First time sharing and first time posting. Was a lurker and read some of these stories and I feel mine might be unique enough to share.
For certain reasons, I moved to live with my aunt who also became my legal guardian when I was around 9 years old. My aunt, who was 20 years older than me at the time, was working as a consultant and living in a two bedroom apartment. She had a nice job and made decent money, got me (mostly) whatever I asked for and gave me a pretty good upbringing. However, she also had some OCD and was a hypochondriac. No so coincidentally, I started having issues staying dry at night. This freaked my poor aunt out beyond belief. She wasn't mad at me, but she absolutely hated handling the mess to the point where on two separate occasions, she actually had people pick up and throw out the mattresses I slept on. Needless to say, she took me to 3 different doctors and immediately put me in diapers after the third time. This was early 2010s (yes I'm still young but an adult now). I clearly recall how she would put on these yellowish plastic gloves each time she had to change me. I don't remember exactly what she had me wear in the beginning, but I've had the strong suspicion they were pampers because I recall being upset at the time with how they smelled when she first had me wear them (ironically, I like the scent now). Anyhow, my aunt, being OCD and all, refused to have me take off the diaper in the morning if it were dry under the paranoia that an accident is still bound to happen and that if I'd fall asleep again after waking up in the morning, that I'd pee myself. Because of that, I remember many moments where I just used the diaper in the morning rather than go to the bathroom. Only then would I be allowed to take it off. There were some instances where I even went to school with one on, but I finally connected the dots in middle school to make sure that wouldn't happen (as I was becoming nervous of people finding out). All this happened for a while until I started waking up dry consecutively for a number of weeks. I told her this and but she still had me stay in diapers for several months after, until one day she said I could stop. I think I liked diapers before moving to my Aunt, and I remember missing them after my aunt had me stop.
Anyways that was my story.