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Hello everyone Haven't posted here for a while, but felt obliged to update you guys and let you know how you've helped a random human being somewhere. All the responses on this post were beneficial to me in one way or another, and I definitely benefited immensely by sharing with all of you, our ABDL community. I want to thank you from the bottom of my anxious heart for offering your wisdom to aid others in accepting themselves and potentially loving themselves in all conditions and at all times. It's been over a year since I've posted, and I've been happily married to this lovely human for 1 month now (and counting). I knew I had the right person when absolutely everything was right, including her full acceptance of my diaper lover side. I took your advice (and her pressure) and planned an evening where we both wore about 6 weeks ago. She expressed that she didn't like the baby patterned diapers, and I knew black was one of her favorite colors, so I ordered some rearz black diapers (also one of my faves) as well as a black diaper cover. I put the diaper on her and she helped me put mine on (she admitted to not knowing how to put one on me on her own). I used a Tena maxi diaper with an insert, because I knew I may not have been ready for something 'thicker'. I also proceeded to put on plastic pants and we got dressed in comfy clothing and watched some Ted Lasso. She told me when she was about to use them and it demanded a lot of concentration (happened 3 times) 😛, and loved the feeling. She kept worrying they would leak, and it wasn't until she took the off that she understood just how absorbent they are. I used mine too so I went and changed to bambino bianco with an insert. when I did change, I contemplated whether or not I should step out to the living room ad show her what I look like before layering back up and getting dressed, and I did. It was an immensely stressful yet freeing moment, because this is who I am (part of me). Her support and response gave me butterflies for a lack of a better explanation. I couldn't believe my partner thought nothing wrong of this, and that it was "cute and innocent". The disclaimer is that I had taken some Xanax that day (prescribed for anxiety) and I knew I wasn't acting fully on my true emotions, but it was a step in the right direction. I left an extra diaper for her and traveled, and she proceeded to try that one on her own and send me photos of it on her, which I found to be amazing. This person not only is loving enough to accept what's different, she's ready to try it out for herself before making an assessment. It's clear it's a harmless thing to her, but it doesn't bring her the pleasure it brings me, which is 100% ok with me. My desire like many people here is engrained in me from a past experience (see below) so I don't expect someone that didn't have an early influence to think and feel like I do. (side track, I love diapers because at 5 years old, on a road trip, with a terrible stomach bug, I was becoming immensely anxious I will soil myself, so to ease my mind, my mom used one of her sanitary pads and put it in my underwear and told me that I had nothing to worry about now, hence, wired different. Didn't have an accident, but a young OCD anxious mind was healed with a pad) fast forward to 4 days ago, as I started packing for our trip to Barcelona, I hadn't worn in about 2 weeks, and didn't have the desire to, but I felt like packing several diapers, onesies, and covers, as well as set them up in a way I can wear on the plane and at the airport. I had never done this before but fantasized about it a lot. I always worried about security taking out everything in plain sight, and worried people would tell I'm wearing, at which point the feeling will be nothing but embarrassment and shame. I asked her if it was ok with her (she didn't see me packing them, still not ready for that normalcy) and again, she was fully supportive. she told me she wasn't ready to wear this time as she didn't plan her outfit right, to which I responded that was completely fine, and that me wearing doesn't have to mean her wearing. We boarded, I changed and came back to my seat like everything was completely normal, and that feeling is and will always be magical. The fact that I could go about my diaper lover life every now and then, with my partner accepting and promoting it, and making me feel beyond normal, is an emotional thing. I have kept this thing a secret, I have hid it, I have been ashamed by it, tried to quit time and time again. Then, I meet someone that I love and that loves me, and even loves the parts of me that I hate. I used to think I had to find a diaper lover first then see if they match with me. Now I realize, the right person has to be accepted and respected as a human being, as mentioned previously, a spectrum of emotions and traits, and that all of them should be accepted. I didn't tell her I changed before landing, into a super thin Tena with a small insert, and proceeded to disembark the plane and walk through the airport. As we were waiting for our bags, I got terrible anxiety that some people were looking directly at me rear, and my fight or flight feeling was about to start, so I asked her, can you see anything? she was astonished, and kept swearing she didn't know I wore and couldn't tell. my worries were immediately gone, because I realized I'm overthinking, and realized that the only person that matters is completely fine with me and sees nothing out of the ordinary. It's difficult to compartmentalize anxiety, and as a tall, confident, good looking man (calling it what it is, not being obnoxious ) it's normal for people to look at me. It's going to take some time to get used to that, and to stop feeling like everyone can see what's underneath, let alone that it's none of their business, and that it's not wrong. This is all just a product of being brought up with anxiety but not having addressed it. My wife on the other hand, has incredible confidence and 0 care in the world for anyone's opinion but hers and the ones she loves, which is how life should be. we got to the hotel and I was ready to take my diaper off and go on with our day without it, I got what I need, for now. Later as I was reshuffling which diapers were in my backpack and which were packed up, and handling other diaper related items, I realized I was feeling something I hadn't felt before. I felt like I was handling an item I rightfully need, and use, and did not have that shameful feeling. I didn't feel like I was doing something taboo. This very feeling, is what prompted me to write back with an update. I have only dreamt of this emotion, and never thought I could achieve it. I used to even worry that I'd die a sudden death, wearing diapers, and that it would remain the last memory people have of me, that's how bad my anxiety is. Now that I have someone to share this with, and share with, I realize, I am normal. Not only am I normal, I am special in a way, I have something not a lot of people have, and it's an innocent fun secret at the end of the day. My goal is to soon be able to handle diapers and related stuff and wear in front of her the same way I'm comfortable being naked in front of her. from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank all of whom responded to my original post, and say that this community and others like it are an integral part of self love/acceptance, and support. Without like minded people sharing advice and experiences, life would be more tricky, because it seems like it's you against the world. and my advice to others in our community, find your someone, then introduce them to it slowly, and clarify what some have advised already, this is a part of me, this isn't all of me. it's not hurting anyone, and it's not offending anyone. just respect your audience, and the space you're in accordingly, and all will be well. be good friends, wish you all the health and well being

