About two decades ago I was flying home by myself from Japan and decided that I was going to wear on the trip but the only diapers I could find on the way to the airport were some pull ups. I knew that they weren't a great option but I wasn't going to let that stop me so I bought the trail package with three pull ups in it and a package of large trash bags.
After I cleared security, I went to restroom and put my makeshift diaper. I applied all three pull ups and then cut holes in the bottom corner of a trash bag and pulled it up as a makeshift plastic pant. I probably finished off the deal with some tape to keep it tight. I was wearing long, fairly baggy shorts so the bulge was not obvious. The plastic rustled with every step but the airport was so full of noise that I could tried to convince myself that it everything was going to be okay. Everything was until I got to my seat.
I don't remember if I arrived first or if I had to slide past the person in the aisle but about the point that both of us were seated he asked in a loud voice, "How long have you had your problem?" I was strictly a DL and this might have been my first time wearing in public. The anonymity of being so far away from anyone I knew had given me confidence but now it was completely shattered. I responded with something like, "I don't have a problem. I don't know what you are talking about." He then proceeded to tell me that he was a urologist and that we had plenty of time to discuss my incontinence issues to try to see if something could be done to improve my symptoms. I wanted off that plane so badly but I we hadn't even finished boarding everyone yet. I don't know how long this one-sided conversation went but that felt like the longest Trans-Pacific flight that I have ever taken.
-Ieyasu