Trying to "accept" this part of me has led to major depression!
My profile tells my full story, but I was raised in a loving family on a farm. The only problem was how my mom dealt with accidents when I was 4-5. If a little urine leaked out, usually while outside playing, she'd diaper me, or my twin brother as a punishment. I'd have to just wear a t-shirt and diaper the rest of the day and if anyone stopped by they'd see me. But due to having surgeries for my club foot beginning at six months, the pain of braces, and then having to wear a back brace as well until the 8th grade, my small school peers were not kind. My mom's diapering me stirred something in me that I liked and was comforted by. Soon, regressing or disassociating to around 18 months became a way of survival for me.
But the most damage occurred in my mid 30's not long after first learning there were "others" kind of like me. I also had just gotten my first computer and internet service. There wasn't much to learn about though at the time. But I also dealt with light incontinence issues after my back surgeries at 13. I had also married at 20 to the first pretty woman that I got to know. We were both immature, but she had her issues too.
After about ten years of marriage is when I discovered there were others that liked diapers because she saw the Donahue show. What she described though didn't really fit why I wore them. Yes, there became a sexual aspect, but it was the regression and emotional comfort I was after. I had kept that from her and always felt guilty about it. But when I finally left her a note one morning before work, my life fell apart. She called our pastor and all the wives of our church friends!!! I was publicly outed in a dramatic way. I feel this one thing caused me the most emotional harm of my entire life. The very close second was my going inpatient at a Christian-based mental hospital that proceeded to pigeonhole me as a sex addict only!! The extreme, intense public shame all but destroyed me, and that led to years of extreme depression, multiple hospitalizations, and loneliness. Thankfully, through hard work, my faith and trust in Christ, and understanding He does love and want the best for me, have led to mostly a good life.
So, wanting to be diapered after my toddler years I don't think is a mental illness, it is the consequence that many of us reacting to life circumstances. EVERY ONE OF US in the world has coping mechanisms, big and small. And there are really good ones and really bad ones. I think if we can find self-acceptance then we've picked much closer to the good than the bad.
Just thinking out loud????