How did you hide your diapers and baby things growing up? Were they ever found?

Well, I guess Ill start off. When you are growing up you tend to think that you are more clever than you really are. It is amazing though that I truly did not get found out, at least as far as I know. But I think it is because I was left home alone...all the time. Idle hands are the devils workshop!

I was about 10 or 11 when I was able to get on a bike and ride to the mall, I remember the store, they had a great baby section. Boxes of cloth diapers, plastic pants, pins, bottles, their brand of disposables. Its mind boggling with as much as I hung out in that section, I was never questioned.

Anyways, I got my necessities, a box of flat Curity diapers, the biggest I could find, a twin pack of "supersized baby pants" diaper pins a blue baby bottle and a package of the largest disposables I could get. Now that I think about it, that was a large load to ride on a bike home, and not be seen by anybody, friends etc.

I got it all home, now what to do with it. The immediate needs things went into a hanging bag that my mom used for winter clothes that just never got used anymore, i put them under the false bottom. The extras went into the attic, I had an attic access in my closet. I put the stuff under the insulation in a bag.

We had a big boat as well, we kept in South Florida. In my cabin, I removed some access panels and put things behind them. I also put some things in drawers in the hold.

Once we were having some maintenance done on the boat, and at the last second before leaving I got a hunch that they may remove one of those panels in my cabin to make a repair. Damned if I wasn't right, when we returned a few days later, the panel had been removed the item repaired and the panel refastened down. That would have been truly embarrassing and my Dad would have been brought in to the mix. He was a type "A" WWII fighter pilot who would hit prior to the questioning.

Out of all of this, only 1 thing was ever found, and that was 2 pair of the plastic pants that I was secreting away in the trunk of our car to drive down to the boat. My mother must have noticed that I was using a different door to go back and forth to the car and got suspicious. She later confronted me, holding them up and saying , "where did these super size baby pants come from"? I told her that my friends must have been playing a joke. She dropped it. I really know that she knew and was maybe hoping it was a phase.

Looking back only a couple of those places were very good. Most of them were pretty obvious if you poked around a bit.

Today, I still have to hide things from my son, 14, but my wife helps with that and aside from Christmas and birthdays he has no reason to poke around in his mothers closet.

So where did you guys hide your stiff, did it ever get found?

Nothing was found until after I was in college. I had a job and a car in high school and would keep diapers hidden in the trunk - this was ok. I didn't have any other baby things to hide. I was found out when I started to keep diapers in my closet during the summers when I was at home from college. My mom found my stash one year while she was getting rid of old things - wow, it was so uncomfortable. I had no explanation and felt like a complete freak. My older sister who was in med school at the time was brought into the conversation and asked if I should be sent to see a shrink. Surprisingly she advised my mom that it wasn't something likely to change - part of my nature. Possibly she had heard something about paraphilias from her classes, I don't really know. I was told to get rid of the diapers and the subject was never openly discussed again. After that I waited until I was away from home to indulge again. A few roommates I think found out over the years - nothing was ever said but they moved out and I lost contact. I had the typical feelings of guilt and shame many ABDLs experience and many purges since I didn't realize there were other people like me. I've felt very isolated most of my life. My wife knows now but it took me a long time to tell her - 20 years. We've been together so long it didn't bother her - I think she realizes it makes me happy which is the most important thing for her. I've only recently come to completely accept this part of me and reached a sense of peace. The Adisc community has been very helpful for me in doing that.

I was a bed wetter until the age of 10. After I dried up I would sneak my old diapers and plastic pants out of the closet to wear. My mother found them while trying to hide them in my dresser. She also found some diapers and plastic pants I had purchased when I was 16 years old. Both times I was sat down by both parents and questioned on why I was wearing diapers again.

