Being a parent is never going to be easy. Non-parents often have impractical opinions.
Growing up in the 1960s I knew all about diapers for infants, kids, teens and adults. If anyone was writing about people who wore diapers for fun, that material was way, way underground. My Mom, Granny and Aunt Betsy never made a secret that all were urinary incontinent and therefore wore larger versions of the pinned gauze diapers smaller people wore. Mom suspected she inherited her bladder problems, as had her younger sister Betsy, from their mother Granny Vi. Mom reasoned the chances were high all her daughters, including me, would have bladder problems, so we might as well grow up without fear of diapers.
Shortly after my youngest sister Missy gave birth to her daughter in 1990, Missy told me about how playing Adult Baby helped her cope with her incontinence. I gave AB a try and it worked for me. Then we discussed AB with our Mom. She apologized that she knew nothing about AB, but if she had known she would have told us. Missy and I talked it over, then she talked about AB with her husband. They decided to be discreet about AB with their daughter, but to not try making it a top secret.
Coincidentally and earlier, about 1982, my husband Don's late wife Jean became urinary incontinent at menopause. Her gynecologist suggested that Jean join The Simon Foundation for Continence. That was how Jean discovered AB as a way to cope. She joined Diaper Pail Friends and even wrote on the subject. Jean assumed only mature adults were into AB, so she made a major effort to hide her pacifiers, bottles and non-incon stuff from her kids. The older two were adults and living at university, so that part was easy. More complicated was keeping her AB interest from their son, who was 7 when Jean hit menopause. Jean wrote about having storage cabinets made for the master bedroom with locked doors.
Flash forward to 1986. Don and Jean were in Europe on business, with their younger son. Their daughter, then 22, flew over to join them for a week in Germany. A few days later Jean and her daughter passed a shop displaying Bavarian dresses. The daughter said one of those would be adorable on Jean. That night at dinner the daughter presented such a dress to her mother, saying, "Mommy this will be so cute when you play big baby" Clearly that secret had leaked, as secrets always do within families.
By the time Missy's daughter was old enough to take notice, I was married to Don. His daughter, who is 4 months older than me, knew about my incontinence. She must have suspected about my AB. Anyway, she told me about the Bavarian dress shortly after we met. She even offered to buy one for me.
Missy's daughter is almost 21 and in pre-med. She is as profoundly urinary incontinent as Missy and me. AB is no secret to her, yet she calls that "Silly." Who can be sure what her feelings will be at age 26?