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Although the skies of South East Queensland are generally drier in winter (well, not so much THIS winter it seems), I’ve learned over these last 8 winters that my nappies are generally wetter during this season. My theory behind this is that I don’t sweat much during our 6 week winter and that since my body has not yet learned how to convert matter directly into energy that fluid has to go somewhere and these strange days, that “somewhere” is my underwear. This wetter-winter truism seems to be something that I re-discover every July as opposed to remembering it and navigating accordingly. Whilst working, July was the month where wet spots at the back of my (always black) pants would all-too common towards the end of the day. More recently, July is the month where deploying an “Active Air” nappy during the day is a marginal proposition: ok if I’m changing late out of my night nappy and/or remaining close to home but in other circumstances it’s better just to go straight for a full-on “BeDry”. This week’s update might dispel any illusions that living 24/7 in nappies is an uninterrupted trip amongst daisies through a sun-dappled field of contentment. The winter wet made aligned with a recalcitrant bladder to make themselves known to me this week. I needed to buy more disposable nappies. As these days deliveries are expensive, my time is cheap and I own an EV (making “fuel” typically available for free from my rooftop solar panels) I choose to drive the 100km or so south down to my nappy supplier and pick them up directly. There’s only effectively ONE highway down to Brisbane (the infamous “Bruce Highway”) so the traffic is usually ghastly and I can expect at least a 1.5 hour trip each way. It was one of my cloth nappy days. As cloth nappies are visually bulky under my jeans I’m cautious about wearing them out and about too much. In this instance however the only person I expected to engage with who would know me would be selling me nappies anyway. The consideration of slightly puffy pants in such a scenario seems a poor excuse to waste a disposable. Removing, rinsing and dumping the overnight pinned terry nappy I’d been marinating in until mid morning, I therefore selected a double-layer Babykins “pull-up” nappy configuration: a thick, Snappi-tightened poly/cotton pull-up with a tighter terry towel pull-up over the top of it to provide additional absorbency and some position fixing before plastic pants (plain white) over that, some shape-wear over that and finally jeans stretched taught over the lot. Looking only slightly like a chimera built around the “Michelin Man” I headed south. My body that date seemed to resemble the weather: producing endless bouts of drizzle. I was slightly damp within 15 minutes of departure and by the time I arrived at my nappy vendor about 90 minutes later, I could clearly feel that the front of my nappy was already quite wet as I waddled into his store. At least it was warm. Two cases of nappies later (Active Air and my “Colin” night nappies) I got back into the car and headed north. I had two more errands to run on the way home. The thing was, that “drip and dribble” zone thing just did NOT stop. I was having a bad bladder day today. I was dimly aware that I was STILL peeing in spurts it seemed every 5 or 10 minutes. I was less dimly aware that my nappy was getting wetter at quite a pace. As I sat in the driver’s seat I could feel that wetness had crept down to my bum. I wondered where it could all be coming from. It’s a funny thing. I’m not incontinent. I was wetting myself every few minutes because I was allowing it to happen but at the same time I was somewhat forced by my circumstance. Choosing NOT to pee won’t work for very long for me these days. By now, things escalate quite quickly when my bladder doesn’t get its’ own way. This means an attempt to “hang on” would swiftly become uncomfortable and distracting whilst driving. Furthermore, my experience has taught me “better out than in”. Nappies cope much better with frequent, small wettings than they do with infrequent monsoonal deluges. Lastly, all the gear I was in wearing, layered cloth pull-ups, snappis, plastic pants, shape-wear etc was NOT conducive to tactically using a toilet. I guess this is why dry-suit divers wear nappies too. The relevant anatomy was well buried under many, many layers, the inner ones by now quite pee-soaked anyway. I felt it was better just to stay comfortable, let things flow and hope for the best. I arrived at Ikea. By then I was surreptitiously dabbing at the back of my thighs when getting out of the car to make sure I wasn’t leaking. I was not but I could also feel that my nappy was quite heavy now and starting to sag. It’s very hard to haul up a wet nappy back up your hips from outside of your jeans and maintain dignity at a shopping mall. The obligatory trudge around the Ikea store simply aggravated my nappy’s curiosity about what its’ world view might be like if it were down by my ankles. Furthermore my bladder did not stop. I was still wetting myself in little bits here and there all around the store. With the requisite low-cost Chinese-manufactured lifestyle accessory in hand I waddled back to my car. Sitting down my