I'm not even sure how many of you will remember me at this point. I've been away for quite a while, and the last time I "returned" I didn't end up sticking around for long.
Well, the reason for that was that I was having some issues with my fiancee regarding diapers. If you've read some of my old posts, you know that after we got engaged she pretty much attacked my fetish and tried to make me "quit". Long story short, I told her that wasn't quite how it worked, but she didn't listen.
I seriously considered ending the relationship, however I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. She'd been kind of sick for a while, and I was doing my best to take care of her and not stress her out too much. During that time, I was pretty frustrated and I couldn't bear to come here, as reading about others wearing diapers and how great they were, etc., just made me depressed.
Fast forward a couple months to this past weekend, and something amazing happened. We had a marriage preparation class (I thought it was going to blow, but much to my surprise, it did not), at which we had a number of exploratory activities where we shared our views on things and explored our opinions of each other.
One of the activities was to write a "love letter" about our biggest worries about the upcoming marriage. I, of course, alluded to diapers in a sort of indirect way under the category of openness (she has some things I'd like her to open up to me about too, though not of a similar nature). At the end of the activity, we exchanged letters and read.
Much to my surprise, in her letter she came right out and said that she thought that I was probably worried about "the diapers" and that she used to fear them, but doesn't anymore. She said she didn't have a problem with me wearing them "when I need to". Although it wasn't exactly an outright acceptance, I was ecstatic and tears welled up in my eyes.
Later in the day we talked and laid out some new ground rules. Basically she doesn't want me doing it every day, but when I do it she wants me to do it at work (used to wear them there all the time) and that she's not yet ready for me to wear them to bed. We also came to some agreements on protocols for ordering them - ironically, she's much more concerned with discreet shipping than I am. I guess I came to terms with myself years ago, and I couldn't care less if the box came to my doorstep with a big "ADULT DIAPERS" label down the side.
So, it's not all exactly as I'd like it, but it's a HUGE step in the right direction! In light of that, this place no longer depresses me and I hope to spend more time here again.