Wow, yeah this kind of defines me. On a daily basis I don’t feel like I am “regressed“ even when I’m in diapers. But my fantasies typically revolve around a strong woman in authority, maybe a doctor or caregiver or a kind but firm aunt, who gives me no choice but to be in diapers just in case. I don’t have mommy fantasies, but usually I want that woman to be maybe 10 years older than me. I think it’s because if she’s the same age or younger, my adultness kicks in and I want to be viewed as sexually attractive to her.
I know 100% this goes back to when I was a kid. Even on sleepovers, mom would tell my friends moms that I wear diapers and to make sure I put one on before bed. I could never hide it from them. When I was 11 my mom decided to put me in adult diapers and I remember her making decisions around that. I felt like I didn’t have much choice in the matter and there was something a little humiliating and vulnerable about the whole situation. But she was accepting and was doing it just to make sure I was protected. I ended up trading the humiliation and discomfort of waking up in a wet bed for the humiliation and security of having to be put back in diapers at 11 years old. It definitely imprinted on me, and if I could go back, I would go back to that 11 or 12-year-old me. My one wish is that I was more open about my diapers with my siblings so that I wouldn’t have to feel like I needed to hide them so much. Would’ve been amazing to be able to just keep my diaper on a little bit on the weekend or put it on a little early before bed and crinkle around the house without stressing over who knew.
I do notice one of the things I seek now as an adult (I’m 42) is “permission” to wear diapers. May be more than permission, I want to be told that I should, or that I need to. I don’t want it to be my decision. I don’t want to choose them and worry about what my wife thinks or worry about what the doctor thinks. I want the doctor to tell me that I need to wear them, even if it’s precautionary.
I remember going in to the hospital for a sleep study when they were trying to evaluate why I was wetting the bed again, and the radiologist told me I should wear comfortable clothes and a diaper during the test. When I arrived, she actually had gone and retrieved one, and handed it to me to put on. Unfortunately, it was a tranquility pull up, but I informed her I brought one of my night diapers and asked her if I should put it on now. She said yes, so I retreated to the public restroom, put on my pajamas and diaper, and came in for the test. For me it was so amazing to be able to be openly diapered in front of a medical professional who I consider to be an authority figure, and not worried about what they think because it wasn’t my choice, it was her instruction. It’s the ultimate feeling of vulnerability and acceptance. I know everybody is different but it’s that combination that I’ve been chasing for 30 years.