It fascinates me how a person's perspective changes as s/he ages. I have medical issues and I am on the autism spectrum. Up until the age of 7, when I gave potty training my best efforts in order to please my parents, I didn't think about diapers a lot. From seven until my early fifties, I looked forward to each night when I would be diapered for sleep. Daytime required constant vigilance to stay dry, with varying degrees of success. I wore a number of different kinds of protection during those years, beginning with Stay-Dry Panties and continuing through a variety of adult products.
In my 50's, I gave myself permission to be diapered full-time again, and life got much easier. As adult diaper technology has improved, my life has become easier still. I have no concern about diaper leaks. I prefer to poop in a toilet when I can, although I do have messy diapers. It's not a major issue. I have never been attracted to babyish clothing, playpen, or much else that is considered part of the AB lifestyle, but I have always enjoyed pacifiers.
In my later 70's now, I am happy that I can still take care of my own diapering. It's very possible that the time will come when I will need someone else to diaper me. If/when it does, I hope I will still be fully lucid, and won't be demented old geezer that nursing home attendants dread having to change.
I have said in other discussions, (the thought is most definitely not original with me) that life is a journey from diapers to diapers. Some of us came back to diapers a bit earlier than others.
