Leaderboard

I'm in an incontinence group on yahoo and often see posts about people who are ashamed to leave their home and go out in public, and too ashamed to think they might have a normal loving relationship with a man or woman. Humor me. Let's analyze why so many have issues with the word "diaper" or the condition "incontinence". When there's nothing you can do to change a condition, is it shameful? Why? Why not? We all have the same color pigment in our skin. The amount of pigment determines the color of one's skin. So if I had a lot of pigment, my skin would be ebony. I'm white, so I have less pigment. Where is the shame in that? Do you see where I'm going with this? Who has dared to suggest that an incontinent person is somehow "less" because he or she has that condition?

See the little plus and minuses in the lower right corner of every post? Everyone can vote any of your posts up or down depending whether they like them or not. If you post something stupid or insulting, people will vote it down. If you post something insightful or intelligent, people will vote it up. Of course in the real world people can be petty and vindictive and vote down ALL of your posts if you say something they don't like, even if you meant no harm by it. I wouldn't fret over it too much; unless you really go out of your way to be a jerk to people here it's not like you're going to get banned or anything.

I have a nice collection of adult bibs that I enjoy wearing, I find it relaxing staring into space drooling and wetting my bib.....

Got any pics?

If you ever have luck with this, give me the next week's powerball numbers

Since wearing for 30+ years, and being incontinent, I am totally unaware of when it happens, just know that after 2-4 hours, that I need changing. When a child starts to develop some bladder/bowel control, the child is aware of wetting/soiling its diaper, and this awareness shows in the child's face. Most people who care for pre and post toilet trained children can easily read a persons face and distinguish the 'wetting diaper' look or 'soiling diaper' look. What that woman in the store seen in soggybobby's face was the 'wetting diaper' look, and it confused her. The reason it confused her was that she normally sees this look in a person much younger than soggybobby, and as a result, it caused it to question her ability, and association with the look to the action.

Excellent reply.

Since the day promises to be so nice tomorrow, I'm taking the opportunity to get out and hike a bit, anyone wanna join me is welcome to, know it's last second, but if you're free and around, i'd love to have another ab/dl/little to hike with. It's a nice hike with nice views. It's part of the long path trail off of route 6 in Harriman State Park, Palisades Parkway to Route 6, look for as small sign for the long path, for google directions search "Turkey Hill Parking Highland Falls, NY 10928," send me an email on here or wetboy1107@hotmail.com, or catch me on yahoo aim tonight wetone0071, if you wanna join me, and let me know what time you can make it out, I was planning on around 1pm.

I usually go drinking with my friends around town on Saturdays getting absolutely legless, Saturday was no exception and I was paralytic by 5pm and for some strange reason I refused to leave the bar so they called the police who came and took me to the police station which I thought was for drunk and disorderly again, I normally sober up in the cells and they release me with a £80 ticket, so around 2am the police doctor comes and asks you questions, does all the blood pressure tests and stuff then they take you back to the cells, anyhow the next morning I'm awake waiting for them to release me thinking they're taking awhile. At around 10am they open my cell door and I'm happy because it time to go home, but the police officer said the doctor wants to see me again then he walks me to the medical room, I turn the corner and was taken aback a little bit, three fricking doctors and a social worker sitting in a cycle staring at me, I was told I'm not in any trouble and they're worried about my mental health because apparently I was mumbling some strange things when I was at the police station. I'm like WFT...... They start asking me loads of questions about what school I went too and if I've ever self-harmed, I refused to answer all there silly questions and just looked at the floor not making eye contact with any of them, I was taken back to my cell while they talked or something and was soon let out again... I was told I was being sectioned under the mental health act and they can keep me 72 hours because they're worried about me thinking I'm a psychotic and taken to the mental hospital for assessment. The mental hospital was nothing like I expected and was kinda disappointed, it just looked like a normal ward, was given my own room, everybody was very kind.. I felt more comfortable then out the police station... A short while latter a doctor came in with a big assessment form thing and asked me all the questions, I wanted to go home and being more comfortable answered him truthly thinking if I say anything wrong he can keep me... Anyhow in the police cells I was observed flicking my fingers at the light trying to block it out through boredom and with the mad mumbling they thought I was seeing things. So I was looked away the whole weekend at the local mental hospital for observation, I felt like I was being watched all the time but gave them nothing so they had to let me go... Pretty cool experience really, I wish I was wearing nappies that day.

I have a bib, its for when daddy feeds me... but i sometimes will drool too.... to make me look all messy (seriously people again with the negative rep points for a valid post... christ almighty grow up)

I have bibs but they are to protect my clothes from food not to drool on.

