How did you figure out that you liked wearing diapers

When I was around five years old my father was having some legal issues and my mother was out of town with court stuff. I was scared the state was going to keep my father and I might never see him again. I was at a babysitter's pretty often. I had an accident in my pants and my sitter takes my pants and underwear to wash and dry. She told me I didn't have anything to put on, but she had diapers from other kids she was babysitting. She put me in a pamper and I cried. She kinda turned it into a game, and treated me like a baby. I resisted at first, but then enjoyed the attention. I wasn't emotionally intelligent back then to realize it, but looking back it got me to stop thinking of my dad. I remember getting a diaper change just like she would change a baby. Around time for me to go to bed, my clothing was out of the laundry, and she changed me back into my big boy clothes. She did tell me this was our secret. Looking back I can't tell if it was sketch, or something I needed at the time. After that, when I was dropped off there or there for a few days when my mother was out of town, she would diaper me again.
When things in my world was crazy, and I crazy was frequently around me, I found myself desiring to be diapered and babied.
Around twelve my father had another legal issue. A huge legal issue. It was part of a national news story, but I'm not going into it. I found myself fantasizing about being babied and diapered a lot, because nothing felt safe after a bullet came through a window and stopped over my headboard. It might have been the death penalty for my father. I remember some how acquiring a few diapers and taped two two together. One night when I was wearing the diaper, puberty hit. I think that is the point where it welded itself to my sexuality.
Since then the headspace sweet spot for me was on the cusp of too old for diapers, but not 100% dry.
I've been through hell in my life. When I'm getting close to someone, I have to slowly tell them about my history. I've had multiple people tear up when I told them too much too fast. I am no Debbie Downer, I am usually one of the most joyous people have met and I'm resilient as fuck. If the worst is having abandonment issues, trust issues, and a diaper/ageplay fetish, I came out okay. I survived.

I've always enjoyed "creative" masturbation - using toys, drugs, estim, etc. One afternoon I was in a drugstore looking around for something to spice up my jerking activities and came across the diaper aisle. I thought "why not...seems like it might be fun". So I bought some of those older-style Attends with the rubbery plastic backing, took them home and started pissing and playing in them. I've enjoyed wearing ever since.

One of the earliest best memories I have is of my mother diapering me, she just had this sweet expression on her face. I had to be about 3 or 4 at the time. Later my older brother would play a game with me; he said if he caught me he would put a diaper on me. Of course he caught me and it was fun. As I got older 5-6-7-8 I would try and diaper my self with towels and rags. Once I was not as stealthy as I thought and my older sister 17 was spying on me, came out and said, "would you like me to put your diaper on you?" I was embarrassed and ran away. Just as my mother was sweet about diapers when I was supposed to be wearing them, she used them as a threat as I got older. That is, if I was crying or putting up a fuss about something, she would threaten to put diapers on me. Little did she know that I really wanted her to. The urge continued throughout my adolescent and teen years. By this time I was old enough and crafty enough to "obtain" diapers/plastic pants/pins etc. on my own. When I was wearing it was relaxing I felt wonderful. The inevitable guilt would set in, time to purge, and I would get lonely and stressed and it would all start again. I could go on and on. I knew early, it never went away. For many years I stomped the urges down. I am not stomping them down anymore. This is me, its who I've always been. I am a much happier person now. I have a great family, I am fully functional with a great job. I AM BALANCED.

I had no choice but to wear one but learned to enjoy it rather then see it as a problem so im a diaper lover soggy crotch and proud lol

Growing up I was basically the only one who "never potty trained", I'd met only two other kids who were bedwetters, and both of them were super ashamed of it, and my parents were never very supportive, hoping that I could grow out of my incontinence like some doctors thought I might. So when we got our first family computer I was naturally pretty desperate to find anyone my age who still wore diapers and it was one of the first things I searched on it. I was either 10 or 11 when I first found "The Double-Life of Ariel Crawford" and that story really changed a lot for me, it was a long struggle but through the internet I learned to no longer be ashamed of my diaper usage, that there was this whole community of people who weren't just okay with diaper wearing, but actually embraced it and liked it, even by choice! That was a pretty empowering thing for me, and from there I rediscovered pacifiers(My refusal to stop using a pacifier as a kid was legendary, and to this day I'll find myself chewing on my collar or shirtsleeves occasionally, which was the habit I developed after they finally got me to quit the binky) and other Little stuff and found that it was all very therapeutic and here I am now.

