Share your true stories how you got into wearing nappies/diapers ?

[newnappylover]

I’ve only just started to get a fascination for Nappies but because I am on the larger size I feel it will be harder for me to be able to get them

 

[skylanderpamp]

For me it started randomly one day when I was with my mom while she was working at a place that looked after kids on the autism spectrum who needed more help. Using the bathroom there, I noticed a changing table and pull ups. Randomly wondered what it would be like to wear diapers again, but didn't take any. That night I got a cotton bedsheets and folded it into a cloth diaper and held it in place with underwear.

Years later, found out about ABDL diapers and got a sample and I was amazed by how soft and comfortable it was. Since then, I normally sleep in cloth diapers (or disposables if I know 'm home alone the next day).

 

[Napincolove]

I only remember being fascinated by Rubber pants my mum put in the airing cupboard to dry, probably worn by me and then my sibling, my actual memories of wearing Rubber pants as a very young child are all chafing and blisters horror stories so I have no idea why I was always drawn to them and just knew I wanted to wear them.
Did all the usual kiddy things like putting them on over my underpants and nearly getting caught on a few occasions!

I have no idea what caused my fascination with pants and Nappies at all but it is a lifetime thing that's for sure, these days the wearing of Nappies and Pants is mandatory for me due to bladder ic and rare BM accidents.

 

[ARBBB2]

I’ve only just started to get a fascination for Nappies but because I am on the larger size I feel it will be harder for me to be able to get them

you can get a diaper that will fit I am sure!! Don't give up it feels to good!! Welcome to the group, have FUN here, please share a little so we can start to get to know you!!!

 

[quartz200420012]

1. I was 4 or 5. There was some diapers in the bathroom....yada yada.... that's when I knew.

 

[Rakvirsza]

There were a few times I tried putting on a bunch of underwear at once and wetting it from when I was like 10 or so up until I actually got diapers, but that wasn't really diapers or even particularly effective as a substitute

Skipping past that, the first time I actually got diapers again was when I was 17, after putting together a plan to get them and dispose of them without being caught, involving framing them as Christmas presents for family so I could justify not elaborating on what they were, before I realized my parents didn't really probe into the contents of my online orders anyways. (Side note, I now tend to refer to packages of diapers or related items that I don't want others to find about as "Christmas Presents" in my head due to this.)

A pack of 20 Goodnites because I didn't want to risk the "Ships in original packaging" of the larger boxes, even if they did claim to let me ship in a regular box instead, plus I wanted to actually verify they'd fit like I thought they would. I felt like a little kid on Christmas, more than the times I was actually a little kid on Christmas, which was ironic considering my plans to explain the package.

I ran the box to my room, sighed with relief that my plan to get diapers without being detected had worked out, opened up the box, and put one on. I wasn't sure what to expect honestly, I'd thought a lot about wearing diapers but didn't really remember what it felt like, but they fit better than I'd even expected considering I was a fair bit above the recommended age already, and they were cute and comfy, so I was happy with them.

I was anxious to try wetting them but ended up holding off to just wear them for a bit. Looking back, I'm honestly surprised I was able to actually hold to that for so long but I think I just wanted to wait until my parents were asleep so I didn't have to worry about anything not going the way I expected, being my first time since I was a toddler and all.

Now, that night I'd actually coordinated with some friends to do a raid on World of Warcraft that night. For anyone not familiar with the game, raids are long. Like, a couple hours or so even if you don't have too much trouble with the fights and raids are also really hard so you will often have trouble with the fights unless you have a really good group. I'm not usually much of a raider, aside from the super easy difficulty that splits them up into several smaller parts, or low level raids on high level characters that are faster because everything just falls over dead from a light poke on the cheek and I don't need a group, but this was a special case. There was a special event where I could run...a low level raid with a high level character, well, kinda, it scaled the characters down and gave max level versions of the loot to let people experience old content properly (Kinda, I mean, stuff changed a lot since it came out still, but close enough). It was the first time they'd done this with a raid and I wanted to try it while I could. (Previous runs of the event were only for dungeons, which are for less players and are typically shorter and easier.)

Due to the aforementioned length, I figured this was as good of a time as any to try out a diaper for the first time, though since I didn't know how much it could actually hold I just went little bit here and there. Ultimately I usually ended up getting up to use the toilet a couple times still since I wanted to be cautious and not make the group wait if I overused it and had to clean up. Also, while I went into all this figuring I knew how to pee by that point considering I'd been doing it for 17 years, it turned out there was a mental block of "I'm sitting here with my clothes on and not over a toilet, I shouldn't pee right now" that was a lot more difficult to get past than I realize. Even now, I doubt a Goodnite would have held up through that otherwise, it took a while and we did, in fact, have trouble with some of the fights. Still, I was just excited to use a diaper at all after the whole fourteen year wait thing.

The raid eventually ended, sadly with the group giving up after not being able to beat the final boss, and it was pretty late even for me who tends to stay up pretty late. Even though I'd only been doing a few small wettings over time, the Goodnite was getting pretty wet but I wasn't sure how much so I went into the bathroom to give it one final test in a bit of a safer environment. It leaked pretty much immediately, though over the toilet so not a big deal. I figured I'd used it quite a bit during the raid so it wasn't too surprising.

