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@astrodiaper When i travel i make sure to bring all the paperwork for Jojo so there is never a question of his legality. He has a legal badge too, but unfortunately those can be easily duplicated, paperwork not so easily. I WIN. 

Yet another diaper myth has been dispelled, within the walls of my house; my daughter was looking for nitrile gloves, to bring to school for a morning that they are going to spend picking up post-snowmelt detritus from the boulevards and fields in that neighbourhood. I had a thought that there might be some liability concerns, unleashing a gaggle of students to go pick debris from the ground, fentanyl being as popular as it is, but this school is well into the suburbs, and people do their fentanyl in their own backyards, I guess. She announced what she needed in the kitchen, and my wife immediately said, "Talk to your dad, he probably has gloves he uses for his diapers..."  I'm not making this up, people. So, earlier this week, we addressed that I do not, in fact, lie down like a toddler, in order to get a nappy on. Now, we're at "diaper gloves"? What exactly would they be? Are they for disposing of the dead soldiers? Or does one wear them, whilst in the act of changing? I never had diaper gloves, back when we had people in the house wearing diapers, who could not reliably change themselves (although on some memorable occasions, I sorely wanted some...).  Don't get me wrong, I can see where they could come in handy. I don't engage in a second act, in my nappy, very often, but it has happened, and the main reason it doesn't happen, except out of dire necessity, or mutiny, is because it takes me longer, and I employ more consumables, when that happens, than when I just use the potty like a big boy for the once, or maybe twice a day that it's typically called for, blue-moon-rare, ill-advised Taco Bell forays aside. But, when I've found myself contemplating the aftermath of having taken a load off my shoulders, so to speak, I do sometimes think that gloves could be handy. Or a 1000 PSI pressure washer. But I don't have a trove of dedicated "diaper gloves".  However, I was not about to engage in the above-described musings, out loud, on that topic - I'll go back to what I said earlier, about every relationship requiring a bit of magic be maintained. I think my wife knows that I don't poop my pants habitually, 7 years in diapers, or no, but I don't want to talk about it... and particularly not while wearing a fairly pendulous BeDry Night - which, as an aside, they now call the BeDry Night Premium. They snuck the premium in there at some point - I wonder if they are charging for it.  So, I just said, "I have a box of nitrile gloves in the garage, ahem, for handling the lawn & pool chemicals and such, thank you, and you can certainly take as many as you like of those."  Rearz, by the way, just announced that their next Warehouse Sale, alleged to be their best sale of the year, runs from May 7th to 11th. InControl, their plain-Jane medically-themed sister company, just ran a sale, but it was underwhelming. I idly considered placing an order, and probably should have done, but I didn't get that "Strike while the iron is hot!" cumpulsion, from 15% off, and only on a couple of models that I don't usually buy. The BeDry EliteCare, for example, was on sale, but I never really understood where they were meant to be placed, within the Rearz pantheon. They cost about as much as the Night version, but don't hold as much, and they come in packs of 36, whereas the daytime ones, while being a medium-duty, rather than a heavy-duty product, are notably - about $1.25 a unit - less expensive, and they're still better than most of what I would call my "daytime" diaper options. So, I buy the Nights and the non-nights, but I skip the EliteCare's - I bought a case when they first came out, just to know, and I haven't gone back.  Although that world is changing, too, because I have been more adventurous this year, in just wearing a big old nappy, if I think I can do so with reasonable discretion. I'm not impervious to the potential indignities of having my diaper spotted, but experience has taught me that nobody pays much attention, and if I'm wearing the right clothes, it's just not likely to be an issue. Being under-diapered is more indiscreet than being over-diapered, is what I'm saying.  Anyway, I will watch the Rearz sale with interest; they sometimes list InControl products in any case, whereas the inverse is not true - I guess they figure that would-be ABDL shoppers might want a nappy to wear to a doctor's appointment that doesn't suggest that they have a collection of stuffies in their bed. Whereas people shopping for dignity pants for Uncle Herold might be scandalized to learn that diapers aren't just for sad people. 

My wife is very supportive and encouraging. A few months ago, I began wearing to deal with long workdays (I have had IBS-D in the past). Turns out, I never ended up having to use them. And honestly, I never want to use them for their intended purpose. I was very surprised that I ended up enjoying the padded experience. I think, for me, the kick is that it’s like humiliation and chastity rolled into one and we’ve done some scenes like that, where I’m padded, hands tied to bedposts, and she writes on the front, “Property of K” so I don’t forget I only belong to her 😂  It has kind of spiced up our intimate life, unexpectedly. It’s not something I NEED, but it’s nice sometimes, whether we’re doing a scene or I’m just chilling after work or both. The only time I wear when I’m out is when I’m expecting my gut to give me trouble, because hell, to put it metaphorically, it’s best to wear body armor on days you’re expecting to get shot at, right? And K has been encouraging the whole way. She said to me, while touching my cheek, “there’s no shame in this family.” I love her very much.

I tremblingly await a similar outcome: as I mentioned, the trend line is only pointing in one direction. Apart from the insta-crisis with respect to nappy disposal (that I suspect the council won't care about), there is another problem that MAY offer us at least a stay of execution here. A similar trial of a 4 bin system (with general waste collection shifted back from a weekly to fortnightly cadence) failed at a nearby shire recently due to public health concerns. We live at around 25 degrees latitude: around the same distance from the equator as Miami, or at a similar longitude to the UK, Algeria. It turns out that 2 weeks worth of putrifiable rubbish stored outside in a wheelie bin during the warmer parts of the year (which let's face it, is MOST of the year) wasn't nice. Over a tropical-heat fortnight these bins became pressure cookers of decomposition that not merely smelt terrible, they were accelerating biological evolution.  The rats had put it about on social media and gotten to the point where they were moving the bins around the neighbourhood themselves, like food trucks for rodents.   Eventually common sense prevailed and they council just jacked up the waste fees for the residents in return for preserving the status quo.

I posted about this the other day! Happens to me.