So over a few glasses of absinthe, i let my husband know that id like to start going to bed diapered. How its a comfort thing to me, it reduces the stress im under. Pointing out how since i dont wet or mess, its no different than just thick undies.
It went relatively well. We went to bed, snuggled. He rubbed my diaper butt We fell asleep.
Hes known and endorsed my being a daddy to Little friends over the last few years. Just he made a comment once about how hed find it hard to see me as dom if i was diapered in bed. so i did it once every few months after that. It took so long for me to bring up to him that it doesnt mean im subby, just that ive a kink that i find emotionally soothing. He agreed and while still isnt thrilled at his bear being in diapers.. he had to admit that its fun to snuggle a crinkly guy
Ive just been in a good mood and wanted to share this with you all. Basically it was my own inner fears that have been stopping me from doing what i love. We really can be our worst enemy sometimes.