And then there was my second one where I woke up where I woke up the next morning, got out of bed, started wetting it thinking I'd gotten a decent idea of how much they could safely hold, and had a leak after about five seconds because I didn't realize at the time that I had to use them slowly.

 

[Ghg789987]

I personally love reading true stories how people got into wearing nappies/diapers and everyone can share there experiences and memories on this topic......

thank you for your time in reading this and sharing your information if you contribute

Personally, I started having an interest in it around 15. Tried to use grocery bags and paper towels to make a makeshift diaper (it was awful). Moved out of state for college and hadn't thought about trying it for a while, though I was still interested. After my first year, I moved into a 7 bedroom house with an indoor pool, 10 car garage, and an indoor basketball court. Was there for 4 ywars. When I was there, I ordered my first diapers ever, abena M4s. Loved it!!! It was hard hiding it from My roommates, got caught once, only knew because I had a camera set up in my bedroom. Now I have my own place, two bedroom, right downtown, so I wear whenever I want

 

[grst]

I was intrigued at the thought of diapers at night for a very long time. After I was potty trained, my mom had me sleep in pull ups for about a week, but I never actually used or needed them, so that was the end of my diaper wearing as a toddler. I actually remember waking up dry and my mom commenting that I was dry and hadn’t had any accidents at night, so I wouldn’t need them anymore. That’s my only diaper memory from back then. My DL story is quite long, and goes back almost 20 years.

When I was 6 my parents divorced and my little sister and I moved with my mom into a shelter for 6 weeks so she could get on her feet. This was in the year 2000. While at the shelter, there was another family there with a boy, David, age 5, just younger than me. They came to the shelter a few weeks after my family did. After dinner most nights David would run around in just his underwear because it was warm in the shelter and most of the attendants wouldn’t turn on the A/C. One night David and I were playing in the common area together when his mom called him to their room to get ready for bed. I was hoping to keep playing, so I went to their room and looked in. I remembered seeing him wearing a pull up. I was surprised and ran back to the common area.

At the time I had somewhat of a knowledge of pull-ups. I remembered seeing commercials for them and I remembered my mom putting me in them briefly, so I immediately figured out that he must have accidents at night. This was also the year 2000, the same time they introduced the fading designs, which were being heavily promoted with commercials on Nickelodeon. Every night when David was called for bed I would follow him and peek into their room because I wanted to see the pull up.

A few days later David’s mom asked my mom if she would babysit and put her kids to bed so she could go out shopping. My mom agreed and David’s mom told her kids (there were two preteens that were siblings to David) to go get ready for bed early, but they could come back out and play for a while after. David went to get ready for bed wearing underwear, and of course, came back wearing just a pull up. I remember staring at first because it looked just like the commercials and I could see the star design (the fading part) that they showed in the commercials. After a few seconds of me staring he asked if I wanted to play and of course I did, and we played together for a while.

I’m not sure why I kept looking at the pull-up, but I kept staring at it often. It had Mickey on it, and the fading stars. I think it was probably because in the Pull-ups commercial, there were two boys playing and one of them told the one wearing the pull up, “cool, you’ve still got your stars”. I think I kept checking the stars because of the commercial, even though I didn’t expect his stars to go anywhere because he wasn’t sleeping. We had been playing for quite a while and he asked me if I wanted to play Chutes and Ladders, the board game. We got it out and went to set it up on the table and my mom intervened. She said we could play, but I had to get my pajamas on first. David said he would set up the game while I was getting ready.

I came back and he was ready. I looked under the table at his pull-up and was a bit surprised. The stars were still there, but the edges had gotten blurry. We were running around a lot before that, so at first I thought maybe it was just from running around. I kept looking under the table frequently, and it seemed like the stars kept getting blurrier every time I looked. He was playing the game with me though, and acting completely normal the whole time. Eventually my mom sent us to bed, and I went to bed still wondering why his stars were faded. As a 6 year old, it was unfathomable to me that he would pee in his pull up on purpose if he was awake.

As a kid I was a terrible insomniac. That night I remember laying awake in my family’s room, the door was open a crack and I could see into the hallway, and David’s mom had just returned from shopping. She and my mom were out in the common area talking. David and his siblings were still awake too as I could hear them jumping around in their family’s room across the hall. David’s mom went into their room to tell them to go to bed. Everything was quiet for about 2 minutes, then out of the silence David’s brother suddenly yelled, “Mom! David peed his diaper!”

I was stunned. I saw their mom walk by into their room. She told David to go into the bathroom and wait for her. I saw David walk by in his pull up, followed by his mom who I could see had a new pull up in her hand. I layed there and couldn’t believe that he peed his pull up on purpose, while we were playing. I had no memory of what a wet diaper felt like, but I had known what wet underwear were like from having a couple of accidents. Because I didn’t know any different I thought a wet diaper or pull up would feel the same as wet underwear. I couldn’t imagine why he would do that or how he could handle what I thought at the time would be a cold, wet feeling. My curiosity was piqued. We moved out of the shelter about a week later. Other than sneaking a few glances into their bedroom during the following few evenings, I didn’t really see much. After we moved I never saw David again.