you beautiful man , that was just great. Wisdom, connected with yourself and perfectly in your head, and synced up. Good for you for this type of thinking, and i should really take some of your advice to heart and implement it. I will be coming back to this a lot to re-read it, perhaps even one day show it to my GF/wife. Thanks again, and god bless 100% i cannot force it, my anxiety won't let me . But she's asked for it, and i'm still not capable of getting the courage to take that step. Perfect advice, take a leap of faith or else i'll never be fully myself with her. thanks for your comment I am 31, and i think i need a little more time to ripen in that sense, but i 100% have to work on this, telling myself and being honest, that I am normal, I'm a good person, I mean no harm, and I like to wear diapers. The mind is a powerful thing, and sometimes it gets the best of you. Thanks for commenting

Hello everyone hope you're having a wonderful day while reading this, and thanks for taking an interest at all. I rarely write on this forum, although i do come back often to read what's new and get updated on this world. I've been a DL since I was 5 (nothing bad happened, just an event that i can trace back this desire to). I'm a successful man, happy with myself and the way i am, and going about life making goals and fulfilling them. All should seem great, except my diaper loving factor getting in the way. My desire to wear comes and goes, but one thing's for sure, it will never go away forever. I've gone through the binge and purge issue one too many times. Nonetheless, i will get straight to the point now. I have never been able to make a relationship last (with a female, im straight) because at some point in time, i always want my partner to get lost because i need to indulge in my diaper loving side. This has ended some relationships, and caused a lot of resentment at times, even when i was in relationships that seemed otherwise perfect. Which brings me to my current relationship. I've been with my GF for 10 months, and considering marrying her very seriously now. She's great in many aspects, but the best part is that once i started speaking about "my topic" she eventually guessed what it was, and was insanely accepting and made fun of how big i made it seem. She's expressed that i should leave some for her in her apartment sometime so she can try them on her own. As for the issue I need help with, it's my anxiety getting in the way. I'm an anxious person, most of the time i have it under control, but my overthinking habit sometimes takes over and destroys my mood, confidence, and desire to indulge in things i love. I cannot rid myself of the thought that she may look at me differently. I'm a tall and masculine guy, and I love being that, but i have a soft side as we all do in this world, and i alsp love that, she does too. With that said, I cannot for the life of me stomach the chance she may see me differently. I always imagine myself wearing with her around, treating it like it's a normal thing, but then i imagine her looking at me in a weirded out way, and my anxiety just kicks IN. I know this seems like an issue that's too big for you readers and fellow community members to help on, but i could really use your opinion on the topic. While she played the guessing game with me of what "my thing" was, she asked if it was dressing in female attire, and that it would be so normal for her, in fact she'd buy me what i want. That's when i knew she was the one, only because she's not judgmental, and loves me for me and wants me to be happy. I cannot get rid of the thought of her seeing me be feminine though. I don't have a toxic masculinity issue, i just love being the man, a caring man, and every time i picture wearing around her, i feel so small. Another point you could help on, is just how to introduce her to it, and to involve her in this world. I've always wanted a partner that is accepting and maybe participates in this world, but at the same time, my anxiety never let me dream of what it could be like because of fear of rejection. Sorry if i simply rambled on, too many emotions right now to focus on the issue at hand, but i hope you can make something out of what i've typed and that this could be a conversation. W