When I was 14 years old, I experienced a surgical mishap that caused me to become incontinent. As a result, I had to start wearing a diaper 24/7/365. Having to wear a diaper to high school was a nightmare. However, as a horny young teenager, I also quickly discovered to sensual experience that a diaper provides. Over the years, I’ve become very fond of the diapers that I need to wear.

I blogged about it:

https://www.adisc.org/forum/entry.php/10312-Back-to-the-Start

As a child, I used to put on my pillowcase like a diaper.

I have fantasized and experimented with diapers for as long as I can remember. I always wondered why I enjoyed diapers so much and thought I was the only one out there who enjoyed them. I still remember the excitment I felt the day I learned that other people share the same desire and it has been a roller coaster of feelings about my love of diapers since then.

I did as well Alwayz. I found some safety pins in my moms drawer, not diaper pins but the kind you would use for sewing. I stole the biggest ones she had. The pillow cases would get pin holes in the corners, but she never noticed, at least I don't think that she ever did. Pillow case worked pretty well, but not very absorbent were they?

At around 5ish years old I would steal my baby sister's diapers and hide them under my mattress. I shared a bedroom with my elder sister, but would quietly put one on when I thought she was sleeping. Once I did that early in the morning, and my mother came to wake me up for school. She wouldn't leave until I got out of bed, but I managed to convince her that I would get up. Foolishly I didn't get out of the diaper and ended up dressing and going to kindergarten wearing a diaper. I still remember feeling embarrassed at myself, wondering if the other kids could tell, fearing they could hear my crinkling butt. A little while later my grandmother came to visit and sat on my bed, and then reached under the mattress and pulled out the diapers. She was confused and I had no explanation. Those are my earliest memories of diapers. Maybe I wanted to wear them because I was jealous of the attention my baby sister was getting, I'm not sure. I have no memory of preschool or before that so no memory of being diapered.

I have no memories of being diapered, so nothing came from there. Except one purposeful wetting when I was about four, I enjoyed it, maybe it caused something...?
Anyway. Some years ago I read fanfiction, there was a character who was ABDL and he had a caregiver. I got interested and read more. More and more stories, Archive Of Our Own has quite a few of them. I realized I really liked it and thought it was absolutely cute. Finally I started to wonder what playing baby/trying to regress would feel like. I had always felt younger than my age and I liked plushies, small animal toys, so on.

About a year ago I decided to try. I ordered ABDL diapers, adult pacifier, bottle, and some toys. I dressed up in a diaper, filled the bottle and put the pacifier in my mouth. Mmm I liked it. It felt so safe. I lay on a blanket and sucked my pacifier and drank from my huge bottle. Then I tried my new toys. It was fun. After an hour or so I decided to try wetting. I had no idea how it would work. I didn’t trust the diaper(MyDiaper Colour), it felt nice but didn’t fit perfectly. I took a thick bathroom rug and large towel and put them on the couch, the towel was folded so it was really thick protection. Then I sat on them and tried to find a comfortable position. Then I relaxed. Starting took a moment but then it went fine. I kind of enjoyed it. Except when I was done I realized the diaper had leaked. A lot. The towel was wet, the rug was wet to the bottom. But luckily the couch was dry. I decided to use bathroom floor next time. And I would buy better diapers when old ones were all used(and that’s how I found my dear Crinklzs). Next time was a lot better, lying on the rug on bathroom floor. No leaks even though the diaper was not fitting. I could relax more. I realized I REALLY liked diapers and wetting. When I bought Crinklzs and they fit perfectly and didn’t leak I was in heaven. I knew I had found my thing. Diapers and I belong together.

