With a locking rubber special needs helmet to prevent head banging.

Interesting research, that I guess should go in the "medical" forum. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5136749/ Next, I'll search for the guy who observed attachment to diapers in mother-deprived monkeys.

Of course, they have your hands locked in soft thick mittens, so you cannot attempt to remove your diaper and play with what's inside there, and you are fed with a high fiber liquid diet that prevents you from holding poop for too long and become constipated.

I think I have answered this in another area, but here goes. My wife accepts that I wear diapers, she has changed me several times over the years (Wet and Messy). But normally on any given day it's just me, so she let's me indulge in my diaper time but doesn't go out of her way to assist me in putting them on. We have done everything with diapers over the years including bedroom activities. And she has changed me when out camping, in hotel rooms as well as other places. But that is the exception and not the rule of every day life. I'm just very grateful that she let's me indulge in this lifestyle of mine.

Chapter 10 - Eye on prize Isn’t the recruitment process just the most awful and agonising nightmare? Over the last month Tom has had 3 interviews with this company. One with the HR person, the second was a test and the third with the hiring manager. They are actually hiring 4 apprentices, all to start together. When he first applied for this job, it was just like any other application, but now he had gotten to the third round he would be heartbroken if he didn’t get the job. The job wasn’t the only thing he wanted. He wanted that changing table, and to demonstrate how much so, he’d indeed worn his nappy every day and every night, nonstop 24/7. Now, no matter how much you like wearing nappies, anyone who has tried it will know that 24/7 isn’t easy. It takes resolve and commitment. There have been many times over this last month when, during an ordinary and dull moment, he’s just wanted to take it off for a bit, enjoy some normality, be free of it, just for a while. But each time he has hardened his resolve, kept his eye on the prize. His dad has mentioned it a few times during changing - “If we get that changing table, this will be a lot easier”. Along with “I can’t keep doing it on this bed, it’s too low” and various other passing comments. ___ The first thing Tom does as he wakes up is check his email on his phone, just in case the recruiter has contacted him between when he last checked at 3am and now at 7:30am - unlikely, but he can’t help himself. He’s not exactly expecting a medal or trophy when he goes down for breakfast, but given this is exactly 1 month since his dad made the deal about the changing table, he’s expecting some kind of announcement. Alas there is nothing. Tom’s not sure whether to mention it or not, maybe his dad will mention it later? Maybe he’ll just surprise him. When lunchtime comes and his dad has still not mentioned it, Tom can’t hold back any longer, he has to mention it. He’s focused so hard on it over the last month, there has to be some acknowledgment. ‘So…errr…I’ve been wearing all the time for a month now’ he says trying to be as casual about it as possible. ‘Yeah, I had noticed’ said his dad with a chuckle ‘I’m changing them don’t forget’. ‘Yeah I know, still on that bed’ said Tom trying to hint where he was going. ‘Yeah, we do need a changing table really’ added his dad. ‘I think so, I don’t want you to hurt your back’ said Tom, trying to add weight to the argument casually. ‘I have been looking at them Tom’ added his dad.  ‘I’d not realised just how expensive it is going to be’. ‘Oh right’ said Tom, getting the distinctive feeling that his dad was about to back out of the deal, just at the point he’d reached the agreed milestone. ‘How much?’ enquired Tom. ‘Well, I don’t want some free standing crap. It’s got to be built into the room, with shelves underneath. A custom fit. This is a new house, it’s got to be done properly. For that we’re looking at between four and five thousand fitted. Then if we get the hoist we’re looking at another 2k’. ‘What??’ Replied Tom. ‘I was thinking a few hundred pounds’. ‘No Tom, nothing is a few hundred pounds these days’. ‘My god, I had no idea’ replied Tom. ‘It’s more than I thought’ said his dad. ‘But I’m still willing to get it for you, as long as you will actually use it’. ‘Oh I will’ blurted out Tom ‘You know I will’. ‘I don’t just mean this week, or next week, but for a while’ his dad added. ‘I know you’ve been wearing for a couple of months, give or take now, but I’m still worried that I’ll pay out all that money and you will bore of it’. ‘I won’t, I promise’ said Tom eagerly. ‘How long have I got to wear to get your monies worth out of it?’ He asked. His dad thought about it for a few seconds. ‘Well I guess when a parent buys this stuff they expect to get 2.5 to 3 years out of it, so I’d kind of expect you to need it for about that long for it to be worth it’. Tom took a deep breath. ‘Ok’ he said. ‘It’s something you’ve got to really think about Tom’ said his dad. I’m not going to force you to wear them once I’ve bought it, but if I did and you wanted to stop soon after, I can’t say I wouldn’t be annoyed’. ‘That’s fair enough dad, I get it’ said Tom. ‘I will think about it’. — After lunch Tom returned to his room and sat at his desk thinking. 2 to 3 years, would he really still want to be doing this in 3 years time? How would he ever know that? All he knew is he wanted it now. He was obviously disappointed his dad appeared to be having second thoughts, but he could see why. It was eye wateringly expensive. His dad was one of those “If it’s not done properly, don’t do it at all” people, so he knew what his dad was talking about was likely the most elaborate option available. It would be that, or nothing at all. As he continued to think about it, another thought entered his head. If he could convince his dad to get it for him now, should he get this job and change his mind later, he could pay his dad back with his salary. That would remove any guilt he felt. Yes, this felt like the plan! The problem was, he’d worn for a month, kept the deal, and his dad still wasn’t sure, what could he do to convince him he’s serious about this? —- Tom has never been regular, it happens completely at random times, sometimes not at all. It was about 4:30pm when the first feeling first came that he needed a poo. He got up from his desk and made his way to the toilet, like normal, but as he went to pull the tape on his nappy, a thought entered his head. Maybe this was it. Maybe this is how he convinces his dad to get the changing table. He goes all in, he starts using his nappy for no.2. He went back to his room to think about it more. I don’t think I can do it he said to himself. It could be awful, it might stink, it might go everywhere, it might burn my bum! Over the next 45 minutes his mind flip flops between: Let’s go for it, and absolutely no way. At this point he is pacing up and down his room with his buttocks clenched firm, over thinking it, again and again. He both wants to show his commitment to his dad, but at the same time absolutely does not want to do it. He leans on the window sill, placing full concentration on not messing himself, to give himself more time to think about, though he can feel slightly he is loosing the battle. He starts to go, but immediately stops himself. ‘I can’t, I can’t, what the hell am I doing’ he thinks. He shuffles himself into the bathroom and starts to undo his jeans, but maybe it was the sheer sight of the toilet. Before he has undone the buttons, it starts coming. He’s held it too long, nature has taken over. Tom is having an accident, he is messing himself. He stops unbuttoning, he can feel the poo making its way out of his bum pushing his cheeks apart and filling the back of his nappy. He is frozen still. He sniffs expecting to smell poo, he doesn’t. He does his jeans back up, and does a small after poo wee. He stands there for a minute, thinking about what he has done. There is no turning back now, it’s done. One way or another this will have to be dealt with. Either he’s going to have to do it, or his dad. Slowly he turns and makes his way downstairs. As he does he catches himself in the mirror in the hall. He looks into his own eyes. ‘You’ve just shit yourself’ he mouths to himself incredulously. Once downstairs he stands at his dad’s study door for a moment before he gently knocks on it. ‘Yep’ his dad says. He turns around, Tom is as white as a sheet. ‘I’ve erm…’ Tom swallows his Adam’s apple. ‘I’ve erm..done something’ he says, not able to say it. ‘Done what mate?’ Asks his dad casually. ‘I’ve, errm…. pooed myself’ Tom says shyly. His dad takes off his glasses and puts them on the desk. He takes a deep breath. ‘I’ve been wondering how long it was going to be before this happened’ he said. ‘Really?’ Said Tom. ‘Yes’ said his dad. ‘If I’m honest I thought it was going to happen sooner, but it’s happened now’. ‘Oh right’ said Tom. ‘Are you angry with me?’ ‘Angry with you?’ Said his dad surprised. ‘No, of course I’m not angry with you. Was I angry with you when I discovered you liked nappies, or when you started to wet yourself?’ ‘No’ said Tom shyly. ‘So what makes you think I’d be angry with you now?’ ‘I dunno’ said Tom, feeling embarrassed. ‘I just….I wanted to show you I want this changing table, but now I’ve done it, I’m worried it’s just gross.’ ‘Oh I see’ said his dad. ‘Well, that’s one way to tell me’ he chuckled. He opened his arms to offer Tom a hug. ‘Come here stink bum’ he said jokingly. Tom came over, nervous that he smelt and his dad would notice. His dad put his arms around him and squeezed tightly. As he did, Tom put his arms back around him. ‘Everything’s going to be ok son’ he said ‘I’m here for you’. When they brought their hug to a mutual close his dad said. ‘I’m going to finish up for the day, I’ve got nothing urgent on. Let’s go for a walk and a chat in the sun, grab your jacket’ Tom looked at him confused. ‘But…I’ve got poo in my pants, do I, or…it needs changing…’ ‘We won’t be long, I’ll do it first thing when we get back’ his dad replied as he ushered Tom out of his study. Chapter 11 - A walk in the sun As Tom walked along he could feel the poo in his nappy moving about and spreading around. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but it didn’t feel nice either. He could also start to smell himself, even outside. It was a warm sunny day in late April. The birds were tweeting, the bushes and trees bursting with new spring growth. People were going about their business all around him. He felt like he was in his own world, walking along, his pants full of poo, and more wee than he’d realised. As an adult this is just simple not allowed, yet here he was doing it. It felt surreal. Going outside for the first time in a nappy, wetting himself, these had all been “milestones”. But walking along having messed himself, seemed like the most surreal of them all. Eventually when they reached the park his dad sat on a vacant bench and gestured for Tom to sit next to him. ‘Sit down mate’ he said. ‘No I’m alright standing’ Tom replied. ‘Sit down I want to talk to you’ his dad insisted. ‘I can’t can I, I’ve got…I’ve done a poo haven’t I’ said Tom glowing bright red. ‘And?’ Replied his dad looking confused. ‘You’ve got a nappy on, haven’t you? Sit down, I’m not talking up to you looking into the sun, I’ll get neck ache.’ Tom walked over to the bench, he slowly lowered his little bottom down. Before he’d even put it on the bench the tightness of his skinny jeans was pushing on his bum and spreading the poo, up his back and forward to his balls. Eventually he started to lower his weight, as he did the poo spread considerably. It now felt high in the nappy and was pushing his balls forward. A puff of fowl air blew out, turning up Tom’s nose. ‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll sort it when we get back’ his dad said tapping him on the knee’. ‘Why did I do this?’ asked Tom awkwardly. ‘You obviously wanted to’ his dad replied. ‘I’m not sure about that’ said Tom. ‘I just wanted to show you that I would like to carry on, I’d like the changing table’. ‘Well you didn’t have to crap yourself to prove it’ his dad chuckled again. ‘But I appreciate the gesture’. ‘I’ll sort it out myself when we get back’ said Tom. ‘Don’t worry about it, I’ve over stepped the mark’. ‘No you won’t’ said his dad clearly. ‘I’ll do it’. Tom looked at him awkwardly. ‘Unless you really don’t want me to?’ He qualified. ‘I dunno’ said Tom ‘it’s going to be pretty awful isn’t it?’ ‘No not really’ said his dad causally. ‘It doesn’t bother me’. ‘Seriously?’ asked Tom. ‘Seriously’ replied his dad. ‘It’ll take 5 minutes, I’ll clean it up, you hop in the shower, all done and dusted.’ ‘Ok’ said Tom swallowing his Adam’s apple. After a bit of a pause Tom said. ‘I wish we’d not come out when I was messy’. ‘Why’s that?’ Asked his Dad. ‘Well, because I smell’ said Tom ‘and I can feel it in there’. ‘Right, ok’ replied his dad. ‘Do you know what I mean?’ Asked Tom. ‘How’d you mean?’ Enquired his Dad. ‘Did you ever do this in yours?’ Asked Tom. ‘No son, I didn’t. I wanted to, but I was never brave enough. That’s where you and I are so different. I am a coward. I never followed through on my desires, you do, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. You’ve no idea how proud of you I am for that’. — As they walked back Tom absolutely got the irony of his dad being “proud” of him for having crapped himself at 23 years old. As they approached the front door Tom’s heart started to thump in his chest. Now was the point at which he, and indeed his dad, was going to have to deal with the aftermath. His dad took charge as soon as they were indoors. ‘Ok, right, we’ll need to do this on the bathroom floor. You go upstairs, I’ll grab some old towels and some gloves’. ‘Right, ok’ said Tom. As he was waiting in the bathroom for his dad to come up, he just wanted this to be over. His dad came into the room with two towels, some rubber gloves and a Rubik’s cube. ‘What’s the Rubik’s cube for?’ Asked Tom. ‘To distract you whilst I’m doing it, make it easier for you’. Said his dad. ‘Oh ok, that’s nice of you’ said Tom. ‘Well you don’t have to have anything to do with it, do you. You just lay there and play with the cube and I’ll do the necessary down here’. His dad laid down the towels on the floor as Tom removed his jeans. At this point there was a strong smell of poo, but neither of them mentioned it. Tom looked in his jeans to see if there was anything inside, but they were fine. His nappy had contained it all. As he sat on the hard tiled floor, there was more squelching. “Oh my god” he whispered to himself. ‘Just chill’ said his dad. ‘I got this’. As Tom laid back he was breathing deeply. It was embarrassing showing his dad his bits for the first time in a decade, then his dad seeing him wet, now his dad was about to see him absolutely covered in crap. His dad undid the nappy and pulled it down. Tom fully expected him to gag or heave, but he didn’t react at all, he just got on with it. Out with the extra large wipes, rubbing and scrubbing, depositing the nappy and the wipes into a nappy bag as he went. It took no more than a few minutes. ‘That’s you cleaned up. You can take a shower if you like, but you don’t actually need to, these wipes are pretty good’. ‘I will’ said Tom, as he sat up. ‘I feel dirty’. ‘Well you’re not, but go for it’ said his dad as he stood up. ‘I’ll go and put this outside and I’ll see you in your room in a bit for the next one’. — When Tom came out of the shower and into his room his dad was already waiting, nappy in hand. ‘You ok?’ asked Tom aprehensiously. ‘Ok course I’m ok’ replied his dad. ‘You’re the one making a big thing over it. You did a poo in your nappy, it’s no big deal’. Chapter 12 - Big News! “Dear Mr Collins, we are delighted to offer you a position on our apprenticeship program as a junior Architect….” ‘I got it, I got it, I bloody got it!..’ Tom shouted as he went running down the stairs in his nappy and t-shirt to his dad’s study. His dad quickly stopped his web cam as he heard him bounding down the stairs. He was on a conference call, the last thing he needed was his 23 year old son to burst into the background in a nappy! ‘I’m sorry, I have to step away for something personal’ he said on the call as he muted it. He came out of his study and grabbed Tom as he came running towards him, full of joy and glee. He picked him up in his arms and held him there, before setting him back down. ‘Well done you..clever boy’ he said proudly. ‘When do they want you to start?’ ‘In two weeks!’ beamed Tom. ‘That’s great, you better get on your computer and accept the offer Tom, before they change their minds!’ Tom raced upstairs and opened up the email on his computer. “I accept the position…” he typed out, double checked and then pressed “Send”. Things were looking up, finally! ___ Later that evening whilst they are preparing dinner… ‘So the people I have coming to do the renovations are specialists’ said Tom’s dad as he stirred the cheese sauce. ‘Oh right, specialists in what?’ Asked Tom. ‘Kit for adult bab…adults in nappies’ replied his dad correcting himself to avoid describing Tom as a baby in any way, he knew he wouldn’t like that. ‘What like a medical company?’ asked Tom. ‘No’ replied his dad. ‘We don’t want some awful medical contraption up there do we. They specialise in making stuff for people like you. Older sons and daughters who are wearing nappies again’. ‘Oh right’ said Tom. ‘I’d no idea that such things existed’. ‘Neither did I, but you’d be amazed what you can find on the internet. I found this company called “Morden and Son” who specialise in building this kind of thing, they’ve been extremely helpful’. ‘When they doing it?’ Asked Tom. ‘Starting tomorrow, 3 days work apparently’ said his dad. ‘Oh right wow, that’s quick.’ said Tom. Tom’s dad turned to him and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Yes I know, I caught them at a quiet time apparently. This is your last chance to let me know if you want to stop before I splash out the cash’ he said seriously. ‘Especially now you got this job coming, you sure you still want to wear them?’ ‘I’m sure’ said Tom confidently. ‘I did the 2nd two interviews with a nappy on. They relax me, I’m so much more confident and relaxed in one, I don’t think I want to start work without one, do you?’ ‘Ok, well, as long as you’re sure’. Said his dad. ‘When they come the guy is going to talk us through other things we might want or need’. Said his dad. ‘Like what?’ I dunno said his dad, let’s find out, hear what the man has got to say, we’re under no obligation. — When Tom climbed into his bed that evening, the world felt like it was a much better place. So much had changed for him in the last 2 months. His future felt brighter. He was living his fantasies at home, and could go out into the real world during the day and be a proper functioning adult. No one needed to know he had a nappy on under his suit trousers, did they?