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So this is my first thread I'm hope to hear back from some of you ... I love Stories lol :smile1: but here's mine ...

So as long as I can remember I've been out of diapers, but I've always had an interest in them ... I think I was out of them before 2, my parents did a good job but I had some medical issues that put me in the hospital for a couple months. They put diapers back on me right after my parents got me out of them, and when I got out my parents got me back on track using the potty, then I had a whole bunch of tests and therapy, and every time I went they would wreck all of what my parents had been teaching me ... But what got me back in to them was like over 3 years ago now when my ex left a bit of diapers at my house and I got interested. I thought about it for days and the more I thought about it the more it bugged me ... Finally I broke drown, and wrapped my self up, and got in the most comfy state I've been since I ways young. I enjoyed so much I started to buy them and stash them around the house lucky I haven't had anyone find anything :sweatdrop:



Da Rabbit :laugh:
 

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I didn't get the chance to really wear properly until I was in my 20s, despite being curious (or obsessed, depending on which way the wind was blowing) from age 3-4. As a kid, I stole diapers sometimes from time to time when they were available via friends and family. They didn't fit without modification but they were still appealing. I bought plastic pants before I got my first diapers (starting about age 11) and that was awkward enough to hold me for a while.

I didn't really hit my stride with them until puberty and I figured out what they were for, at least for me. It was a long time before I realized that adult-sized diapers were available, so I really thought I had nothing to look forward to. All I had seen in stores were pads with belts and those had no appeal whatsoever. Depends were the first I came across and while I was blown away by their existence, the mint green color was a huge turn-off and I continued to think I'd never have any satisfaction in this. Finding Attends changed everything and once I could wear on my own, I was a happy camper.
 

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I'll help out here. I've always wanted to be back in diapers, ever since the age of four. At age 12, my parents went bankrupt and we had to move. I had to leave my best friend and as a result, I had a psychotic break. A week later I recovered. That summer my mom got me a pool membership while she and my dad worked during the day. It occurred to me when I got home from the pool with a wet swimsuit, that I could "make it wet" again and then wash it out in the shower. That started it all. From there I went to underwear wetting, and makeshift diapers. It continued until I got caught by my mom during my senior year in college.

After I moved from home and had my first job and apartment, I started buying diapers and the rest became a nonstop history. My wife knows and accepts so life is good.
 

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I had fairly traumatic and late training when I was 5 years old. It's weird I know, but I was out of diapers during the day but totally incontinent and in diapers (#1 and #2) at night. I don't even know how that's possible but I remember it fairly clearly.

I had one really traumatic incident before getting out of night time diapers which I won't go into here, there's no way I can cover it without going off topic. Maybe some other time in a different post.

Well, soon after I dried up completely and was out of diapers for good before I turned 6. I never had the slightest problem controlling my bladder or bowels again, day or night.

But it seems like during my childhood, teenage years and early adulthood I went over my most traumatic toilet training memory at least once every day. I was obsessed with it, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It never failed to make me feel depressed and angry. I don't obsess over it anymore and it doesn't bother me that much now. I guess a kind of emotional scab formed despite my constant picking.

But I had my first fantasies about being forced back into diapers at a really young age. I was keenly interested in diapers, tv ads for diapers, pictures of diapers, the smell in the supermarket with all the diapers, etc. I knew this was really weird and didn't tell anyone or show interest in a way I thought would be too obvious. I didn't think I'd ever get diapers again because my parents would never go for it and I was simply too big for them. I was really depressed and angry and had serious behavior issues between the ages of 6-14 and I think it may be due to my traumatic memory and all the problems with wanting something I was ashamed of, could never have, and couldn't talk to anyone about.

Eventually I became a teenager. Apparently one day I just stopped having severe behavior issues all on my own. The sex ed videos told me I was supposed to be getting funny feelings for girls, but to this day I've never been sexually interested in anyone. My decade long interest in diapers became strong enough to act on though. I could only really get baby diapers that didn't really fit me, and only rarely because I didn't have enough money or privacy.

Things got even better 4 years later when, I discovered DPF and all that internet stuff, which made me feel way better about this whole thing and clued me into the existence of decent adult diapers. The best thing about turning 18 was getting my own checking account with a debit card in order to buy diapers on the internet. That's when I REALLY "got the chance to start wearing again".
The diapers were so good, even though I lived with my parents I didn't hesitate to have huge cardboard cases of adult diapers delivered. They respected my privacy and didn't pry into what I was getting. They probably thought it was computer stuff.