LiteBrite said:

Nothing was found until after I was in college. I had a job and a car in high school and would keep diapers hidden in the trunk - this was ok. I didn't have any other baby things to hide. I was found out when I started to keep diapers in my closet during the summers when I was at home from college. My mom found my stash one year while she was getting rid of old things - wow, it was so uncomfortable. I had no explanation and felt like a complete freak. My older sister who was in med school at the time was brought into the conversation and asked if I should be sent to see a shrink. Surprisingly she advised my mom that it wasn't something likely to change - part of my nature. Possibly she had heard something about paraphilias from her classes, I don't really know. I was told to get rid of the diapers and the subject was never openly discussed again. After that I waited until I was away from home to indulge again. A few roommates I think found out over the years - nothing was ever said but they moved out and I lost contact. I had the typical feelings of guilt and shame many ABDLs experience and many purges since I didn't realize there were other people like me. I've felt very isolated most of my life. My wife knows now but it took me a long time to tell her - 20 years. We've been together so long it didn't bother her - I think she realizes it makes me happy which is the most important thing for her. I've only recently come to completely accept this part of me and reached a sense of peace. The Adisc community has been very helpful for me in doing that.

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"I didn't' realize there was anybody like me". Isn't that the truth. For so long, from 11 until 36 I thought that I was the most bizarre person in the world. It wasn't until I got my first computer in 1995, ( I thought they were a fad) and I was just poking around on the internet, I probably typed in the word, DAIPERS; and then I realized I was not alone. What a relief, but sharing with anybody was totally scary. I would frequent DPF. It still took me until 2017 to really tell my wife. When we were dating, I kept my stuff hidden in a pillow case in a hall closet.

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xtekvet said:

I was a bed wetter until the age of 10. After I dried up I would sneak my old diapers and plastic pants out of the closet to wear. My mother found them while trying to hide them in my dresser. She also found some diapers and plastic pants I had purchased when I was 16 years old. Both times I was sat down by both parents and questioned on why I was wearing diapers again.

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When they questioned you what did you say? Did you just find better hiding places or give it up for a while only to come back?

When I was around 15 or so, we went out to a relative's house for the day. During the day, I noticed my Aunt pack some boxes with various odds and ends, some clothes, and at least 1 pair of yellow plastic pants. After we got home and everyone went to sleep, I crept out into the loungeroom, and rummaged around in the boxes for those plastic pants. I'd hit the jackpot, and hid the pants under my mattress. Not the best hiding spot, but then, my step-mum never made my bed, so there was no reason why she'd lift the mattress off it.

In the end, my nerves got the better of me, and my first purge occurred.

When I began cross-dressing around this time too, and over the next few years, I would go through similar binge/purge cycles of my girls clothes. My CD'ing eventually got the better of me, and I came out, wrote some very long letters to my mum, saw a shrink and all. I ended up leaving home, transitioning, having surgery, and am quite happily ever after.

Just before I came out to Mum, I started wearing nappies again, buying packs of the largest sized baby nappies I could find. This was around 17-18yo. I hid those nappies in plain sight, even told mum about them in my letters to her. She seemed ok with them, actually, as I was (still) having fecal IC issues at the time. Even commented to me once that she cleaned my room and put the pack under my table out of the way. But she was really after my stash of clothes, well hidden in a cavity I found under my wardrobe. They were never found, but I went through yet another purge of them the day we moved from that house to another about an hour away. I instantly regretted it.

A few years later, after I'd moved out to live on my own, I found myself in the garage of the new house whilst on a visit. My old cupboard was still there in the garage, so I rummaged around in the hidden spot, and found a few of my old girls clothes that somehow survived the purge.

Hiding packages of diapers I had no problem with, but there were times where I thought I was hiding used ones fine, but apparently I didn't make a big enough attempt as the evidence was found and brought up to me by my mom, but she never did much about it (she has expressed concerns that she thinks it's really weird and worries about if I would be able to find a Girlfriend who would tolerate it, but hasn't took me to a shrink over it or threatened to kick me out (these days it would financially hurt her as I pay what I'm asked to towards bills))

When I was 15 and 16, I hid them under a void space in my bottom drawer. It was pretty secure, all I had to do was remove the drawer and I'd find my diapers. However, when I was 16 my mother was cleaning and I don't really know how, but she opened the drawer and it broke. She had to remove it and yes, she found everything. Of course, we talked about it and then with my dad, and then with my therapist. He eased them and they were okay with me wearing diapers. So since then, I really haven't had to hide anything.

