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For reasons known only unto my deranged psyche, pee dreams are “back” this week. Somebody asked about them somewhere on the forums. Perhaps my response was some cue. On such pee dream springs to mind as I could recall it so vividly. In it, I’d travelled to another city interstate on a business trip: something I haven’t done now for six long years. I suspect it was some kind of corporate staff meeting as we were staying in a rather complicated set of inter-connected villas and all of the common areas were infested with plague proportions of colleagues. I hated those corporate staff offsite events. They were designed largely to stroke the fragile little egos of the sales force (of which I was not a part) and invariably seemed to finish up with excruciatingly bad drunken karaoke at midnight on day #1 and endless powerpoint slides viewed through hangovers on day 2 before a red-eye flight home. Strangely, my beloved was with me (this almost NEVER happened in real life). I was dimly aware that it was a two bedroom villa and my beloved became very cross when a co-worker took up residence in the other bedroom. I wasn’t so bothered. It wasn’t as though it was a shared hotel room (which I’d eventually drawn the line at subjecting myself to). Shared multi-bedroom units happened (depending on location) at these events sometimes and since every bedroom had a private bathroom and was pretty much self-enclosed, I didn’t mind. The bigger problem I had was managing my nappy use to remain within my budget of nappies that dominated my suitcase. That was real enough. I can recall numerous corporate travel trips where I was the only guy with a suitcase for the 3 night trip. It was full of nappies. I’d gone to the bathroom to change out of my night nappy before enduring a day of PowerPoint torture and too many conference mints. My beloved would presumably spend the day sightseeing in the exotic locale to which my employer had flown us but provided zero scope in the agenda to allow us to see for ourselves (this DID actually happen in real life with depressing regularity). Mid-change, transiently pants-and-nappy free at the sink I suddenly realised I was about to pee. Now. I hadn’t even got as far as turning on the tap: the usual cue for pee these days. Looking before me I realised the sink was filled with some socks and t-shirts that I was probably planning on washing there (this did NOT happen in real life). For some ineffable piece of dream logic, instead of just allowing myself to pee in the sink (given the urgency of the situation), I grabbed that washing and held it against myself like a nappy. It NEVER occurred to me to find a toilet (which logically, must have been close by) but I was aware that I did not wish to start my working day in a nappy that was already wet so I used the resources that came to hand. Immediately I felt the unmistakable sensory signature of cloth padding getting wet at my crotch. There was too much pee. I thought there was only going to be a couple of drops but no. I tried to clench off the flow. Just as in real life these days, my efforts did make the stream falter but it would not stop. After its stumble at my clench it immediately resumed as strong as ever. Accepting my fate I gave up, pushed the wad of clothing closer to my crotch and felt it go from “warm” to “sodden and warm” around me whilst I waited for things to finish. There was far more pee than I anticipated but at least it remained at my crotch. My legs (and presumably the floor) remained mercifully dry. Now I really DID have to wash the socks and t-shirt that had been inexplicably stored in the sink. I remembered this the next morning when I awoke to find myself in an unusually wet terry towel night nappy. I had the warm-bird-bath thing going on under my bum. It was obvious that the dream was explaining a nocturnal nappy wetting that I didn't much wake up for. I’ve mentioned before that at some point in the recent past, the daily reality of exclusively wearing (and peeing in) nappies has finally permeated my dreams. I no longer dream about peeing in gardens or toilets when sleep wetting. I’ve started dreaming about wetting my nappies (or sometimes oddly, the bed). Except it’s not always just a dream. -
Gosh, does oznl mean me? I think he must. I'd better chip in my tuppence then. Firstly, I'm relatively quiet these days because my AB/nappy activities have settled down to a stable lifestyle with little new to report. Yes, I'm permanently in cloth nappies, with some exceptions such as holidays and longer walks, when I need to be in disposables. Secondly, yes I did put my AB side into the closet for 20 years to raise a family, and I did it willingly. It was worth it to avoid my wife worrying it could affect the kids. And I always knew things would have to change when the kids left home. My wife knew I was an AB from the outset, but I still had to play the long game to get to her accepting my 24/7 nappy wearing. We got there though, and it works well for both of us now. Mistakes? Actually, not really. Incidents along the way, of course. Regrets, none. OK, down to giving my response to nappybum's questions, with your leave assumed, oznl: Probably about 10 4ft terry squares, and maybe 8 velcro-fastening washables from Dotty Diapers. I've also got about 20 terry soakers 20 inches square that I fold into thirds. Typically I'll use 3 of these in the day, & a couple at night. I try to use just 2 nappies per 24 hours. I tend to wear the Dotty nappies in the winter months during the day, and terry in the day in the summer months. Nights are all in terry. I'm normally rotating 5 nappies: washing every other day. I never use powder. Sudocrem for a day or two after I've shaved down there to hold off nappy rash, but only sparingly. The Chinese/butterfly fold works well for me, and it's all I ever use. I fasten them with a Snappi at the waist and a pin at each thigh. Similarly to oznl really. Every morning it's just before my shower, on the toilet, and I usually operate pretty regularly. I've had some close calls, as I don't have the level of control I used to have. I don't relish the clean-up so generally avoid it. I just wanted the lack of control of my toilet functions, to go back to being as helpless as a baby. As far as I'm aware I've little control of my wetting these days, but then I haven't made any attempt to control it for a few years now. And I love wearing a nappy too. And plastic pants, for that matter. Yep. If you're sure you want it, and it sounds like you do, go for it, take your partner along with you all the way, and never look back. Who dares wets. -
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By astrodiaper · Posted
Sandwich. Maybe some soup if it’s cooled off enough in my apartment. Chips if it isn’t. -
By Huggies wearer · Posted
A fresh size 7 Huggies snug & dry. It's still dry at the moment, probably not for long though.
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