Sorry this took so long, and that the chapter is short, but I wanted to get it out there while I could. Chapter 11 Mom finishes up changing my disgusting diaper. I just cover my face with both hands, I can't let myself cry anymore, and yet, I can't even face the reality that this is happening. That has to be the most disgusting thing I have ever endured in my life. I know I can't bring myself to face my mother after all that. I can feel the new diaper being pulled up, trapping my loins inside the clothing hell that is now my diaper. Mom pulls me up off the floor, and lowers my dress back over the new diaper. She never says a word, which is a sort of blessing, as I never even make eye contact with her. I suppose I should be mad at her, but I am still struggling with the realization and reality of what I am enduring. And I am not so sure I should even complain, as I did make Ashley go through all of this already. Once we walk out of the stall, I look around assuming Ashley must be somewhere close, but she wasn’t. “Mom, where is Ashley?

I just looked at my profile and I see that my reputation is <gasp> POOR. Gack! What did I do? If I've offended people, my apologies. If I've pissed people off, my apologies. If I've been "out of line", my apologies. If I've <insert whatever it is that I've done>, my apologies. Apologetically yours, Glycerine

"a friend/brother/sister/other relative" sent me the link" "i was just browsing through facebook pages and came across it" that one works to.. if they ask who's say "i dunno a friend of a friend of a friend, i was just killing time"

I think we need a rep orgy thread

I've been apathetic about the reputation system and in the past, I've talked about getting rid of it, but you know what? I'm starting to change my mind about it. It's just that I'm seeing a lot of members who, in my opinion, are diminishing the overall reputation of the AB/DL lifestyle by posting about things that they know will bring negative attention to themselves. I think the rep system is good for one thing and that's giving some members a wake-up call to stop ruining the experience for everyone else.

If you don't talk to her, you will definitely never make friends with her. If you DO talk to her, you might make friends with her. She could also tell you to leave her alone; the point is you have to try if you want something to happen. She can't read your mind Jeff!

The way you speak so nonchalant about getting hauled off to jail for drunk and disorderly tells us that it's happened way too many times in your life man. Most normal people would take the experience of being arrested as a warning sign that we need to alter our lifestyle habits. You however don't seem to think it's all that serious, which I'd imagine is why they decided to send you off to a mental hospital. I hope you take this experience as a sign that you need to take better care of yourself and not get so drunk you have trouble with the law.

Nothing wrong with me! Its my cat that's got the problems.

Pubs open at 11am.

Don't worry about it. The reputation feature really isn't a good indicator on what people truly think. There is always going to be differing opinions on forum boards like this and some folks can't handle anyone saying anything contrary to their opinion.

It's all about quality posts, not just quantity!

Think about how long it takes someone to make whatever item you're looking at. For clothing, not only do they need to spend a lot of time to learn how to sew and use the machine properly, but they also have to purchase fabric and patterns. And you can be sure the first time you attempt to make a certain item of clothing it won't be perfect or even might be completely botched and useless. Affordable clothes you buy at Wal-Mart or Target are made by machines if possible or by what amounts to slave labor in third world countries earning in a month what an American working at McDonalds earns in an afternoon. Compare that to someone making a custom article of clothing by hand, one at a time in the US or some other affluent country and it makes sense that the clothes cost what they do.

Ouch, terrible spelling plus wall of text makes that painful to read. As Grandma used to say that's a prime example of murdering the King's English. In all seriousness, it sounds like a homemade solution can be bad for you if you're not careful what you put in it. Soap and water is fine, but coffee is really acidic plus all the caffeine would tend to make you very jittery rather than relaxed. (Don't forget it gets absorbed very quickly compared to your stomach) I've found that eating the right foods plus knowing how long it takes to digest them makes for a much nicer diaper time than squirting a bunch of liquid up your butt. Of course plenty of y'alls dig the punishment and discomfort thing, in that case go nuts just think about what you stick up inside you and what could possibly go wrong.

I've had no problems with you. The rep system can sting, though.

If they want to forbid it, whatever, it's their website. There's plenty other places around the web to post poopy diaper videos. And to the majority of people in the world anyone into diapers, poopy or otherwise would be considered a weirdo.

This. Honestly, if everyone were to switch to Firefox there would be a whole lot less internet problems for the average person. Built in spell checker too, can't go wrong.

dude, used baby diapers? I think that is crossing the line. so you like to sit in baby's excretions? This is not about the diapers, the diapers are fine. It is about liking the feeling of wearing baby's urine. That is not sanitary whatsoever. You really do need to seek help. This is unhealthy for you mentally. Like I said. my problem has nothing to with the diapers at all, it has to do with the baby urine. Whether you acknowledge it our not, you are involving a baby in your fetish. Without the baby, you would not get satisfaction out of it. So you ARE crossing the line into pedophilia. Even if you don't like children. Please seek help mate.

