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Most of the diaper changes happen on my changing table in my nursery. Sometimes I get changed on the floor on my changing pad, sometimes in my crib and sometimes on the big bed.

My relationship with pooping my pants is complicated. I really like the feeling when it comes out and fills my diaper, but cleanup is always so laborious and time-consuming that it's just not worth those 15-30 seconds of pleasure for me. Also, daddy has declared our house a "no stinky pants" zone, so I can't do it without getting in trouble (grown-up "we need to re-evaluate this whole daddy/baby thing" trouble because it's a hard line for him ) even if I wanted to. That said, I totally understand where you are coming from. I hate when I'm on the potty and I have just the best explosive poop and I can't help but think how awesome that would have felt if I did that in my diapers instead.

And I have a different opinion of Snappis.

I will start this out by saying I grew up in a weird family divorced parents with a strictly religious Mum and a really laid back father. but my Mum has a lot of little tendencies, she never really grew up to be much of an adult, so while I don't think my Mum wears nappies or anything she definitely sat around the same age I did as a kid. We played with dolls together and watched cartoons together, when we were in public in restaurants where they give out balloons and kids colouring in things we'd get them and colour in and sign our names and ages on the bottom (something we still do). My Gran, her Mum, does the same. We used to call it the family madness I think I just took it a bit further. She took part in regressive behaviour and encouraged me to do the same it was all about having fun but still being responsible enough to be an adult when it counted, like going to work and paying bills and that was a good lesson for me as I grew up as a young child. She never told me to give up my sookie blanket, toys or anything because I was 'too old'. Now as you can tell though, this was all non-sexual and if

To me, it is hilarious how alcohol affects me. The more drunk I get, the more contentious I become about my bladder control, and the better I can control it - that is until I pass that point of consciousness. I was on a course in Switzerland, and got drunk by 2pm, and thought - yes, I can manage without a diaper, so I went out sans diaper, and continued drinking... until the inevitable happened. I passed out. The next morning, I had some explaining to do.