Shortly after moving into our new house, my little sister and I started going to daycare in the home of one of my mom’s old friends, Karen. Karen had a son named Daniel who was the same age as me...at that time we were both 6 1/2 and were in 1st grade. We went to different schools (I went to private school) but rode the bus together and played together every day at Karen’s house. In the mornings, my mom would drop us off around 6:40. Karen woke Daniel up at 7:00 every morning, we would eat breakfast together, then he would go in the bathroom and get dressed before we would get on the bus for school.

Right around the same time we started going to Karen’s house for daycare, my sister was 2 1/2 and in the middle of potty training. Weirdly, I never thought anything of my sister wearing diapers. David still wearing pull-ups at night had fascinated me, however. My sister was still a baby and had worn them since she was born...maybe that’s why I never thought much about it? I was fascinated by David wearing the diaper, but not my sister. Seems strange now, but I digress.

My sister was using the potty consistently at Karen’s house, but was still having difficulties at home. One day we got to Karen’s house and had breakfast. The bus was later than usual, and Karen asked me if I would grab my sister’s underwear out of her bag, since she was going to change her into them. I handed her the underwear and she asked if I would throw away my sister’s diaper. I brought it into the bathroom to throw it away. As I was throwing it away, I noticed a pull up in the trash that looked EXACTLY like the ones David wore. Just then Karen yelled that the bus had pulled up, so I dropped my sister’s diaper in and ran for the bus.

Later that day when we got back to Karen’s, I went directly into the bathroom to look in the trash. Upon closer examination, there were actually 3 pull-ups in the trash. I took them out and could see green-ish streaks on each one where the stars had been. Apparently I had been in there quite a while because Karen knocked on the door and asked if I was alright. I told her I was and put the pull-ups back in the trash and washed my hands. I came out and Karen asked why I didn’t flush the toilet, I told her I forgot and dashed back in to flush it. I was embarrassed because I didn’t actually use the bathroom. Now I was trying to figure out which kid the pull-ups belonged to, since my sister was the only potty-training age kid there.

For the next couple months, every time I went into the bathroom I found a pull up in the trash with faded stars. It was about 5 months later (spring 2001) that I finally figured out who they belonged to. Every morning when Daniel came down for breakfast, he was wrapped in a blanket. He took his pajamas off upstairs and put them in the hamper before coming down. Karen had his clothes ready for him downstairs every day, so that he could get dressed in the bathroom after breakfast. One morning we were eating breakfast and Daniel’s blanket had fallen down on one side. I looked over and was extremely shocked...he was wearing a pull up!

So, I had figured out who the pull-ups belonged to. I had never even suspected Daniel, because he was the same age as me - we were both 7 by this time. I remember it being difficult to wrap my head around the fact that someone the same age as me was still wearing a diaper. Then I started noticing the pull up quite a bit when he would come down in the mornings, and even noticed that his underwear were always on top of the pile of clothes his mom gave him - to put on once he took the pull up off.

My curiosity was piqued again. The part that was the most interesting to me was that he would eat breakfast sitting in the wet pull up. As I mentioned earlier, my belief at the time was that a wet diaper/pull up felt the same as wet underwear. I couldn’t imagine why he didn’t want to get dressed before he ate. I remember thinking quite often how happy I was that I didn’t need to wear pull-ups at night, even though I was still extremely curious about it.

It wasn’t long after that we switched daycares because my mom got a different job. I had mostly forgotten about Daniel and the pull-ups. Occasionally diaper samples would come in the mail to our house. My mom would order them for my little sister to put on her dolls. Usually the ones that came were small. Size 3 or so if I had to guess now. They were just diapers so I didn’t think much of them.

It was winter of 2002-03, and Pampers had released Easy Ups just a few months earlier. I was 9. One day, an Easy Ups sample came in the mail. I was in my room playing with my LEGO and my sister was playing at a friend’s house. My mom came into my room and told me I should see if my friend across the street wanted to play. I saw her holding the Easy Up and I was curious, because it looked like a pull up. I heard her go into my sister’s room and come back out. I told her I would finish what I was building and then check with my friend. As soon as she was downstairs I went into my sister’s room to investigate. Sure enough, she had put the Easy Up on top of my sister’s doll chest. I grabbed it, flew into my room, and looked at it. As I was holding it and looking at the green stars, I remembered David peeing his pull-up voluntarily. Then I thought about Daniel and how he would sit in his wet pull-up and eat breakfast. I thought about putting it on, then chickened out. I stashed it in my closet and went across the street to play.

It was April 12, 2003. I was 9 1/2. My mom had told me that I needed to clean my room - more specifically, my closet. I got to work. As I was going through all of my toys, I came across the Easy Up I had tossed in there several weeks earlier. I thought about Daniel and David again and decided I at least wanted to know what it felt like to wear one. So, I took my pants and underwear off and put it on. Just then I heard my mom coming up the stairs. I didn’t have time to take it off, so I quickly put my underwear and pants back on over it. She came in and said we needed to go over to her boyfriend’s house (his adult daughter was having an issue of some kind) and we needed to leave right away. I had no time to change out of the Easy Up, so I ended up having to keep it on.

