gobphus
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- Diaper Lover
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Although I was a very late bedwetter, I didn’t wear diapers past infancy but really did met my actual bed. In fact, when Mom put my younger brothers, also bedwetters, into cloth diapers I was afraid she would force me to wear them too, but she didn’t. One effect of being a bedwetter was that I became fascinated by wetters and wetting, especially bedwetting and bedwetters. I had nighttime accidents less and less frequently as I grew older, finally stopping altogether shortly before turning 24. For 42 years I never thought about diapers at all, although I continued a lifelong practice of wetting wads of toilet paper that held over my junk.
Everything changed when I read on WetSet about adults who wore diapers for fun. It was like a switch had flipped in my brain that allowed me to see diapers in a whole new way: not as a shameful sign of my immaturity or weakness but as a way to enjoy something that had been a pleasant if forbidden experience earlier in my life. I couldn’t get the idea of wearing diapers out of my head, although I was afraid of actually going into a store and buying some to try out. Eventually I worked up the courage to enter a pharmacy and pick out a pack of pull-ups. Over the past 15 years, wearing and wetting diapers has been my way of proving to my inner child that he was okay as he was, a kid who was aware of the pleasures of wetting his bed while still half asleep.
I would enjoy reading other people’s stories of suddenly realizing that they too were diaper lovers after initially viewing diapers as a humiliating necessity inflicted on a helpless bedwetter.
Everything changed when I read on WetSet about adults who wore diapers for fun. It was like a switch had flipped in my brain that allowed me to see diapers in a whole new way: not as a shameful sign of my immaturity or weakness but as a way to enjoy something that had been a pleasant if forbidden experience earlier in my life. I couldn’t get the idea of wearing diapers out of my head, although I was afraid of actually going into a store and buying some to try out. Eventually I worked up the courage to enter a pharmacy and pick out a pack of pull-ups. Over the past 15 years, wearing and wetting diapers has been my way of proving to my inner child that he was okay as he was, a kid who was aware of the pleasures of wetting his bed while still half asleep.
I would enjoy reading other people’s stories of suddenly realizing that they too were diaper lovers after initially viewing diapers as a humiliating necessity inflicted on a helpless bedwetter.
