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Sorry I didn't see this pop up. If you put an "@" in front of my username when you post I'll get a ping and know I have something I need to answer. I bought a couple from Rearz direct. They're super comfortable to wear. They are ok but their absorbency probably isn't as good as their bulk would suggest. I reviewed them in my blog post at: Good to know and thanks for the reach out but you might want to have somebody take a look at that shipping estimator there: something's broken I think. -
Well, it's at least TRENDING the right way but 30% is still way too high 🤣 I can recall from my own journey that leaks were also depressingly frequent for me in the early days. I quickly learned that pretty much any diaper I could buy in a store was nearly useless. They really are rubbish. For the "total incontinence" scenario you are practising it's almost criminal that they are sold. I started out with Tena. I quickly learned that "Tena" is an acronym: Tinkle Everywhere Never Again. The top of the range Tena (slips, not pull-up) made it into the "medicore but ok for short haul usage" territory. I found Abena M4/L4 to be kind of ok as were the old Molicare Slip Maxi (plastic backed but a disgusting green colour). Really, most of the ABDL diapers are light years better but have to be purchased online. If there was one tip I could impart to medically incontinent folk it would be to go find themselves an ABDL supplier and buy those diapers. It will be cheaper in the long run and your clothes and furniture will thank you. There are kind of cross-over diapers available that are based on ABDL diaper technology but are packaged as plain white diapers and sold as incontinence products. They work just as well as their cartoon-printed ABDL cousins but are probably less embarrassing to have cut off you in the ER when that bus finds you. The Betterdry ones are made in Italy from a German company. They are the slightly cheaper but same diaper construction version of the Krinklze. They became too expensive for me downunder and also I noticed some quality wobbles but others have said these quality issues got resolved and in any case they are going to be way better than Tena. Rearz have their "InControl" series: again, generic white diapers marketed (ineffectively I suspect) to the incontinent community but all based on famous Rearz ABDL diaper models. The "Active Air" and the "BeDry" (day and night version) range are very, very good and I rely upon these today. You will have to look past stores for these and go online. Also for 24/7 you'll need to be ordering cases, not bags otherwise it becomes very inconvenient and expensive. @Little Sherri will give you his answer but in my case I finally "caught" a sleep wetting event after about 7 months. It remained rare for some time. I wrote a detailed description of how this happened and how long it took at: Enjoy the ride!
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By BloncoCraven · Posted
Chapter 1 “So Ronny, what makes you want to work here? Surely someone with your condition would be better off in an education program.” “I’ve been in education for a long time and I just feel like it’s not really taking. I’ve been assessed every 6 months since I was 18 and I’ve never gotten any better. I just want to help my mother with the bills and maybe have some spending money for going out with friends.” “Well I think that’s nice, wanting to help out your mom. We do have a Youth Employment Manager you’ll need to talk to, but I’d be lying if I said we weren’t looking to hire someone exactly like you.” “Really? That’s amazing, thank you so much, sir!” “Absolutly. You may not have been told this, but there are financial benefits to hiring a person with Immature Personality Disorder. It’s such a common illness nowadays that the government made tax breaks for it and even lowered the minimum wage for sufferers to help you get hired.” “Oh, so I’ll be making less than the normal minimum wage?” “Well yes. But keep in mind we’ll also need to pay someone to supervise you and you won’t be as efficient as other employees. This lowering of your wage makes hiring you seem more appetizing to frugal business owners like me.” “Right, I guess that makes sense.” “So, where is your mommy now?” “Oh I asked her to stay in the car so I would look more mature.” I looked away, embarrassed. “Right, I’ll need her to come in and sign some of the papers to get you started. Then you can fill out the rest with the Youth Employment Manager.” “Absolutley. I’ll go get her.” I stood up and walked out of the office, fixing my training pants to be more comfortable the moment I turned the corner. I was deep in thought as I walked outside. “Man, it’s gonna suck getting paid less, I wonder how much less it’ll be. I knew I’d probably need supervision, but jeez, the way he was talking