I was pretty much hooked and kept buying diapers since. Only occasional money problems and binge/purge guilt trips interrupted me. Eventually I got over the binge/purge, had a stable money situation, and my own apartment. Those were the best two years of my life yet. Maybe I'll have better years again, someday.
 

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I wore diapers to bed every night until I was 9 because of bedwetting. I started to get the urge to wear them around the time I was 11 or 12. I think it's because I hit puberty early and wearing diapers while all those hormones are flooding caused me to get pleasure from them. I'm 20, and I bought my first pack a couple weeks ago. I've been trying to work up the courage to buy them since I was 13,and I finally did. They are the shitty depends underwear though. Still, its a huge relief to have them.
 

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I didn't get the chance to really wear properly until I was in my 20s, despite being curious (or obsessed, depending on which way the wind was blowing) from age 3-4. As a kid, I stole diapers sometimes from time to time when they were available via friends and family. They didn't fit without modification but they were still appealing. I bought plastic pants before I got my first diapers (starting about age 11) and that was awkward enough to hold me for a while.

I didn't really hit my stride with them until puberty and I figured out what they were for, at least for me. It was a long time before I realized that adult-sized diapers were available, so I really thought I had nothing to look forward to. All I had seen in stores were pads with belts and those had no appeal whatsoever. Depends were the first I came across and while I was blown away by their existence, the mint green color was a huge turn-off and I continued to think I'd never have any satisfaction in this. Finding Attends changed everything and once I could wear on my own, I was a happy camper.


Same here I didn't get to enjoy the hole thing till I was 19-20 I wore them when I was 7-8 just the ones I could get my hand on it was for fun but I enjoyed it but I didn't enjoy going home and the parents say why are pants and underwear so funny did you pull them down outside lol ... I'm glad now that I don't really have to anymore and I appreciate my fiancé that supports me as of for who I am

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I'll help out here. I've always wanted to be back in diapers, ever since the age of four. At age 12, my parents went bankrupt and we had to move. I had to leave my best friend and as a result, I had a psychotic break. A week later I recovered. That summer my mom got me a pool membership while she and my dad worked during the day. It occurred to me when I got home from the pool with a wet swimsuit, that I could "make it wet" again and then wash it out in the shower. That started it all. From there I went to underwear wetting, and makeshift diapers. It continued until I got caught by my mom during my senior year in college.

After I moved from home and had my first job and apartment, I started buying diapers and the rest became a nonstop history. My wife knows and accepts so life is good.

Im lucky to have the same.. I have a fiancé that understands me for who I am and don't judge me and participates with me ... it really makes me comfortable know that I don't have to hide it ... and thanks to everyone for giving this thread a chance I appreciate the replies hope to see more

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I had fairly traumatic and late training when I was 5 years old. It's weird I know, but I was out of diapers during the day but totally incontinent and in diapers (#1 and #2) at night. I don't even know how that's possible but I remember it fairly clearly.

I had one really traumatic incident before getting out of night time diapers which I won't go into here, there's no way I can cover it without going off topic. Maybe some other time in a different post.

Well, soon after I dried up completely and was out of diapers for good before I turned 6. I never had the slightest problem controlling my bladder or bowels again, day or night.

But it seems like during my childhood, teenage years and early adulthood I went over my most traumatic toilet training memory at least once every day. I was obsessed with it, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It never failed to make me feel depressed and angry. I don't obsess over it anymore and it doesn't bother me that much now. I guess a kind of emotional scab formed despite my constant picking.

But I had my first fantasies about being forced back into diapers at a really young age. I was keenly interested in diapers, tv ads for diapers, pictures of diapers, the smell in the supermarket with all the diapers, etc. I knew this was really weird and didn't tell anyone or show interest in a way I thought would be too obvious. I didn't think I'd ever get diapers again because my parents would never go for it and I was simply too big for them. I was really depressed and angry and had serious behavior issues between the ages of 6-14 and I think it may be due to my traumatic memory and all the problems with wanting something I was ashamed of, could never have, and couldn't talk to anyone about.

