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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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By FingerToes · Posted
Whatever you do, I implore you: do not suppress this part of yourself. Speaking from years—decades, in fact, of personal struggle and hard-won experience, I can tell you that trying to bury this need does absolutely no good. The energy spent on suppression is wasted; it only intensifies the feeling and creates a vicious cycle of mental anguish. The time will come when you find a partner, a girlfriend, and at some point in that relationship, you must let her know. This is not optional if you seek a healthy, honest, and sustainable future together. The absolute worst thing you can do is lead her on, allowing her to invest her heart in a relationship built on a foundational secret. I speak from the painful lessons of my own life. I did this with my first two marriages. I genuinely believed, with every fiber of my being, that love for my wives could somehow "cure" me or overpower the need to be little and wear diapers. This feeling has been a part of my identity since I was nine years old, and for a long, painful time, I fought it tooth and nail. My life became a demoralizing, exhausting binge and purge cycle. I would swear I was done, telling myself I was finally free and would never return to diapers again, only to find myself inevitably drawn back, often with a profound sense of failure and shame. I thought my deep, sincere love for someone else could be a substitute for or conquer my inherent psychological need. That was a lie—a devastating deception I perpetuated on myself and, tragically, on my partners. The consequence of keeping this hidden is multi-layered and corrosive. Firstly, it causes immense and crippling mental stress for you as you constantly manage the logistics and emotional weight of a secret life. Secondly, and just as damaging, it creates a fundamental distrust in the marriage, even before the secret is revealed, because you are holding back a huge part of who you are. This deception inevitably breeds resentment, not just from your partner when they find out, but within yourself for living a half-life. Luckily, my journey took a positive turn with my second wife. She found out—not through my confession, but by accident—and instead of ending the relationship, we were able to work around it. This was the turning point where I finally learned the peace that comes with acceptance and honesty. I must be clear: she is not, nor does she want to be, my "mommy" or caregiver in that sense, and that is a boundary we both respect. However, and this is the crucial part, she accepts and supports that side of me completely. She allows me the necessary time alone to safely regress, to be in my little space without judgment or interference. I am profoundly okay with this arrangement; in fact, I am incredibly happy and content because I can finally be my authentic self without the fear of discovery or condemnation. I sincerely hope sharing my experience helps you navigate your own journey. The path to self-acceptance is often difficult, but finding someone who accepts your truth is the greatest gift. I wish you nothing but luck, love, and genuine connection in your future, with a partner who embraces every facet of who you are. By the value that you have in the friendship with this individual and don't abuse it. That is really something special to have. Be something special back to her. -
By Kaylaindiapers · Posted
“Yeah I understand!” He said excitedly as he was thinking how he would be a big boy again and never wear a stupid diaper again! James didn’t know what to do or say.. He thought about telling her that he wet a little but would she say that was his one chance and say what a baby he is! “No b-but um ok.” He stuttered nervously he figured if it was just a little wet he’d be ok… James knew for sure he could stay dry tjen he could say he was a big boy and everyone knows big boys don’t get put down for naps.. -
By Wittlebabiboi · Posted
No way you're taking up my idea lol -
By FingerToes · Posted
I want to echo many of the sentiments Brian shared, but from my own perspective. Being close in age, I find a deep relatability in his experiences. For me, the attraction to diapers and the desire to embrace my "little" side began around the age of nine. Growing up as an only child, I wasn't exposed to traditional baby gear like diapers in my immediate environment, yet somehow I was still profoundly drawn to them. It was a subconscious quest for comfort and a sense of stability, a realization that has taken a long, challenging journey to fully understand and accept. My childhood was shaped by the lack of the internet and the demands of my parents' business. They became self-employed when I was about six, which meant they were often absent. I experienced a very isolating upbringing, which, while not uncommon for my generation, was difficult. My father was verbally abusive toward my mother and never wanted children, thus being an only child, which added to the instability at home. He resented me growing up and I felt it. I would return from school around six and often not see my parents until 7 p.m. or later. Even weekends were dedicated to keeping their business afloat. This solitude, however, inadvertently gave me the chance to explore my nascent desires. My resources were limited, so I would improvise, fashioning diapers out of towels and trash bags. It might sound funny now, but those makeshift items were what I had. Through it all, my stuffed animals were a constant source of solace, my most trusted companions. This part of my life remained a deeply guarded secret for decades. It wasn't until I turned sixteen, got my driver's license, and started working part-time that I could begin secretly acquiring actual diapers, pacifiers, and other items. I became adept at keeping this entire aspect of my life hidden. The internal struggle was intense, leading to a destructive cycle of "binge and purge" that persisted well into my 40s, which many talk about on here. This cycle was fueled by deep-seated frustration, shame, and self-anger. I was trapped in a continuous battle: I simultaneously despised and desperately needed this part of myself. In my 30s and even early 40s, I sought professional help, including hypnosis with a specialist in my city, hoping to eradicate these feelings. It was unsuccessful. F Like Brian, I see myself as fundamentally kind and compassionate. I would not hesitate to help anyone or any animal in need. My personal life has included two marriages. In my first marriage, I managed to keep my "little" side completely concealed. Even my closest friend of thirty years, whom my children know as their "uncle" (he came out as gay five years into our friendship after a couple of attempts at suicide), was never told. I simply didn't have the courage. My second wife eventually discovered this part of me. While she doesn't fully "condone" it in the traditional sense, she offers profound support. She understands and accepts that I wear diapers and onesies when she is not around. Critically, my lifelong habit of sleeping with stuffed animals—a constant through both marriages—remains, but the pacifier was added to my nightly routine only after her discovery and acceptance. She thoughtfully grants me personal time for self-care when I need it and actively helps me maintain this privacy from my now two teenage daughters. She is the love of my life and my best friend, and I would never want to jeopardize our relationship. Many here would love their wife to be their Mommy. Not me, I want my wife to see me as the man that she fell in love with, so I am comfortable with the continued separation. I have come to a firm belief: after all the struggle and internal conflict, if I were to somehow remove this "little" side of me, I would lose something far more valuable. I believe I would diminish my capacity for compassion towards others. I would lose the essential childlike spirit that allowed me to play spontaneously and joyfully with my children when they were younger, and the wellspring of spontaneity that characterizes my life. I wouldn't say I have learned to love my little side, but I've reached a place of comfortable acceptance, recognizing and valuing him as an integral part of who I am. To attempt to extract something so deeply integrated into our very being is futile; it is a part of us. I constantly remind myself, and everyone in this community, that we are so much more than the diapers or the act of being little. We must not allow that single aspect to overshadow the whole person, including the part that, sadly, most of the world will never understand. My "little me" has immense value to my adult self, shaping the man I am today, and I will never try to change it again. It has taken the vast majority of my life to reach this crucial point of self-acceptance with some therapy. This is the profound power of a place like this community—a resource and a source of understanding I desperately wish I had known about earlier in my life. Knowing I wasn't alone all along would have saved me decades of internal torment. So, in a short answer, no, I wouldn’t change it anymore. -
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