First off I would like to introduce myself. I have been lurking around your site for a while and found it to be a very nice community. I feel as though the real life experiences people share here are directly from my own book of life. I fell happy to share with you what will be best week of my current life.
I am about to spill my life story to you so be gentle...
I found that I was a DL when I was still young. I didn't know why, but I would always wet the bed. I had to wear Pull-Ups until I was in my pre-teens, and wet the bed even into my very young teenage years. When I finally grew out of it I felt confused. They had been apart of my life for so long I didn't know what to do. I gradually delved into the internet, first finding a picture of what looked like a woman in a diaper. Even though it wasn't, the picture was just too small to notice, I wondered if such a thing could ever actually exist.
Sure enough I found ABDL websites where tens of thousands of people, just like me, had formed tight-knit communities where they could watch out for each other. Though this was great to see I never really got the chance to experience the same thing they so happily did. So I began to search for such happiness.
Over the years I acquired whatever I could scrounge up from my 'past life'. I found an unused Pull-Up under my sink from when I used to store them there for the convenience of my younger self. I found two more in my camper, for when I needed protection overnight in the outdoors. Finally I found three large sized baby diapers in my grandparents house that I would use when I was there. These were neat to put on, though they didn't fit so I would have to use my underwear as a structure, but they didn't give me what I wanted, security.
When I finally got into college I was excited, but diapers were not the first thing I thought about. I had roommates, small classes, and the college was in a town right next to mine, only a few miles away. I didn't fell like I had gotten far enough from home to do anything...
That all changed when I was introduced to my second roommate. He, to simply state it, annoying. Not a single person could stand him, but we couldn't really put our finger on it as to why. Ultimately, as the second semester came to a close, I found myself driven crazy by my roommate, my classes, and the urge to get away from it all. One evening I woke up and drove around town; I finally decided that this night was the night I would do what I wanted, others' opinions be dammed. I thought up a plan to buy a pack of Goodnites from the local store, but everyone in that small college was there at every hour of the night, except at the crack of dawn.
This was when I was going to make my move; I waited patiently until 5:00 to strike. I walked in casually to buy some normal college gear. Soap, deodorant, and mouth-rinse filled my arms as I went to check out. As she rang me up I picked my phone out of my pocket and 'answered' it. A few "ok"s and "uh huh"s and then the big question "Yeah I am at the store now, why? ... Sure I guess I can get them for her but will she pay me back?"
I looked at my cashier and asked her if she could wait just a second, I needed to get something. I dashed back to the diaper aisle and scanned the selection as quickly as possible. I couldn't find Goodnites! My plan seemed ruined, but I was able to quickly recover and buy a pack of generic ones. I ran back and checked out, still on the phone muttering "ok", "No its fine.", "I'll just drop them off to her on my way there."
After I escaped I felt a THRILL! I was so excited I got back to my car and drove away as fast as I could. On the road I opened up the bag and found that they were HUGE. Longer than anything I had imagined for 5+ years. I got back to my room, still dark outside, and climbed my bunk. I was determined, so I put them on under the covers, as quietly as I could since my roommate was still asleep on the opposite side of the room. When I finally got them on they were not as comfortable as I would have hoped, but I knew it was because I was wearing generic ones. I slipped on my sweat pants, got out of bed again and got on my bike.
I rode around the entire town, miles of roads. I went all day with my diaper and my bike, and at around 3:00 I stumbled into my dorm where others were watching T.V. . I sat next to them and they asked how my Final Exam Reviews were going, I told them I wasn't going to them, and that I was more confident about my finals this semester than I had ever been about finals in my life.
This one event kick-started my entire life. I avoided roommates the remaining year and a half while I was there, I increased my confidence in my purchases of diapers (and other things such as school work and my social life), opened a P.O. Box; ordered; and tried my first adult diaper, and finally made it to where I am now. Working on a Bachelor's degree, preparing for graduate school, and enjoying one of the best weeks of my life, I have not looked back.
Thank you for such a neat community, great people, and your attention for the duration of your reading my diapered life.