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By Little Sherri · Posted
I had an unexpected moment this morning, which I will refer to as "deciding to own the reality that I'm in diapers...". Some of you will chuckle about this, because you've "owned" your baby pants for years - you go through life as a diapered person, you don't flaunt it, but you're not hiding it, you've been in hospitals, in front of your doctor, been fitted for suits, etc, all with plastic (or cloth) absorbent underpants on, and it's just not a big deal. I've been trying to get there. Not publicly "out" - I don't think that most of the world cares to know what's going on in my trousers - but, I'm also trying not to live as a diaper recluse, or to treat it like a shameful secret. A few people outside of my immediate family know something, and I've had a couple of radiation burns from inadvertent, brief public brief exposures, in airports or hospitals. I'm not allowing those moments to prevent me from soldiering on. What am I on about, you're probably asking, for the umpteenth time? Well, that nice lady from up the street, who was probably a looker, back in the day, and is still holding together well in her seventh decade (that's a guess), the one who was inquiring about who we use for snow removal a couple of weeks back, seems to have befriended my wife. The lady who walked up behind me while I was squatting on my driveway, next to a running compressor, with the back of my diaper incautiously not tucked into my jeans, because I was on my driveway, a hundred feet from the road, behind our cars, and not thinking about an impromptu meeting with a neighbour. Maybe it's because they have something in common... her husband has some kind of debilitating condition, I'm not sure what the nature of it is - if it was stroke or something degenerative, but he's fairly immobilized, can't go up the stairs in their house anymore, uses a motorized scooter to get around, uses a wheelchair inside the house, and she does all of the driving, now. So, I'm fairly sure he's in diapers - possibly more of the backup type, than for free use, but, I can't see them navigating his use of a washroom, without someone else, physically stronger, being there to help. Certainly not a public washroom. I walked downstairs this morning in track pants and a sweater, my "getting coffee" outfit in the morning, to note the murmur of an unknown voice from my kitchen, at an ungodly hour - someone was over? I thought it might be my mother-in-law, although she wasn't scheduled to be in the vicinity, and normally her arrival is preceded by warnings on my phone, not unlike what happens if a tornado is imminent. A quick glance in, revealed someone with an elegant jacket on, and long silver hair, sitting where I usually sat. I knew right away who it was. The track pants would not do - I was wearing a Mega Inspire+ that had seem some use, but I still planned to wear it for a good part of the day. I went back up to our room, to consider my options. I only had to be in front of her for the time it would take to exchange pleasantries, and make a coffee. Option one was to bin the giant diaper, put something of medium weight on, pull jeans over it, and proceed - that's what I would do if practically any of my wife's friends were in the house unexpectedly, and I was wearing a giant nappy. Option 2 was to try and wait them out, but I really needed a coffee, and to get to my office, and I had no idea if this was a 5-minute drop-in, or if they were about to start talking about menopause or something. Option 3 is the one I chose. I pulled jeans on over my big diaper, took a breath, and went down to the kitchen to say hello. The inflated, featureless puffiness of the front of my jeans would, for the trained eye, have suggested a narrative that would then be confirmed by the bulk out behind me - the jeans hung slack over the back of the big plastic garment, by design, but there was a lot of droop required, in order for the denim not to conform to the triangular bulge beneath, and bending or stepping might defeat that camouflage. But, the lady knows I wear diapers, or at least, she knows that I was wearing one, the last time we met... so while I wasn't about to stroll in, in a onesie, and pour coffee into a sippy cup, at the same time, there wasn't anything I could wear today that would dispel the reality of what she saw before. I'm not going to say I didn't have a bit of a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, but, I pushed past it, said hi, made coffee, chatted, then said I had to get to my office, and... here I am. I was almost more nervous about my wife, than I was about our visitor, because I never actually said, "By the way, that lady who dropped by saw my diaper." Would my wife note the dropping of the DEFCON 1 security, and either be vexed, or, confused? But she didn't raise an eyebrow, which again, made me wonder... I joked a while back about the unlikelihood of their previous conversation veering to "I noticed that your husband, like mine, is diapered...", but now, I'm not quite as sure. Very unlikely, the rational side of me says, but I do have a lizard brain that fixates on such things, sometimes. I didn't really get the nature of her visit - apparently, her and my wife had been texting, and they were maybe going to plan their gardens for the spring, something like that. Why this had to occur at 7:30 am, in my kitchen, I don't know - that's above my pay grade. But anyway, here I am, now in my office, happy not to have had to bin a nappy that still had more than half its usable life left, on the morning right after I did the accounting in the post above, about how much my infantile wardrobe preferences are costing me. On a related note, I was away for work this week, and man, did the rains come. There was drinking, I'm not going to deny that, but not heroics, in that department. But I was sneaking an anonymous white bag the weight of a healthy chicken, down to the car park trash bin, every morning. -
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By BabyBear85 · Posted
“Oh… yes, well, not mine I guess, but my neighbor. She’s been having some.. accidents. Yes, I would love to get Pampers in her size! Can you show me?” The clerk walked him back to the baby aisle and showed him the new xl size of Pampers. He grinned and loaded several packs into his cart. ”Oh yes, these will be perfect! Thank you!” ”No problem,” said the cashier. “And by the way, I have lots of babysitting experience if you ever need a sitter.” She handed him a piece of paper with her phone number. ”Aw, thanks so much.” Peter finished paying for all the items and went drove back to Rubys house. He couldn’t help smiling as he found the girl curled up on the couch with her thumb in her mouth. He quickly unloaded the groceries, then went to check on her. As he approached the couch, he quickly deduced… she had wet her pull-up. -
By BabyBear85 · Posted
Ethan had finally had enough of Kayla’s fussing. He fished in the diaper bag and found her pacifier. He shoved it between her lips. ”There, that’s better. No more back talk from my naughty little baby girl.” He thumped her bottom again. ”You continue behaving like a baby. So yes, you do belong in diapers. Now let’s go. We were going to stop at the store and get you some pull-ups, but I don’t think you’re ready for that. We’re gonna go home and give the fussy baby a nap.” He grabbed her by the arm and marched her back out into the restaurant. -
Since I only wear for about 30 to 45 minutes in the morning, I have various absorbencies. Since it's only for 45 minutes, I often will wear light duty and not overnight. This means maybe an Attends Maximum. Sometimes, depending on how full the bladder feels I will an Attends Ultimate. I had overnight, but ran out. I was wearing Amazon max pull up. Sometimes, I'd wear the overnight one too. So, I would usually opt for the lower absorbency. If my bladder is super full, I would go for high absorbency. Weekend mornings, I will tend towards overnight. Though sometimes, I have to leave 9, so it maybe a mid-weight one, enough for two or three wettings.
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