it was like I was a complete moron. I’m good at menial tasks. I always do my chores on time and I had a job when I was 20 and everybody liked me there.” I approached my mom’s volkswagen jetta and opened the door. “How’d it go, sweety?” “Good, he wants to hire me. He just needs you to come in and sign some papers.” “Oh that's so amazing! Great job!” Mom smiled and climbed out of the car. We started walking in then she spoke up again. “Hold my hand please.” She said expectantly. I took her hand and was a little embarrassed to need to at 27. We walked in and everybody looked at us. They all thought for a moment before smiling softly. I’m tall, 6’4 and muscular. But clearly they thought I was cute. I showed my mom back into the boss's office. “Hi. Are you Ronny’s mom?” He held out his hand to shake hers. A courtesy he hadn’t given me when I entered. “Yep. Sure am. He’s a handful, but he’s my handful.” She tickled my tummy and I couldn’t help but giggle.” “So I just need you to sign these employment papers to allow us to use your son for labour while we’re supervising him.” “Absolutly.” Mom said as she grabbed the paper and skimmed it quickly. “Seems reasonable. Although the payment here says he’ll be given $4.45 an hour, but minimum wage is $11.50.” “Minimum wage is different for people with his condition.” “Oh, I hadn’t heard.” Mom thought for a minute and signed it anyway. “Can I ask you how he is with potty training? A lot of IPD sufferers tend to lie about it.” “Yes. He’s almost there. He’s been working really hard. Unfortunately he’s still in training pants. But he rarely ever has accidents. Maybe once every two weeks.” “Great. Thank you for being honest. If you would like you can come with us and I’ll introduce you to our Youth Employment Manager. She’ll be responsible for him most shifts.” “Absolutley I’d love to.” We walked out of the office and the manager escorted us to an office down the hall. He opened the door and a fat, middle aged red headed woman sat at a desk. “Hi.” Said the woman, “Is this a new youth employee?” She smiled up at me and held out her hand for a shake. I shook her hand. “Hi I’m Ron.” I smiled softly. “Ronny, nice to meet you.” She reached in her drawer and took out some forms. “I’ve got some stuff for Mommy to fill out and some stuff for you to fill out. Do you know how to read and write, or do you need help?” “I can do it.” I said. I sat down and began filling out the forms. It seemed to be a questionnaire of personal questions. Stuff like what foods I like, when I’d like my break to be, what annoys me and what toys I plan to bring for break time. There was a small math and writing test at the end. It was a little challenging, but I managed to get it done. Mom had her forms filled out and the grown ups kept talking while I was working on the test. Once I was finished I put the pencil down and said. “I’m done!” Excitedly. “Great job Ronny!” She touched my shoulder. “I’ll look this over later. I’m June Bigby. But you can call me either Mrs Bigby, Ma’am or Teacher.” “Ok, ma’am.” I agreed. “Good boy.” She ruffled my hair. “Now Mom if you wanna leave him with me I’ll show him his station and what all he’ll be doing.” “Sounds good.” Mom agreed, “Good luck baby boy.” She kissed me on my forehead and left. “Stand up and take my hand, ok Ronny?” Mrs Bigby said. I stood up and took her hand as she guided me through long hallways. She took me to a room with three people around my Chronological age in it. They were all wearing lab coats. “Hi everyone. This is Ronny, he’s a new youth employee. He’ll be your lab assistant.” “Oh that’s so great.” Said a black man with short dread locks. “I’m Coltrain.” He said, looking over at me. A short blonde woman walked up “I’m Caitlyn.” A balding grumpy white guy stood where he was “I’m Dennis. I’m the boss.” “Caitlyn. Are you comfortable taking primary responsibility for Ronny while he’s in the lab?” “Oh, what would I be watching out for?” “Just make sure he stays on task, goes on his break on time and doesn’t drink any chemicals. Oh and reminding him to use the bathroom wouldn’t be a bad idea, once in a while.” “Oh yeah. I can do that.” I was a little embarrassed, but also excited to have Caitlyn in charge of me. She was gorgeous and around my age chronologically. If I put on the charm maybe we could end up dating. She seemed sweet, I couldn’t help but think what if she adopted me. “Ok, I’ll leave you to it. Ronny, I’m gonna let you finish out the day here, just do everything these three tell you to do. Ok?” “Yes ma’am.” I saluted her. She laughed and left the room. “Ronny, can you go over to the sink and scrub the glass ware and wear the yellow rubber gloves. Some of the chemicals in them are acidic.” Dennis asked. “Sure thing boss!” I saluted him, “Is saluting my new thing?” I thought. “It’s a little cringe, but it is unique.” I walked over and put on