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Pretty much everything (dry diapers, wet diaper pail, etc) live in an area of our walk-in closet. There are some cases in the garage on a high shelf that look like generic brown boxes. I'd say that our house cleaners might have an inkling, but no direct proof. I care less about it, but my wife rather insists that the house is kept clean and neat... and the proper storage of diapers and such just falls out of that, not specifically because they are diapers.

Those Carer images are also at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL81PP5N ...wow. That is some serious AI slop. I thought someone was faking the ads but... wow.

... why does the add appear to be showing the model wearing this over a diaper?

I also use cloth at night. When I've been wetting a lot, or expect to wet, I use pinned-on prefolds. I am a male side-sleeper, so rather than putting the soaker down the center like Freta, I put it across my stomach at the front of the diaper, hip-to-hip, which works great for me to eliminate leaks. (While bulk between my legs is nice sometimes, for daily sleeping it's nice not to have it.) The nice thing about cloth is you can arrange it in a way that is both functional and comfortable, when you figure out what that is... I use four pins (or snappeez sometimes)... one on each side to create a good solid cuff around my leg, and one at the top to adjust the hip. When I am more unlikely to wet... it's been a while, I haven't had alcohol recently, and my wife doesn't give me the side-eye that she's worried she's going to wake up sharing my puddle, I will use the pull-up diapers from Adult Cloth Diaper. Easier, especially for naps or when I might fall asleep in the chair watching a game or something. The All-In-Ones never worked for me (and are difficult to launder), and pocket diapers just plain fail for side sleepers in my experience...

Well, remember that my original reason for playing around with this was to explore the ideas in a fictional story that I wrote, to see if they held any water at all. I constructed the device as I had in my mind in the story, or so, given what I could find available at the time. Remember that I do have an electrical engineering background, but not biology, physiology, psychiatry, etc... I was doing this from the 'I wonder what happens if I press this button... ouch!' engineering point of view. And that's why I don't want to provide too much help. I think this was a fun thing, and I really want to see what others come up with, but I REALLY don't want to pretend that using a dog shock collar on my genitals was a well thought out plan based on an understanding of human physiology any more than, "Huh, wonder if that actually works, let's see." I want to be really clear... doing that experiment on me, I don't have a problem with. Other people making their own choices based on their own ethics and research, I don't have a problem with and enjoy hearing about if they choose to share. But me enabling someone else to do that to themselves by providing instructions or details as if I had thought about all the implications... No. Hard ethical line for me.

They can also "un-recover". The thing about cloth diapers is they are effectively a sponge of course, and I find they can absorb, release under pressure, and re-absorb, perhaps in a different area, as pressures and gravity dictates. Now, most of my experience is at night (where I wear them for need), and much more rarely during the day (where I where them when... well... when no one is around to judge...), but I find it's not that hard to tell when the area that is about to receive a "press out test", courtesy of my lack of exercise recently, is not going to be able to maintain containment. Particularly when everything around the impacted area is also saturated, and the easiest escape path will be a leg gather, the diaper is done. My usual night diaper, which is a pinned-on flat-fold diaper and some strategically located extra padding to deal with side-sleeping, can last 12+ hours in bed, but will quickly leak in the morning if I try to use it while making coffee because I don't put much bulk between my legs and under my butt. My rambling IPA-fueled answer... since you can fold an position cloth in so many ways it's not an easy answer. But if you squeeze the sponge (by sitting or such) and there's nothing left to absorb, the contents of the diaper will take the easiest path to the most difficult-to-clean surface available.

(Sorry for the tangent on this story thread. For any further discussion let's take it to the Trainer thread linked above! ) Well, as the one who wrote the story and did the experiment... I'm not sure if say that so concretely, @Bonsai. Besides myself, I know of about five other people that have tried this. Several tried it for 3-4 days, and didn't report back any significant results. One tried to replicate my experience (and the story), and, like me, had some problems the first day but didn't have any longer term loss of continence either. I only know of one person who went all in, made a much more durable and well-crafted device, and wore it for weeks, day and night. He told me that after two weeks he was wetting without realizing it for 'a few days', and then was going to put it back on for 'a few more weeks'. I never heard back. So there is definitely 'something' to this, yes, but I'd definitely not make a claim that it's realistic to expect irreversible results in any short time frame... Again, I apologize for the tangent and please take any followup discussion on this to the other thread.

