Wow, thanks all for the great welcome! It's great to meet all of you.
To MyWorld--Always nice to see the writers come forward--I'll look for your stuff! I am a grad student in English, which may explain my... umm... excessive reading habits.
Maybe this is way too much TMI, but if so, you can easily skip or skim it...
--Begin long story about my interest in diapers--
To answer your question about what got me interested in diapers, I honestly have to say that I'm not sure. As far as I can tell, I've always been interested in them. When I was very young, after potty training but before preschool, my mother once asked me if I wanted to wear "the last diaper" because she was going to throw them out. I was hesitant, but I asked her to diaper me, and I went to my babysitter's house diapered for the day. I remember it being one of the greatest and most enjoyable days of my childhood, and can still remember the details vividly. I have always wondered if this was the genesis of my diaper desires or if it is just my first memory of diapers. As I grew up, I was always inordinately (but i guess typically for a lot of *b/dls) fixated on diapers, hiding behind the packages in the grocery store and at the babysitter's house, paying special attention to Pampers commercials on television, etc. By the time I became a teenage, it had grown from an interest into something bordering on obsession. It was sexual, but not entirely, and it wasn't just an interest in diapers, but in being small again.
When I was 13, I started to stealing baby diapers from a friend's little brother while I visited their house. He was potty trained within a few months of my first theft, and I started to consider more extreme measures. I had been reading *b/dl stories on the web from the limited selection of sites that existed at the time, and somehow I got it into my head that it would be better if I got caught. I fantasized that I might be punished by my parents like those kids in the stories, simultaneously fulfilling and harmonizing my desires for diapers and normalcy. I resorted to stealing Goodnites from a local grocery store, and after a few months of bingeing and purging, being elated by my access to diapers and being racked with guilt about using them and my method of getting them, I was arrested for shoplifting. I've never had the courage to discuss that day with my parents, even years later, and it may still be the lowest and most embarrassing day of my life (but that, of course, is a story for another time... perhaps I'll write about it if people are interested...)
In any case, long story short, none of the things I'd imagined would happen happened. I was grounded and had to work off the shoplifting fine. I'm fairly certain my parents spoke to a psychologist who was, if not *b/dl aware, then at least very understanding because soon afterwards, without trying to make the two events seem related, my parents began giving me an allowance large enough to buy diapers on my own, which I did.
In any case, I do get to wear quite a bit now, but still not as much as I'd like. When I lived alone, I had many more opportunities to wear, but since actually moving into NYC on my own, I've had to have roommates (well, apartmentmates) to afford to live on my meager salary. Nonetheless, I make sure that I have plenty of time to wear diapers and bring out my *b side at night when I go to bed. I am not open with anyone about my desires; I don't think that most people outside the *b/dl community, even my good friends, would be able to understand the intensity of my fetish or paraphilia or whatever it is that I engage in. (Wow, that sounds kind of bitter, but it's not intended that way--I think I'm fairly happy and well adjusted, all things considered, and relatively successful interpersonally!)
--End long story about interest in diapers--
Anyway! Sorry if that's too much of a digression. Look forward to seeing you around too!
To Siege--Thanks for the book tip! I will definitely check that series out at some point!
