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I'm curious if others feel the same as I do. I'm new but made a few posts now so figured I'd create my own thread too!
I'm 29 and a DL. I think I've been a DL since the age of probably age 13 ish if I'm being honest with myself. I wet the bed as a child, usually severely and usually every night from birth to 16yo. I did have numerous tests done regarding this, including health exams, doctors appointments and even children's therapy and nothing was ever really confirmed/diagnosed. Adding to this, my parents have told me now that I'm older that I was practically impossible to potty train which is why I had accidents during the day as well, this meant I'd have to wear either a diaper or pull-ups during the day to school or anywhere else up until the age of around 10 when day wetting stopped. Bedwetting didn't stop until I was 16 and even then it didn't stop instantly, it was a slow and gradual process. I remember being a kid at pre/primary school and peeing myself with a diaper on, I knew it wasn't normal and I was frustrated as hell. It was embarrassing. None of my friends or other children that I knew of had this problem, they were normal and I wasn't. Sure did give me a complex! I remember it all so well too which is what I think contributes to my being a DL/AB. Essentially I was diapered from birth until age 11 and then had to wear DryNites (I think these are called GoodNites? in the USA) to bed until age 16.
Strangely (or perhaps not?), as a child I protested about wearing diapers. I hated it. There were nights where I'd throw a tantrum and refuse to be put in a diaper, I remember refusing to get out of the bath because I knew as soon as I was out the bath I'd be placed on my parents bed and put into a diaper AT AGE 10! It was so infuriating being powerless to stop it and not understanding why I had to wear them even though my parents explained to me, I didn't get it. I even remember leaping out of the bath at one point and making a dash for the front door, no idea what I was thinking lol I just didn't want to be diapered, I was swiftly caught and picked up by my mum and sure enough - I was promptly placed/laid on the bed, diaper was put on, PJ's on and was sternly told off along with the threat of "if you take that diaper off you'll get spanked and grounded". (my parents rarely ever spanked me, the threat alone was always enough). I remember this so vividly. So I just eventually complied with it, begrudgingly. The night routine was always bath, mum would come in and dry me off, take me to my parents bedroom, I was put on the bed and diapered/creamed and powdered, then into PJ's and then bed. Morning routine was mum coming in, changing my diaper in the morning and getting me ready for primary school. I was never asked or expected to put my own diaper on even at age 10, although I did insist at times my parents wouldn't let me. To be fair, I probably wouldn't have been able to put a diaper on properly anyway but I still moaned and complained about it. These are all memories that are clear as day to me. I had a weak bladder up until the age of 11 and was a very nervous/anxious child, day accidents were frequent and bad enough to warrant having to wear a diaper to school/anywhere else during the day or I'd literally pee my pants.
When the day wetting eventually stopped and I didn't need to wear diapers during the day anymore, I just wore a DryNite to bed at this point. Mum stopped diapering me with Pampers (taped diapers) around age 11. So 11-16 was exclusively night protection only, which was as easy as me putting a DryNite on before bed.
I was 13 when I started missing wearing actual (proper, taped) diapers, despite hating them for so long. And it was around this age I became obsessed with wanting to wear diapers and started to love wearing my DryNites, I'd even double them up to make them feel thicker to remind me of what a diaper felt like. I missed the thick taped diapers that mum would put on me, the security they gave me.
For the record, I don't resent my parents for having me diapered up until the age of 11. Despite me having tantrums, refusing to wear them and complaining when I was a kid, I'm actually glad that now, as an adult, I am who I am. I accept it.
They did everything they realistically could and I fully get them not wanting to change wet bedsheets every night or change wet clothes constantly. Even the doctors/medical teams I was under offered no practical solutions.
I was lucky at school that none of my friends ever found out I had to wear diapers, the school nurse who changed me on school days was so lovely and discreet. I'd go up to her independently when I needed to be changed.
I think if I was found to be wearing diapers by my classmates/friends, I'd have a very different opinion on all this. I probably would resent my parents, even though it wouldn't have changed anything. It'd of made school that much harder, on top of the bullying/crap times I already had to deal with.
So, did anyone else hate wearing diapers as a kid (if you had to wear them) but then grow to miss them/love them when you became a teen?
I also believe my late bedwetting and inability to be potty trained contributed heavily to me being a DL/AB as an adult. Anyone else have this experience?
I'd love to hear from anyone, it's interesting and I'd like to think I'm not alone having this experience. There has to be a connection.
