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Thread: "My Journey To Diapers Started When". (All stories welcome)

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    My journey to diapers started when I was 13. I seldom had an accident. Often a mistake of forgetting, stress, you name it. But when I was 13, this was my last year of middle school and I fought my way past the bastards already. I was faint considering my near future. I never took kindly to teasing, and was usually lost in my imagination, dreaming about flying by colors in the chilled weather. Modest baby blue gradients resting in the sky. Abruptly pulled away from my thoughts to the attention of whatever noise others were making. So I was stressed out. Too young, so quite. I couldn't and can't stand for violence. The year was complete, the school was history, and my bed wetting was just beginning. I hid my now regular accidents from my mother, until I didn't. She's so tidy, and well kept she began investigating the smell emitting from my room. She grabbed at the sheets and unveiled the source. That fucking moment, will never be forgotten. I stood to her right, and waited. Automatically, our eyes meet and she said, "how long?'. I told her some few months. She hugged me (aware of the fighting I dealt w/ in middle school, dreading of high school, she did the math). And so the next day we ambled the brand new, town center, Target. Arrived at the incontinence isle, she grabbed the Depends pull on underwear, as I slid away in discomfort. I stood near the doors while my mother dealt w/ it all. Gesturing towards me, I spun left, pausing for her, and walked out, appreciating the design of the floor. Now 21, in college among varying hobbies, this still occurs nightly, and now daily. (24/7) For a different reason, but to this day. Diapers have very much become apart of my life and I just don't know what or If I should do anything about that. Maybe it's a sign, to disregard the minuscule, and try harder than everyone else to be were I want to be. Regardless of circumstance. And that, is my choppy story, feel open to tell yours. - Dylan.

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    I grew up as a bed wetter. I had wet most of my life and didn't finally "grow out of it" until my mid to late teens. Throughout this time, I had always taken care of my nighttime accidents and used a plastic sheet for protection. It was never forced on me, nor did my parents ever use this as "punishment", rather it was just a responsibility of mine. I probably started stripping sheets, washing clothing and bed linen, and making my bed around the first grade.

    I looked upon this quite differently at different times in my life. When I was really young, it didn't even phase me. I had no idea that something was "different" with me until I reached about six or seven. Around this time I knew I was "different", however it really didn't affect me and I didn't take much notice of it until about age ten.

    At this point in life I really became distressed with bed wetting and I knew that something was "wrong" with me. This change in attitude probably came about because of scouts, camping trips, sleep overs, all things that I was now afraid to take part in that a normal activities that a hyper-active outgoing 10 year old boy would. It didn't stop me, though it made things more difficult and pretty stressful at times.

    Around fourteen or so the stress had pretty much vanished, and I was now just dealing with a "condition". I had been really lucky that NO ONE had ever found out or caught me, and they never would.

    At about fourteen/fifteen my mom (probably out of frustration and prompted by a coupon for Attends) asked me if I would like to try diapers to make things easier around the house. I was absolutely dumbstruck and froze. The thought had never crossed my mind and I hadn't even realized that diapers that big existed. I seriously thought that I was the only one in the world with this problem.

    It took me all day to wrap my mind around the proposal, and around bedtime that night I had decided that anything was better than the chance of waking up early as hell cold and wet, changing sheets in the middle of the night, or changing clothes and sleeping on the floor with a blanket until morning.

    About two weeks later I had finally worked up the courage to answer her. As it happened we were in the supermarket and passing what I now knew were incontinence supplies. I pointed at them and told her that it might be worth giving it a shot. She said no and that I would outgrow it.

    I finally out grew bed wetting that year.

    I never looked back until one day, a few months later, I caught one of the first, and very rare, advertisements for 'Goodnites' on T.V.

    Out of curiosity I logged on to the website (definitely took long enough back then) and discovered that "I was not alone". It really piqued my curiosity, and I ordered the free sample.

    I managed to intercept them in the mail and hid them away to bring out later that night. The sample package was two Goodnites and looked just like a small pack! It was purple and said Goodnites on it. At the time I felt like I was just investigating what had been another option to deal with what was a pretty big and long lasting problem. I was curious as to what it would have been like if this was the course of action taken instead.

    Later that night I pulled them out and looked them over for quite awhile. I must have looked like an archiologist studying a new find! I finally put them on and instantly fell in love with the feel, smell, and comfort that they gave me.

    As part of the investigation, I used it as well. I was hooked instantly! They worked! They felt so good, secure, and WARM! Any bed wetter that never had protection beyond a plastic sheet knows that warm is not a sensation that is felt often.

