Now that I've been 24/7 for what, going on a few years now I think, I know I consider wearing normal underwear "weird", and anytime I'm forced to I can't stop thinking about when I'm going to be able to get home and change back into a nice thick diaper and relax.
Although it's become an everyday thing for me, it still never gets old. From time to time during the day I'll stop and think about what I'm wearing, and it always brings at least a little ray of sunshine to my mood. I might even make a discrete touch somewhere to provide a little additional input, feel my diaper line bulge under one of my butt cheeks as I walk down a hall, reach down and feel the padded bulge in the front where my diaper reaches my chair, or reach around my back and feel the ribbed waistband elastic beneath my shirt above my belt. (or even dip a hand briefly down in back to feel that smooth plastic shell below my shirt line, love that!)
And then I just go back to whatever it was I was doing, in a slightly better mood than before. Maybe ponder for a moment just how lucky I am to be able to wear diapers all the time, or how completely floored I would have been a decade ago to know that this day would come, or even thinking farther back how this whole "diapered lifestyle" of mine was "an impossible dream that could never possibly come true", and here I am now, "living the impossible dream". Wouldn't give it up for the world.
And how about those nights when I've pulled out a thick premium diaper for overnight? As I hold that diaper in my hands and can feel the thick crinkly goodness I'm about to experience, "WHAT would have gone through my mind when I was say, 15, if by some miracle this had been sitting on my nightstand when I walked into the room to get ready for bed?" What if it had been a whole
bag of diapers? Like I said, living the dream, and don't you dare wake me up