thruud48
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I’ve been thinking a bit about my favourite parts of having a nappy change and I think there are two underrated parts that don’t get enough attention.
Firstly, I love it when I’m lying on a plastic changing mat, feeling awkward and embarrassed about how it sags beneath me and is there in case of any accidents, and I have my wet/’dirty disposable nappy taken off. The part when the sticky tapes are undone, the front is pulled forward (usually after some comment about how wet my nappy is) and then is rolled up – at this point my legs are being pushed slightly apart, and I can feel the used, wet and cold disposable padding all rolled up between my legs. It feels particularly humiliating as I have to lie there, feeling my soiled nappy, and the air on my parts, but I am not yet clean. The fact its kept there until my nursey is ready for a clean nappy reminds me I have no power.
The other part is when the new clean disposable is under my bottom, and the front is between my legs but not unfolded or taped up. It’s a sense of embarrassment that I can feel the nappy that will soon be my portable toilet around me, but I can still see my bits. Waiting for the tapes to be done up and the change finished again is a reminder that I don’t get any say or control over how my nappy is changed.
Is there anything more exquisite than lying on the plastic changing mat, waiting for the person changing you to finish their other tasks before they decide to clean your bottom or finish putting your nappy on? That sense of loss of control, of having no say and knowing that yet another nappy is going on and that while you are dry now, soon enough you’ll be wet and dirty again, before the next change is so powerful. Its such a delightfully humiliating moment.
Firstly, I love it when I’m lying on a plastic changing mat, feeling awkward and embarrassed about how it sags beneath me and is there in case of any accidents, and I have my wet/’dirty disposable nappy taken off. The part when the sticky tapes are undone, the front is pulled forward (usually after some comment about how wet my nappy is) and then is rolled up – at this point my legs are being pushed slightly apart, and I can feel the used, wet and cold disposable padding all rolled up between my legs. It feels particularly humiliating as I have to lie there, feeling my soiled nappy, and the air on my parts, but I am not yet clean. The fact its kept there until my nursey is ready for a clean nappy reminds me I have no power.
The other part is when the new clean disposable is under my bottom, and the front is between my legs but not unfolded or taped up. It’s a sense of embarrassment that I can feel the nappy that will soon be my portable toilet around me, but I can still see my bits. Waiting for the tapes to be done up and the change finished again is a reminder that I don’t get any say or control over how my nappy is changed.
Is there anything more exquisite than lying on the plastic changing mat, waiting for the person changing you to finish their other tasks before they decide to clean your bottom or finish putting your nappy on? That sense of loss of control, of having no say and knowing that yet another nappy is going on and that while you are dry now, soon enough you’ll be wet and dirty again, before the next change is so powerful. Its such a delightfully humiliating moment.