This is a slightly different slant on the original post but I'm curious how others first crossed the threshold from fantasizing about diapers to actually buying them. For me it's so long ago I don't quite remember what my thinking (or lack of) was that led to the decision. At the time (late 70's) I certainly didn't know that ABDL was a thing and wouldn't for another 15 years when web searches started to become available. I had been looking at pictures of babies wearing diapers for many years and had always fantasized about being a baby again but what the actual spark was that led me to act on those impulses is lost to me. All that I can guess is that it must have been incredibly strong for me to actually follow through on such a "bizarre" behavior. It wasn't long after I got a car and a driver's license that I made my first purchase at a local pharmacy and bought some Kimberly Clark Kimbies (precursor to Huggies) and began wearing them secretly at home. I recall that the first purchase and many after were terrifying since I was only 16 and had no reason to be buying baby diapers and I was sure the clerk would be able to tell my inner dark purpose. I have a pretty strong memory from that period of sitting in my family's living room under a blanket in only a diaper and a T-shirt while everyone else was watching TV and unaware. I don't know how that didn't lead to disaster but I suspect my teenage brain wasn't able to completely process the risk involved.


For those of you who grew up more recently did you know about ABDL before you bought your first diapers? Do you recall what was the trigger that led you to buy diapers?

I didn't know what it was called when I first got into it, as far as buying diapers, at first I just bought size 6 baby diapers and made them work; not ideal but that's what I used until I eventually tried out some of the premium grade medical style ones (really nice) and bought them from XP Medical (it was around that time when I discovered ABDL), and then a while later I bought from ABUniverse (got ripped off from the previous owners, then got credit from the current owners and eventually when they upgraded their diapers I bought more and have been in love ever since)

Not having worn diapers until I became IC, I didn't have a lot of stuff to 'hide'. I've always kept toys and games and stuff, so it was never abnormal for me to have them around. I carried a plush toy with me everywhere until I was sixteen. I only stopped because I used my inside coat pocket to carry him in and I got a new winter coat without that interior pocket. I didn't want to lose my little friend, so I stopped carrying him.

The thing was, everyone -knew- about him. I'm sure the people at the school saw him on a least a couple of occasions. And yes, I was that weird kid wearing a winter coat for far too many months of the year. XD It wasn't because I was plotting taking down the school, I just wanted to have my stuffed dog with me.

I lived in my parent's finished attic, something a lot of Cape Cod houses had. There were four dormer windows and end windows. The eaves created by the roof were good hiding places, especially under the insulation. The walls were made of tongue and groove, knotty pine and every so many feet was a closet door. Behind some of the doors were built in shelves and past that, the attic insulation.

Oddly enough, my mom found my stuff one day when she was searching my bedroom. I was having a psychotic break and I think she was looking for drugs, but what she found were diapers and gay porn. The next week I had to see a psychiatrist.

my stuff is hidden in 2 places. The diapers that I had were kept under my bed in a black garbage bag while I locked the other stuff in my small safe atm i am waiting on some sample diapers so i have time to think of a new spot i have one in mind I think will work great

CuddleWoozle said:

Not having worn diapers until I became IC, I didn't have a lot of stuff to 'hide'. I've always kept toys and games and stuff, so it was never abnormal for me to have them around. I carried a plush toy with me everywhere until I was sixteen. I only stopped because I used my inside coat pocket to carry him in and I got a new winter coat without that interior pocket. I didn't want to lose my little friend, so I stopped carrying him.

The thing was, everyone -knew- about him. I'm sure the people at the school saw him on a least a couple of occasions. And yes, I was that weird kid wearing a winter coat for far too many months of the year. XD It wasn't because I was plotting taking down the school, I just wanted to have my stuffed dog with me.

