What got you into diapers?

I posted this in another thread, but it seems to apply here as well.
" When I was of early, grade-school age, my family and I were visiting at my aunt and uncle's house. I had gone downstairs to their basement to get a soft-drink, and happened to see my youngest cousin's diapers, and other items of clothing hanging in the basement laundry room. I don't know why, but I was completely awe-struck by the cloth diapers and the plastic panties that were drying on a clothes-line ( some of the panties were even the plastic lined, fancy, frilly, rhumba-styled ones ! ). It hit me like a ton of bricks. For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a girl, a little girl. I wanted to wear the pretty party dresses, and frillies, of a little girl, but I had never had any conscious thoughts about wearing baby girl's style underclothes before that day. From that day on, I not only wanted to wear the pretty dresses, and frilly petticoats, like a little girl, but I wanted to wear the undies of a baby girl as well. For many years now, these types of clothes have been my prefered choice of clothing to wear when I am alone, and safe at home. "

For me, I guess it has to do with wishing, and wanting, to be able to ' start over '. To begin life again, but this time as the little girl that I have always felt like inside.

Then again, perhaps Note's response above is the best answer for me, as well.

I have posted this many times, hopefully it will help someone else come to terms with their own thoughts.
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I was toilet trained extremely early. (Shortly after I turned one year old, is the best I can figure.) My mother once commented that it was really easy compared to my stepsisters. I occasionally wet my pants and bed for a few years; however, it was not frequent enough to warrant anything more that a plastic sheet on my bed.

My parents separated and divorced by the time I turned 2 years old. As my father received custody and was a busy navy man (never deployed), I suspect he encouraged me to grow up quickly by putting an end to any babying. ( He once commented that the pacifier was the first thing to go. I did not need it as I hardly ever cried. )

Around the time I turned 4 years old, my mother remarried and gave birth to my sister. I suspect I became envious of the tender loving care my sister received and associated that care with diapers. As I distinctly remember trying to wear one of her diapers back then. (I was big, so they did not fit. I was promptly "caught", but I do not remember anything ever being said or done about it.) I would say that contributed later, as the memory often pops up.

My current interest and thoughts did not really start until I was about 10 years old. One of my "friends" came to stay the night at my house. The next morning, he surprised both me and my father by asking where he could dispose of his diaper from the night before. ( My father hit the roof as my friend's parents had not told him and he was concerned about the sanitary condition of the house.) I will admit that I laughed at him about it, but only after he had left. I was at least a little considerate.

It was not long after that incident that I became curious as to why he and anyone else who was not a baby, would wear a diaper. Fortunately- or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it -I had unmonitored access to the internet. (Around the year 2000.) Thus, I quickly learned about nocturnal enuresis and incontinence and how most used diapers to manage it. It was not too long after that I became genuinely curious as to what it felt like to wear a diaper.

Now, I was a fairly well-mannered smart kid. I knew this was not something I could easily talk to my father about and I was too honest to fake anything. I did not have an allowance and could not get to a store by myself, so I read stories I found online, looked at pictures, and lurked in chat rooms. I did not have a ton of time, just that hour between the time I got home from school (bus) and my father got home from work

By the age of 13, roughly two years after the incident with my friend, I started to become frustrated with my inability to "try" diapers and began planning to tell my father or fake something. In the end, I blurted out "I want to wear diapers" while being "talked to" about something unrelated. Needless to say, there was namecalling and shouting. I retreated and got defensive. The next day, I calmed down and managed to convince him that it was a passing thought and I would never think about them again.

In my defense, I honestly did attempt to never think about diapers again, but you know what they say, the more you try not to think about something the more you think about it. Looking back, this was big unfortunate mistake, as I started to obsess about other things in order to avoid thinking about diapers. ( nothing too horrible, but I should have focused more on school, friends, and other responsibilities.) I would occasionally slip, but it followed a pattern. Something would remind me about diapers, I would fantasize about them, try to rationalize my thoughts, think about talking to someone about it, then finally chicken out and the convince myself I really did not want diapers.

I kept this all well hidden from that point onward. I was never "caught", or at least my father never said anything about it.

Finally, just this past year, at the age of 25, I accepted that this will always be a part of who I am and carefully planned and took an opportunity to buy and wear diapers while at school. (I commute to a University. I am still living with my father with several good reasons not to move out, thus would not risk indulging at home.) I wore and used a diaper almost everyday of the Spring 2015 semester without anyone knowing or bothering to say anything.

The entire experience has allowed me to come to terms with my thoughts. I now consider diapers to be a tool that can serve a practical purpose. I believe that there is nothing wrong with a completely normal person (that is a person without a medical reason for wearing diapers) wearing a diaper for these purposes as long as it is done discreetly, in a sanitary manner, and in moderation. (There is a time and place for everything.)

I would also like to note that I am not into roleplay and do not find any sexual interest in diapers, but I do believe that it could lead and contribute to sexual situations.

Well after 9/11 I kinda needed a way to relax and feel calm after the national tragedy that had unfolded. So I kinda looked stuff up on yahoo, chatted with a couple guys on AOL IM, and then went to the store and bought some.

My parents forced me to wear them from the time I was born until I was 2 or 3. I've been hooked ever since.

I found out my "paci trigger," so I think diapetrs are as a "coplement." I can't find "diaper trigger."

Note - I wasn't bedwetter, guess I think it'd be trigger of others, so mine must be something different.

A book, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), is how it all began. It was one of those ABC board books, and on the "B" page was a baby in a diaper. After that, potty-trained 3 year old me, wanted to wear diapers and act like a baby.

Coincidentally, I started wetting the bed on accident not too long after and I got to wear pull ups to bed.