Chapter 10 I just continued to sit there in my wet diaper, hoping mom would at least change me and just hoping in my own head for a chance to use the toilet, my stomach wasn't appreciating the longer than normal hold. Mom started talking while zipping up the diaper bag that I had used on Ashley, "Well looks like we have everything ready, if you are a good girl and don't talk until we get to the malls I might let you take your pacifier out." I was more than a little frustrated. I could feel the dampness of my wet diaper, for some reason it felt more disgusting then it did last night. Mom picked up my diaper bag and headed out my bedroom door turning off my light switch on her way out. I guess that was my sign to follow her. I stood up, straightened out my dress and starred at myself in the mirror, sucking on my pacifier. This was a site I was going to have to get used to i guess. I figured I could force myself to not think about the growing cramps inside of me, and I just headed out the door to follow mom to the garage. I hopped into the front seat, buckled my seat belt, and felt the exposure of the pacifier as I realized that on lookers would be able to see it if they looked in the car at me. Ashley got into the back seat, I could see she had one of her sticker books with her, she loved those things. Mom turned on the radio and started backing out of the drive way. The pacifier was feeling exposed even more so as daylight entered it's ugly head into the passenger seat along with me. We started down the road, and I was lucky we didn't have to sit at any stop lights or stop signs long enough for anyone to notice me. I could see people, but no one seemed to look at me, I suppose everyone else has other stuff going on to not notice a teenager with a pacifier in their mouths in a car. We got onto the highway, and whenever we would pass a car, I would turn and face mom so that whoever we were passing wouldn't be able to see me. By the time we got to the outlet mall, mom found a parking spot, I felt like no one had seen me and that this whole thing maybe wouldn't be so bad. As soon as we parked, I noticed a woman in front of our car getting into her car, and she saw me, and definitely did a double take. Thirty minutes of perfection, and one woman certainly noticed. I think she was just curious if what she saw was true or not, I was fortunate enough to be able to turn around toward Ashley in the back seat in time before realizing what and how much she really saw. Mom turned off the car, looked at me "think you can behave and be a good girl all afternoon?" I just nodded my head, and with that she pulled out my pacifier and stuck it in the diaper bag. "If you aren't perfectly behaved, you are getting this pacifier back." A slight sigh of relief came over. We got out of the car, and I realized I just made it thirty minutes without thinking about my need to go number two. We got out of the car, and I made sure my dress was pulled down enough that no one would get a glimpse of my wet diaper. I smoothed out my dress, hearing the crinkle of the diaper beneath and faced my mother to see where we were going. She waited for Ashley and started toward a Nine West store. I was thrilled to see we had one, I loved their shoes and purses. But that wouldn't matter until I was out of diapers much, right now, I wouldn't want anybody to see me at all, a nice purse and nice shoes would only bring me minimal comfort. I was very aware of the crinkle of my diaper and the amount that it wrinkled through my dress, but in reality, no one else probably could see it or hear it. The feeling of it being wet was very noticeable, in fact, I was quite sure that it was now thicker because of the wetting. We did some shopping, and I started getting into it after a little bit, Ashley seemed to be more bored than I was, she was keeping herself entertained with her sticker book and didn't seem to care much about what we were getting until mom bought some nail polish for herself. It reminded me of how badly she kept asking me to paint her nails constantly, I missed that attention from her. We kept going through store after store before my cramps started to become unbearable. They started to physically hurt. We were going through the Nike store and while looking at jogging pants the pain became too much and I bent over in pain trying to hold it. I realized there was nothing else I could do. I started toward the bathroom, leaving Mom and Ashley behind, I was half running, half speed walking my way there while trying to keep my butt clinched. I got into the bathroom, ran into a stall and shut the stall door, and crouched over onto the toilet keeping my diaper on. I knew I had to keep it on, so I did and just let it all out. The speed of the poop was intense, it came out as quickly as it ever had before, and I could feel myself peeing the whole time as well. It just kept happening, and I could feel the top of my diaper tugging from the new space being taken up as the poop smeared around my butt. I could hear the bathroom door open and it was definitely Mom's voice calling out my name. I stated claim of where I was and started crying into my hands, she opened the stall door that I had never locked and I didn't bother to look up at Mom standing there. I think she may have been mad until she realized that I had kept my diaper on and didn't actually use the toilet. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't want to poop out there, I had to have some semblance of privacy." "I understand Meg, but you don't get that luxury anymore. From the smell of things I take it you need a change." That was for certain, I don't think there is any room left in my diaper, I can feel the waste in the front and the back and all around me. I have never felt this disgusting in all my life. Mom pulled out the diaper bag in the stall next to me, the handicapped one and laid down a changing pad and instructed me to lay down. I couldn't believe she was actually going to change my messy diaper, right here, in the ladies room, at a Nike outlet store. Me, a popular near adult, who had everything going for her, would have to have her messy diaper changed by her mother in public. This was a memory to forget.