underwear now felt distinctly squishy. Cloth nappies feel much wetter than disposables when you use them but these felt extra-wet. I was still 80km from home with one more errand to perform. It was my car and so my emergency nappy-bag with a spare disposable and plastic pants was in the boot but the logistics of changing layered, wet pull-up cloth nappies and plastic pants at a shopping mall seemed well, just too intimidating. At my last stop (a pet supply store) I returned to my car in a nappy that was now wet beyond trust. Instead of comfort, my nappy now provided mainly a source of worry and low-level aggravation. In addition to sagging, it now felt cold and wet instead of warm and wet. It was a cold, dank day and falling away from my body as it sagged, it had also cooled: a fact I was reminded of every as I repeatedly hauled its dull wet weight back up my hips. I could also feel rings of cool wetness on each thigh at the leg elastics of my plastic pants beneath my jeans - presumably caused by wet skin getting exposed to my jeans every time I hauled my nappy back up an inch or two. In the manner of cloth, pee had wicked throughout the entire garment meaning it was uniformly saturated from my crotch to my hips and back again around my bum. Leakage was imminent if I wasn’t leaking already. By now the rate of pee I was producing seemed to have slowed but the damage was done. At least each burst of pee now warmed things up a bit. I arrived home an hour or so later wearing two large, dark, damp crescents: one for each rear thigh of my jeans. I felt wringing wet and my nappy was heavy, cool, sagging, itchy and leaking. Pee was percolating through my plastic pants and jeans and I also realised I could smell myself. Ketones and ketosis from low carbo-hydrate diets make life hard for nappies and even worse when they are cloth ones. It was late afternoon. I badly needed a nappy change but I wasn’t due for another two hours. I suppose I should have changed but instead, I found another pair of even-larger plastic pants and pulled those on over my first plastic pants along with some drier jeans. I thought this might buy me enough time if I then spent most of the next two hours sitting carefully in a chair. I probably peed some more, I don’t remember. The second pair of plastic pants trick DID seem to work (Babykins with an extra-wide crotch) as I sat carefully still and concentrated on not squelching. Finally, my beloved returned and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, I fled to the shower for a long hot wash and a badly needed change into a clean, fluffy, dry (well, briefly) night nappy. In a final act of inconvenience the sodden garment upon removal revealed it was carrying a puddle of cold wee in the crotch of my plastic pants (I can’t remember if it was the inner or outer pair). As I began to peel off my plastic pants this pee ran down my legs to make a pee-puddle on the bathroom floor. The whole point of the desperate inconvenience with the attendant risks of shame, social sanction and nappy rash that I put up with in choosing to live this way is is that my nappies are supposed to make me relaxed and comfortable. I had been a very long way from relaxed and comfortable in this nappy for most of the day. Frankly it had been a bit of a misery: I was mostly overly-wet, saggy, uncomfortable and fretting about leaks; firstly as a possibility then as a situational reality. To be honest with myself, I’d rather not have been in it but therein lies the rub. I was stuck in that nappy whether I liked it or not. Not because I am incontinent but because I needed it. And the reason for that need was 100% self-inflicted. For whatever ineffable biological reason, that day was a “bad” day for my bladder and whilst 10 – 15 minute interval toilet stops might be highly annoying in the suburbs, on a high speed rural highway heading back for home they were probably impossible. On another day, I might have been able to make the whole trip and stayed dry for it. Who knows? But when it’s bad now it’s VERY bad. I still don’t know where all that pee came from but I’d utterly drowned what should have been a capable day nappy. Yes, there had been a drinking session but that was on Sunday night and by the time this happened, it was Tuesday. The concept of “Dry July” just doesn’t work well in my world. Maybe that was designed by non-nappy folk or, nappy folk who live in the northern hemisphere. I’m sure there will be a better nappy day this week. -
By wetdiaper55 · Posted
Little ...Big....If Paul gets to big ....can he get little like he was . What is going on in SMG ? -
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I was having a rough morning as i try my best to calm back down as i then say "sorry for how i reacted it's just hard to cope with that i have this problem" i look to beth alittle as i was sorry for how i took it out on you when you only have been trying to help me. I rub my eyes as i nodded my head about going back to sleep and getting to skip school as i nearly forgot about testing at school but hope that you don't remember about it when suddenly my phone pings with a memo from the school as i try to cover it up hoping you didn't see what it was.
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