I have been told that I was really hard to potty train cause I didnt want to give up my diapers, I was also told various stories about me running around showing off my diaper. So I am going to say I knew I loved my diapers.
My mother told me I just stopped going in the diaper and she never potty trained me. Maybe because I saw my older brother go through it? So at that age I must have decided to give up the diapers, therefore sub conciously I did not want diapers, I wanted to be a big boy.
My memories start after I was toilet trained. Yet a clear memory was my Mom changing my diaper at the 1968 Renaissance Pleasure Faire. Because my bladder was small and over-active Mom would nicely ask me to wear a diaper on trips and special events. All that made sense to me, although I did not find the diapers comfortable they did mean I would not have to ask for a potty stop or lose our place in line at Disneyland.
Actually, despite my profound urinary incontinence, when I was 26 I had come to resent all the effort needed about my diapers. I was used to the discomfort.
[font="Calibri,Arial"]I'm not entirely sure. I think I liked wearing them, but not using them.
Case in point: When I was around 4/5-ish, I remember we ran out of pull-ups one night. I had to wear one of my younger brother's nappies instead that night. I don't remember being too fussed about it, but during the night I had to go. I couldn't get the nappy off to go, so I went in and woke up my parents to get them to take it off. They were tired, and presumably didn't want to get up, so they said they'd change me in the morning. Yet I persisted until they took them off.[/font]
I picked unsure/other because it is a "yes and I don't" know answer. First off, I do not remember back before I was potty trained, so that part is, "I don't know" Secondly, I was is diapers a couple of times after I was supposed to be trained. The first at around 5 for a road trip to visit a terminally ill relative. We had to make the trip with as few stops as possible, so I was asked to wear diapers and baby pants so we didn't have to make potty stops every hour or two. I remember I liked that. And, I was "diaper punished" at around 8 or 9. It was because, by then I was deliberately wetting and soiling my pants because I wanted to be in diapers. I really liked that time, but it didn't last because I was way too obvious that I enjoyed my punishment.