ClEd
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I know this might be a recurrent topic here but I haven't found the proper one soooo
Yeah. Share your story here! I'll obviously go first.
Sorry in advance for some grammar mistakes but English is obviously not my first language š
I remember being a bedwetter until I was 6 or 7 years old and since I'm really short and skinny Goodnights weren't actually that great on me (my mum's told me numerous time I got a rash from them) so I was put back in Huggies (also Pampers gave me a rash smh) for the time being. After being able to control my bladder during the night I remember being so jealous of my sister, which is 4 years younger than me, being able to stay in diapers for as long as she wanted, she literally got potty trained during the day when she was 3 and a half.. This is where I began being attracted to diapers, not in a sexual way because I was too young for that.
Fast forward five years
After my parents' divorce, which happened back in 2010 when I was 12 years old, my mum took me and my sister for a ten days vacation in a village in southern Italy. There were loads of families there and I remember being so jealous of little kids being able to run around the village just in their diapers and there I realized I was into this world.
I haven't really wore a lots though since I didn't have enough privacy when we moved in another apartment when I was 14, I had to share the room with my sister so I just kept craving the desire to wear and use diapers.
Last year though I did something for this, after my mother got hired as an elderly caregiver I kept thinking about how I could be in diapers again and yeah: I started wetting the bed. For the first three nights my mum was like okay, you might need diapers but I don't know if you want to do this.
I hid the fact I wanted them so I just went I don't know, I just don't want you to keep washing sheets everyday... I might give it a try. For a year and a half I wore them, starting with Pullups and switching to disposable when I started to leak. It was the best time of my life. I slept with my mother at that time because I didn't want to bother my sister and boy oh boy... Waking up in the middle of the night hugged by my mother and wetting while pretending to be asleep, feeling my mother waking up and checking my crotch was an unbelievable experience. She kept me asleep sometimes, I just changed when I woke up.
I haven't wore during the day that much (besides the days my mum had a day shift and my sis was at University) but I remember faking accidents while cleaning dishes or doing chores. I was mortified and for a few weeks I was kept in diapers during the day. I wet whenever I felt like wetting, never went #2 though besides a night where I was really sick and feeling like I couldn't get up in time. My mum woke me up in the middle of the night after messing it and I remember her changing and cleaning me up in the bathroom, putting on me a Bambino I bought online (I told her they were free
).
I wish I could still do that but I had to change my life due to a toxic environment back in my hometown and no job opportunities. Right now I'm in Australia, 28 hours away from home, starting my brand new life. I'm still in an hostel at the moment but trying to find an apartment for next year. I have some spare pullups in my luggage but haven't been able to use them as I'm literally scared af to get caught by others in the hostel ahah.
Allright, this is my story! (So far
)
It's such a relief being able to share it with someone who actually understands me. I'm glad I found the courage to create a profile and speak with you.
Yeah. Share your story here! I'll obviously go first.
Sorry in advance for some grammar mistakes but English is obviously not my first language š
I remember being a bedwetter until I was 6 or 7 years old and since I'm really short and skinny Goodnights weren't actually that great on me (my mum's told me numerous time I got a rash from them) so I was put back in Huggies (also Pampers gave me a rash smh) for the time being. After being able to control my bladder during the night I remember being so jealous of my sister, which is 4 years younger than me, being able to stay in diapers for as long as she wanted, she literally got potty trained during the day when she was 3 and a half.. This is where I began being attracted to diapers, not in a sexual way because I was too young for that.
Fast forward five years
After my parents' divorce, which happened back in 2010 when I was 12 years old, my mum took me and my sister for a ten days vacation in a village in southern Italy. There were loads of families there and I remember being so jealous of little kids being able to run around the village just in their diapers and there I realized I was into this world.
I haven't really wore a lots though since I didn't have enough privacy when we moved in another apartment when I was 14, I had to share the room with my sister so I just kept craving the desire to wear and use diapers.
Last year though I did something for this, after my mother got hired as an elderly caregiver I kept thinking about how I could be in diapers again and yeah: I started wetting the bed. For the first three nights my mum was like okay, you might need diapers but I don't know if you want to do this.
I hid the fact I wanted them so I just went I don't know, I just don't want you to keep washing sheets everyday... I might give it a try. For a year and a half I wore them, starting with Pullups and switching to disposable when I started to leak. It was the best time of my life. I slept with my mother at that time because I didn't want to bother my sister and boy oh boy... Waking up in the middle of the night hugged by my mother and wetting while pretending to be asleep, feeling my mother waking up and checking my crotch was an unbelievable experience. She kept me asleep sometimes, I just changed when I woke up.
I haven't wore during the day that much (besides the days my mum had a day shift and my sis was at University) but I remember faking accidents while cleaning dishes or doing chores. I was mortified and for a few weeks I was kept in diapers during the day. I wet whenever I felt like wetting, never went #2 though besides a night where I was really sick and feeling like I couldn't get up in time. My mum woke me up in the middle of the night after messing it and I remember her changing and cleaning me up in the bathroom, putting on me a Bambino I bought online (I told her they were free
I wish I could still do that but I had to change my life due to a toxic environment back in my hometown and no job opportunities. Right now I'm in Australia, 28 hours away from home, starting my brand new life. I'm still in an hostel at the moment but trying to find an apartment for next year. I have some spare pullups in my luggage but haven't been able to use them as I'm literally scared af to get caught by others in the hostel ahah.
Allright, this is my story! (So far
It's such a relief being able to share it with someone who actually understands me. I'm glad I found the courage to create a profile and speak with you.