Once we were at my mom’s boyfriend’s house, the two of them set my sister and I up in the living room watching the Kids Choice Awards on Nickelodeon. They went into his bedroom and left my sister and I basically by ourselves. My sister wasn’t really watching the show, as she had brought her BRATZ dolls to play with. As I was watching I had to go to the bathroom. I had almost forgotten I had the Easy Up on. I was waiting for a commercial and thought...I don’t have to wait for a commercial...I can just pee. So I did! I felt the warm sensation spread across the front of the diaper. When the next commercial came on, I ran to the bathroom to check it out.

I pulled down my pants and underwear to see the Easy Up...there were green smudges where the stars used to be. Then I realized...it was still warm. I was wrong about it being a cold and damp feeling. This feeling was great! It also had a satisfying squishiness that I enjoyed. I went back to the living room to watch the show. I peed in it all afternoon, periodically checking it in the bathroom and seeing how thick and squishy it was getting. When we got home I took it off and tossed it in my closet.

The next day I noticed the smell from the used Easy Up. I knew I needed to figure out how to throw it away, but couldn’t figure out how to get it past my mom. I put it in a ziploc bag and put it back in my closet. That worked, for a few more days, then I started to smell it again. Then my mom started to smell it and kept getting after me to “find whatever died in my closet”. Finally one day she took a nap after work and I was able to grab it and run it to the outside trash. That was the last I thought about diapers for a couple of years, since my curiosity had been satisfied up to that point.

It was summer of 2005. I was 11, and the last experience I had with diapers back in early 2003 with the Easy Up. I hadn’t really thought much about diapers since I went through the fiasco of trying to dispose of the one I had used. I was old enough to stay home a lot by myself, but once school let out for the summer, I went to the babysitter with my sister so I wasn’t lonely all day. Besides, the babysitter had “The Sims” on her computer, which I enjoyed playing. I was playing Sims one day and had to use the bathroom really bad. I went into the bathroom and the cupboard door was open slightly. I went to shut it and out of the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of a stack of girls pull ups. I opened the door back up and grabbed one. I looked at it and it had Disney princesses and the fading designs. I thought back to using the Easy Up and how nice it was to not have to get up to use the bathroom while watching TV.

I peed in the toilet, then quietly slipped on the pull-up. It was a lot tighter than the Easy Up had been, but I was also 2 years older. I was a small kid, but it BARELY fit me. I went back to playing my game. A little while later, I had to pee. So I just went. Again I felt the warmth and could feel the squishiness when I moved. I loved it. After 3 small uses my mom showed up. I ran to the bathroom to take it off but realized the babysitter might wonder why there was a used pull-up in the trash. So, instead of taking it off, I decided I would just take it off at home. I grabbed one more pull up from the stack and shoved it down my pants to take home.

When I got home I went to my room and took out the unused pull-up and took the used one off. I dropped it out my windows and then went outside to put it in the outside trash. That is how I ended up getting rid of my trash diapers for a long time. I hid the clean pull-up in my room. The next day at the babysitter’s I grabbed another pull-up from the stack and put it on. I decided I would only take one more after that because the pile was starting to get smaller and I didn’t want anyone to wonder where they went. I wore the pull-up and was wetting it a little bit here and there throughout the day. I was really enjoying it.

Most days my babysitter’s granddaughter, who was almost 2, would be there. Her mom would bring a diaper bag everyday and set it on the floor in the dining room. The dining room was off the main room and the only time anyone went through it was as a shortcut to get to the hallway with a bathroom. I was heading to the bathroom to try and figure out what to do with the soaked pull-up I was wearing, and I saw diapers sticking out of the bag. I looked around and no one was looking so I took one and sprinted into the bathroom. That was my first introduction to tape-on style diapers.

I got the diaper to the bathroom and opened it up. It had Blues Clues on it and a number 4. I had no idea about diaper sizes at this point, but I later came to learn that it was a Luvs. This was before Luvs had the stretchy sides. I took the pull-up off and stashed it in the back of the cabinet. I figured I could put it back on before I left for the day to take it home and throw it away. Then I attempted to put on the Luvs. I laid down with my butt on the diaper and pulled it between my legs. There was JUST enough material for the tapes to land on the outer wing part of the diaper. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I was wearing a diaper.

The granddaughter’s diaper bag turned out to be a goldmine. I could sneak a diaper out of the diaper bag almost every time I walked by. I would take 2-3 every day and the next day the supply would always be replenished. I usually used 1-2 at the babysitter, and would stuff 1 or 2 down my pants to take home. With the Luvs I could dispose of them in the kitchen garbage at the babysitter’s and nobody would look twice because they would think they were the granddaughter’s. Over the rest of the summer I spent every day in a diaper, even though by the end of summer I was having a harder and harder time getting the tapes to fasten...I was growing. I had built up quite a nice stash at home by the time summer was over too.

