wanted to wear. I read every piece of information on diapers and incontinence I could secretly view. This included dictionaries and encyclopedias. The opportunity to try a diaper did not come until several years later. It was a baby size 2 duct taped into place. I longed for having a chance to buy diapers in my size. Later, I tried getting free samples. They only sent coupons for months to my parent’s PO Box. I saved the coupons and endured the embarrassment every time another coupon arrived. Most of them expired because in a town of a thousand people, I did not have enough nerve to purchase from the town pharmacy.
The next stage in my progression was my driver’s license. Now I could drive out of town to buy depends in my size. Many a pack stuffed into a backpack was smuggled from my car into the house through the bedroom window after dark. Since mom occasionally wanted to see what books I brought home from the library, I never brought the overfilled backpack through the front door.
Upon graduation, I took an out of state job and maintained a stash of diapers. At no time has age regression, adult baby clothes, or other baby related items entered my curiosity.
Thank you for reading my introduction.