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Yes really. I did. Why? Let me explain:
Firstly, I’m medically IC, so I need a diaper 24/7.
Secondly, I was working long hours, full time for a week (I’m chronically sick and this isn’t easy for me).
Thirdly, I didn’t have a lot of space in my bag, so this meant I could cut down on diaper changes.
Fourthly, everyone was wearing casual clothes in this workplace. And they’re trying to be more accommodating of disabled people.
I was discreet, I wore a plain onesie over my diaper so it wasn’t obvious. But at the same time, sometimes I did leave my bag open which did mean my clean spare diapers were visible.
I don’t mind that though, seeing as I’m disabled and a wheelchair user. My wheelchair is a tool to help me get around when my legs don’t work. And there’s no way I can hide that.
Similarly, I don’t mind too much if someone sees my spare diaper - so long as it’s clean. Because like my wheelchair, it’s a tool I use to manage my bad bladder control.
That being said I’m not trying to be an exhibitionist - just trying to raise awareness of my diaper needs without flaunting it. It’s how I treat my diapers like any other disability aid, instead of being a guilty secret.
Until I made a mistake. I forgot my onesie on the last day. And I didn’t realise this until I was already on the train to work.
I tried wearing my regular diapers instead, but I’d soaked the two of them I’d brought by lunchtime. The only way I could get through the day dry was if I put the ABDL diaper on. And it was an NRU Tinimals.
I did consider explaining the situation to my supervisor, but I figured that while wearing an ABDL diaper was unconventional - it was still more professional than having an accident. And the best way to not make a big thing out of it was to just carry on as normal. They did know I was incontinent, and I’d be diapered to manage it - did it really matter what kind of diaper it was, so long as it worked, and allow me to focus on my work, rather than my diaper? I thought not.
So I didn’t say anything about it, and no-one else said anything about it either. We just carried on and no-one appeared to give it a second thought.
Looking back it was very empowering, but I won’t be forgetting my onesie again in a hurry.
Breathe Deep, Seek Peace
Dinotopian2002
Firstly, I’m medically IC, so I need a diaper 24/7.
Secondly, I was working long hours, full time for a week (I’m chronically sick and this isn’t easy for me).
Thirdly, I didn’t have a lot of space in my bag, so this meant I could cut down on diaper changes.
Fourthly, everyone was wearing casual clothes in this workplace. And they’re trying to be more accommodating of disabled people.
I was discreet, I wore a plain onesie over my diaper so it wasn’t obvious. But at the same time, sometimes I did leave my bag open which did mean my clean spare diapers were visible.
I don’t mind that though, seeing as I’m disabled and a wheelchair user. My wheelchair is a tool to help me get around when my legs don’t work. And there’s no way I can hide that.
Similarly, I don’t mind too much if someone sees my spare diaper - so long as it’s clean. Because like my wheelchair, it’s a tool I use to manage my bad bladder control.
That being said I’m not trying to be an exhibitionist - just trying to raise awareness of my diaper needs without flaunting it. It’s how I treat my diapers like any other disability aid, instead of being a guilty secret.
Until I made a mistake. I forgot my onesie on the last day. And I didn’t realise this until I was already on the train to work.
I tried wearing my regular diapers instead, but I’d soaked the two of them I’d brought by lunchtime. The only way I could get through the day dry was if I put the ABDL diaper on. And it was an NRU Tinimals.
I did consider explaining the situation to my supervisor, but I figured that while wearing an ABDL diaper was unconventional - it was still more professional than having an accident. And the best way to not make a big thing out of it was to just carry on as normal. They did know I was incontinent, and I’d be diapered to manage it - did it really matter what kind of diaper it was, so long as it worked, and allow me to focus on my work, rather than my diaper? I thought not.
So I didn’t say anything about it, and no-one else said anything about it either. We just carried on and no-one appeared to give it a second thought.
Looking back it was very empowering, but I won’t be forgetting my onesie again in a hurry.
Breathe Deep, Seek Peace
Dinotopian2002