That September on my first day of 6th grade, I started my first paper route. I was starting to make money. With a lot of new things going on, diapers moved to the back burner for a while. In October we had a school in-service day, and I went to the babysitter for the day with my sister. In the time since I had last been there she started watching a new little girl. The granddaughter wasn’t there that day, but I wondered if the new little girl wore diapers. Sure enough the babysitter went in the dining room to get a diaper out of her bag to change her. On my next trip through the dining room I snagged a diaper and shoved it down my pants. There wasn’t much time before my mom came, so I didn’t attempt to put it on while I was there.

Once I got home I took the diaper out and stashed it in my closet. A short while later my mom said she was going to the store and asked if I wanted to come with. I thought this would be a perfect time to try out the diaper I snagged. I declined the invitation and she left. I went into the bathroom and started looking at it. The sides were slightly stretchy, and it had a number 5 on it. I realized at that point that diapers must be sized by numbers because this 5 was bigger than the 4s I had been using all summer. I thought at the time that it was probably the biggest diaper size because the girl that was wearing it was probably 3 1/2.

I taped the diaper on, and the tapes actually stretched to the far edges of the landing strip!
I was so excited. This was the best fitting diaper I had tried yet. I had been holding my pee and I let it flow out. It was great. I wasn’t sure how long my mom was going to be gone, so I was about to take it off. Just then, I got the urge to poop. It had been since before I was potty trained that I pooped in a diaper so I hesitated for a minute, not sure what to expect. I figured I was home alone, I already had the diaper on, and I wanted to try it. So when the next urge came, I didn’t fight it. I pushed just a bit and within seconds there was a load in the back of the diaper.

That moment was quite possibly the best moment I’ve had as a DL. The front was still warm and the load in the back was warm and heavy. I sat on the toilet lid and it squished. After a few minutes I cleaned up and disposed of the diaper. I knew I wanted more of those size 5s, but didn’t really have access to a store alone. For the next few months I didn’t have much access to diapers, and occasionally used one of the 4s from my stash, but diaper wearing basically went on the back burner again.

In April of 2006, I went with my grandma on a trip to visit my cousin for his 2nd birthday. I was 12 and my diaper stash was almost completely empty. While we were there I wanted to check to see what diapers my little cousin had. I was hoping to find more 5s. I snuck off into his room and found a stack of diapers. I grabbed one off the top and started looking for a number. I was shocked to see a 6! I was so excited, after how much I enjoyed the 5, this had to be even better. I took it into the bathroom and put it on. The tapes stretched so far...I was able to put the tapes on the landing strip with ease. I pulled my pants up and walked out and was so excited it was like I was on a cloud. Before we left I grabbed 6 of them from the box and hid them in my grandma’s trunk. I enjoyed wearing these so much, I knew I had to buy my own.

I was still doing my paper route, so I had a pretty steady cash flow at the time, for a 12 year old. I decided I was going to ride my bike to the store and buy some of those size 6 diapers like I found at my cousin’s house. I got to the store and went down the diaper aisle. I had never realized how many different varieties and lines there were until that point. I found the purple packaging Cruisers like my cousin had and started looking for the size 6. Much to my surprise, right next to the size 6 was a SIZE 7!! I knew this was what I had to buy, and I fantasized all the way home about how well these even bigger diapers were going to fit me. I was right. It was at that point, I was hooked.

Ever since then I have bought myself diapers regularly. Toward the end of 2006 I got myself a prepaid debit card and ordered my first Goodnites from eBay. I had remembered seeing commercials for them and wanted to try them, but I was too scared a cashier at a store would think i was buying them for myself...so I bought them off of eBay instead. I remember getting them and putting one on for the first time and looking in the mirror. I thought to myself that this is the first time I was wearing a diaper that was actually meant for someone my age. It was great. From that point on, I saved one or two of every diaper style I ever bought, and I still have that collection today.

A few years later I discovered Internet forums and people encouraging me to try adult diapers. Unfortunately, I don’t have the same draw to them. I’ve never liked any of them, and I especially disliked the ones that were made specifically for the AB market. I would honestly not wear diapers at all than wear adult diapers. For about 5 months back in 2013 I diapered myself 24/7, but it got to be a bit too much, so I went back to wearing only a few times per week. Anyway, that’s my story about how I became a DL. If you made it this far, thanks for reading.

 

[BabyHailey1977]

My mom operated a daycare out of our house and I began feeling jealous of all the babies getting my mom’s attention. I started sneaking diapers at about 10 years old. It’s a long story, but spelled out in my intro.

 

[Bgscrn14]

I developed a pee fetish somewhere around age 9 or 10. I gave myself golden showers regularly. Fast forward to 2007 and age 62 when I had prostate cancer and elected to have surgery. For several months post surgery I had some slight incontinence as well as stress ic. I wore guards during that time. After 4 months or so I no longer had issues. One day I realized 2 + 2 always equals 4. Why had I not faked being ic after surgery as I realized wearing diapers would allow me to enjoy my pee daily and for longer periods of time. About 4 years ago I had a bed wetting experience on brand new bedding. Fortunately no damage to anything. I told my wife I would not sleep another night on the new bedding without being diapered. She agreed that would be a good move on my part. I started wearing at night but wanted to wear 24/7. About 2 weeks later I purposely peed in my pants a little bit and told her maybe I'm going to start with stress ic again and maybe I should wear all the time. No problem. She was fine with it. So, for almost 4 years I've been 24/7 in diapers (pull ups). However, last June I introduced myself to lace panties. Now, I'd guess I wear diapers about 65% of the time and lace panties 35% of the time. I wear panties to bed generally just 1 night a week and diapers the other 6 nights.