P.S So sorry about the long essay lol. I tend to rant! Thx for reading tho
I'm 29 and a DL. I think I've been a DL since the age of probably age 13 ish if I'm being honest with myself. I wet the bed as a child, usually severely and usually every night from birth to 16yo. I did have numerous tests done regarding this, including health exams, doctors appointments and even children's therapy and nothing was ever really confirmed/diagnosed. Adding to this, my parents have told me now that I'm older that I was practically impossible to potty train which is why I had accidents during the day as well, this meant I'd have to wear either a diaper or pull-ups during the day to school or anywhere else up until the age of around 10 when day wetting stopped. Bedwetting didn't stop until I was 16 and even then it didn't stop instantly, it was a slow and gradual process. I remember being a kid at pre/primary school and peeing myself with a diaper on, I knew it wasn't normal and I was frustrated as hell. It was embarrassing. None of my friends or other children that I knew of had this problem, they were normal and I wasn't. Sure did give me a complex! I remember it all so well too which is what I think contributes to my being a DL/AB. Essentially I was diapered from birth until age 11 and then had to wear DryNites (I think these are called GoodNites? in the USA) to bed until age 16.
Strangely (or perhaps not?), as a child I protested about wearing diapers. I hated it. There were nights where I'd throw a tantrum and refuse to be put in a diaper, I remember refusing to get out of the bath because I knew as soon as I was out the bath I'd be placed on my parents bed and put into a diaper AT AGE 10! It was so infuriating being powerless to stop it and not understanding why I had to wear them even though my parents explained to me, I didn't get it. I even remember leaping out of the bath at one point and making a dash for the front door, no idea what I was thinking lol I just didn't want to be diapered, I was swiftly caught and picked up by my mum and sure enough - I was promptly placed/laid on the bed, diaper was put on, PJ's on and was sternly told off along with the threat of "if you take that diaper off you'll get spanked and grounded". (my parents rarely ever spanked me, the threat alone was always enough). I remember this so vividly. So I just eventually complied with it, begrudgingly. The night routine was always bath, mum would come in and dry me off, take me to my parents bedroom, I was put on the bed and diapered/creamed and powdered, then into PJ's and then bed. Morning routine was mum coming in, changing my diaper in the morning and getting me ready for primary school. I was never asked or expected to put my own diaper on even at age 10, although I did insist at times my parents wouldn't let me. To be fair, I probably wouldn't have been able to put a diaper on properly anyway but I still moaned and complained about it. These are all memories that are clear as day to me. I had a weak bladder up until the age of 11 and was a very nervous/anxious child, day accidents were frequent and bad enough to warrant having to wear a diaper to school/anywhere else during the day or I'd literally pee my pants.
When the day wetting eventually stopped and I didn't need to wear diapers during the day anymore, I just wore a DryNite to bed at this point. Mum stopped diapering me with Pampers (taped diapers) around age 11. So 11-16 was exclusively night protection only, which was as easy as me putting a DryNite on before bed.
I was 13 when I started missing wearing actual (proper, taped) diapers, despite hating them for so long. And it was around this age I became obsessed with wanting to wear diapers and started to love wearing my DryNites, I'd even double them up to make them feel thicker to remind me of what a diaper felt like. I missed the thick taped diapers that mum would put on me, the security they gave me.
For the record, I don't resent my parents for having me diapered up until the age of 11. Despite me having tantrums, refusing to wear them and complaining when I was a kid, I'm actually glad that now, as an adult, I am who I am. I accept it.
They did everything they realistically could and I fully get them not wanting to change wet bedsheets every night or change wet clothes constantly. Even the doctors/medical teams I was under offered no practical solutions.
I was lucky at school that none of my friends ever found out I had to wear diapers, the school nurse who changed me on school days was so lovely and discreet. I'd go up to her independently when I needed to be changed.
I think if I was found to be wearing diapers by my classmates/friends, I'd have a very different opinion on all this. I probably would resent my parents, even though it wouldn't have changed anything. It'd of made school that much harder, on top of the bullying/crap times I already had to deal with.
So, did anyone else hate wearing diapers as a kid (if you had to wear them) but then grow to miss them/love them when you became a teen?
I also believe my late bedwetting and inability to be potty trained contributed heavily to me being a DL/AB as an adult. Anyone else have this experience?
I'd love to hear from anyone, it's interesting and I'd like to think I'm not alone having this experience. There has to be a connection.
P.S So sorry about the long essay lol. I tend to rant! Thx for reading tho