Two things that are certain that I've observed in my life are:
- My fixation on diapers has not changed, and;
- People do change.
In 1991, my ex and I were freshly engaged and knowing what was ahead, we had a "mutual confession": she stated hers, then I brought up my diapers. After spilling it all, she reflected and said "It seems rather odd but I can handle it. Just don't ask or expect me to change you".
Fair 'nuff. 8 months later, we tied the knot.
And things changed noticeably. Looking back, I think her acceptance was half-bluff, half-expecting this to be a phase that would fade off. Nope...2 years later, she confided to my friend about it (
he knew already), saying she couldn't take it anymore...and that "[I was] weird" before trying to seduce him (
he told me this once the divorce was finalized...and I trust him)...and she & I separated for a month. It was rough...but we reconciled.
When we got back together, she told me she felt my diapers were "the other woman" in our relationship. I backed off because I loved her...but in 1999 it came back some after I found AB/DL online. The year before, I spent the entire summer in Attends due to urge incontinence brought on by stress. It was tough but we both survived it...now, she was thinking differently, so much as to begin dabbling in liaisons...and felony crime (
B&E).
Almost two years after she B&Ed my gramma's house...she left as I began coping with illness which led to my current disability..
She took 8 months and then tried to reconcile...with "terms"; she wanted control of every facet of my life. Then she tried to pressure me with religion. She wouldn't let up and it was clear I could never be what she seemed to need. So...I filed. 29 months later...it was over.
I still love to be in diapers, no less than ever. That didn't change as much as other things about me did. And as other things about my ex changed. Partners can make promises to the moon, but the fact that stuck with me, after considerable distilling by time, is that some things change...some don't. We can't choose or control what. It's part of our differences, part of our lives. Part of life. Risk.
We don't have to like it to any degree but we do just have to accept what we can't change, work to change what we
can...and realize risk is everywhere. Just my .000002 Bitcoin.