Very nice story . I love being diapered and in plastic panties. Feels so babyish and nice. Love pretty lacy or satin panties....mmmmmm

 

[Bgscrn14]

Very nice story . I love being diapered and in plastic panties. Feels so babyish and nice. Love pretty lacy or satin panties....mmmmmm

 

[Dandelion]

How deep down my rabbit hole do you want my answer to your question?
I started wearing them for the thrill when websites came along in early 2000 when I could order
Online anonymously .
The deeper explanation when the actual desire started was probably by me as an emotionally screwed up 6 year old because of being barely out of bedtime nappies from a few months before , receiving threats from my parents I would wear them to school still dribbling my pants from time to time to prove my parents correct and any day soon if I couldn’t stop the pee I would be sitting at my school desk with plastic pants wrapped around a white fluffy cotton nappy poking out below the legs of my school shorts for the other kids to tease me with and point while they giggle.
I read somewhere on some psychological website that certain experiences can cause part of our brain to say yes and no
at the same time. Or as I would observe my feelings by memory back then in the situation as a 5 year old during being dressed in a nappy every evening and having cold see through plastic pants slid up my legs and wrapped around my mid section like a baby and sealing around the cotton towel nappy , realising that my school mates had grown out of nappies years before me and my knowing full well that I am still a helpless bed wetter and walk about most of the day also with wet patches between my legs dribbling pee for all the other kids who were grown up leaving me behind and see that I should still be wearing nappies all the time while I sit alone in the corner of the playground , my legs still itchy and sore with nappy rash. I hated it with hot embarassment but slowly at the same time I was beginning to have a strange kind of like for that attention .Not the same like as for chocolate but something very subtle to describe and understand at 5 or 6 years old. Similar to being tickled . It drives you mad but you don’t want the person who is doing it to stop but yet you beg them to stop at the same time. After that , trigger after trigger compounds on the memory banks and fantasies build on top of the original memory of the actual experiences we all had. Those triggers for me could be seeing plastic pants hanging on a washing line years later for example. I’ll leave it there.

 

[Lori]

The fact I like nappies is hard to even give a starting date for me, because I've liked them about as long as I can remember! My memory is extremely vivid,I remember as far back as being 2, and since I was in nappies until I was about 2 years and 10 months old, I do have memories of actually wearing them for necessity ...

... I remember my mother applying a clean nappy to me when I was probably about 2 1/2, and although its a vague memory, I remember it feeling nice and like a sense of great relief .
I don't remember being toilet trained really, but I have some vague memories of being around 3 that involve nappies. I remember the routine of wearing a nappy to bed at night. I think I also can vaguely recall my dad taking me out on a drive somewhere and him laying me down and putting a nappy on me for the journey.

Whatever feeling nappies gave me when I was young, it obviously came back to me when I was 5 years old, so in about 2004. At that time I had a friend with a toddler brother, and I got admittedly quite envious that he got to wear nappies; they reminded me of my earliest experiences of extreme comfort. I stole one of his nappies (hard to say what brand it was, but I'd lean cloth-backed from memory, definitely with a purple design) while I was on a play-date at her house, and I managed to successfully tape it up under the pants I was wearing without anybody, so far as I know, noticing. The feeling of wearing the nappy felt amazing, it was like a part of my body that longed for a sense of sensory stimulation had been hugged. That is at least, until I arrived home at my house later that afternoon - my mother must have noticed me walking funny, or maybe the nappy poking out or something, because she stopped me, and pulled my pants down. When she saw the nappy, she gave a really weird look, before sharply telling me that I was no longer in the time of my life in which I need to wear nappies. After that she yanked the nappy off from the front, and I don't really recall events after that. Presumably, she let me off on telling my friend's parents because I have no recollection of ever being spoken to about it.

My little sister came into the world in 2006, when I was 7. Obviously with her then being a newborn, it just wasn't realistic that any of her nappies would fit me, not even close, but I don't think my then-7 year old brain really cared. My attempt to steal one of her nappies coincided with my dad coming into the room and noticing me fiddling with the nappies. He told me some barely coherent, rambling nonsense about my sister being a baby (duh), and her having needs that I shouldn't mess around with. After that whole affair, I didn't really have access to any of her nappies, because I'd messed around with them, they were generally kept out of reach.

By the time I was 9, going on 10, so I estimate about December 2008 or January 2009, I felt the urge to wear again ... if memory serves, my sister still wore nappies at night I think by this point, but I don't think I wanted to risk annoying my mother or father as had happened years prior by stealing one of her nappies ... so I took it upon myself to deliberately wet the bed, hoping that it would prompt them to purchase bedwetting nappies. I got what I wished for after a few attempts, and the Huggies DryNites felt good, but I gave up on doing this after a while because I felt selfish forcing my parents into buying products that I didn't really need.