PM sent, I don't think any of the other options will mount a stunning comeback. Congrats to whoever came up with the winning name!

I haven't seen anyone talking about them, but Abena has a new line out called the Delta Form. They are cheaper because they don't have elastic in the front or back. (they do still have elastic leg gatherers though) I bought some on a lark, and while I haven't had the chance to take any pics I can talk about my initial experiences with them. I bought the mediums, which are a pale blue color, not quite baby blue. They look and feel like mini X-pluses; they have that pronounced hourglass shape that the Supers don't really have. I just wear for fun so I'd imagine they are more leak-prone and not the best for incontinent users. You get a lot more per case than the x-pluses; I usually don't soak my diapers to ludicrous levels like some of you guys, so it feels like I'm not wasting a nice big fluffy diaper like the x-plus. The downside is I really prefer my diapers to be white; it's not a big deal but the blue color just feels more like an institutional type diaper rather than a fun babyish one. They still have the double blue/white two tape system that is semi-annoying for re-fastening plus the fluff falls apart pretty easily. If I had to pick I'd take the Super over the Delta; supers aren't as absorbent but they are white and you get a lot more in a single case. X-pluses are of course the Cadillac of diapers but I find unless I really drink a lot of fluids I end up wasting all that capacity. I've been using Bambinos too of late but money is tight right now and so I was looking for a cheaper alternative.

I've been reading a lot of threads lately from people who ask, "Can you do [this] diapered?" I wanted to expand on the bigger picture and talk about careers. In your opinion, what's the best or most convenient occupation to be diapered? So far, I know about astronauts, truckers and construction workers who work far away from a restroom.

I have worn diapers to the park, college and in the car.

Mogglelove, It is a trigger from your early infancy, and prob used to lull you to sleep for part of the first years of your life. That is why you can't remember any specific memory from it, but you can recall the feelings of being totally protected.

Either that or a job application!

Is that so? Has he finished at the top of those marathons or does he run non-competitively?

Any work from home position.

As a waiter, did you ever have a problem with your mobility? I mean, some diapers can be thick and can put you in a waddle-walk. Dealing with the responsibility of wearing and using a diaper plus taking orders, carrying dishes to and from tables must be a tad difficult I'd imagine.

So what's your occupation? If you're a waiter, there's mobility issues, especially when you have a wet diaper. Walking around in a wet diaper makes mobility difficult.

The keyword there is compression shorts. I can see how that would work.

I really don't give a fiddler's fart about my negative points.

I'm pretty sure its because of the idiots like you Goerge that he doesn't post anymore. I for one know that my IQ has gone down at least 15 points since you started posting. [/end rant]

Some time ago a nice fellow by the name of Pamperchu (I'm sure plenty of you know him) made available his collection of scans of diaper tape designs. My question is where do you get the stickers to print them on? I'm assuming somewhere out there someone sells clear blank sheets for your home printers that would work nicely for this. I've looked around on Office Depot and Staples' websites and the only printable stickers I could find were circular shaped. Anyone tried this before and know where to get the right size stickers?

I was just wondering if anyone had ever babysat while they were diapered and if you have do you have any stories about it?

Humans do not like the smell of poo, most find it repulsing, including me. While the idea of a girl making the messiest, smelliest diaper imaginable is a huge turn on for me I cant help but think if it really happened and I smelled the poo if I would still be turned on. Female poo smells the same as male poo, which is nasty. I was on a crowded bus one time and I swear that somebody on the bus had a messy diaper on. I could smell the poo. A really hot girl walked on, and in my head I imagined it was her who was wearing a messy diaper. I got hard just thinking about it, and the smell of poo in the air almost drove up the excitement. So I dont think I would have a problem with the smell if a girl really did poo her diaper in my presence if this happened to you, were you turned on by it?

HELLO DOES ANY GIRLS WANT TO GO ON WEBCAM? download oovoo and email me at yobitch47@yahoo.com im hott dont worrry