I was late at being potty trained due to being neglected which resulted in me being taken into care, I was still in nappies at the age of 4 at least as I had to have "Special" nappies delivered from p&g.
I remember on a few occasions not long after I was toilet trained, when I would take one of the old vintage pampers, the ones that used to be blue for boys and pink for girls, as my parents were Foster workers there was always nappies in the house , I used to take them and wear them/use them and of course I eventually got caught, with that I was made to wear one night , the old act like a baby be treated like a baby was thrown around I wasn't allowed out of my room as punishment and had to wear the whole time, I was only allowed to come out for food.
Well unfortunately got sick that night and ended up pooping in my nappy in my sleep, I remember waking up feeling sick and felt a sticky sludge down stairs I was terrified so I kept quite as much as I could but as you may know it got to the stage where it was burning my bottom and leaking out the sides as I had to go again and again (apologies for being graphic) my parents came in later on in the night to check on me and was instantly hit with the smell
, initially my mam got very angry but when she realised I was sick and had no choice and couldn't stop it, she apologised for keeping me in my room ,got me cleaned up changed me, stripped my bed, told me if i had another accident in yet nappy not to worry about it, and then put me back to bed coming in every now and then to check and change me if i needed it. She did let me use the toilet again the next day once id stopped pooping myself as I literally couldn't stop it.
I then didn't wear until middle/high school where I have memories of going to the shop and buying size 6 nappies and then eventually dry nights, I didn't get caught those times but got quite close due to bad disposal techniques.
I then remembered walking through my town center and walking past a pharmacy and lone behold sitting in the window was a pack of tena slips i almost had a heart attack, I wanted to take a closer look but I was with my mum, so I went back on my own the next week to take a closer look, and eventually plucked up the courage a few weeks later and bought a pack, got them home, tried them on and was blown away.
This then lead me to the Internet in my mid teens as I searched "tena slip" and again was blown away, learnt about other adult nappies brands and was introduced to the ab/dl community as I thought at the time I was the only one, clearly I wasn't and websites like this helped me massively.id constantly stare at nappy adverts in papers on TV, wander down the baby isle in supermarkets ect.
Within this I met my first other wearer and ended up going to his house, it was a strange experience, especially when getting changed
, something I'd said i could do again, not at that age.
I continued to purchase from that pharmacy for a while and then decided to order online, I remembered my first orders were the old plastic style lilles and m4s which were fantastic, I also remember almost getting caught by my sister as she asked me what was in the box, I just said it was something for my pc.
Numerous close calls later, I eventually told my dad, he was very understanding and even helped me purchase things, including my first onesie, I never really got into the ab side much but it started there. Eventually my mam also found out as id left one of my wet ones in some clothes and she had come up to do some washing, my dad told her but told her it was for bed wetting as we had just been aĺl through a trauma experience, she was also at first very understanding and offered to help buy. As I actually wasn't a bedwetter she started to get suspicious and blamed it on me being lazy.
I then moved out and went to uni and got my own place and my DL experience blew up, it was so much better so much easier, I was only away for 2 years and had to move back into my parents when I came back, but only stayed for about 6 months before moving back out to my own place in my own local area.
Again as I was on my own and was able to purchase and wear again, which was a blessing and I was really able to purge into my ab/dl side, my parents never really mentioned nappies to me again until when I was in my twentys I fell in love with a girl and as I was telling my mum she turned around and said, well you will have to stop wearing nappies then as you will have to change not just yourself but a baby, i asked her what do you mean by that ?
And she said..........i have seen and changed 1000s of nappies, I can tell and also smell them when they have been used, your quite wet now aren't you ? Please don't poop in here, your far to old for me to change you , wait till you go outside, if you need a poop, like you did last week when you went home, I smelt that you had pooed in the garden, when I came out when you were finishing your ciggy,I almost curled up into a ball and died I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as I thought id been discrete when wearing around them, yes I weed in them when I was around them, but i never pooped around them due to the smell and the inconvenience it caused , I only ever pooped if I was in the garden having a cigarette and was about to go home, when they weren't in the garden either, which was risky as sometimes she would come out and join me, and that was the time she had come out but she never ever said anything, I live very close , so the walk home was never too far, if I did end up pooping , and if I did I made sure not to go back to my parents house. There was also the time where id taken laxatives as I was backed up, stupidly I went out and ended up in a very bad situation and had to walk home very soiled, and bumped into my parents as I entered the estate, I hastily said hi and said I need to run as was desperate for the loo, she must have know there too.
Anyways I then pretty much blurted out that I enjoyed wearing them/using and I couldn't stop and I tried to several times to stop as I was embarrassed, her response was, your a bit old to be still pooping and weeing in nappies aren't you ? I said probably am but I can't stop, which she then said again please don't poop whilst your here use the toilet like a normal person or go home to do it, and also don't leak when you wee don't ruin my sofas, know your limits bring a change if need be, especially if we are out in town or something and she had to slide the poop thing in again by saying definitely do not poop whilst were out either, must have really hated the poop experience from when i was younger
, but I fully understood that as I never realised that I could be so easily caught, plus its disgusting for others to have to smell and not wanting to force my kink on others , she also said if I can smell wee, other people can smell wee too, so go change, probably why I'm so self conscious whilst I'm out wearing these days, always have a change always know my limits and never ever poop if I'm outside, unless I'm literally around the corner from home.
That was the last time I spoke to them about it, i continued to wear around them but rarley peed in them, did change a few times whilst I was in there house but she never really said much other than, all changed? Unfortunately due to bad events I don't see my parents anymore or even speak to them anymore , I've never told anyone else, not even the girl apart from a few online as I have met them.
And that brings me up to now, happily sitting in a very sqishy m4 ,still living in my own place, on my own, minus the cats
, able to wear whenever and however I want with no consequences and its great.
I do believe that my upbringing had something to do with why I wear, but I can't be sure all my memorys relate back to it so I can only assume.but yeah thats what got me into wearing.
. So I sat in the Corvette and waited...and waited...and waited... 
and I couldn't just get out of the car. I sat there, calling out for Dad that I had to go potty as it got worse and worse because toddlers/tots have small bladders. Suddenly, it just came out, soaked my pants & the seat I was in and I started crying 
...not just because I wet my pants but because this was my dad's Corvette and I knew I was gonna get spanked. 
, so I told him I peed my pants and I was afraid he was gonna spank me because the seat was wet. He looked me over and saw I did indeed wet myself...and to my surprise, he wasn't mad! 
I didn't get spanked at all but he found a towel, put it on the seat, put me on it and off we went to home. I was sniffling the whole time and uncomfortably soaked as my pants got colder and colder 
. So we got home, I got carried in the house and handed off to Mom, who cleaned me up and got me in dry pants. But no diaper. Nothing was said about any of it. I got off, luckily. 
, bottles 
, binkies, clothing & other accessories. This is where I belong forevermore...happily. As "a sweet little forever toddler AB girl in Pampers". It's home. 