I just want to say, Little Sherri, that I so appreciate your writing and sharing. I appreciate that you take the time to write, share, and pontificate on the realities of living a life in crinkly underwear!

I'm humbled that this story that I wrote so long ago keeps getting positive comments and being bubbled back to the surface. I'll go back to the abandoned sequel and see if I can extract some ideas. I see that it was 2018 when I said I was writing it, so I'll have to dig back in my archives... Well...

Oh, hell no. And that, right there, is why I could never live in your upside down world... I can deal with black widows where I live, as they are conveniently sized for most reasonable extermination techniques, preferably that involve fire from a distance, but anything that could stare me down, 8 eyes to 2, is right out.

I've said this before, but you asked and I just had a 9% Mega Gummy Worms beer from New Glory, and then another, so... I trained myself back to sleep wetting about 25 years ago. I say sleep wetting and not bedwetting because I have a chance of wetting anytime I fall asleep... my bed... the couch... an airplane... a car... a movie... This seemed great at first, but over time life changed. I got married, had a child, and so on. A few times I tried to get dry again, and it didn't work. A big time was when my young daughter got out of diapers and... I didn't. That wasn't a great time, especially because when my daughter arrived my wife and I agreed that we (my daughter and I) would wear cloth diapers, and it's really hard to be discreet when you're wearing a cloth diaper around the house, especially when I became the only one. For a number of years I had rather convinced myself that I could, you know, stop whenever I wanted to. It took my wife essentially declaring my attempt to get dry again over, and insisting that I be diapered when there was a chance I might fall asleep, that I realized that I had been deluding myself. At that point, yes, I regretted it. Over time, though, I've come to peace with it. Diapers really do bring me comfort and security, and while I may wish the sleep wetting was perhaps not quite as aggressive as it is, it is what it is, and in the end I think it's the right thing for me. TL;DR: It's complicated.

A recent event... I was flying to the East coast on a red eye, so as is normal for me I wore a good diaper (Megamax) and a onesie under jeans and an un-tucked button-down shirt, had a gin and tonic or two, and passed out for the 5 hour flight. As also is normal for me, I woke up quite wet as we were landing. The humbling part came during the layover. I had a fairly tight connection, I needed to pee, I had a pretty well-used diaper on... and it must have been National Spicy Burrito night the night before, because all of the men's restrooms I passed had lines for the stalls. So, not only was I going to not have a some-what isolated place to change, I was going to have wait, and then have an audience of people staring at my stall, wondering what I was doing and probably catching glimpses through the huge gaps in the doors. And, of course, the bathrooms all seemed silent, with only an occasional "whoosh" to mask any sounds, so the Megamax tape sounds would, I imagined, remove any doubt was to what was happening. I might as well have just stood out in the open. Between the need to pee, and the reality of likely falling asleep and wetting again on the next flight, I was trying to convince myself that I was just going to have to bite the bullet and deal with the public nature of changing a wet diaper with an audience. I am in no way an exhibitionist, and I have no 'exposure kink' or anything of the sort that might have made it at least a little exciting for some folks. I was not looking forward to it, but I didn't have a choice. Some sort of benevolent entity smiled on me, through, and I was trying to gather my courage to enter the last bathroom before my gate, with 5 minutes before boarding began, a man exited the family bathroom. I quickly stepped in, and heaved a sigh of relief. A minute later the wet diaper was in the bin, a clean one was taped on, and I was back together and ready to board.

