I hope this is the right forum to put this in. I've been in a reflective mood lately (or maybe it's my obsessive compulsive nature) and keep thinking about why I have these AB/DL desires.
There are a lot of people within this community who seem able to pinpoint the age or moment they became attracted to diapers, e.g., "I knew the minute I was out of them and potty trained, I wanted to be back in them!" and a smaller percentage who seem to know why they became attracted to wearing diapers, which from what I've read, is often sadly related to horrible incidents of physical, emotional, and/or sexual abuse.
That's not my situation at all, though. I've told my story a few times. I, by all accounts and my own recollection, had a normal and uneventful childhood. I was the youngest of three siblings, born in 1976. I remember my parents telling the story a few times (much to my great embarrassment, because it always seemed to happen at dinner or a family get together) of how I didn't potty train until after I was 3 years old, which had to be unusual during that time. By all accounts, I was also pretty embarrassed at that age when my parents would go to the grocery store and buy me diapers while I was with them. I don't recall any of that, nor have I ever found any photographic evidence that I was wearing diapers at that age. The closest thing I found was a picture of my brother -who is almost 3 years older than me, wearing a t-shirt and a thick disposable diaper, around the age of 2.5-3. Definitely older than 2.5, but not 3 yet. So, perhaps my parents were laid back about the whole potty training thing, or maybe they just sucked at it, I don't know, lol. They've both been gone a long time now, so I can't ask, and not sure I would even if I could.
I don't believe I was a bedwetter, or if I was, it was only for a short period, because again, no recollection in childhood of it. I do remember having a few toilet accidents in my pants at school when I was younger, at least one of which required my mother to leave work to bring a change of clothes to me at the nurses office, which she was not happy about, and one incident walking home from school or a friend's house at around age 8 and being unable to hold it and pooping in my underwear and then tossing them in the woods to dispose of them. Those were just a small number of accidents though, and I don't necessarily think they were atypical in childhood. The only other thing that would be "different" I suppose is my older sister and parents told me a few times I didn't speak much at all until I was about 4 years old, but they attributed that to the fact that with older siblings, I'd just point to something and before I could say what I wanted, they'd speak for me. I remember my mom used to tease that "Once you started talking more, we couldn't get you to shut up!" I suppose it's fitting I became a lawyer who now spends his days talking to clients and judges.
My point is, nothing here appears to be a "triggering" event of sorts. Yes, I wore diapers "late" by the standards of the time, but my parents made it sound like I actually hated it, and I don't think I wore them for a long time past the age of 3, either. I wasn't a bedwetter, and any childhood potty accidents were minimal. No abuse, no violence, no trauma. I grew up in a middleclass, loving household. No younger siblings or cousins to see being changed or take diapers from, nothing like that.
So, why then, one day, at the age of 8, did I suddenly become fascinated with the idea of wanting diapers and wanting to wear them, even though the opportunity wouldn't present itself until years later? I know the question is rhetorical, and I don't expect anyone here reading this to have the answer, but it drives me crazy not knowing. Also, I realize even if I did know, it wouldn't change things. It's not like if I found out tomorrow, I'd be like "Oh...so that's why I like them. Okay, I'm good never wearing them again or mentally regressing to a 3.5 year old." But I can't help feeling like if I did know, it would help 'unlock' things or shed light on things for me.
Has anyone else ever felt this way?