Maybe when I was a very young child, I would have preferred to be "more" like other kids, but then I hadn't a clue what secrets they were hiding (gay, cross-dressing, acute masturbators, fetishes, etc.)
Once I hit puberty, and my diaper desires merged with my budding sexuality, I was all in. Honestly, playing in slippery Gerber's was the best thing I ever discovered, as a teenager. It relieved my desires (temporarily), allowed me to practice humping, and was just a plus-plus experience. The worst part was the guilty pleasure I felt, for having found something in the baby aisle that gave me constant woodies. My heart would flutter, and I'd get lightheaded, and, honestly, the combination of all these effects was something I looked forward to, not away from. I still had desires for women, and still got wood from other stuff, but diapers were definitely my touchstone, from then on. It was more my realization that they had merged with my soul, at a very young age, that allowed me to be accepting of this liilte kink into my adult life. Would I want to change that? No, they're my unique badge of honor/dishonor, and I'm totally cool with how they make me feel, all padded (down there), a.bit out of control, and a bit like I require protective clothing to live my life. I love it, and will/would never give it up. It's all me!