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Sure, this is going to sound like a stereotypical "telling my mum" story, but I'd though I'd share my experience, just to show that being honest and truthful with such a unique matter can have a positive outcome.
So, as I mentioned in my introduction a few months ago I'm 18 and from Wales in the UK and have always felt the urge to "wear" from a very young age. I blame this feeling on the fact that I don't get along with my Dad and kind of made my childhood a misery, "wearing" gives me a form of escapism and happyness, that I feel is unique to me.
Since the age of 14, I took the stereotypical "drynites route", sneakily buying them from Asda/Tesco/Boots and stashing them in my bedroom and wearing them discreetly at night.
In the past year, I've been ordering all-in-one diapers from Hartmann Direct and through a mobility store in Cardiff, the large city near me.
Due to the bulkyness of the packages of the Molicare Super Plus and Kendall Lille Supremes that I had bought myself, I found a good hiding place underneath the kitchen cupboards....kind of like a void between the bottom shelf of the cupboard and the kitchen floor, the length of the kitchen and about 12 inches high, with a wooden flap that clipped on, concealing it all.
All was fine and I went undiscovered for many months, until a few night ago when I was sat here on my laptop and my mum was rummaging in the cupboards, she spotted the plastic tab from one of my Molicares sticking out of the hiding space, naturally being curious, she pulled it and the wooden flap opened, exposing my stash.
Luckily, at the time I was in quite a bad mood....so when she confronted me, I just let out the whole 18 years worth of "why I do it".....I obviously got bombarded with the "are you incontinent, do you need to see a doctor?" treatment, but by telling her that by wearing to bed I relax and it gives me my form of escapism she seemed to accept it, smile and say "oh well, I suppose you could be self harming or taking drugs".
I explained the concept that from her perspective, she shouldnt see my pads as being "babyish", but just as an object that gives me my unique way to relax, no matter how eccentric or outlandish it may seem.
All in all, she has accepted my "wearing" as being my own private thing to do, I'm obviously still discreet with it and would never wander around the house blatently showing it off. The fact that she knows has also taken away the whole fear of "getting caught". Now, on the offchance that she spots a small piece of plastic sticking out from my duvet at night, she atleast knows why I do it.
I hope I've given an alternative view upon how opening up and telling the truth can have a good outcome, I'm certainly feeling less embarassed now and am definitely embracing it more!