I pretty much had no contact with any nappies again whatsoever until over 6 years down the road when I was 16, in 2015. The feeling had been a lingering presence for me, and in a very difficult position, I turned to a friend called Ellie, she was about 21 at this point, and someone who had mentored me when I started playing field hockey some years prior. I told her that I like wearing nappies, and as high-risk as this was, I think this was the best thing that I ever did. She not only applauded my honesty for being so open about something so sensitive, she agreed that, given what I was doing was of no harm to anybody else, she agreed when I requested to order adult nappies (out of my savings) to her address. One of the most amazing feelings ever for me was getting a ABU SDK on about a week later, nothing ever felt so sweet.

I'm now 23, I am a student and gym instructor, and am able to balance being a DL with my private life. I am really fortunate, I undertsand there are still so many youths out there going through similar struggles to what I did and I know it's a heartbreaker ... especially growing up in Wales where I did with a Norwegian family; nappies have way more of a stigma in Europe compared to USA/Canada...

~ Lori

 

[Woncrinklz]

Mine's a book. I just wish this question came many months back when I wanted to type my fingers off.
Reader's Digest version:
Snooped around the house for left-over rubber pants and diapers when around 5, cloth. Disposables were barely invented, didn't have the pleasure till way later. Found them rubber pants with the weird vent holes punched into the sides (stories w/them, too. Someday.)
I Hid in closets downstairs wearing them. Using them. Even went prancing around (Oh, God! How embarrassing!) in them when during family cocktail parties because the guests brought a toddler over and I was more than encouraged to regress. Horrid.
Then, as things began to be confiscated secretly by some strange phenomena, I resorted to making diapers out of towels at 6, 7, on up. Later sewing fabrics together with various stuffings and various unpleasant results. Paranoia and fear are always around the corner. But excitement. Perverse pleasures and heart-pounding anticipation almost made me dizzy! That is, too dizzy.

I'd page through magazines, and coupon booklets to LOOK at pictures of various diapers or watch commercials on TV. I recall in digital HD clarity all the old commercials with the blue fluid poured onto the diapers and the woman's motherly fingers gently wiping or blotting with a cloth to show how well those lousy old, but so fragrant Pampers diapers worked. "See? Barely any fluid compared to the other diapers! That was my "kiddie porn" HELL! NOT REAL, you know! Da! (All porno people involving kids should be lined-up and...!) I meant it as a play on words. Jeeze! Anyhow....

So, I longed for and wanted them for decades. When I finally got around10 0r 12, I rode with an empty backpack to a store with $8.00 and bought a pack of Huggies. The Purple ones. I was delirious at the check stand. I nervously said it was for my sister, who's (lies lies lies) babysitting. The checker said, "Aw! How nice!". I rode home like I was on crack! (No! I didn't nor do drugs...ug! Politics). I took them out, still dizzy with anticipation. Oh! So many memories, so little time. After I used some, hellaciously, my mother found them and they magically disappeared. BUSTED TO HELL.

I spent years pining for them looking around the house (like an animal that lost its young) for those diapers! Maybe in the basement? Maybe in HER ROOM? Maybe the tool shed? All during these "searches", fruitless searches; I was in that dizzy anticipation of mental arousal and curious hope. I'd spend hours looking and wearing them in my mind until I literally tired myself out!

Then the teens came, my evil reared itself's independence and I went forth and conquered. Carefully hiding and cutting up all evidence. I'm sure I was found out at times, though. I wasn't exactly a professional sneak till later.

 

[Tassiedevil]

My sister is 2 years or so younger than I and was a bed wetter. During this time, in the 1960s my parents dressed her in a nappy and plastic pants at night. I was a bit of a tease as a kid and regularly threatened to tell her friends her bed wetting status. Each night before my parents went to bed they would check her and if she were wet they would change her nappy. I was aware of what was going on and when she was about 5 our parents were entertaining friends and we were readied for bed and sent on our way at the normal time. I was curious what it would be like to wear a nappy and plastic pants so after a short while when I thought she would be asleep I snuck into my sister’s room and found a spare nappy and plastics pants on the dresser. I took them back to my room and put them on. After a short while I fell asleep. Unfortunately my sister wasn’t asleep and saw me take the nappy and pants and when my parents checked on her she told them what I had done. I was awakened by my parents who asked me if I knew anything about the missing nappy and pants. When I said I didn’t my father got angry and pulled back the sheets revealing all. He left my room without comment followed by my mother who told me they would be back. I could hear a muffled discussion from my parents room and shortly after they both came back to tell me that as it appeared I wanted to wear nappies and pants, they would make it so and that I would be dressed in a nappy and plastic pants each night until my sister was dry at night. In addition, they said they would put a plastic mattress protector on my bed and keep my nappies in my dresser drawer. I thought they were joking, they weren’t. I was not happy and expected it wouldn’t be long before my sister would be toilet trained at night. She finally stopped needing night nappies at the age of 11. To add to my pain as my sister got older she returned the compliment and would go very close to disclosing my situation to my friends. Many years later she told me that she deliberately wet her bed enough to make our parents think she hadn’t quite achieved a regular dry nights to keep my ‘punishment’ going. I was glad to be out of nappies but when I was 26 after my son was born I started to feel the desire to wear a nappy and plastic pants but this was not an option until my marriage broke up 25 years later. At that time I purchased items from Internet sites and wore them regularly but not for the wetting purpose. Roll on 10 years and prostate issues have left me with a weakened bladder sphincter and mild incontinence. I now wear and use nappies and plastic pants nightly. My life has gone full circle.

