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By wetdiaper55 · Posted
Great chapter . I love reading the story .Mommy needs a diaper bag ,and a changing pad for her baby . -
By backdoorlarry · Posted
Smarten up or it'll happen again and again. Have a trusted family member help you with anything you have to do with money. People are thieves if they're asking you for money online. Consider everyone a criminal until you know better. I'm 67 and I've just about seen it all. -
A shortcut to becoming an expert is to find a field of endeavour sufficiently obscure so as to make expertise rare. This dramatically increases the odds of one pulling ahead of the pack in terms of technological insight and thusly the one-eyed man may become king. I became an expert in wearing and using nappies whilst successfully pretending to be a grown-up. Arguably the society may have benefitted more if I’d chosen Oncology (and the pay would be better) but each to our ability I suppose. As a consequence of this “expertise” (and I use the word reservedly) I find myself being mistaken for some kind of incredibly topically-specific oracle and my insights are occasionally sought after. Whilst “sought after” might be a relative term for such a tiny backwater of human knowledge, I’m probably ahead of Toxteth O’Grady and his unparalleled competency in nasal marshmallow installation (go ahead and Google this: you know you want to). One of the benefits of being asked for my thoughts is that it forces me to pause and collect them. That’s called thinking. Thinking is vastly underrated these days as it often offends Governments and interferes with social media business strategy. This week’s thinking had me attempting to answer what it felt like to be wearing and use nappies ALL the time, this far into my journey (more than several years). I waited behind my keyboard, a blank window on the screen before me for my thoughts to coalesce into words that might be frozen in text. Apart from the cursor blinking, nothing much else happened. I couldn’t think of anything in particular to say. These days I mostly only think about my nappy by exception. It’s just there. I wonder if this was the way things were when I was a toddler. I can remember many fragments of my nappy-clad toddlerhood. In those memories nothing features of the presumably-pee-sodden towelling, pins and plastic pants wrapping my midriff because I knew of nothing else. Presumably they were just part of my world like air and gravity. Sure, I still get the odd moments of nappy thought break-through. I still find it decadently delicious to wake up after a cold winter’s night in a warm and wet terry towelling night nappy having absolutely no desire nor need to follow my beloved’s arduous dawn trek across the frigid floor tiles from the bed to the bathroom in the early morning gloom. I still get a glimmer of some strange satisfaction when I realise (whilst typically engrossed in something else: a difficult soduko puzzle invariably does the trick) that suddenly I’m wetting myself but this absolutely does not matter. I still find sagging, leaking, rashes or any other kind of nappy discomfort to be very, very annoying. This sort of thing brings my nappy back into my attention fairly smartly: a bit like the airbag in your car deploying but slightly less dramatic. In general however, the whole phenomenon of standing around, captivated and amazed by my strange choice of underwear however faded quickly with 24/7. The initial novelty at least lasted a few weeks at best although longer term worries with respect to leakage, discovery and possible lynching persisted longer. Acute awareness of being wet didn’t last long either. It didn’t take me THAT longer into my 24/7 nappy journey. Probably only a couple of months. I guess this was simply due to the fact that I was by then mostly wet anyway so it got normalised. It’s easier to notice “wet” in cloth nappies because cloth is like that but even then, sometimes I can still forget – especially if I’m still (ie: not squishing about). It can be very tough to notice “wet” in a well-fitted, not-too-drenched adult disposable though (early on) I still had a pretty good grip on when and where those wettings occurred however. I may not have been noticed feeling wet but part of my brain knew I was. Then there’s the actual act of wetting. In the early days, having a long comfortable wee whilst standing on a travelator crowded with shoppers at a mall might, as you’d expect, set off some psychological alarm bells. That fades. A lot. I’ve written before about the decision to wet my nappy eventually fading from “momentous” to a “micro-decision” and therefore becoming swiftly forgettable. It seems that by now such micro-decisions are the new normal. This to the point where I’m routinely wet during the day without specifically recalling the occasion(s) where I became so. I can’t easily discriminate between “dry” and “wet” nights anymore (I suspect they are mostly “wet” to some extent or another). Once these milestones have been crossed there are vast amounts of the day where I don’t think about my nappies at all. They’re still there but I don’t “hear” them that much. I guess that shouldn’t be surprising. I doubt most vanilla people spend much of their day considering their underpants. Although they might if they wet them I suppose. In the field of analogue radio communications, radio receivers often have a specific circuit and associated control designed to silence meaningless audio, only activating the speaker upon receipt of an actual, meaningful message. The standard background noise and static is otherwise filtered out. Amusingly, this is known as a “squelch control”. It seems I have developed a mental squelch control with respect to my nappies. This eponymity amuses me. I guess that’s the mundanity having peed exclusively in your pants for the best part of a decade. At some point you stop noticing and ipso facto, fail to realise that this loss of insight has happened until somebody or something forces you to stop and think about it. But that “fade to background” trick never seems to have inclined me to stop using them. The strange emotional comfort remains un-faded. It seems the thrill of a secret wee, the decadent pleasure of a long, wet lie-in and the sensory pleasure of a private warm bath from time to time aren’t the primary reasons I wear them but the thought of going without one brings with it a measure of quiet dread. Ask me anything. It helps stopping me forget stuff. -
By soggypobby · Posted
Hi and welcome from the UK. It is nice to know that sharing your journey is helpful, and that you trust this community to do so. Always open to a pm if you wanted to chat and understand my journey. -
Huh? This used to be a story where many adults were incontinent. Now it has suddenly turned into a dystopia with robots that monitor and arbitrarily detain people.
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