Well My diapered life has been interesting from a young age. I wasn't abused or anything like that. My parents got divorced around age 10 but otherwise my childhood was fantastic with many opportunities. But since when I was out of diapers, I always craved to get back into them somehow. Sorry for any grammar issues ahead of time!
My first time getting back in them, my family was on vacation at my grandparents house for 4th of July. I was right around 3 or 4. I slept with my parents in their bed. They went out one day leaving me behind with my grandparents. They put me down for a nap. I didn't want to go to sleep yet so I snuck out of the bed and looked around the room. In the top drawer of the dresser in the room were some Elmo printed diapers. I wore strictly disposables throughout my diaper days, these were when cloth backed diapers were getting big.
I took one of the diapers and held it. I craved it. I always told my mom that I didn't want to potty train but she told me that I had to in order to go to daycare (that fall). So I took one out and unfolded it and hastily put it on. I remember getting caught and spanked when my parents came back later that day.
Fast forward to that fall. One of the first days at day care, the daycare's play room was also the changing room. The daycare was run by one of my mom's friends. I didn't have a sleeping bag yet so she had me sleep on her couch in her living room at nap time. She came up stares with 5 big bags of diapers and pul ups. I remember asking her if they were for me and her response was "of course not silly pants, you don't need those". I would have accidents at day care on purpose to try and get her to diaper me.
When my parents got divorced, it took a toll on me still being in elementary school. I decided to go with my mother to live. When we moved into our new place, I started wetting the bed. This led to me wearing goodnites, this only lasted maybe two weeks until the stress died down. Mom knew that I liked wearing them, but let me wear the till they were gone which was only about 2 weeks later.
Around the beginning of fifth grade, I was stuffing my underwear with toilet paper and maxi pads from my mom's closet. I would wet them and throw them away. I think my mom knew that was happening as my underwear and her pads were disappearing oh so fast. She asked me what was going with her pads and I eventually stopped hoping not to get caught.
When I was in 6th grade we moved again. I would spend a lot of time at my aunt's house in the summer. She always had her grand kids, nieces and nephews over to stay with her. I stayed with her the most out of all of them. I was the favorite (still am). I went to "my bathroom" one day and was peeping in the closet and found adult diapers. They were the regular walgreens branded ones. I took one out of the package and loved it. I put it on, it fit perfect, unlike those baby diapers I would try and cram in my underwear. I taped it on and crawled around the bathroom. Soon enough I felt a spurt in them that convulsed my entire body. I thought I peed that diaper. Well to my later knowledge, that was my first excitement and orgasm. I stowed the diaper deep in the closet trying to clean out the gooey mess that stained the diaper. I thought I was dying as I never experienced anything like that.
The next couple times over her house I would crawl around doing the same thing until I "relieved" myself into the diaper. If I spent the night I would wear it. Eventually the velcro tabs wouldn't fasten anymore and one ripped off entirely. The next time I went over my aunt asked me about the adult diaper. I caved and admitted to wearing it. She comforted me and explained to me it was alright and harmless. She told me she would always have them at her house for me when I came over and that it would be our little secret and that she would let me take some home with me. That summer I went to her house once a week at least just to wear diapers. She took me out while I was wearing. I never peed in them but I would wear them.
I eventually got my first cell phone. When I did I looked all over for my desires. I found out there were many people like me. That kept my mind at ease that I wasn't just some freak.
Now into high school, I had a smart phone. I would see myself watching diaper videos and other pornographic vices. I didn't have any diapers and had no way getting them. I would make them often times out of a flannel bed sheet and make plastic pants out of trash bags. That sufficed for so long. Finally I had my own debit card, and paypal that I used often.I made my first purchase for ABDL styled diapers. When they came in, I instantly put them on and got caught. Now it is the center of a big joke and I brush it off.
As high school went on I ordered diapers and pacifiers online often. I made sure I had time for little space. It always helped me relax and to just ease my stress of my AP classes and homework that never seemed to end. My senior year, I was talking to a close female friend of mine. She was the first person I ever told about my desires, she told me she was into DDLG but not the diaper side. She already had a dom (I'm a switch). We would talk about little space and me wearing and all that stuff. I ordered her pacis and other stuff as she couldn't without getting caught. Her and I still talk about our desires today and very often. We are yet to play with each other but it's on a list to do with both of us.
My mom found my stash right after we moved when I graduated. She wasn't mad but just confused. The problem was she found diapers that were wet. That's why she was upset. She and I sat down and talked about how she was fine and always knew that I had these desires. Her only request was that I keep it closeted and I throw away my used diapers. She told me I can wear around her but I must have something over top of my diaper as she doesn't want to see if I'm wet or see me in my "underwear".
I wouldn't ever expose myself like that to my mother anyhow.
I still have my original baby blanket and my favorite stuffed animal from my younger years. I never really drifted from them, they are always in my room, but there is something about still having them that makes little space for me more magical. They make my little space much more genuine for me. Like this is what I am supposed to be. When I'm little it helps me escape like it does for most littles and ABDLs. I notice now when I wear, I'm incontinent and have no control, but as soon as my diaper comes off I'm a perfectly functioning adult again.
I've tried hypnosis and some have worked, but nothing works better than just wearing a fluffy diaper. I feel secure, it takes me back. I always knew this is where I was meant to be, and that it was going to be a part of my life. Being attracted to diapers at such a young age has made me who I am, and I'm ok with that. I hope whoever reads this has enjoyed my diapered history, and maybe I'll post more in the future.
