Peter felt a little awkward, still finding it hard to believe this young person was 19. But looking around, he could tell from the way her boxes were strewn about, with posters and text books piled up next to them, that she like was in fact attending the local college.
”I see,” he said. He handed her the cookies. “Well I baked these for you, just as a welcome to the neighborhood. Let me know if you.. need help with anything. I work from home, so I’m usually around.”
He couldn’t help a paternal instinct rising in him, seeing this very young looking girl on her own.
“You’re not the first one to mistake me for a child im 19 years old and getting ready to attend college.” She told the older man as their were still boxes piled up
I've been sorely tempted to chime in, within the context of, for example, a coworker who complains about having to get up to pee, multiple times a night. Or, another friend whose dad was suffering from dementia, and they had started putting him in Depends, because he was losing the plot regarding making it to the bathroom on time, but he complained that they had to change him about once an hour - "It isn't like with babies!", he lamented, meaning that you couldn't put dad in a Pampers Cruiser, and forget about it for six hours. "Yes, you could...", I managed to suggest, and told him about InControl Diapers, but within the context of my own aging parents, not in reference to the fact that I was wearing one, right there, right then.
But, in terms of a DL or ABDL approach, rather than a purely practical one, no, I haven't said to anyone, "Hey, wearing diapers is awesome - you should try it!" Probably the only person in my life with whom I could possibly have that conversation, would be my wife, but she had a terrible experience wearing diapers in the hospital after surgery when she was a teenager, and she remembers waking up, immobilized, in a wet diaper, and needing to pee, so she wrang the call bell, and they told her to use her diaper, they didn't have time to help her right now, so she peed in what was presumably a sad, medical diaper that cost $0.38, and of course it leaked into her bedding, and they didn't come to change her for another couple of hours, during which she shivered in wet sheets and seethed in humiliation. So, she said she'd rather be dead, than wear diapers again. That more or less euthanized any possibility of talking her into one, but I get to wear them.