I may well be one of the accounts you're talking about. I saw your post a month ago now and I didn't respond at the time because it set off a little navel-gazing, because, of course, you're right. I will fully admit that my reactions are contradictory, confused, and inconsistent. But, I've distilled it down a little, and maybe my thoughts will be somewhat relevant to the thread, so... 1) I have a thing for diapers. That's been true since I was a young child, at least since before my 5-year-younger brother was out of diapers. (That's not a surprise, being here...) 2) After some events in the very early 2000's, I decided that I 'needed' to have a reason to wear diapers. While, based on the events, I didn't want to have (or even pretend to have...) actual 24/7 incontinence, the idea of being a bedwetter worked nicely, and so I spent a year+ focused on becoming one, using every trick known, fantasized, rumored, or guessed at. I think that this stage may be familiar to many in this sub-forum. It took time, but it worked. 3) About five years later I met my wife. Being a bedwetter started to be a drag, and I decided I should stop. But, see (1)... and Onzl's comment: I often wonder if their conscious position is at odds with their subconscious one. Uh-huh... it didn't work, and to some degree that fact that I had no success probably served to reinforce my 'need' as justification. 4) Another few years, and a child arrived, diapers were everywhere and it wasn't a big deal, and then... seemingly suddenly... it was just my diapers again, and I had a child that was increasingly curious, we were traveling more... and so I made a concerted effort to get dry. At least consciously, I was doing everything I could to break the bedwetting, but by now it had been more than 10 years... and... again... see (1). I often wonder if their conscious position is at odds... Keep in mind, for me it was never about the bedwetting as a specific thing. It has always been about 'justifying' the wearing of diapers. When I wake up wet, my first though is not, "Hey, I wet in my sleep!", it is, "Wow, it's a good thing I'm wearing a diaper!" Therefore, I may 'want' the bedwetting to go away as a thing because it is inconvenient, annoying, and doesn't fit with where I am in my life... but that can conflict with (1). I think this is important to figure out if you want to know where things are going in the future. I may have happened to have a better understanding going into it why I wanted to wet the bed... and I think my reasons are different than others here, so my experiences with remorse and guilt are likely also different than others here. Ok, this became a much more about-me threadjack than I intended. Sorry.

I trained myself back to bedwetting about 25 years ago, and my general experience supports this. At some point, my subconscious became convinced that if I needed to pee when I am asleep, it's okay to just do that. It's not so much that I will pee just because I'm asleep, but rather if I do need to pee and I'm asleep, I will. To that end, things that increase my need to pee in general... be it alcohol or stress... will make it more likely that I'll wake up wet. Things that decrease my general need to pee, including dehydration, but also just a general lack of stress, mean it's less likely. For me, I think the thoughtlessness and permission are now always there, but unless the need (opportunity) is there nothing will happen. Being on a stressful work trip and going to bed in a strange hotel room after drinking a bunch of beers is a 99.999% chance of waking up wet. Sleeping at home, with a cool rain outside, after having worked in the yard under the hot sun all day... well, I could _almost_ risk going without a diaper. (Not that my wife would be okay with that risk.) But it's all a matter of probability, even after more than two decades... From what you said there, I think there is still a journey for you... which (I guiltily admit) is good for me, because I very much enjoy reading your writing. I wonder how things will change for you as the cooler weather kicks in and you're more hydrated on average...

I want to start by saying that I really really appreciate your posts and comments over the course of this story. I truly hope you enjoyed it! I want to say, though, that I wanted to write a story where the main character was _not_ infantalized or other wise turned into a baby. While I wanted to explore that he investigated the idea, he figures out that is not what he wants. He does not lose agency, and he does not become a child. Greg and Emily explore some things, but in the end he's a happy, healthy, well-adjusted adult. Who happens to be most comfortable wearing diapers. As a DL myself, I wanted a story where the protagonist finds himself, and comes out stronger, even though he is wearing a diaper, as an equal in the relationship. He has a healthy family life, a healthy public life, and is [mostly] free of guilt. He has a life that represents _all_ aspects of himself. Emily is also happier, and she has control, but it's a granted control... if Greg wanted to change his own diaper in the last chapter, she would have let him. He chooses, with agency and consideration, to continue accepting her care for him, and she chooses, with agency and consideration, to continue providing that care, after 25 years. This works for both of them. Thanks so much! I'm so honored you commented. Hitchhikers is one of my favorite books, obviously. It has shaped much of my mindset over the years... much like many of the songs mentioned in the story....