    Since then, those sensations have stuck with me and continue to grow. The only problem is now, I don't fit Goodnites as intended. I am still attracted to Goodnites simply because it's the option I never had, but almost. I wish I were shorter and smaller like I was then so that I could try them out properly, or there was a longer size especially as my night time accidents have returned over the past few years.

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    So you were a bed wetter that began to enjoy diapers after you didn't need them? Unfortunate.

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    I will ceep it short because my englisch is everything except good.
    I wore diapers with the knowledge of my parents till I was 6. They diapered me everytime when I was very sick. After I used the last diaper of the stock and their disagree to buy a new package, I envy my best friend, who was a bedwetter and able to wear diapers every night. It followed some relocations and some stolen diapers from my parents friends and the big troubles of getting caught. Then 2 years break from the whole DL and TB part. After this two years I found some storys and communities and I was back. I bought my first Pampers and expose myself to my mom. She was very understanding and had only two requirements: First I have to regard the hygiene and second I had to ceep it privat and in my "room". But the happieness persist only for one year. I lost my parents confidence (the reason isn't important). After all they took me to a psychologist and he send me into the psychiatry. The worst months of my life followed.
    But there is a happy end.
    I restored the confidence of my parents and now there is something like an unwritten agreement.
    I don't show my little side or DL side, and they ignore things like two wet diapers in a month.

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    [QUOTE=Llayden;1324376]I grew up as a bed wetter.They worked! They felt so good, secure, and WARM! Any bed wetter that never had protection beyond a plastic sheet knows that warm is not a sensation that is felt often. [QUOTE=Llayden;1324376

    I agree with your statement Llayden! My "flipped switch" happened when I wet the bed at my best friend's house on a sleepover at age 8. His mother had me wear plastic underpants over my regular underwear the following night which mortified me but she had me put them on while my friend was taking his shower so I do not think he knew. Unfortunatley I leaked out and still wet the sheets a bit which had me in tears the next morning when his mom woke me up. Nothing was said and my parents did not even comment when they took me home so I do not know if they knew the weekend situation (I doubt his mother would not have told my mom).

    Surprisingly my mom told me some time later I was staying over his house again for an extended few nights because they were going out of town and I was too young to attend the event. The first night I was hoping no one would remember anything but my fiend's mom not only had me wear plastic underpants but a full diaper. I was extremely embarassed but she took several minutes to explain to me about the comfort of not having wet sheets and no one noticing a wet diaper since the plastic underpants would keep it contained and my pajama bottom would be over that. She was completely right. That next morning I was very wet but I had dry sheets and she took the time to tell me I was actually being mature by wearing protection when I needed it. Her kindness of explaining my situation to me and having me wear protection was not a punishment but a helpful solution and subsequent times after that my wearing of protection was something I actually looked forward to and appreciated.

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    I've liked them my whole life, ever since I was 3 (I mean whole life because people won't remember being younger than that age). I still wanted to be a baby I guess and liked diapers, we had some spare in a bedroom that I'd go into every morning and put one on before anyone woke up. Every time my mum would get angry at me and take it off me then eventually they were all thrown away. That's the beginning of it all.

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    for me it was about 3-4 years old, that was when my sister was born and I wanted to wear diapers and be babied.

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    When I was 8 or 9.
    I visited my Aunt and Uncle's house who had a new baby (my younger cousin).
    I saw how loved and well he was taken care of in his crib, with a huge stack of diapers on the changing station.
    Wished that were me....I think that did it.
    Had to have some after that.

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    I was about 10 or 11 when I did a market study for Goodnites. I was never a wetter; I just tried them on for size/fit/style. For a few years after that, I was kind of intrigued by the whole diaper/bedwetting "thing." I remember making towel "diapers" and wearing them to sleep, in hopes that I'd wet without waking up. (That never happened...). In my teens, the fettish?obsession? kind of took a backseat. Now I'm in my early 20s. My boyfriend doesn't really know about this side of me. I buy a few diapers here/there when he travels for work.

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    Quote Originally Posted by bethgirl View Post
    I was about 10 or 11 when I did a market study for Goodnites. I was never a wetter; I just tried them on for size/fit/style. For a few years after that, I was kind of intrigued by the whole diaper/bedwetting "thing." I remember making towel "diapers" and wearing them to sleep, in hopes that I'd wet without waking up. (That never happened...). In my teens, the fettish?obsession? kind of took a backseat. Now I'm in my early 20s. My boyfriend doesn't really know about this side of me. I buy a few diapers here/there when he travels for work.
    I used to wish I would wet in my sleep as a teen as well. Now my dreams have come true.

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