DiapeyE
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I’m interested in hearing people’s stories. Was there a defining moment in your life that started you down the path of loving diapers?
Here’s mine.
When I was 6 or 7 years old, my younger brother was still in diapers. My cousin and I were sleeping in his room one night and we dared each other to put on one of the diapers and wet it. My cousin chickened out but I had no problem with it. Just as I was finishing the job, my mom walked in on us and was furious. She was upset that we would waste them out of fun. I remember the shame I felt but I liked the sensation too.
Fast forward about 3 years. I was at a family friend’s house in the woods. It was just my immediate family staying there and it was a huge house. I was wandering around by myself and stumbled on a pack of size 6 pampers in their playroom. For reasons I can’t explain, I got really excited. I checked to make sure no one was around, took my clothes off and diapered myself right that instant. I suddenly had the urge to wet myself and to this day, whenever I wet my diapers, I think back on that time in my life when I was sneaking around in diapers, wetting them and hiding the evidence. I kept going back in the playroom every time I felt the urge to pee instead of using the toilet. I probably went through 5-6 diapers that day and I was great at covering my trail. Wearing and wetting for me is exhilarating. And the thrill of keeping it private and unnoticed is part of the fun for me. I trace it back to these pivotal moments of my life.
I suppressed my love for diapers for most of my teenage years but it never went away. I would binge & purge but had a hard time with acceptance of my preferences. Now I’m married and am honest with my partner about what it is I want in my life and life is good although complicated at times. It requires balance but allows me to indulge in my free time without judgement or pressure so I get my fix when I need it.
I hope that someone finds this somewhat interesting or helpful. And perhaps it even sounds familiar. Stay dry or don’t... haha!
Here’s mine.
When I was 6 or 7 years old, my younger brother was still in diapers. My cousin and I were sleeping in his room one night and we dared each other to put on one of the diapers and wet it. My cousin chickened out but I had no problem with it. Just as I was finishing the job, my mom walked in on us and was furious. She was upset that we would waste them out of fun. I remember the shame I felt but I liked the sensation too.
Fast forward about 3 years. I was at a family friend’s house in the woods. It was just my immediate family staying there and it was a huge house. I was wandering around by myself and stumbled on a pack of size 6 pampers in their playroom. For reasons I can’t explain, I got really excited. I checked to make sure no one was around, took my clothes off and diapered myself right that instant. I suddenly had the urge to wet myself and to this day, whenever I wet my diapers, I think back on that time in my life when I was sneaking around in diapers, wetting them and hiding the evidence. I kept going back in the playroom every time I felt the urge to pee instead of using the toilet. I probably went through 5-6 diapers that day and I was great at covering my trail. Wearing and wetting for me is exhilarating. And the thrill of keeping it private and unnoticed is part of the fun for me. I trace it back to these pivotal moments of my life.
I suppressed my love for diapers for most of my teenage years but it never went away. I would binge & purge but had a hard time with acceptance of my preferences. Now I’m married and am honest with my partner about what it is I want in my life and life is good although complicated at times. It requires balance but allows me to indulge in my free time without judgement or pressure so I get my fix when I need it.
I hope that someone finds this somewhat interesting or helpful. And perhaps it even sounds familiar. Stay dry or don’t... haha!