SherriLil
Est. Contributor
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- Role
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- Adult Baby
- Diaper Lover
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Another day, another diaper... I once again find myself sitting in my office in a diaper and a golf shirt, solving the world's problems. I ended up spending an unusual amount of time running around the house last night, thusly-clad. Elder daughter remains away at school, and younger daughter went to bed early, because she was tired, leaving my wife and I with the house to ourselves by about 9:00 PM. As is my usual practice, off came the afternoon's diaper, on went the evening diaper (Bambino Skooldoodle), I pulled on a sweatshirt, and settled in to do some month-end stuff on my laptop while on our bed, while my wife watched a show and knitted.
Then, she asked me to go look at some books she'd unearthed while organizing boxes and a bookshelf in the living room, so I got up and went down with her... normally, I don't wander the house in just a diaper, but, I didn't think we'd be down there long. Then, we ended up chatting and organizing, putting books on shelves and designating some of them for donation, some to be given to a particular person, and some keepers. We were down there for a couple of hours, and it was totally "normal", her in her pajamas, and me in min... which in my case amounted to a hoodie, a diaper, and slippers. Then, we headed up to bed, watched part of a show, and turned out the lights. Oh, I did have to pull pants on and take the dog out - maybe someday I'll be in a position to do that in just a diaper, too. But not likely in November, unless we live in Florida by then.
I thought once again about how my doing "this" is "taking back" some of the experiences I had as a kid, that I wished I could have enjoyed, but that were weighted with anxiety and shame. A memory sprang to mind at one point of a moment that evidently stays with me: when we were all, as a family, making breakfast in the morning, probably on a weekend, and music was playing, and my brother, sister and I were unusually cooperative as we went about it, even cleaning as we went - I remember feeling like we had a good assembly line going, and were playing like we were running a restaurant, with her cooking, me cleaning, and my brother running things to the table, and I felt really good, really happy... and then my step-dad, as we were about to sit down to the table that we'd proudly prepared, ordered me to "get out of that diaper", and I had to run off, red-faced, and when I came back, the mood, at least for me, had been broken.
Last night, the mood was not broken, and I did not "get out of that diaper!"
Then, she asked me to go look at some books she'd unearthed while organizing boxes and a bookshelf in the living room, so I got up and went down with her... normally, I don't wander the house in just a diaper, but, I didn't think we'd be down there long. Then, we ended up chatting and organizing, putting books on shelves and designating some of them for donation, some to be given to a particular person, and some keepers. We were down there for a couple of hours, and it was totally "normal", her in her pajamas, and me in min... which in my case amounted to a hoodie, a diaper, and slippers. Then, we headed up to bed, watched part of a show, and turned out the lights. Oh, I did have to pull pants on and take the dog out - maybe someday I'll be in a position to do that in just a diaper, too. But not likely in November, unless we live in Florida by then.
I thought once again about how my doing "this" is "taking back" some of the experiences I had as a kid, that I wished I could have enjoyed, but that were weighted with anxiety and shame. A memory sprang to mind at one point of a moment that evidently stays with me: when we were all, as a family, making breakfast in the morning, probably on a weekend, and music was playing, and my brother, sister and I were unusually cooperative as we went about it, even cleaning as we went - I remember feeling like we had a good assembly line going, and were playing like we were running a restaurant, with her cooking, me cleaning, and my brother running things to the table, and I felt really good, really happy... and then my step-dad, as we were about to sit down to the table that we'd proudly prepared, ordered me to "get out of that diaper", and I had to run off, red-faced, and when I came back, the mood, at least for me, had been broken.
Last night, the mood was not broken, and I did not "get out of that diaper!"