For me it was around the age of five. My friend and I would take some diapers from his younger brother and wear them. After the stolen diapers were found in my room a bit later, I stopped, especially after receiving a spanking from my father. Two years later, I became and uncle and was no longer the center of attention. Because my niece was always around, I practically stayed in the basement because I felt unwanted. I'd take some of her diapers, put them on, and sleep on the basement couch dreaming if when I was younger and my mom gave me more attention. Eventually my niece gained a brother and sister, and so did I continue to wear their diapers when no one was looking. Soon enough they were all potty trained and I found myself to big to wear their diapers. At about the age of thirteen, I started having wetting issues here and there. This soon stopped, but I started having less and less feeling down there. My junior year of high school roles around and by this point I had been rather intrigued by diapers for 'certain' reasons. I bought my first pack of certainty diapers that summer and would pad up thickly and take naps, dreaming of when I was younger. Senior year came about and I had an IBS-D scare. Because I was practically losing my bowel control, I would pad up even for school and might I say, it saved me from several embarrassing moments. Eventually the stomach bug, as it turned out, left, but I was left with constant diarrhea as the result. Over the time leading up to now I have been wearing for a mixture of comfort and as a precaution so I don't accidentally soil myself without realizing it.