Eventually I became a teenager. Apparently one day I just stopped having severe behavior issues all on my own. The sex ed videos told me I was supposed to be getting funny feelings for girls, but to this day I've never been sexually interested in anyone. My decade long interest in diapers became strong enough to act on though. I could only really get baby diapers that didn't really fit me, and only rarely because I didn't have enough money or privacy.

Things got even better 4 years later when, I discovered DPF and all that internet stuff, which made me feel way better about this whole thing and clued me into the existence of decent adult diapers. The best thing about turning 18 was getting my own checking account with a debit card in order to buy diapers on the internet. That's when I REALLY "got the chance to start wearing again".
The diapers were so good, even though I lived with my parents I didn't hesitate to have huge cardboard cases of adult diapers delivered. They respected my privacy and didn't pry into what I was getting. They probably thought it was computer stuff.

I was pretty much hooked and kept buying diapers since. Only occasional money problems and binge/purge guilt trips interrupted me. Eventually I got over the binge/purge, had a stable money situation, and my own apartment. Those were the best two years of my life yet. Maybe I'll have better years again, someday.

I like your post and how you explain it well.. Well done I've really enjoyed my time here so far its always nice to have people share the same interests as me thanks for the post hope to read some more :)
 

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I wore longer than most people here I did stop wearing eventually but still had frequent accidents. I started wearing again around 12 because of a friend of mine who was ic. He and his mom basically almost had to force me the first few times. I was reluctant to do so on my own. His parents were concerned for me and my "issues" but were also getting upset about damage I was causing their furniture.

They were great people. I don't want it to seem like they were being jerks, I was basically there all day everyday. I spent more nights there than at home. I can understand the furniture thing, they had the kind of stuff that you see at the store and the price makes you whistle.

They also started buying me goodnites for home and school use shortly after that.
 

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Let's keep this thread going, it's pretty interesting thus far.
I honestly don't remember what being in diapers was like the first time around, I was trained at 2 and a half and didn't get to wear them except on the days I had an accident. I remember being in the second grade or so and having a couple accidents, which my mom claimed was 'acting out' about my parent's divorce and I 'needed the attention.' While true, it was stress, she made an idle remark about putting me back in diapers which got me thinking about it.
So, at about 15, I discovered some of my grandmother's incontinence pads in a drawer and some store brand diapers under them. Curious about it, I thought about how it would be like to be babied again, and most importantly, diapered. So, that night, I wore them, and discovered that I loved them.
But it was until recently (as in little over a month ago) that I was able to actually wear diapers that fit again.
And this is the part where I insert a generic ending line.
 

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One of my first ever memories is me asking my mother why she was packing away the nappies and plastic pants into a case for the loft. She replied that my brother, who's a year younger than me, was 'clean' and he did nt need them anymore and how it's much easier to use the toilet than a nappy. I remember arguing back and saying that it was much easier to use a nappy as you could just get on with other things and not have to remove any clothing. I finished the conversation with "I'd rather wear nappies than use the toilet" (I was 3)

Five years later, the first 'sex' interest I showed in girls was plastic pants related, a friend at school told me to look under the table as you could see up a girl on the opposite side of the table's skirt. When I looked, she had a terry nappy on covered with shiny pink plastic pants.

In my early teens I experimented with towels and carrier bags (with leg holes cut out) even going as far as to wear my sisters frilly knickers over the top. At the same time all my day dreams included me wearing nappies and plastic pants (either going into space wetting and wearing or just being forced into them by a local pretty girl) I recall sometimes being brave enough to wear them in bed at night (I shared a room with my brother) and almost got caught once when my Mum insisted I change my pjs

As I got a little older, whilst I still thought about nappies and plastic pants, it was less of an obsession, I had found sex and self pleasure so it maybe took the edge off of the want. I eventually married and had children and the only time my old nappy urge would surface was when I found the occasional letter in a girly magazine. The strange thing was was that those stories about blokes being made to wear and wet always gave me a different orgasm to the other 'normal' sexy stories.
Then back in 2006, (I had nt worn or used a makeshift nappy for around 30 years) I found an ebay item of “Noisy adult plastic pants”, it had nt even occurred to me that they made plastic pants or even nappies in adult size. Intrigued, I made a bid and won the pants. A few days later I did an ebay search for adult nappies and was amazed that they were not only available but there were many different choices. I chose to buy a trial pack of three disposables and waited excitedly for both ebay items to arrive.
A few days later I had wet my first nappy in years, although I was worried that the garment would nt hold a large amount of urine I still managed to struggle out some wee and it felt absolutely fantastic.

