Now the question becomes "If you were not following 'lots of stuff' on Reddit would you prefer their ABDL subs to DD? and, if so, why?". I never think of things as either/or. I do not know what you can do on Reddit so I do not know if it would add to my world. I DO know what you can do here. So, even if I were to go to othere sites, this would still be my home base as it is where I have put down roots. When I was in DPF, during the mid-80's there was also a club out of CT the owner of which was very like me so I was there as well. In '99-Y2K I was at TGGuide. GirlTalk To and Wetville, where I was called LCDP for Little Christine Daryleane Paradise (see my CV in About Me). Right now I am not anywhere else. Some 11 years ago DD gave AB Kingdom a thumbs up. I just found it a bit dead for my wnats and needs but otherwise OK; just not for me. I left Diaperspace because there was pedo in it and Diaperbook gave too much free reign to complaints by some of the crazies. I did like their formats, though Here at DD, you have the DEP of the 21st century with the addition of being able to add to it, which makes it both "wider band" and more flexible than DPF. If you get some webhosting, you can make a site like I did where you can create pages of special interest and link them to DD as I did with RUBBER PANTIES'R'US, Tiara Fairy Castle Shopping Plaza, the Little Girl Music (that you can listen to while at DD) tHE "gOODIES", ppLAYROOM" and LITTLE CHRISTINE'S DOLLHOUSE: Part Deux. Of course, none of this is any good if people will not come out and play. I have gone to the search engine an number of times to see how many perosns with a certain name, like Sandra, Linda Estelle or Kirsten are here and when the list comes up, I would say that about 70% have 0 posts and many have been here for over 10 years. And judging from the lack of emails, Nobody has beeen to LITTLE CHRISTINE'S DOLLHOUSE: Part Deux, which is where I put the address, and I cannot recall anyone dixcussing anything from the Dolhouse at all or in my siggy. The odds against finding at least 10 persons whou would be a good match with me ANVE to be astoundingly small in a site with over 10,000 members. So there is something else going one here. That is probably ABDL paranoid thinking and personality. That is not new. AT DPF "three and through" was pretty much the rule for correspondence. The lack of activity at the clubs is amazing. The rubber panty club had 150+ members and there was more noise in a library. So far, I have seen - additions to the Knowledge  Base Nothing gets done of nobody does anything. If there is a lack of returnees, it is not because there is nothing to do. It seems that everyone os off in their own little world. The most active parts appear to be the Story and Art, and Roleplay. As far as general participation, that seems to be almost non-existent.. About Me's are mostly empty. Many profiles are deficient and many photgraphs are poor qualiity, which could be fixed with minimal work; usually  just half-sizing and auto-adjust and changing the name to something relevant to the subject matter. And the app to do it is readily available and easy to use. Also I see very few comments on my albums, one of which is inappropriate: You do not use "sexy" in a little girl's album

Really enjoying this story. Do you think we will see another chapter soon? 

Good start sounds familiar. Shower since when do little boys take showers Daddies give their little boys baths.

I prefer to  stand  

Viewer discretion advised... I had an "incident" while cleaning up the pool and the yard yesterday. It started out innocently enough. I was in a diaper I'd had on for a few hours, an Incontrol Essential. Summer suddenly started this weekend, or at least a preview did, so the temperature went into the high 20's, with humidity equivalents in the low 30's. I was sweaty, wearing sunblock and bug spray, and I was netting vast quantities of organic material out of the swamp that hopefully will be my swimming pool a few days from now. Once I nuke it with chemicals.  I had done the "main deed" earlier, and I'm pretty metronome-like in that department (when things are running well). So I was working on the yard, knew I needed a shower later, felt a but of an urge, "probably a fart", and I gave it the go ahead, and got a "hmmm, maybe a bit more than a fart here" sensation, but I was also up against greyness in the distance that was rapidly advancing - we were due to have our sunny afternoon eclipsed by a storm. Going into the house, undressing, going, coming back out, racing against the impending weather... I had a "Well, I'm in a diaper" moment, and I just said, "Ah, to hell with it..." and decided to give in to the urge. I figured not much would come of it, and anyway, I was sweaty, diapered, and due for a shower - whatever transpired would not change my trajectory.  Wrong.  I have no idea what disagreed with me, intestinally - it had been a good food weekend - but maybe just because the Universe wanted to see it play out that way, I exploded my diaper. I knew right away that things weren't right back there, but I had to let it finish up - there was no going back now. And I needed to finish up the yardwork.  I'll spare you the graphic details, but when the storm came, by greatest fear was a power failure, because when the power goes out, we lose our water pump, and were I unable to stand under a jet of hot water for several minutes, I would have had to separate myself from my family like a leper. My onesie and my shorts became casualties of my miscalculation.  The juice was definitely not worth the squeeze on this occasion - it would have been far, far easier to have run into the house and gone potty like a big boy. I also became extremely self-conscious in the closing minutes of our cleanup, when my wife and I were putting tools away in the garage... I felt like I had a funk about me, probably because I had a funk about me. She didn't say anything or give any indication that she'd noticed, but I slunk around like a dog who has taken a crap in the living room and knows they've committed a transgression, and also that there's nothing they can do about it except wait for the consequences.  At one point my wife suggested that I drive up to the park to pick up my daughter and her friend, because of the storm bearing down on us, and I had a flutter of panic, because there was no way I could get into a metal box with anyone in the state I was in, but then the kids indicated that they liked the idea of walking back in the rain, and then my wife decided to drive over and watch them walk back in the rain, in case a tornado landed or something, and they could dart into the car.  "Never again" would be far too lofty a promise, but, I will try to adhere to "never forget", when considering the sometimes-false convenience dangled before the permanently diapered.