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Hi everyone! I've lurked in this community for a lot of years and only had an official profile for the last few. I feel like I'm finally thinking of this community as a group of friends with common interests who I can interact with, rather than something to be ashamed of.
I'm a pretty normal guy. Early 40's, family man, etc. I run a small business, I'm a military veteran, and enjoy being active.
I'm a Diaper Lover, and history with diapers is rather typical except that I feel like I got lucky with the era I was born into (1981) and how understanding my parents were. As a bedwetter, my parents kept me in diapers pretty much consistently as a young kid. There may have been a few times at 5 or 6 that they tried having me wake up in wet sheets to see if that would motivate me to quit, but they realized pretty quickly that it wasn't under my control. I even remember the old "star chart" where I was supposed to put a star sticker on each day I woke up dry, and would earn treats for it. I would get so disappointed when I would "fail". But after while they basically resigned themselves to the fact that my bedwetting was involuntary, and I wasn't made to feel too badly about it (although it was something I still felt ashamed of).
I think I was in diapers at night off and on until about 8. I have a memory of my mom getting pregnant with my younger brother when I was 7 and I remember commenting that "the baby wouldn't be the only one in diapers". With that said, I also have a vivid memory of my parents making me wear plastic pants over my underwear at night to stop the bedwetting and I feel like I'd been out of diapers for a while at that point. I'm not sure how old I was, but it was traumatic for me and I threw a fit. They finally threatened to spank me if I didn't comply, and I accepted my fate while feeling utterly humiliated. But I have no memories of diapers after age 8 until the next VERY impactful event happened in my life.
From 8 until 11 I was left to just wet the bed. I had to take care of my laundry, and my room always smelled like pee. I had a plastic mattress cover but my bedwetting was a huge source of embarrassment to me. I was MORTIFIED if anyone found out. In that time (around 10 I think) my parents tried a bedwetting alarm, but in my deep sleep I would just grab and yank the wires and never wake up enough to use the toilet. Ultimately I just kept wetting my bed.
Then in 1993 when I was months from turning 12, my dad told us he was going to be set to a technical training in Las Vegas for a week. With it being 14 hours away, my parents decided to make it a family road trip with us camping halfway in our tent trailer. My mom mentioned to me prior to the trip that she was concerned about me wetting the bed in the trailer or the hotel, and thought maybe we should get some adult diapers for me to wear. I was both embarrassed and fascinated. For the first time I really felt a desire to wear diapers, and didn't understand why. I actually reminded her about it the week prior to the trip and a day or two before, she took me to the store to buy some diapers for the first time in years.
The idea of being put back in diapers at 11.5 years old was something I had never considered, but all of a sudden it opened a new chapter in my life. I put those diapers on that first night and remember thinking there were incredibly crinkly and obvious. I did my best to hide them from my 3 siblings, but it was impossible. There was no hiding it that David was back in diapers. When I would walk around, the thickness of those early 90's diapers and the crinkling was a dead giveaway. I had other memorable embarrassing incidents during that trip which I've shared in other posts, but ultimately I think being put back in diapers at an older age like that was the origin of my affinity for them.
I eventually stopped having accidents about a year later, and was try for a solid 4 years. I joined the military and had probably 5 - 6 bedwetting accidents in bootcamp but was never discovered by anyone except my bunkmate. After that I was dry for another 5 years until I got married. Starting in my early 20s I would wet the bed maybe once every other year. In my mid 30s it happened a few times, and after one particular time I took the opportunity to wear diapers to bed just in case. My wife was understanding and grateful for the protection. Once I was back in diapers my bedwetting seemed to return full force. Within about 4 months I was waking up with a wet diaper about 5 nights a week. My theory is I've always been prone to wetting the bed, but that my subconscious mind wouldn't sleep deeply for fear of having an accident. I think now that I know I'm diapered I sleep deeper knowing I'm safe. I'm actually working with a urologist right now to get to the bottom of it with no luck. My neurologist actually thinks it could be stress induced.