 

[Davvyboy]

I personally love reading true stories how people got into wearing nappies/diapers and everyone can share there experiences and memories on this topic......

thank you for your time in reading this and sharing your information if you contribute

I was cycling down a cobbled back alley in Lancashire 50 years ago with my mates. I spotted a pair of plastic pants that had maybe blown off a washing line and had clearly been run over by a vehicle. My heart was racing! The rest is history. Went back after school to get them but they’d gone !!

 

[FastBlackRX7]

I remember the first time/day I was put back in diapers like it was yesterday. It was 1991 and I was seven and wetting my bed every night for unknown reasons. One day my mom picked me up after school, and told me we were going to see a movie (Beauty and the Beast) and pizza. Then when we got home and while I was getting ready for bed, my mom called me into the master bedroom, and told me to only have on my T shirt which I thought was kind of weird, but honored her request. I came into her room all puzzled. She sat me down and gently explained that I will have to start wearing diapers when I go to sleep. She explained that it will help me have a good nights sleep, and I can also be able to drink fluids before bed. Anyways she pulled out this super thick diaper and placed it on the bed and told me to sit on it and lie down, she then powdered me and taped it up like I was a baby. Then when I got up off the bed, I was walking like a duck. lol. Super embarrassing but I quickly got use to it, and I kind of liked it. lol She did this pretty much every night until I was about 10, when I was able to do it myself.
Anyways that's how it began.

 

[nappylad25]

I have some memories.

1) I was at my babysitter (Mum's friend). I was playing with toys and needed a pee. "(name) I need the toilet" I shouted and went into the hallway. The Bathroom is upstairs and there was a gate at the bottom of the stairs. (Her daughter was 2 at the time) I kept shouting "I need a wee!".

Babysitter rushes down the stairs as I pee my pants. She stands in front of me "Take your jeans and pants off" she was slightly annoyed.
I do that while she goes in the living room and she goes through a cupboard above the counter (The kitchen is shared with the living room). I Stood while she puts a nappy under my crotch and fasten the tapes.

Not sure if this is a different day.
I was standing next to her Daughter and the Babysitter was sniffing our bums because I pooed in my nappy. "I haven't done a poo" I said and she pulled my back waistband. I then had my nappy changed.

2) My Mum and Dad were discussing about me wearing nappies to a gathering. I was given the choice and said "no". The car journey was Mum trying to basically force me to wear a nappy. At the gathering Mum and her friend were talking in the kitchen and I was in the hallway "Where's the toilet?" I ask.

"Further down there" The Woman tells me. But it was too late I peed my pants. My Mum knew I had done it and was quite furious and was overly apologising to the Woman. I lie down on the wooden flooring, Mum was cross. She took of my jeans and underpants and the wooden flooring was quite uncomfortable against my bum.

Mum held my ankles and wiped my bottom "Why you wiping my bum I haven't done a poo" I said. She then put a nappy under me and fastened the tapes.

These ones stand out to me the most.

 

[Str88jacketabdl]

I never wanted to leave diapers, vividly remember being 4 was winning the battle against potty training and would walk around the house in nothing but pampers.

 

[Chriller]

To be honest I think I have been into diapers as long as I can remember...

I was an occasional bedwetter until 10-11 years I think, with more rare accidents most of my teens. My parents didn't put me in diapers, neither was I sleeping with a wetting alarm.

I remember one morning, where I must have had a streak of accidents for a few days, my parents asked me "if it was time to get back in diapers at night". I think it was more out frustration than it was something they contemplated. I remember being embarrassed and refusing their offer, not daring to say accept the offer of being put in diapers again, despite that was how i really felt. I must have been around 7 years I think.

I also remember a few episodes in primary school where some of my classmates expressed interest in 'trying' diapers again, just to see how was like. As I remember it we where around 6-7 years. One - another boy - came to school one day and told he had tried making a diaper out of plastic shopping back, that he had cut into shape. Another of my (female) friends also talked about trying diapers a few times over the course of a few years. Back at that age it didn't seem so tabu - especially as we all said it was just to try it "one last time". I wonder if they grew out of the 'interest', or if the have become DL's as adults?

Last memory, was a doll I inherited from my mother. The doll was dressed with cotton diaper and rubber pants. I clearly remember the boner I got when I took the rubberpant on myself. Cannot have been that old, since I was able to get them on...

Anyways. A few memories - non of them I would say is the root-cause as far as I'm aware...