JonahAteAWhale
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So I have loved nappies my whole life and wore them at night and during the day (although not 24/7) throughout my childhood until around age 10.
At age 10 my step-dad at the time, who was strict unlike the rest of my caregivers, decided to put a stop to all the nappies. He banned me wearing in the day ever, and removed them at night too, and began waking me every night (felt like the middle of the night to me but was probably 11pm as I went to bed at 9pm on the dot under his rule, before he came along I had no bedtime.) He would wake me and carry me to the toilet and sternly tell me to pee. I became very anxious at bedtimes. I found it hard to sleep without a nappy, and my mind would not rest, and I would have lots of fears and anxieties which have persisted my whole life since and have only subsided since about 5 years ago in my late twenties when bedwetting returned (probably due to psychiatric medication) and I went back into nappies at night. Since I am back in them I sleep much better!
However that is not the point of this post. I attribute my strict step-dad's harshness, or what felt like harshness at the time, as the source of my shame around nappies that persisted thereafter. The desire to wear nappies never left, but from then on I felt like I was weird, and felt ashamed.
Only in the last few months, coming here, and receiving advice from others outside this site, that I have started to accept myself. I do not harm anyone by wearing nappies, and they help me a lot. If anyone else can't accept me when I tell them that, I wouldn't want to be their friend anyway. So I should be able to accept myself. And I am beginning to! I feel much better about nappies these days, although I still fear to accept the part of me who wants a bottle and a dummy.
At age 10 my step-dad at the time, who was strict unlike the rest of my caregivers, decided to put a stop to all the nappies. He banned me wearing in the day ever, and removed them at night too, and began waking me every night (felt like the middle of the night to me but was probably 11pm as I went to bed at 9pm on the dot under his rule, before he came along I had no bedtime.) He would wake me and carry me to the toilet and sternly tell me to pee. I became very anxious at bedtimes. I found it hard to sleep without a nappy, and my mind would not rest, and I would have lots of fears and anxieties which have persisted my whole life since and have only subsided since about 5 years ago in my late twenties when bedwetting returned (probably due to psychiatric medication) and I went back into nappies at night. Since I am back in them I sleep much better!
However that is not the point of this post. I attribute my strict step-dad's harshness, or what felt like harshness at the time, as the source of my shame around nappies that persisted thereafter. The desire to wear nappies never left, but from then on I felt like I was weird, and felt ashamed.
Only in the last few months, coming here, and receiving advice from others outside this site, that I have started to accept myself. I do not harm anyone by wearing nappies, and they help me a lot. If anyone else can't accept me when I tell them that, I wouldn't want to be their friend anyway. So I should be able to accept myself. And I am beginning to! I feel much better about nappies these days, although I still fear to accept the part of me who wants a bottle and a dummy.