I am a muslim, and I looked into this at length. There are 2 parts to this, first of all, if diapers to you are sexual, then i believe it is an absolute no while you are praying. If they are completely nonsexual, then they are simply a choice of garments, there is nothing wrong with that.

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Hi everyone, good day/evening to you

loved reading your story .. question, as a guy, how do place a catheter in and then diaper up. never used a catheter but I'm so intrueged to do so, just don't know whether to place "it" downwards as i usually door upwards. does it hurt ?

i watched the trailer for a youtube tv series called blue i believe .. and in the trailer was a glimpse of this particular episode.. i think the show is about a part time prostitute's life.

6'2" 180lbs 32inch waist .. and medium is the perfect size, i prefer large though, for the more babyish feel

i just got back from london this morning .. while there, i went to a club called cirque du soir (circus of the night). its basically a freakshow thing, used to be fun but its starting to get old. Nonetheless, they usually have interesting people around, and some just acting idiotic. This time, there was a built guy in nothing but an adult diaper and a mask of a baby crying. frankly it was disturbing, but when i thought about it in retrospect, girls were all around him wanting to take a picture, and talking to him thinking it was funny, and what a lucky job, to put on a diaper and act stupid hahaha ... but i wouldn't do it if i was paid in gold (ok if i was paid in gold i probably would). but to me diapers gives me such a good feeling, i would never want to feel humiliated or frowned upon about the topic, dont know how to explain it, just dont want the risk of someone putting it down ,,

no im not upset it happened, just, in shock. i would say similar to the shock you'd get from a nose bleed out of nowhere .. like wat da f is goin on .. also was shocked that the extra padding couldnt hold it all together, makes me feel REALLY sorry for people who actually have an issue, they must HAVE to change 6-10 times a day to keep a good level of hygiene. Plus, im not wasteful, but im very generous when i diaper, so i can safely say i've never had more than a few drops leak, but this, this was uncomfortable, i didn't want to be in it anymore .. sorry for the details, hope it doesn't ruin your day .. but yeh, my GF is paying me a visit this weekend, im going to make sure i dont wear until she leaves so i dont acidentaly think its ok to go, because i think that was the main issue. Thanks so much for the insightful and detailed replies you guys, honestly makes me feel happy that there are other normal people out there like me !! yes, we're normal everyone else is different haha

Ok, so, alot of us want to become incontinent, i used to think i did as well. Every now and then though, I'm out and about, and i think about how great my lifestyle is and how happy and lucky ive been dating such beautiful girls and having great friends, i realize there is NOO room for diapers in there even if i NEEDED them. I love being in shape and slender enough to sport slim fitting clothing and swimming trunks, which also couldn't have been possible. Sometimes i do fantasize about it, and want to at least get a taste of having it as a necessity.

tough position really, but if you and your better half a truly soul mates, then you shouldn't be having any feelings about anyone else, she would be the one occupying your mind. Don't feel guilty about your 'thoughts' thats every human being's right, to think in a way and keep it to themselves. Just make sure you don't act upon them based on A) your engaged your job could be put at risk. The fact that the coworker took that long to start opening up to who you are means that she is somewhat desperate for someone, and she knows you. Why didn't she act upon these emotions earlier on ? id say just enjoy having a friend coworker that you can innocently flirt with, but know that you must have fallen in love with your fiance for a reason, even if now you have forgotten it. Its in our nature 'men' to think the grass is greener on the other side, but you have to train yourself to 'settle' and that doesn't necessarily mean a bad thing, but just settle for something or someone without thinking you have to up the ante.

i cant get married !