OK, let’s travel back to 1996 when i was a senior in high school. It was around this time of year. I had finally decided that I would give into my urges and buy some diapers. I felt that if I did not try them before college just to see how they were, i might never know.
I biked to Revco (what is now CVS) and bought a bag…. The wrong size but i made them work.
My mom was not home, so i put one on, wet it and then changed into another, put my sweats on and waited for her to come home.
“Mom I have something to tell you. I like wearing adult diapers”
“WHAT?”
So i said it again and this time showed her.
That was that… we talked, i said that this was nothing that she did or didn’t do, it is just something that has been on my mind and i knew if i started that i would not be able to hide it, and honestly did not want to sneak around. I wanted to try this before college.
During that timeframe my parents were divorcing, my dad had moved out the year prior. I was stressed with graduation and having to go off to college and be away from home. I saw it as a crisis and this was how i coped.
At first it was only diapers, then came pacifiers, bottles, and the clothing, etc….
For several years during and after college it was dicey with the diaper thing. I was not to wear out of my room unless fully covered, not out of the house for the most part. I also was not comfortable bringing bags of diapers into the house or having her see my bottles, and sippy cups. I ruined many bottles by waiting too long to wash them out.
About 15 years ago i just no longer cared anymore. I became honest with her about things, she told me one night that i did not need to sneak around washing my bottles and supplies, just throw them in the dirty dishes and she would wash them.
It is no secret what my room is like, what is in there and such. She has actually been to a couple munches, knows my friends. She knows what all goes on at CAPCon and the other conventions for the most part (i have told her). She said that if i ever go to a Con in Vegas she is coming.
NOW I do not tell the rest of my family, if they know or not i haven’t a clue. I can easily pass it off as IC if need be. I have 3 friends who i have told. Friend S1 & S2 i told because i needed or wanted some sewing work done. One helped me split the legs on some overalls and hem them, the other made me my pooh blankie
I have been learning more about my mental health, and that diapers are a part of my overall mental health care in addition to drugs. Making my way through this has helped me realize that I am somewhere on the Autism spectrum and/or ADHD (we have long suspected the ADHD).