When I am home and in my big baby girl mood, it is either late at night or on the weekend. My loving husband Don or someone else will answer the door.
However, in early 1991, before I met Don and only a few months after I started using adult baby play to cope with my urinary incontinence, I was on a business trip with a partner of my law firm and several other associate attorneys. We were working on a case and were staying at a very nice hotel. By luck of the draw I had a room to myself. I had gotten comfy after dinner and put on baby doll pajamas over my Attends.
As I worked on a pile of legal documents, I started suckling a MAM pacifier, the leash of which I clipped to my left shoulder. There was a knock at my door. I was so engrossed in the legal material I lost track of my surroundings. Without thinking I got up and answered the door.
What a surprise to find the senior partner. He needed some information about the case. In my surprise I must have let the paci slip out of my mouth. Casually I greeted that distinguished gentleman, who was wearing a custom-made conservative suit. I found the papers he needed. Neither of us ever said a thing about my pacifier.
Two and a half years later I was elected a partner in that law firm. Apparently the partner must have assumed I was using the paci while giving up smoking, or some such innocent explanation. When I was hired as an associate attorney days after my law school graduation in 1988, on my health forms I stated my urinary incontinence. All these years later nobody in my firm has ever teased me about needing diapers.