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This is the first time I've done anything diaper-like since I was married 20 years ago. Am in the spare bedroom. Haven't got a proper diaper, but wearing pads under my underpants and layers of underwear on top. Have taken so far 50ml of Lactulose. How much do I need to take for a good poo, the sort that comes on really quick and by the time you realise it's arriving it's already in your pants? Have taken (prescribed) Valium to stop me from panicking, have also tied up my pyjama trousers tight behind me so I can't change my mind at the last minute. How long will it take to take effect? Let me know if I should take some more Lactulose. Greetings and best wishes to all.

Introduction 2 (with apologies)

I'm sorry, I didn't say much about myself in my last post, except that I've been married for 20 years. I'm in my 50s and live near Brighton in England. I think I've been a DL ever since I saw my younger brother's clean nappy when I was 4 years old, and wished I was wearing it. I also like incontinence pants, especially old fashioned plastic ones. And wetting my underpants, especially a nice pair of white Y-fronts (Jockey briefs/tighty whities)

Hello Yfront and welcome to the group.

Egor

yfront said:

I'm sorry, I didn't say much about myself in my last post, except that I've been married for 20 years. I'm in my 50s and live near Brighton in England. I think I've been a DL ever since I saw my younger brother's clean nappy when I was 4 years old, and wished I was wearing it. I also like incontinence pants, especially old fashioned plastic ones. And wetting my underpants, especially a nice pair of white Y-fronts (Jockey briefs/tighty whities)

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Hi ... 4 seems the majick number today. It's when I first pretended to be potty trained, the only time I went to the ocean (at Brighton, our sunday school took us) and I watched a regatta with their sails like bright butterflies, sort of. Dad was USAF and was stationed at an RAF base near South Ruislip,London. If I'm doing the math right you were born right at the time I was forced out of nappies and into Big Boy panties. We left out a week before my fifth birthday. Back to the states. I saw a video of Brighton Beach being pounded by gale force winds the same year London first had 100 degrees F, I guess the whole place has changed a spot. My sister and her daughter were coming back from Sicily (again with the Air Farts) had a several hours stopover at Heathrow and tried to find a fish n chips of the old style. No go. There were the McDonalds replacement of fish shops, Arthur Treachers, Long John Silvers and Captain D's. I just suppose I'd not recognize it now.

Have a wet warm and wonderful afternoon.

LittleSissieJolie said:

Hi ... 4 seems the majick number today. It's when I first pretended to be potty trained, the only time I went to the ocean (at Brighton, our sunday school took us) and I watched a regatta with their sails like bright butterflies, sort of. Dad was USAF and was stationed at an RAF base near South Ruislip,London. If I'm doing the math right you were born right at the time I was forced out of nappies and into Big Boy panties. We left out a week before my fifth birthday. Back to the states. I saw a video of Brighton Beach being pounded by gale force winds the same year London first had 100 degrees F, I guess the whole place has changed a spot. My sister and her daughter were coming back from Sicily (again with the Air Farts) had a several hours stopover at Heathrow and tried to find a fish n chips of the old style. No go. There were the McDonalds replacement of fish shops, Arthur Treachers, Long John Silvers and Captain D's. I just suppose I'd not recognize it now.

Have a wet warm and wonderful afternoon.

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Thank you, brilliant post LittleSissieJolie! When you were taken out of nappies, did you ever wet your Big Boy underpants as a protest? (I did, a couple of times) Don't get me wrong, I liked my underpants. But I loved my nappy and plastic pants more.

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egor said:

Hello Yfront and welcome to the group.

Egor

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Thank you Egor.

In a way, yes. I found I could pee the bed with no scolding, except when my truly disturbed uncle who hated bedwetting and about everything else... was caring (my mothers sister actually, uncle was the dumb bunny she married and spawned his kids) for us, actually Aunt Jo took care of us. He was somewhat of a monster. short background, mom and dad were in Del Rio and she was having a difficult pregnacy, so we spent a couple of months in El Paso (both towns in Texas), at the time I had 2 brothers and 3 sisters and we were subjected to his bullying. He did a bed-check because we were all wetters, and I was the victim of the day. There weren't any boy panties clean so he had me put on girl panties (I enjoyed that but I'd never tell that Socially Retarded Animated Sphincter anything of the sort) and a spanking and escorted out to the front yard wearing naught but these really pretty nickers and told to go back to Del Rio. Which was 400 miles away and I was six, At midnight I think. My Aunt sneaked a phone call to my grandparents who came to my rescue. I was still wondering which way to get to Del Rio. Funny thing, Grandpa was a sergeant in the Army and Uncle, while not in the same unit, he was badly outranked and apparently, got a very thorough buttocks chewing at Grandpa's request.

So he mellowed a lot out for the rest of our stay.

A few years later I got some teasing from my girl cousins about being a pee-pee baby when they came to visit. Told me I'd have to wear a diaper so I got all excited but they left without doing it. Eh. They were from my mom's other sister. I relented of any bad resentment of it when I found a year ago that their dad had carnally used them all that time. Aside from being a nasty assault prone little 'man'. I got back to nappies self-applied while 11.

Wow, sounds like your uncle had issues! How was it wearing a nappy from age 11 onwards? I really wanted to as I was grown up, but never had the nerve to try in case I got found out. I only started wearing a diaper, or incontinence pants, when I was in my mid 20s living away from home, sharing a flat with 2 male friends. Buying incontinence pants back then for the first time was an experience. They weren't on open sale anywhere, let alone supermarkets, they were sold under the counter in pharmacies only, and you had to pluck up courage to go in and ask for them.

I had to do my secret laundry in the morning. Of course because I was wetting the bed my bedding had to be done so it was covered, but I had to get the towel improvised diaper done at the same time. When I'd (several times) worn diapers to school under my 'normal' clothes I used a trash bag as rubber panties, and I had to stash the diaper in a plastic bag afterward. Plus a diaper change session in a school wasn't an option. Although that seems to have 'changed' a bit lately. I lucked out for a couple of years as my youngest sister was born and one of the baby shower gifts was a subscription to a Diaper delivery service. Diaper pins are ridiculously easy to stash. And the feeling of knowing it was naughty combined with the ever present chance of being very publicly discovered was a constant rush. Almost like a drug. I was slender until 25 but as a teen I could wear toddler sized Gerber plastic panties and with my little sister and two nephews born shortly later gave me fairly steady access to the panties and diapers for a nice long time.

And they had a noticeable crackling noise about them.