I'm curious to know how people get started wearing diapers after infancy. Here is my story, and every word is true.
When I was a small child and my mother would put me down for my afternoon nap, she never allowed me to get up until I had slept for at least two hours. On several occasions she had me wearing a red zipper fronted jumpsuit when she put me on her bed for the nap. I was already potty trained, so diapers were not a part of the equation.
One day when she put me down, I was wearing the red jumpsuit, and she had forgotten to send me to the potty. I felt the urge to pee, but knew I could hold it. However, curiosity caused me to wonder if I could just let a little pee out and see what it looked like as it soaked through the jumpsuit. As soon as I released a little bit, I shut off the flow. It soaked through just enough to make a dark spot, and still moisten the bedspread. Afterward I fell asleep. When she came in to awaken me from the nap, she noticed a small wet spot on the bedspread. She blamed the cat, and I didn't tell her otherwise.
Just so you know, I was six at the time.
I grew up on a ranch, so my mother kept me in bib overalls until I went to high school. Everytime I went out to do some chores, I would seek opportunities to wet myself, and let it dry before going back to the house. When I was sixteen I got a job in town working at a grocery store. As a stocker I had ample opportunity to examine the plastic baby pants. One day I took a pair and went to the store restroom, then stretched that panty until I got it all the way on myself. I didn't wet myself then, but I did keep it on until I got home, then tore it off and covered it up in the trash can.
As an adult I would often let that "spot" appear at the front of my pants. Rarely did anyone say anything, but there was one day I was waiting in line at an ATM. The man at the machine was taking his sweet time and I really had to go. This time I let more than just a spot show up, and as he was leaving he said to me, "You wet your pants."
I'll pass up on mentioning a number of public wettings for now, for they make good stories in and of themselves....but to get to the point of wearing diapers 24/7, I need to say this: Whenever my wife and I would travel, I always had something to drink; you know, cappuccino, or something with a lot of caffeine in it....and then I'd hold to the point of great desperation. More often than not, I was always an ounce or two too late to reach the privy on time.
Finally one day, when my wife realized I had this incontinence thing going on, I suggested that I start wearing diapers. She agreed. Today, I wear them, she buys them for me, or I order them online, and I cover them with plastic pants.
Well, there it is. Convince the wife you just can't hold it anymore, and she'll find a way to help you out. And now, for the kicker....I've also convinced her that wearing a diaper when going out really makes for a stress free jaunt. And now we both wear diapers whenever we go out. Life is good.