I had a parent (grandparent) who understood I wanted to wear nappies and would put me in them after I was potty trained. I was also in them every night anyway as I wet the bed, and without nappies even as an older child frequently wet during the day, so while I was at my grandfather's house I was mostly always in nappies. When I was 10 my stepdad at the time decided to put a stop to it and took away all my nappies and started waking me multiple times a night to wee. It was a very horrible and traumatic time that left me ashamed of my desires to wear nappies and terrified of wetting the bed, many sleepless nights ensued. When I was 11 my mum divorced him and I moved back in with my grandparents. I was ashamed of nappies at this point so wore them, as far as I knew, secretly. However now I think they knew I was wearing them 24/7 because although I was stealing my sister's nappies, there were always enough for me and her, and I was just throwing them in the bin, so they would have seen them, and I would sit joggers with a full nappy watching TV thinking they couldn't notice (I was a very spoiled child, and would spend many hours glued to the TV or videogames while my grandparents waited on me and got whatever toys I wanted.) I've only just realised they must have known now, tbh. A few years later, when I was 13 turning 14 and my sister was 8, she was out of nappies at night, and I had to pluck up the courage to buy my own from the local shop, which stocked Drynites, Pampers. The first time was so scary. I had this story planned how I was sent by my mum to get them for my little brother... I made sure to buy milk too as if I was sent to the shops, but the lady didn't even care what I was buying. I was shocked. After that regularly bought them, but did not wear them to school or if I was out with my friends, only at night or at home relaxing watching TV or playing videogames. In uni though I wore Pampers or Drynites 24/7 because I was more or less always 24/7 in my room eating junk food and playing videogames, except when I would go out drinking, then I didn't wear them, and was constantly in the loo, and frequently would wet myself when I got hammered but nobody cared (it was uni, but suffice to say, I did not find a girlfriend.) I am still a bedwetter to this day and as I've said in another thread have what I believe is urge incontinence now even though as a side effect I believe of my psychiatric medication.