--Jay
My first time getting back in them, my family was on vacation at my grandparents house for 4th of July. I was right around 3 or 4. I slept with my parents in their bed. They went out one day leaving me behind with my grandparents. They put me down for a nap. I didn't want to go to sleep yet so I snuck out of the bed and looked around the room. In the top drawer of the dresser in the room were some Elmo printed diapers. I wore strictly disposables throughout my diaper days, these were when cloth backed diapers were getting big.
I took one of the diapers and held it. I craved it. I always told my mom that I didn't want to potty train but she told me that I had to in order to go to daycare (that fall). So I took one out and unfolded it and hastily put it on. I remember getting caught and spanked when my parents came back later that day.
Fast forward to that fall. One of the first days at day care, the daycare's play room was also the changing room. The daycare was run by one of my mom's friends. I didn't have a sleeping bag yet so she had me sleep on her couch in her living room at nap time. She came up stares with 5 big bags of diapers and pul ups. I remember asking her if they were for me and her response was "of course not silly pants, you don't need those". I would have accidents at day care on purpose to try and get her to diaper me.
When my parents got divorced, it took a toll on me still being in elementary school. I decided to go with my mother to live. When we moved into our new place, I started wetting the bed. This led to me wearing goodnites, this only lasted maybe two weeks until the stress died down. Mom knew that I liked wearing them, but let me wear the till they were gone which was only about 2 weeks later.
Around the beginning of fifth grade, I was stuffing my underwear with toilet paper and maxi pads from my mom's closet. I would wet them and throw them away. I think my mom knew that was happening as my underwear and her pads were disappearing oh so fast. She asked me what was going with her pads and I eventually stopped hoping not to get caught.
When I was in 6th grade we moved again. I would spend a lot of time at my aunt's house in the summer. She always had her grand kids, nieces and nephews over to stay with her. I stayed with her the most out of all of them. I was the favorite (still am). I went to "my bathroom" one day and was peeping in the closet and found adult diapers. They were the regular walgreens branded ones. I took one out of the package and loved it. I put it on, it fit perfect, unlike those baby diapers I would try and cram in my underwear. I taped it on and crawled around the bathroom. Soon enough I felt a spurt in them that convulsed my entire body. I thought I peed that diaper. Well to my later knowledge, that was my first excitement and orgasm. I stowed the diaper deep in the closet trying to clean out the gooey mess that stained the diaper. I thought I was dying as I never experienced anything like that.
The next couple times over her house I would crawl around doing the same thing until I "relieved" myself into the diaper. If I spent the night I would wear it. Eventually the velcro tabs wouldn't fasten anymore and one ripped off entirely. The next time I went over my aunt asked me about the adult diaper. I caved and admitted to wearing it. She comforted me and explained to me it was alright and harmless. She told me she would always have them at her house for me when I came over and that it would be our little secret and that she would let me take some home with me. That summer I went to her house once a week at least just to wear diapers. She took me out while I was wearing. I never peed in them but I would wear them.
I eventually got my first cell phone. When I did I looked all over for my desires. I found out there were many people like me. That kept my mind at ease that I wasn't just some freak.
Now into high school, I had a smart phone. I would see myself watching diaper videos and other pornographic vices. I didn't have any diapers and had no way getting them. I would make them often times out of a flannel bed sheet and make plastic pants out of trash bags. That sufficed for so long. Finally I had my own debit card, and paypal that I used often.I made my first purchase for ABDL styled diapers. When they came in, I instantly put them on and got caught. Now it is the center of a big joke and I brush it off.
As high school went on I ordered diapers and pacifiers online often. I made sure I had time for little space. It always helped me relax and to just ease my stress of my AP classes and homework that never seemed to end. My senior year, I was talking to a close female friend of mine. She was the first person I ever told about my desires, she told me she was into DDLG but not the diaper side. She already had a dom (I'm a switch). We would talk about little space and me wearing and all that stuff. I ordered her pacis and other stuff as she couldn't without getting caught. Her and I still talk about our desires today and very often. We are yet to play with each other but it's on a list to do with both of us.
My mom found my stash right after we moved when I graduated. She wasn't mad but just confused. The problem was she found diapers that were wet. That's why she was upset. She and I sat down and talked about how she was fine and always knew that I had these desires. Her only request was that I keep it closeted and I throw away my used diapers. She told me I can wear around her but I must have something over top of my diaper as she doesn't want to see if I'm wet or see me in my "underwear".
I wouldn't ever expose myself like that to my mother anyhow.
I still have my original baby blanket and my favorite stuffed animal from my younger years. I never really drifted from them, they are always in my room, but there is something about still having them that makes little space for me more magical. They make my little space much more genuine for me. Like this is what I am supposed to be. When I'm little it helps me escape like it does for most littles and ABDLs. I notice now when I wear, I'm incontinent and have no control, but as soon as my diaper comes off I'm a perfectly functioning adult again.
I've tried hypnosis and some have worked, but nothing works better than just wearing a fluffy diaper. I feel secure, it takes me back. I always knew this is where I was meant to be, and that it was going to be a part of my life. Being attracted to diapers at such a young age has made me who I am, and I'm ok with that. I hope whoever reads this has enjoyed my diapered history, and maybe I'll post more in the future.
--Jay