Over the next few years I bought a number of disposables and plastic pants, finding forums like this and Daily Diapers along with specialist AB/DL shops.
All my wearing was done in secret, I was still married and had three very curious kids. I slept on the couch a lot, using the excuse that I had to get up for work early the next day and did nt want to disturb anyone.

In 2010, I was toying with the idea of telling my wife, the relationship was going stale (both our faults) and I wondered whether something like this could bring us closer together, but despite hinting that I had a dark secret that I wanted to share, I don’t think I would ever have got the nerve up to tell her…………until she found two used disposables in the footwell of my car (I was going to put them in a rubbish bin away from the house like I had on numerous other occasions) She knew straight away what they were as she had worked for a while in an old peoples home.
She did nt react very well initially, calling me all sorts of names and running out the house. She eventually calmed down and I took her for lunch in the local pub and quietly told her about my history and my urges. I told her all about how it was nt as unusual as most people think and when went home showed a few of the many AB/DL sites including my posts saying how much I wanted to share this ‘thing’ with her.
She took a few days to consider what she had found out about me and then said it’s okay, and that I could continue to wear and wet on my own and that she’d have nothing to do with it. After a few months she approached me and said that if I wanted her to ‘take part’ in my nappy interest, that she would try. She said that she was initially hurt that I had nt shared this long standing secret with her but could tell online strangers and also added that she loved me enough to try and accept this new side of me. Her putting me in disposables and plastic pants became a regular weekly event, she even went as far to buy me my first cloth nappies as a surprise and encourage me to wear and wet outside of the house.
I enjoyed this period but soon the previous rot set into our marriage, I found myself wearing more and sleeping downstairs as the intimacy went out of our 28 year relationship.

It was then I met the love of my life, someone who I knew was my soul mate and who I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I eventually left the family home to be with my new love, and with my wife threatening to ruin my new relationship with tales of pissing in nappies, I came clean straight away. Again I was very lucky, my g/f insisted that she loved me enough to understand that I liked wearing and wetting and that she did nt have a problem with it as it was nt hurting anyone. She was happy to put me in a nappy and sometimes change me, and one Christmas even bought me some AB presents.
The love I have for my partner eventually bought out an AB side I did nt know was there, the closeness I feel being cuddled took me to a different place. I still had the strong sexual connection to nappies and enjoyed using them for number 3s but this was something very different. So now, as well as a good selection of nappies and plastic pants, I have various other things like a bottle, sippy cup, colouring pencils/books, a onesie and even a Nuk5 dummy.
The one thing I did ask my was that my partner be in charge of my wearing, that she put me in nappies when she wanted, that it was her decision when and where I wore. It has always been a major thing for me that I be ‘made’ to wear rather than it be my choice. The AB/DL items were stored in a case under our bed with a lock fitted to keep prying hands/eyes out off and only opened up when ‘Mummy’ decided.

Up until recently it had been working well, but after my latest package (baby print cudlz nappies and frilly plastic pants) something has changed. It also co-incided with the love of my life finding some text messages on my phone from a woman who had contacted me (Via an AB/DL forum) offering to put me in nappies . Over the last two months I have been put in a nappy twice and even then it’s for bed at which point my G/F just rolls over and falls asleep, and there has been no ‘Mummy and baby time’ after the initial try.

Now I understand this thing that we have is something that many partners struggle with and I appreciate that I’m one of the luckier ones to have had the chance to experience the joy of having a loved one join in with me but that sometimes makes it harder when it’s not there anymore.

Currently I have moved the AB/DL suit case from under our bed and into the spare room, I realise now that any urges I have will have to be acted on by myself, and that my life in nappies with a partner has come full circle……………and where it goes next, who knows. (But my partner comes first, nappies second)

Sorry for the rather long reply, I hope everyone who started to read this ‘tale’ has managed to get to the end lol
 

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I was potty trained around 4 years old, but my family and I were out camping when I was 5 back around 1996. For some reason, I ended up peeing myself while playing, and there was no spare pair of underwear around for me to wear. We just happened to be camping with a friend of the family, who had a daughter still in diapers. So, my parents diapered me in a pair of barbie princess disposables, in full view of other people, and I didn't really think twice of it. I went on playing as usual, although I was now aware of the bulge I had between my legs as I was going down the playground slide. I believe this incident may have been solely responsible for my AB/DL interests that I have today, mainly because it is the first one I think about while I'm getting padded.

