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My apologies....THINK I am recovered enough post op to resume posting.....I couldn't see straight until a couple of days ago. I am once again climbing out of the pit of depression....all due to Dr's telling me "good chance this surgery helps with your headache"....Something I have heard I can't recall how many times! Each time my hopes go up, each time they're quickly DASHED!   Just want to *SCREAM* F*********************************************CK! at the top of my lungs until I drop dead already! I need to get back to trying to recruit enough people to get that support group building up to where we have MORE people than we know what to do with, then launch it, hopefully early next year unless we somehow come up with several dozen ready to rock earlier!  

This is very well articulated, and 100% true. My gut on this conundrum, not that you've asked for it, is to beg forgiveness and make it up to her later, if you really feel like the circumstances are not going to wait for best laid plans of mice and men. I lost a parent not that long ago, and I have another one hanging on by fingernails. My relationship with the former was pretty good, while my history with the latter, belies the detente we have achieved lately. You have a lifetime to make it up to her, whereas you may never be able to make it up to you, if you don't put the (-30-) at the end of this story, regardless of what your dad or anyone else may make of it. It's the right thing to do. My thought is to drive down - sounds like an interesting trip, watch the 'roos - and tell your wife that you'll pick her up at the airport, on a moment's notice, if she can somehow break free. IE, you have to go, and you want her to come to, but you understand if she can't, and you'll facilitate her coming, in any way you can, but, again, you have to go. This is not a vacation. Plus, you have complete autonomy, and no obligation to subject yourself to uncomfortable circumstances for a second longer than you're willing to put up with. Everybody wins. 

My results with cloth like, except the Megamax, have been nothing short of HORRIBLE! IF I HAD TO, I *COULD* wear the cloth like Megamax...that would require a total lack of availability of the PE Megamax or even Betterdry though. Just don't have the same level of confidence that I do with a PE diaper.....I have lived through dripping wet pants, standing in a lake of pee with a near full grocery cart ONCE! That was one of the worst days of my life! I will do EVERYTHING POSSIBLE to ENSURE  I never relive that horrific night. Amazed I didn't die on the drive home that night, 80+mph on 35mph speed limit roads, but I was home in literally a few minutes!  You experience that once in your life???? Trust me! You NEVER would wish it on your worst enemy. It is worse than any picture I can paint describing it and the 22+ years have not diminished that memory even a little bit!

Wow, ancient thread here. Not the oldest I've seen, but impressive. I was going to chime in about my desire to have a backyard private enough for diapered yard work during the daylight hours, however satellite surveillance has never been on my radar, and this is after six additional years of technological developments. Gates' idea has been eclipsed by Musk's implementation. But I don't think I'm that interesting, regardless of what I'm wearing.  We live in a bit of a countrified setting, which means more space between the houses, but also, a dearth of fences; people rely instead on the lack of proximity, and on hedges and trees, for privacy. It works pretty well - I have no qualms about working around my pool or my yard, in a big diaper, under shorts or whatever. But in terms of hanging out in just a diaper, I've only ever done that after dark, usually on errands rather than just for the sake of doing it. I've said to my wife that I wouldn't mind if our next house was smaller, but had a more private yard, and she concurs with that, although probably not for the same reasons... I'd enjoy being able to have the sun on my diaper, and a beer in my hand, or whatever. And if someone wants to spend the GDP of a small country, to zoom in on me, from space, maybe I should be flattered. Drones might be the more logical threat, these days, although the only ones I've ever noticed around my neighbourhood have been operated on behalf of real estate agents. But I guess it's the drone you don't see, that you should most fear. But again, I'm boring, even in plastic underpants.  As to why I'd want to be outside in a diaper, that's harder to answer. It would just feel affirming, I guess? Or maybe nostalgic? Diapers for me weren't just "underwear", growing up - they were pajamas, and casualwear, I guess - my parents have pictures of me in a diaper unwrapping presents in front of the Christmas tree, and I'd often spend Saturday and Sunday mornings watching Looney Tunes on the couch, under a blanket, in a diaper. Actual outdoor wearing of one, by itself, as a kid, I don't recall - it probably happened at the cottage, or when we camped, but I have no concrete memories to point to. I have zero interest in doing it anywhere remotely public, but given a safe space, it's something I want to have as an option. That might be illogical, but then again, my wearing diapers fulltime is also, let's face it, illogical. 

Where do you live that you are in this much REAL fear?? Find some soft music, a comfortable chair, no lights and try to get lost in the music....... I feel for you. I've been struggling with my own medical issues, this is my 1st real post since I had surgery a week and a half ago (HELL has to be better than reliving that, AGAIN!) but we're here. We'll do what we can to help.   Find some balance.   CptKirk