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Prior to going 24/7 with nappies (wet only) a little over 7 years ago, things like this would NEVER happen. Fast forward and now they do. Fortunately they remain rare but I've filled a few nappies that I wasn't planning to. There is that feeling of monumental relief when you realise the battle is lost and you might as well just lean into it and it's even initially comfortable but the clean-up is invariably barnyard stuff and hideous. I hope that they remain rare but if they DO happen, at least I'm dressed for them these days. I suspect there is some loss of muscle tone in my pelvic floor as I never bother with bladder control any more. -
No. You've just DIY'ed cloth lined plastic pants the purpose of which is to catch and hold minor leaks from disposables. I wear terry-lined plastic pants at night if I'm in disposables. Prior to these, I might use a pull-up terry nappy-pant (effectively underwear) under plastic pants for the same result. For a bit I experimented wearing underpants between my nappy and me. The purpose of this was that the cloth material wicked pee quite well making much more of the disposable usable. Prior to this, the nappy would saturate out at the front and then leak with the bum area dry. It felt just like wearing a cloth nappy. I got sick of the extra laundry and "BeDry" solved the problem another way by developing a nappy that wicks moisture better.
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This is a story that I feel the need to get off my chest and this is really the only place I can safely tell it, my hope is that at least someone can get a laugh from my misfortune. I premise this by saying that while I love diapers, I do not enjoy messing, the smell makes me ill and the clean up is a shit show. This story begins with my breakfast of an omelette right before heading out into the city for a certain exhibit. My stomach does not quite like eggs as much as I do, and I end up getting pretty bad diarrhea but I thought because I'd taken care of my bathroom issue in the toilet that I'd be fine for the trip. Driving to the train station takes about 40 minutes and during that time I was drinking my ice coffee, which was to my dismay a terrible idea. That coffee hit hard as soon as I pulled into the parking garage my tummy starts to roil in a bad way and I can feel my bowels holding in what's going to be a fucking shit torrent. So here I am praying I can make it down to the toilet and trying to hold back as much as I can while going down the stairs and already I'm starting to leak against my wishes. By the time I made it to the ticket kiosk machine, it was already too late for me. So knowing I was wearing a diaper at the time, I did the only reasonable thing left to me at the time and just let go and filled the back of it. The relief was near instantaneous, and I thought, ah well, no huge issue, I'll be able to just use the bathroom beyond the gate and clean up. This is where my luck turned from bad to worse, the single stall bathroom was already in use and the announcement for my train arriving came over the intercom. So I make the journey up the stairs with the mess in the back of my diaper now clinging to the bottom of my backside and tops of my thighs. Ride the subway for 30 minutes, change lines to get to the terminal I need to be at where I can finally have enough space (and a stall) to clean up. About forty minutes total from mess to a decent bathroom, while desperately standing in the train car corner hoping no one notices the smell through my diaper. Finally getting into the bathroom then into the stall, I'm finally able to drop my pants down, unbutton my onesie to get access to the diaper tabs. pull it off and roll it up as best I can. (I was wearing the Goth Brat Pamps from LFB) I spent the next five minutes cleaning myself up with scratchy as hell public bathroom toilet paper, trying and failing not to get shit on my fingers, then thankfully being able to dispose of the messy diaper with no one else in the bathroom at that time. Washed my hands twice over, went back into the stall and wiped myself down with soaped up wet paper towels. 0/10 experience, would not repeat. HOWEVER! I was immensely grateful to be wearing a diaper at the time of the incident and the relief of not having to "hold it back" any longer, despite being in public, honestly felt amazing. So that's the whole story beginning to end, I'm relieved to have gotten this off my chest to a hopefully appreciative audience.
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