On and off throughout the years, I had other minor incidents. I stole a pair of my cousin's pull ups and wore them around for a day or so. I was fascinated with stories of people who were diapered against their will, and this fueled a large part of my desire to wear again. So I got the chance last year. I was a lurker here on ADISC for the longest time, and I finally decided I was going to go for it. I took some money before I started my shift at work, and I ran over to Giant to buy a pack of Goodnites. It was like satisfying a 16 year old itch that you couldn't stop scratching. These days, I wear real diapers instead of Goodnites, (mainly bambino classicos) but it is a memory that I will probably always look back fondly on.
 

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To make a long story short, I had the fetish for years, but aside from occasionally doing stuff like wetting sanitary napkins, never really thought about wearing until around early last year. Made a makeshift or two until last September when I got into Walmart by myself to shop for my mom's birthday and picked up a very small pack of Assurance adult pull-ons.
 

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I've always wanted to wear diapers again since potty training at five. I finally got my first diapers in February last year from the encouragement of a friend who is another ADISC member.
 
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I potty trained early, right around age 2. For some reason though I kept an attachment to diapers almost right away. I'd imagine being put back into diapers when I went to bed at night and that thought would be how I fell asleep.

Even at an early age though, I had some sense that wanting diapers was wrong. So, I never told my parents, and never had any accidents. I was way too well-behaved when I was little to want to experiment with that.

As I got older, the interest stuck around and having thought about diapers almost nightly all my life, it probably wasn't surprising that my first sexual experiences also came from thinking about diapers.

I also experimented a little bit with wetting. I'd wet a pair of underwear, then wash them out in the shower and hide them in a spot under my closet floorboards until they dried, then sneak them into the laundry. I tried intentionally wetting the bed a couple times as well, which I mostly got away with, but stopped after doing too much one time and freaking out myself and my parents.

It pretty much stayed as pure fantasy at that point for several years. I didn't do anything during college or grad school, as I always lived with roommates.

Last year I started living alone for the first time, and after fighting with myself for a while, I decided to try and live out my fantasy and order some diapers.

The first time I wore...actually sucked. I couldn't pee in any position and had to kind of force it before just taking the diaper off and relieving myself in the toilet. My second diaper I also forced and it leaked onto my chair :(.

But, for some reason, I liked it anyway, and I decided to order more. It got better. A lot better. And I absolutely live the warm feeling of a thick wet diaper between my legs.
 

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I thought I was lucky when I was still wearing for night accidents at 15 then at age 17 i was fallen on by a fully assembled and ready to go ford 390 engine which in its way to the ground found my bladder and lower back so it sucked at the time but I always did enjoy wearing diapers to bed as a kid so I was ok with it and now its just part of my life!
 

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Been interested in them my whole life I think. Managed to procure a pull-up from a cousin once and that basically sealed the deal. For some reason I prefer the look and feel of goodnites so after I left home and was in school I would buy them, sneak them into my dorm in my back pack and hide them in my closet. My room mate left almost every weekend so that was when I wore, then I would put them in their own trashbag in another bag full of random garbage to get them out. Now out of school I have my own personal room. We do get cleanliness inspections but they stay out of our closet so I just keep them in a suitcase in there when I have them.
 

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Well for me I remember vaguely sneaking a pull up out of my own dresser and going out and watching Batman. I was probably 2 or 3 but that memory has always stuck around for me. Later, when I was probably 5, I decided to try on my younger brother's diapers and I did that on occasion but it was fairly rare.