the gloves. I noticed Caitlyn keeping an eye on me. “Can I just pour these chemicals down the sink or is there some special procedure?” “The pipes are metal sweety, our acids aren’t strong enough to dissolve metal.” Caitlyn said. “Oh ok. I poured the chemicals down the sink and then filled up the sink with water. I grabbed a cloth and got it wet and soapy before shoving it in as deep as it would go. My fingers were too big to get it to the bottom. Some blue liquid was still in the bottom and as I noticed it dripped on the cloth I also saw the cloth fizzle, blacken, then turn to sludge. A giant hole was quickly made in the cloth. “Umm, Caitlyn, the chemicals are dissolving the cloth.” I called out. “Shit! Did you forget to rinse them before you scrubbed?” Dennis rushed over and grabbed my arm. “Shiiit. You ruined a cloth. We only get so many of these things. It's a budgetary thing.” He sighed and palmed his face. “Rince the glass ware, then clean them.” “Yes sir, sorry sir.” I cringed at my mistake and set the cloth on the counter and then turned the sink on again to rinse the glass ware out. I rinsed each thing then poured them into the sink, which was still full of warm soapy water and then swirled around the soapy water dumping them out. “Excuse me, sir.” I called out “How do I scrub the inside, the holes are too small for my hand.” “Oh we’ve got a long brush.” Dennis replied. I looked around for a long brush, but couldn’t find it. “Where is the brush?” Dennis slammed his work down on the table and rushed over in a huff. He reached up behind the sink and grabbed a brush from a porcelain holder that was in a really obvious spot. “It’s right fuckin’ here.” He handed it to me and walked back. “Sorry sir. I didn’t see it.” “I didn’t see it.” He mocked me in a nerdy little voice that didn’t even make sense because my voice was deeper than his. “Hey go easy on him. He’s just a kid.” Coltrain stood up for me. “It’s his first day.” “Then you fuckin’ handle him! He’s asked for help three times in less than an hour.” “Yeah. That’s fine.” He looked over at me, “If you need help don’t ask Dennis, come to me or Caitlyn.” “Ok, thank you, sir. I will.” I said before I went back to scrubbing. In some time I was done cleaning all the glass ware. “I’m done Coltrain. What should I do now?” “Oh umm. I don’t have anything for you right now so why don’t you sit quietly in the corner and play. Do you have any video games or toys with you?” “I’m not really into video games. Maybe I’ll scroll on tumblr.” “Ok. That works.” I grabbed a chair and brought it to the corner, then sat down and took out my phone. I read for a few minutes before Caitlyn came up to me. “So you use Tumblr?” “Uhh, yeah.” I said, curiously. “I do too. What’s your blog name?” “Oh I’m The_Goop_Goblin.” She choked laughing “Oh nice. I’m Athenas-Wet-Bitch” I laughed too. “I’ll follow you on there.” She said. “We can be mutuals!” Caitlyn went back to working and I scrolled through her blog. She was really into Greek mythology. Specifically hot drawings of the goddesses. I would’ve thought she was a lesbian if it weren’t for her other reblogs. Some were about men being inferior to women and others were videos of really underdeveloped IPD sufferers. Some in their 30’s who were still learning to read or completely in diapers. "At least I’m not that bad.” I thought. Her comments were fun to read too. She said she wanted to adopt one, she just didn’t have the money to reliably take care of one. “But I have a job, so I can help take care of myself.” I smirked an evil smirk and thought “She may be the perfect way to get away from my mom and Trina. I had come in halfway through the day so I noticed everybody packing up. Mrs Bigby walked in “Hey, it’s almost the end of the day if you wanna call a parent to come get you.” “Oh yeah, I would.” I took out my phone and called my mom, no answer. “Shit.” I thought, “She didn’t answer.” I called Gwen, my favourite babysitter, no answer. I groaned at the thought of it. I called Trina. Trina was a woman who was quite a bit younger than me. My mother started hiring her to watch me after school and she never stopped. Sufficed to say Trina’s a real menace. She loves tricking me into making mistakes then reporting those mistakes to my mom. She’s the reason I’m in training pants. I was fully potty trained until I was 17, but Trina kept peeing on my underwear in the laundry basket to make it look like I had accidents. My mom demoted me after my 5th supposed accident. She wouldn’t believe my story and I don't blame her because frankly it’s insane. Trina picked up the phone. “Hey Ronny. What’s going on?” “I’m at Yameshi Labs, can you pick me up from work and watch me until my mom’s free. “Absolutely kiddo! I’ll head right over. I can’t believe you got a job! You’re just like a big boy now!”
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