I wore them my whole childhood. I was a wetter and occasionally a pooper, if we went on a medium trip, pullup, long trip diaper, public outing pullups, night diapers as I did poop in bed every morning, out in desert diapers. I was finally weaning off them as of 4th grade in 2000. 5th grade I was out of all but my long trip pullups and bedwetting pullups. Then 9/11. Armed millitary escort including humvee with gun escorting school bus stop to stop for three weeks total lock down. No bathroom breaks without armed guards I resigned to just peeing and pooping in my underwear. The stress of the situation hit me and I relapsed into diapers hard and my teddy, and Pacific never left my side.

I just recently got into the diapers end of it all (if goodnites really count as diapers). I really love feeling little, and after looking more into it and finding out it was actually a thing, I just kind of tried things like pacifiers and eventually I made my way to pullups. I've always had a "little" personality even when I'm acting like my normal self. It sort of feels like I'm being more true to me when I dress/behave this way.

I was 4 when my brother was born and saw the attention he got. I "helped" with his diaper change and that peaked my interest. I remember wearing buggies at my grandmas house at when I was 7 or so, as my brother was hard to potty train. I also wore a little swimmers diaper to the pool before when I was 8. I always had diaper fantasies and desires as a kid, and wore a diaper again when I was 15.
I was out of town, and forgot to pack underwear somehow. For the first day, I wore a goodnite of my cousins. That turned in back into me wearing again. So there's that - that what got me into wearing!

Had an obsession with them at age 5 or so. Didn't start wearing until my teen years, began to have night time accidents shortly after. Financial difficulties forced me to go unprotected for about five years until I finally was able to get back in diapers back in Feb. Have wore every night since.

Where do I start?

Well, at a young age, I was a big bed wetter after getting potty-trained; probably around age 2 or 3. One time, when we were coming home from somewhere, a building was burning down and the fire trucks blocked our only way home (it was a big official town building, would've taken all night either for it to have burned down or extinguish the fire). So, my family decided they would stop at Wal-Mart to get some pull-ups and then take my little brother and I to a hotel for the night. However, when we got to Wal-Mart, we found they were out of pull-ups. So, my parents told me I'd have to wear my brother's diapers for the night... These were horrifying words to a 3-year-old me, or so I remember. I can't remember much else, but that's the gist of the story. Not sure if that's the moment where I started to like them or not, but I feel I can place it as an important moment in my ABDL side.

I can definitively say that for all of my life after age 4, I've never had a doubt in my mind that I would try my best to get access to diapers as soon as possible.

I blogged about it:

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

I distinctly remember strongly disliking getting potty trained, I missed wearing diapers pretty much from the moment I switched to underwear. The first few days of potty training were very unpleasant which might have contributed to my wanting diapers. I also wore diapers and then pull-ups for bedwetting until I was 6 years old. Truth be told I actually didn't mind them until I was on a camping trip for summer camp and I got made fun of for needing pull-ups. Fortunately I stopped bedwetting just a few months later, and my desires to wear diapers were pretty much gone until I was 10, when they suddenly came back and never really went away.

For me it was a medical issue (OAB) but I no longer mined being diapered 24/7, I have come to terms with being in diapers and the benefits they bring.

I just realised by reading this thread and recalling others that most of the time people were either bedwetters or at some point in their lives they saw some diapers, tried them and like them.

For me, I don't have any actual memories of wearing diapers or potty training, I was never a bedwetter as well. My earliest memory that can be tied to abdl is being probably between 3 to 5 years old and deciding to crawl while my parents were on another room calling me to come and have dinner. I remember doing it to try and feel like a baby and not wanting my parents to see me doing that. After that around this same period I did try to fit a cloth diaper that was on a doll and not being able to fit me, and also finding my old pacifier putting it in my mouth at night and accidentaly falling asleep with it. The whole thing kind of went dormant for a while until I reached puberty and then the desire to regress and wear diapers became stronger.

The interesting thing to me is that regression and wanting to feel little were there first and the reason to wear diapers and suck on a pacifier comes from that. I wonder if there are other people here with a similar story though.

I don't have any memories of wearing diapers as a baby either. And I was never a bed wetter.

My earliest memory is about 3-5 years old, taking one of my Cabbage Patch doll's diapers and putting in in my underwear and pulling my overalls up over it.

For me, it probably would have been bed-wetting that got me into diapers.

It's a complicated story with me.

I was never forced to wear them past the normal age kids stop wearing diapers, I did have a few accidents when I was at primary school but no major incidents stick in my mind. For me actually wearing diapers has been the last part of my ABDL persona to emerge. It was my interest in regression and playing the "baby boy" that emerged from teenage years onwards. I had a difficult time with bullies growing up and various health issues and being the youngest child my mother was very overprotective (and still is). Add on more health issues, mental health issues, fiancée passing away and I think it just came to as an act of rebellion against it all. The diapers were the final piece to fall in place it was just the completion for me of an escape from my everyday stressful life.

BabyBobby83 said:

It's a complicated story with me.

I was never forced to wear them past the normal age kids stop wearing diapers, I did have a few accidents when I was at primary school but no major incidents stick in my mind. For me actually wearing diapers has been the last part of my ABDL persona to emerge. It was my interest in regression and playing the "baby boy" that emerged from teenage years onwards. I had a difficult time with bullies growing up and various health issues and being the youngest child my mother was very overprotective (and still is). Add on more health issues, mental health issues, fiancée passing away and I think it just came to as an act of rebellion against it all. The diapers were the final piece to fall in place it was just the completion for me of an escape from my everyday stressful life.

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WTF???!!! Very similar to me...