Is yet just beginning upon us. It's made me so happy in the last week, because having come back to university has been my chance to be back in my nappies after all summer of not being able to wear much; living with my pops.
But when I'm away on my own, I just love to try to live in diapers 24/7. All summer, maybe it was the increased vitamin D in my blood or what, maybe just the inconvenience involved in summer time nappies at the folks house.
For the last two weeks, I've been in diapers almost like all the time - had a sudden bout of poopies today that I was soooo tempted to relieve and I would have felt wayy better. But the clean up from that kind of mess, was worth holding it; but I virtually ripped my diaper off almost to sit on the potty.
Really though, this is how I've been feeling lately. Just completely submissive and lonely. My diapers everyday, remind me that I'm a useless and dirty rotten person, and while enjoyable; this diaper love and insatiable desire to risk my social status to remain padded in wet - sometimes leaky diapers, is the only way I feel comfortable in my pissy little diaper world; only deserving of my incurably foul psyche to reside in leaking diapers, soaked plastic panties, and wet jeans
Sorry to bombard, don't really know my direction here; just trying to instigate a conversation about the daily joys/hassles, fears/remedies, embarrassing moments - and the even more embarassing moments.