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What kind of stuffed dog was it, pit bull, a doberman a schnauzer? That will tell us all we need to know! Cute and cuddly or wiry and feisty.

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The funny thing is to this day, I still have to hide things. Like I said earlier, I have a fourteen year old son. Cloth diapers are big and bulky, I have a few dozen. Then there is the plastic pants about 10, allot of diaper pins, onesies, snappy t-shirts etc. Then there are about 60 disposables. I wish I did not have to hide anything, I wish I could just keep it on a shelf or in a drawer. Maybe one day.

My first real diaper, that I wore by choice, not forced ( I was an on and off bed wetter for many years), was when I was in 1st grade, I found a couple unused diapers next to the dumpster at our apartment. I wore those two for a week, a little every day after school before my parents got home. I his them under the bathroom sink, lol. The next time I had a real diaper was 5th grade, I found a single small depends in my mom's closet, I was huge on me, but I was in heaven. I also wore that for a week or more. By the time it was falling apart, I had probably we it a dozen times. I'm sure it smelled nasty! I also had that under the bathroom sink. My sister found it and made a couple huge deal about it. I remember my mom telling her to shut up and just throw it away. I was so relieved!

After that it wasn't until Jr high. I used to clip out all of the diaper ads from the junk mail and had them stashed in an envelope I tapped under my drawer. I would steel a diaper here or there from my neighbor when I would watch their grandson. I stole a pull-up from a grocery store once. I never had a stash though, it was at most 2 diapers. My freshman year, i bought my first pullups. I had to modify them to get them to fit. I his them in the shed in our back yard, there was a ton of junk. My jr year, depends finally had pullups and I bought a few packs here and there. When I left for college, I missed one in my closet and when I came back on break, my dad had cleaned out my room. There was a lone pull-up on top of a box full of my stuff. I was embarrassed, but he never brought it up. I wore it that night though, lol!

The dumb thing is, I struggled a lot with been wetting most of my child hood and off and on from Jr high on. If I had just had the guts to talk to my parents, they probably would have been fine with it all, and even bought me supplies. That's my only regret... Well, that and Sterling is wrong, lol!

littlemoosey said:

What kind of stuffed dog was it, pit bull, a doberman a schnauzer? That will tell us all we need to know! Cute and cuddly or wiry and feisty.

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Dogg is a special dog, all his own kind. XD He's one of these fellas but much more love-worn.



The brand name for him is "Le Mutt". I found him in a box in a basement waiting to be thrown away. I took pity on him, a plush tiger and a one-eyed toy rabbit. I still have all three. :3 (But the bunny gained an eye made out of gold embroidery floss...I nicknamed him Goldie-eye. Pretty sure he's like...James Bonds nemesis. LOL)

NeverKnow said:

Once when I was home from college on a break, I kept diapers in a duffle bag in my room, but I actually moved it into the trunk of my car because I stopped thinking it was a good idea. Sure enough she spontaneously cleaned my room one day while I was out. I had a couple diapers still hidden in there which she almost found.

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Its funny how you had that 6th sense about it and moved things just in time. Just I like I did with the boat repair in my cabin.

Ive done that "diapered trip to the kitchen" at 3 AM. Only to hear my son getting up to use the bathroom upstairs. My heart stopped I think! Then I had a dream about the same where he actually came down, and I was using the counter as my camouflage!

When growing up the only baby stuff I had, apart from my stuffed animals and dolls, was an actual baby bottle that I still have. I only started wearing diapers when I moved out of my parents house. Unfortunately I had to come back so I had to stop wearing them again.
I did got caught, though. I don't know if it counts but there was a time when I was eight and my cousin was over and he is incontinent so I 'borrowed' ( he doesn't knew) one of his diaper and my dad caught me. In that day my parents added to the house rules no wearing diapers when you don't need them.
There was another time when I was sixteen that my mom caught me drinking milk from my bottle . She asked me if it was a fase when I said no she just closed the door and left. We never talked about it ever again.