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Or they wanted to register both domains with the same certificate (which can be done, but they didn't).

Never had a problem. I'm precheck now so I usually just go through the WTMD. I've not had a problem with either the nud-o-vision or the "It's not gay if it's TSA" grope. If they even noticed, they didn't comment on it.

I suspect I stuck with white diapers so long because the diapers of my childhood were white. Prints were a couple of decades after my time. Still, I love teddy bears and Really loved the print on the CTDC diapers. I occasionally wear some of the other prints. Mostly right now I have the NSC tie-dye ones.

I did one of my periodic sample binges and ordered up a bunch of print diapers from MyInnerBaby.

This led me to think what kind of diapers the Amish use, but it seems they've largely adopted the modern disposables. I've got a generator, but the stupid telephone company doesn't have backup power at their facility down the street, so if the power is out over more than my neighborhood, I lose phone/internet. Of course, a few years ago when my septic pumps died, the guy pumped my tank and told me I could go a few days while the replacement came in. I decided that I'd forgo the toilet in favor of taking a shower.

Pre-toilet training toddlers are the golden age. You can move, you can talk, nobody expects anything out of you. It's all downhill once you start toilet training and have to got school, and work, and whatever...

Indeed, I've used fanny packs with a single diaper and some wipes for things like going into ball games (minor league where they aren't too security concerned). The odd ones are the pro football games where I have to use the clear bag.

She's concerned that others might find out.

Well, yesterday I had another incident. I had another case of my mystery IBS/food allergy emergency and while it would have been messy either way, I didn't have the diaper on. Anyhow, the house guests are gone and I'm back wearing a diaper.

My wife asked me to lay off it for a few days while we have guests.

I've been fairly continuously in diapers for a while now. This morning I was doing something on the computer and fell a little trickle on my leg. Damn, my diaper must be leaking. Thought about it a second. Holy, crap. I forgot, I'm not wearing one. Oops.

Just stop doing this: https://wgme.com/news/local/north-yarmouths-infamous-diaper-bandit-returns-dumping-soiled-diapers-on-town-roads-routes-9-115-231-maine-crime-gross-cumberland-county-sheriffs-office-littering

Prior to our change, I phoned Dr. Sears. He agreed to meet with us in thirty minutes. We changed, and Bill packed a wet cloth diaper in a plastic bag. “You really should try cloth, Joe,” Bill said. “I tried it, but it’s a lot more convenient to toss a diaper when we’re out than toting wet ones home to be washed.” “Well, suit yourself.” “I am, partner.” We arrived at Dr. Sears’s practice, and we ushered us into his private office. “Amy Green?” the Doctor asked. “Why, yes. I’ve been taking care of her for years, and I still am. Her whole family comes to me.” “What can you tell us about her history,” I asked. “Well, you know she was late to get over bedwetting.” “Yes, her mother said she outgrew it.” “Well, not quite. You do know that bedwetting is sometimes caused by excessive stool holding?” “Yes, doctor, we do,” Bill interjected. “That was the root of Amy’s problem.” “So, you put her on the O’Regan protocol?” “Yes, she took it pretty hard. She already was pretty distraught about still being in diapers at that age. When you add nightly enemas, well, you’d have to say she was resistant.” “But she finally acquiesced?” I asked. “Yes. I was finally able to convince her that the immediate unpleasantness would solve her problem and allow her to live a normal, diaperless life.” “Now, we also know she had a few stress incontinence issues. Leaks when laughing, sneezing?” The doctor took a long pause. “Yes, I’m aware of that. And it has become more of a problem with her. She’s been coping with heavier pads in her underwear.” “And is that sufficient?” I asked. “I’m not sure, but I can’t get her to consider even absorbent underwear. She’s got a lot of issues with anything even remotely like a diaper.” I think we had sufficient background. I thanked the doctor for his time. “What now, Joe?” Bill asked. “I think it’s time we talked to Miss Green.”

OK, here's the beginning of a story:

OK, there was a news article about schools locking up the bathrooms with cages and someone suggested it might make a good diaper story. Here's the beginning of one: Bob Dennis was at a loss for what to do. He was the assistant principal of a large high school, and he had perennial problems with the school bathrooms. During passing time, when the students were supposed to be using the bathrooms, he enlisted staff to keep an eye on things. He locked the newly installed cage-locked doors during class to secure the rooms. Students who had an urgent need to use the bathroom during class would often convince their teacher to write them a pass to the nurse. Occasionally, they would show up in the office asking to be let into a bathroom somewhere. In either case, someone, the nurse or other staff had to escort the child to an unlocked bathroom. It was not a workable solution. “Bob!,” the school nurse called out to him. “I need to talk to you.” “What now?” he thought to himself. He smiled. “Yes, Carol. What can I do for you?” “This whole bathroom plan is entirely unworkable. Plus, I’m worried about the health issues of kids not being able to relieve themselves when they need to.” Bob had heard this argument before. He threw up his hands. “I think I have a solution.” Bob’s outlook brightened. He was willing to try anything at this point. “You have them send any kid who can’t make it to the end of the period to me.” “I thought you didn’t want to play potty police,” Bob said. Those were the words she had used a few days earlier. “I have a new strategy. Once I deal with a student, I don’t think we’ll have further trouble with them.” “OK, explain it to me.” She did, and Bob had to agree that it could work. It was worth a try. -- Jimmy Green was a sophomore in high school. He was a smart kid and well-behaved. Not that he didn’t have an occasional run-in with school discipline. He was sitting in history class, listening to the teacher drone on and on. He became aware that he needed to pee. He raised his hand. The teacher looked up at him. “Can I have a pass?” Jimmy asked. “You’re supposed to deal with things on your own time,” the teacher countered. “I have to go.” The teacher sighed and scribbled out a pass form. Jimmy headed out of the room and stared at it. It was for the school nurse. He had heard that the nurse had a bathroom that kids had been using. On the way, he checked the regular bathrooms, and indeed, the metal gates were locked over the entrance. The nurse’s office would have to be. He entered the office and handed the pass to the nurse. “What is the matter?” the nurse asked. “I just need to use the bathroom,” he admitted. “Come this way,” she directed him into a small room with a cot. “Take your pants off and lie down.” He couldn’t figure out what this was about. Was she going to watch him pee? She was busying herself in the cabinet but dropped his pants and got on the cot. She came over and yanked down his underpants. In a few seconds, she had fastened something between his legs. “You can put your pants on and get back to class.” He stood up and then realized what it was—a diaper. They had to be kidding. “You can now use the diaper whenever you want. Get back to class.” He put his pants back on. And she wrote him another pass to go back. “Come back after school, and I’ll give you your panties back,” she said, dropping his underwear into a drawer. What could he do? This was very strange. He went back to class and sat down. As bad as he had to go, he couldn’t see doing it in the diaper. First, wetting himself wasn’t appealing, but even when he resigned himself to having to do so, he couldn’t get It started. Years of toilet training worked against him. Finally, he was able to pee. He felt the warmth spread across his crotch. He put his hand down, but the diaper soaked it up. He looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to what was happening, but they were all half asleep or watching the teacher. When the bell finally rang, he stood up. The now sodden diaper weighed heavily on his hips as he made his way to the next class. This was all too weird. The day droned on, and the final bell rang. He headed back to the nurse, who handed him a bag. It was way too heavy to be his underpants. “What’s this?” he asked. “Your panties are in there, but also, there are more diapers in there.” “More diapers?” “Yes, you’ll have to wear them to school from now on.” “For how long?” “Until you graduate. I’ve already called your mother to let her know.”