I started liking diapers after finding leftover Pampers in a closet when I was about 5. I still remember my mom giggling while I struggled to try to put it on. The next thing I knew my mom taped the diaper on for me, and I got to spend the entire day deeply enjoying the sensations the soft padding was giving to me. It's like that experience deeply ingrained the kink that would never go away.
I never got to wear real ones much after that except for those rare finds while playing in the tenant shared basement in our apartment building. My only outlet was making my own, which was pretty much just pulling a plastic bag up between my legs that created a snug feeling along with hearing that diaper crinkle. When I was 11, I discovered orgasms. Shortly after that I found much joy in wearing my mom's maxi-pads. They were like mini-diapers, and putting them in my underwear brought me back to the sensation I felt with that first diaper. Obviously my awakening to my sexuality and tease of "diaper" sensations from my mom's pads left me really wanting to be in diapers again.
When I was 16, I randomly tried diapers again. I rode my bicycle to the store and bought some pampers, but they weren't even close to being able to fit. If I only realized there was such a thing as adult diapers, I would've definitely bought some!
My access to diapers changed at 19 when I had an injury that resulted in my needing a wheelchair to get around. I couldn't walk, and I was also incontinent. At rehab facilities they manage incontinence by using condom catheters and drainage bags. I figured they avoid diapers because it requires more changing, and I think people in general have a negative association with diapers and being a "baby." It's about the "dignity." However, I kept getting frequent irritations down there that would take a long time to heal, along with plenty of leaks that I was getting sick of. During one of my irritations, one of my nurses asked me if I was willing to try diapers for a while. Just her asking me sent a flush of embarrassment along with a wave of excitement through my mind and body that I still remember to this day. I almost said no because I thought I'd be embarrassed by wearing diapers to therapy, but I think realizing that it was now "acceptable" for me to be in diapers helped squelch that feeling. If anything I think they helped ease the other frustrations I was feeling while adjusting to my new life. Additionally, the diapers created that amazingly intense feeling of sexual stimulation, which at first I had feared was gone forever with my injury. I've been in diapers since then pretty much 24/7. I still use the condom catheter & drainage bag when I know I be able to change for the next 12 hours.
So, at 19 I started using diapers out of need, yet I love needing them and being in them. The other convenience factor about needing them is that I don't have to worry about hiding them, where in the past I would get to panic if I thought someone was going to find out I was wearing pads. Sounds weird I guess but yea, I'm a total DL.