Anyway, that's where I'm at! Hopefully I can make friends with some of you.
I'm a pretty normal guy. Early 40's, family man, etc. I run a small business, I'm a military veteran, and enjoy being active.
I'm a Diaper Lover, and history with diapers is rather typical except that I feel like I got lucky with the era I was born into (1981) and how understanding my parents were. As a bedwetter, my parents kept me in diapers pretty much consistently as a young kid. There may have been a few times at 5 or 6 that they tried having me wake up in wet sheets to see if that would motivate me to quit, but they realized pretty quickly that it wasn't under my control. I even remember the old "star chart" where I was supposed to put a star sticker on each day I woke up dry, and would earn treats for it. I would get so disappointed when I would "fail". But after while they basically resigned themselves to the fact that my bedwetting was involuntary, and I wasn't made to feel too badly about it (although it was something I still felt ashamed of).
I think I was in diapers at night off and on until about 8. I have a memory of my mom getting pregnant with my younger brother when I was 7 and I remember commenting that "the baby wouldn't be the only one in diapers". With that said, I also have a vivid memory of my parents making me wear plastic pants over my underwear at night to stop the bedwetting and I feel like I'd been out of diapers for a while at that point. I'm not sure how old I was, but it was traumatic for me and I threw a fit. They finally threatened to spank me if I didn't comply, and I accepted my fate while feeling utterly humiliated. But I have no memories of diapers after age 8 until the next VERY impactful event happened in my life.
From 8 until 11 I was left to just wet the bed. I had to take care of my laundry, and my room always smelled like pee. I had a plastic mattress cover but my bedwetting was a huge source of embarrassment to me. I was MORTIFIED if anyone found out. In that time (around 10 I think) my parents tried a bedwetting alarm, but in my deep sleep I would just grab and yank the wires and never wake up enough to use the toilet. Ultimately I just kept wetting my bed.
Then in 1993 when I was months from turning 12, my dad told us he was going to be set to a technical training in Las Vegas for a week. With it being 14 hours away, my parents decided to make it a family road trip with us camping halfway in our tent trailer. My mom mentioned to me prior to the trip that she was concerned about me wetting the bed in the trailer or the hotel, and thought maybe we should get some adult diapers for me to wear. I was both embarrassed and fascinated. For the first time I really felt a desire to wear diapers, and didn't understand why. I actually reminded her about it the week prior to the trip and a day or two before, she took me to the store to buy some diapers for the first time in years.
The idea of being put back in diapers at 11.5 years old was something I had never considered, but all of a sudden it opened a new chapter in my life. I put those diapers on that first night and remember thinking there were incredibly crinkly and obvious. I did my best to hide them from my 3 siblings, but it was impossible. There was no hiding it that David was back in diapers. When I would walk around, the thickness of those early 90's diapers and the crinkling was a dead giveaway. I had other memorable embarrassing incidents during that trip which I've shared in other posts, but ultimately I think being put back in diapers at an older age like that was the origin of my affinity for them.
I eventually stopped having accidents about a year later, and was try for a solid 4 years. I joined the military and had probably 5 - 6 bedwetting accidents in bootcamp but was never discovered by anyone except my bunkmate. After that I was dry for another 5 years until I got married. Starting in my early 20s I would wet the bed maybe once every other year. In my mid 30s it happened a few times, and after one particular time I took the opportunity to wear diapers to bed just in case. My wife was understanding and grateful for the protection. Once I was back in diapers my bedwetting seemed to return full force. Within about 4 months I was waking up with a wet diaper about 5 nights a week. My theory is I've always been prone to wetting the bed, but that my subconscious mind wouldn't sleep deeply for fear of having an accident. I think now that I know I'm diapered I sleep deeper knowing I'm safe. I'm actually working with a urologist right now to get to the bottom of it with no luck. My neurologist actually thinks it could be stress induced.
Anyway, that's where I'm at! Hopefully I can make friends with some of you.
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