As a child, how accepting were your parents with your desire to wear nappies/diapers?

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What was your experiences growing up and getting caught with nappies/diapers? How accepting were your parents?
 
my parents didnt like it at all. i told them i was still wetting the bed so they would buy me diapers. i stopped mentioning the fact that i liked them. finally they said if i was still wetting then i needed to buy my own diapers.
 
I think my parents found my stash when I was 14-15, I had gone out to a friend's place for the weekend and they took it upon themselves to clean my room. When I came back, my room was cleaned with my two baby pacifiers on top of my desk. They never brought it up.
 
My mother was the only one that knew seeing as my dad passed away before my mom found them the first time, and knowing what my mothers reaction was I'm glad he never knew.
There was anything from general shouting, threats of outing and degredation or a bunch of either smacks or a butt beating with a wooden spoon.
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Themanswifesman said:
I think my parents found my stash when I was 14-15, I had gone out to a friend's place for the weekend and they took it upon themselves to clean my room. When I came back, my room was cleaned with my two baby pacifiers on top of my desk. They never brought it up.
I never managed to sneak nappies into the house as a child but your story brought back memories. When I was 13 my mum decided to clean my room one weekend when I was sleeping over at my frind’s house and found a girl’s one piece swimsuit which I used to wear and masturbate in (gross, I know). I had hidden it in what I thought was a super secret place down the back of my desk. She washed and dried it and put it in my underwear drawer. I was absolutely mrotified when I realised she’d found it but she has never mentioned it and I’m 32 now.
 
My foster parents purchased my nappies (Tena Slip Supers) from age 11 to 17 and I used to wear them every night. This was the advice from my child psychologist to stop me stealing them from school. I remember my foster mother saying quite often if I contained to wear them I'll end up incontinent as discouragement but I totally loved the thought of being incontinent, this made me want them more.
 
Had thought I was being clever hiding my stash between my bed and the wall under a spare blanket so you wouldn't see it.

However parents as they are wont to do clean and tidy...
So when I was 15 or so, I was out with my mother. I can remember this as clearly as what I've done today, we were sat outside at a cafe, little silver rickety table, the sun glaring and a breeze flapping the awning and the mocha in front of me.

Just finished a normal nonsensical chat and she brought up: "I'm not going to pry into your adolescent activities (she had almost certainly caught me masturbating but not brought it up directly) but while you live under my roof it is for me to decide what goes on. The items in your room, I am sure you know to what I am referring, if you don't have a medical need for them, could you please bag them when we get home and no more shall need to be spoken about it"

I'm fairly certain she knew exactly what was going on as she worked in a variety of voluntary sector roles but being 15 I was for me completely mortified and did nothing more until I moved out at 19. With the exception of a single pack of pampers that I could fit behind the drawer in the desk.

And three black bin bags were waiting on my desk when I got home, so had been preplanned...
 
I probably wasted thousands of dollars as a teen on the diapers my parents found and threw out. Somewhere as a teen, I found a form letter on the internet that was supposed to go to parents to tell them of your desire to wear diapers and be babied. I gave it to my parents. I snuck next to their door and heard them discussing it, but they never brought it up to me. Eventually, I told my parents that I wet the bed, and they allowed me to buy my own XL Goodnites and wear them, but they would not buy them for me or diaper me.
 
My mom tried to shame me out of them. My dad didn't care so he never said anything about it.
 
My father had been a consistent asshole, and when he caught me in diapers it was no different. I don't remember exactly what he said when I was about four or five, but I'm confident it was something loaded with shame.
 
TheEternalPhoenix said:
Had thought I was being clever hiding my stash between my bed and the wall under a spare blanket so you wouldn't see it.

However parents as they are wont to do clean and tidy...
So when I was 15 or so, I was out with my mother. I can remember this as clearly as what I've done today, we were sat outside at a cafe, little silver rickety table, the sun glaring and a breeze flapping the awning and the mocha in front of me.

Just finished a normal nonsensical chat and she brought up: "I'm not going to pry into your adolescent activities (she had almost certainly caught me masturbating but not brought it up directly) but while you live under my roof it is for me to decide what goes on. The items in your room, I am sure you know to what I am referring, if you don't have a medical need for them, could you please bag them when we get home and no more shall need to be spoken about it"

I'm fairly certain she knew exactly what was going on as she worked in a variety of voluntary sector roles but being 15 I was for me completely mortified and did nothing more until I moved out at 19. With the exception of a single pack of pampers that I could fit behind the drawer in the desk.

And three black bin bags were waiting on my desk when I got home, so had been preplanned...

An interesting story and interesting the way it was done, like a ballet, intricately timed! But despite the warning and admonition it still did not stop you; which for me re-enforces that as I have known from the start. It is hardwired. I gave it up for 30 years, like alcohol you just want it back. I'm happier now.

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That is interesting, that your MOM was the one that had the issues and not your dad. I think that on balance, most people would be more inclined to bet that mothers would be more accepting, fathers not so.
 
They didn't like it to say the least. I had to deal with coming home to find my stash destroyed many, many times. I resent them for doing it.
 
I was in college when my mom found my diaper stash and gay porn....all at once. She sent me to see a psychiatrist at a mental facility. The rest of the story was that I went home for the weekend and was having some sort of psychotic break. I started crying and couldn't stop. 1970 was a tough year for college students. Anyway, I had to find my psychiatrist's office at this big mental hospital, wait in the waiting room and then talk about how I liked wearing and wetting diapers, and how I like other boys. What a fun day that was! Eventually I talked my mom out of sending me. They actually did shock therapy and lobotomies at that hospital. I was sufficiently scared. It brings a new meaning to the term, scared straight.
 
i lost count the number of times mum would find my nappies. I always though i had hidden them really well but no. She just use to wash them and put them back in a draw which then i knew she had found them. Was not until i was 16 before she asked me why i wear nappies and that she knew i had since i was 5. No internet back then so i just said i liked them and i cant explain why. she left it at that.
 
I was caught quite a couple of months ago by my mom , i had left a used diaper in the bathroom , so far nothing has been said but the first few weeks she had hinted me about the diapers and i told her its nothing to worry about.
 
My Dad was disguted that I still wet the bed and needed nappies all through my childhood and teenage years.
 
My parents had a problem with it when I was an early teenager as they’d hoped I’d grow out of my bedwetting and bladder problem but eventualy accepted that I might be a life time bedwetter. When I was is high school they even encouraged me to wear pull ups at day time.

So they ended up very supportive. The only things my dad wouldn’t allow was showing up in a wet diaper at breakfast or diaper to early before bed time.
 
I was never caught. I don't think my mom knows even now. My MIL knows though and she's cool with it. She thinks the ABDL-styled ones are cute.
 
I displayed diaper predilections as early as age 3 or 4, so my mother knew. When I was 8 or 9 and suffering from bad diarrhea, she offered to put a diaper on me ... probably because I was worried about what might happen to the bed if I had an accident. I wish now that I had let her - I told her, "No, that's okay" - because I think the experience of being diapered as a child might have influenced how my infantilism developed as a teenager and young adult.

My mother did go out of her way to accommodate a number of rather odd interests I had as a child, and I'm sure she would have babied me if I'd asked her. I watched her babysit little cousins from time to time and she clearly enjoyed taking care of them. Sadly, her offer to diaper me was rather shocking and I refused, although I was still small enough that the Curity diapers and plastic pants still in the hall closet would have fit me.
 
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