I wear diapers and plastic pants around my family and friends. I'm a DL and have been most of my life, at least since my mid teens. I was a bedwetter until nearly 18 and wore diapers and rubber pants at night and sometime during the day when we went away for a while like longer car trips, or to the movies, church, relatives and the like. My family knew of course so wearing diapers around them was normal, even my grandparents and cousins knew and had seen me wearing diapers many times. So in some sense, I was comfortable wearing diapers around others, even though I knew I was different from my friends because none of them had to wear diapers. But once my bedwetting stopped, andI didn't need to wear diapers any more, I realized I still wanted them, and ended up wearing diapers when I was home from college for the next few years until I finished my education and left home for good. My mother and sister all knew I was still wearing diapers, my mother was very understanding and supportive knowing how dependent I was emotionally on wearing diapers. All this to say I had worn diapers openly with my family most of my life although I clearly knew my desire for diapers was abnormal and not really acceptable to most folks. Once I left the safety and security of home and lived on my own, started my career, I wore diapers occasionally, usually weekends, sometime to bed, but always secretly. I did wear diapers around other people, including some who became friends, but none knew about the DL side of me. Over the years, I did tell a few women I dated that I enjoyed wearing diapers and liked diaper play, but these relationships never lasted. I was unable to meet a woman who was interested enough in me give me a chance, prove I wasn't a pervert or sicko or an immature and irresponsible child who couldn't put away childish things and be an adult(this is more or less a summation of what girls said to me after they learned I liked to wear diapers, liked to wet myself, like to have sexual experiences that involved diapers).
16 years ago I met my wife, eventually told her all about my life wearing diapers, she agreed to give me a chance and the rest is history. Much to my delight, she has been supportive, even enabling. I let her know from the beginning that I was tired of hiding my diaper wearing, tired of the old binge and purge behavior, and had been wearing diapers full time for a year or more before we first met. This is my wife's second marriage, she had a child from her first marriage. The two of them moved in with me roughly 12 years ago. I have worn diapers and rubber pants, the same cloth diapers I've been wearing for decades, full time around them. My wife and I sleep together, and she insists I'm diapered, pins them on herself. Our daughter who is now in college has seen me diapered many times. My mother in law knows and has even changed me a few times. And yes, we have a few friends who my wife has told that I wear diapers, not for medical reasons, but more for emotional comfort and security..