I realized I liked wearing diapers around the age of 5. My mom put me back in the them when I had started wetting the bed. This lasted until I was 15. It just felt good to wake up with a wet diaper. Being back in diapers now reminds of my younger days.

When I was maybe 7, the toilet flooded, and my mom yelled at me for that. I was scared of using any toilet again so I went elsewhere that when I think I started liking diapers, that and Rugrats was my binky,bottle,and diaper inspiration.

Well, at first I was only attracted to diapers when I was 6 years old and my parents left me in the house of cousins ​​smaller than me, and they used diapers since I wanted to wear one, so I took advantage of my aunt's carelessness and I put one, I remember it was a size 5 hoggies and from that day I like to use it, but it was until I turned 14 that I could tell my parents and use them more calmly

As to when I knew? Always.
As to when I started wearing? Around 10ish?
When I was about ten my brothers and I got into a fight out in the barn one afternoon... The doctor said it was just a bruise and would clear up in a couple weeks. So mom started putting my baby sister and I both in diapers. For the next (three weeks?) Mother kept me diapered round the clock. But eventually she started complaining that I wasn't even trying to improve.

For me it started when I was forced back into diapers at age 3 for a punishment. The event has remained very vivid in my mind. My mom returned home from the grocery store, and out of the tall brown paper grocery bag she produced a big bag of Huggies Supertrim diapers. I remember being terrified when I saw that red and white bag with the happy baby on it. I hid behind a chair, but I watched as my mom pulled a diaper out and laid it open on the floor. She called me over, but I refused. Finally she said, "either you come here, or I'll come get you, and if I have to come get you, you're getting a spanking." Well, she had to come get me and I did indeed get spanked. I cried throughout the whole ordeal. By that point I had been wearing normal underwear for a while, and I was told diapers were for babies, so there was a lot of shame associated with wearing them. Immediately after I was put in the diaper, my older sister, trying to comfort me, read me a Sesame Street book. I remember sitting there on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and diaper, and though I was maxed out in embarrassment, I felt strangely safe.

After that, I believe the damage was done. When I began school, I started having bizarre dreams where my teachers would force me to wear diapers. There were several occasions where I tried to talk friends into playing games that involved us pretending to be babies. A few times I received free diaper samples at school because of something we were studying (kindergarten and first grade). I remember getting home and trying to put them on to no avail. I collected plastic bags that were made out of that same plastic they made diaper bags out of. I even remember being obsessed with this science faire project that was aimed at determining which diaper was the most absorbent. Through all of that though, I had no idea there were others like me. I also had no idea there were diapers for adults.

When I turned 13 my parents finally bought an internet capable computer (56k dial-up). That is when I discovered I wasn't a freak of nature. I joined Yahoo AB/DL chat rooms, looked at AB/DL profiles, and I think I must have seen every diaper porn picture that existed at that time. I started making my own diapers out of packing tape, glossy white trash bags, and a super soft white baby blanket. They felt marvelous, but I longed for a proper diaper. I familiarized myself with the adult diaper brands of the time (They were all medical back then). My heart was set on buying the attends with the six light blue tapes, but the only thing they sold near me were Depends. In the end, my first adult disposible diapers were small/medium Depend Overnights. They didn't really live up to my expectations, and they were way thinner than my hand crafted diapers, but I loved them just the same.

So, yeah... I guess I learned I liked wearing them after a percieved traumatic event when I was 3.

I was around 6 i use to steal my baby brothers diapers and ware them night after night my mom knew but never said anything or took them away When i was about 13 i got my first job i started buying them myself it was so hard and i was so afraid of being caught some times i would enter the store and walk out without any in fear but when i did it was the greatest feeling ever 30 years ago they where plastic and very noisy so i rarely wore them in public also they always leaked like in the previous post i thought i was sick or a freak and actually scared until i reseached it and I found adisc and that taught me alot about my little side as well as my diaper fetish i am keith andre1 i lost my email and came back as andre

I like piss play, and not many in kc are into that, so I wanted to piss my jeans, but have have to deal with the clean up, so I got some diapers and now I love it