I don't know how many of you have had family that have been told about your diapers or, if it is applicable, the incontinence that requires them. The real question is what is the reaction of those that you love and you care about in return? Additionally, has it been something that has affected relationships?
I'm incontinent. I've had neurological problems for many years that have given me constant bladder issues and occasional bowel problems. The reactions that come from my family as I discuss it with them have been remarkable.
My father and everybody I know on my father's side of the family is where most of the bladder trouble originates--it runs rampant through the family, and I remember one of the last times I visited my grandmother before she passed away, how she and I discussed my need for diapers over the years compared to her incontinence troubles as well.
When visiting an aunt I asked about where I should throw out my wet diapers when I got up in the morning--I didn't just want to leave them in the bathroom trash for her to clean up (I make sure I wear diapers to keep the bed dry when visiting). My aunt replied that I needn't worry, but I could take them out to the main trash can. We then spent time speaking of how I still had bladder trouble much like my younger years, and how my grandmother was incontinent and I had other cousins and family that were incontinent as well. My aunt recounted diapering me as old as nine or ten with as often as I wet the bed--not trying to be spiteful, just gentle ribbing.
So I have one side of my family that is understanding and loving. What is still amazing to this day, even to me, however, is that my own mother is as cruel and evil as she is about it all. Of course, this is the same bitch who told me she was sorry she gave birth to me, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Some things just blow you away, though. Even though I was not potty trained until almost six, wet the bed regularly all my life to the point that diapers were used at least until 11 or 12, on and off afterwards, with all this, with all the daytime accidents, she refuses to accept that I may fight incontinence.
When my first child was born, my wife and I went to visit and spent a few nights with her and my stepfather. She found my wet diapers in the trash and told me that two of us shouldn't need diapers. She has constantly told me over and over how I need to go and get this problem 'fixed', yet when I was a child she was content to just go along with the doctor who would say that I would probably grow out of it eventually.
I've given up on her and no longer have a relationship with her. She is willing to scream and threaten anything and everything as long as she doesn't have to act. But when it comes to her having to actually make an effort, she won't. To her, nothing is sacred, anything is permissible as long as it makes her life easier.
When we moved to this area, she and my stepfather would visit a city less than forty minutes away to go see their friends, yet they could not take the time away to come see their grandchildren. Then they expected my wife and I to drive the kids up to see them once they moved up here for good. This is the woman who gave me hand-me-downs from my sister to make it easier for diaper changes. She had no qualms about dressing her child in clothing of the opposite gender; after all, it saved her money and she already had to spend enough for diapers.
Needless to say, I'm glad that I have some people for my family. Others, I wish I could forget. My wife has said she has had dreams where she has wanted my mother dead; I can't blame my wife in the least.