The next time I was really in a diaper I was in junior high or high school and I played hooky and was almost sick to my stomach for real because of all the butterflies in my stomach. When my parents left for work I waited until the local pharmacy opened and I called in and asked about adult incontinence products. I then asked if they could deliver them and they said yes. I gave them my name and address and taped a $10 bill to the door. When they came, they grabbed the money, dropped off the Depends and left. I remember running to the door, opening it up and seeing my first diapers. The feel of the package, the smell of them when I opened it, everything. I remember even reading the whole package before tearing it open. After about 3:00 I decided to hurry up and clean up and I hauled about 3 used diapers and a basically full package out to the dumpster so there was "no evidence." My mom got home soon and she had stopped by the same pharmacy on her way home (small town) and the pharmacist told her he was sorry to hear I was sick. My mom then asked how he heard and soon found out my secret(about those diapers, not my diaper fetish). I got in big trouble and was grounded but that was it. I tried that same scheme again about 3 more times throughout high school but never got caught again. I was super close though once. I called in, had the diapers "ordered" and then my mom showed back up. She decided to come home and spend the day with me. For some reason, before she got home, I had decided to strip down to my birthday suit in anticipation of getting my diapers so when I saw her pull up I ran very quickly to my room butt naked and threw on clothes. I then had to beg her to let me use the phone real quick to "call my boss and let him know I wouldn't be in after school," and I got the phone, went to my room and called the pharmacist and cancelled my order and then called my boss so I wouldn't get caught that way either. It was super nerve wracking. Later, I graduated, moved to an apartment with my uncle (who was gone every weekend) for college and soon had a large stash in my room I would enjoy every weekend. Soon I had my own place and wore whenever I wanted. Now I am married, wear on a rare occasion because my wife knows about it but she doesn't want to "know, hear, or see them" when I wear and to me that almost wrecks the mood of wearing them because I feel super guilty. I only wear when she isn't home or I'm on the road now but lately, I have quit. Partially because, I would rather put her in them and that won't happen, and also, because I am starting to experience some symptoms of incontinence and I don't want to become incontinent and I feel like wearing a diaper is promoting it instead of helping. Its backwards, I know, finally have a reason to wear and I'm avoiding it. Maybe its guilt, maybe its because I know how my wife feels about diapers, or maybe its because I don't want to give in, I'm not sure but that's how I am.
 

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I was fully potty-trained by age three, and I've been wearing diapers recreationally since age six -- nonstop, as far as I can remember, except for a several-month hiatus when I started college (my brain was simply too busy with other things).

I was fortunate in my youth to have easy access to diapers. It began when, at age six, I finally yielded to the urges, and started borrowing and using my younger sister's cloth diapers (previously mine). They still fit me well, and I'd drop them in her diaper pail when I was done with them. Convenient! I was caught once, but not punished. I have some vague memories of poking myself with pins, though. Ouch! But the reward always outweighed the risks.

After sis was done with diapers, they were mostly packed away, though some were used as cleaning rags. It didn't take long for me to find all of them, as well as quite a few diaper pins. Unfortunately, the plastic pants were either well-hidden or thrown away. I never found them. That was ok, though, as I mostly just enjoyed sleeping in diapers during those early years. I didn't actually use them except on rare occasions. Because the diapers were also used as cleaning rags, they were commonly found in the laundry, so throwing the diapers I had worn into the laundry never caused any suspicion -- that I was aware of.

By age ten or so, I had far outgrown the old cloth diapers, but the stash was large and still in fine shape, so I continued to wear them. I just had to pin a couple of them together to make a larger diaper. It was around age 11 or 12 that the sexual aspect of diaper-wearing came about. Shortly after that, my interest in disposables -- Pampers, Huggies, etc. -- boiled over and I started buying them with my allowance. I got over the fear of buying at a pretty young age!

My parents are hippies and were pretty hands-off unless health or grades were at stake, so I've since concluded that they were aware of my diaper habit and just chose to ignore it. My hiding places were never anything amazing, and I almost always had diapers in my bedroom. They surely stumbled upon them. But I ain't askin'! :)

Well, that's most of it.
 
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I wore diapers to bed every night until I was 9 because of bedwetting. I started to get the urge to wear them around the time I was 11 or 12. I think it's because I hit puberty early and wearing diapers while all those hormones are flooding caused me to get pleasure from them. I'm 20, and I bought my first pack a couple weeks ago. I've been trying to work up the courage to buy them since I was 13,and I finally did. They are the shitty depends underwear though. Still, its a huge relief to have them.

Peace to you! And, try real diapers when you can. They rock!
 

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When I was 13 I was traumatized by an event which later I was diagnosis as PTSD. The PTSD was causing me to wet my bed at night after the first couple of times I asked my mom if I could start wearing diapers. My mom agreed with me and bought me some depends which I wore, after a year I stop wetting my bed but I was still wearing the diapers. I would purposefully wet the diapers and tell my mom so I could have diapers in supply but after that the diapers started to fade away in my life. But now I just finished college and I buy my own diapers I wear and wet more often.
 
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