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The Cycle Becca sat on her bedroom floor. Her legs were spread out in front of her, and the wardrobe doors were open. She had previously been looking in the wardrobe, but had decided to sit back and take a break for a bit. She slowly leaned back until she was up against the bed. She knew her sister Louise would be back soon, and this would be difficult to explain. Louise hated it when Becca was like this. But Becca couldn’t help it. As she sat leaning against the bed, she remembered her first time. She was 14. Louise was 13 and had her first boyfriend, which their mum didn’t know about. Whenever Louise wanted to hang out with her boyfriend after school, she would ask Becca to go home later, so they could say that they were hanging out together. The plan that Becca had spent a week honing, involved waiting for a day when Louise was with her boyfriend. One Thursday, this had happened. And Becca immediately put her well thought out plan into action. She took off her school tie and stuffed it into her school bag. She didn’t want anyone to be able to see where she was from. She had then caught the bus to town. She knew she didn’t have long, as she had to meet Louise at the end of their road in an hour and fifteen minutes. That way, they could walk home together. When she had got off the bus in town, she had gone straight to Boots. Having been there on numerous occasions, she knew exactly what she was looking for, and exactly where they were in the shop. Her heart had been beating so loud. She felt others around her could hear it. Quickly, but not too quickly as to arouse suspicion, she found the right aisle. Becca didn’t want to linger too long, as she was very aware of needing to get the bus back home. She knew where the biggest sizes of Pampers were, so grabbed a pack. Looking to check she’d got the right ones, she walked over to the counter. She wasn’t sure whether or not the Pampers would fit her, but she knew that they would be easier to explain if someone saw her, than if she’d got some adult ones. With her purchase wrapped up in the shop carrier bag, and the black carrier bag, which Becca had kept in her school bag for a week, she felt as if no one would know what she had with her. Or at least she hoped that no one would know what she had with her. She felt happy, but also worried that somehow it would be discovered what was in the bag. She felt this way the entire journey home, until she got off the bus a stop early. It was only when she started walking towards her street that she realised the flaw in the plan. She had spent so much time planning how to get into town and what and where to buy, that she hadn’t thought about how she was going to get them into the house. Even if she managed to sneak them upstairs to her room without her mum noticing, she would still have to contend with Louise seeing the bag, and if she saw the bag, she would ask about it. They had never had any secrets before. She stopped and dropped her school bag and the carrier on a wall, then opened up her school bag, and tried to stuff the carrier bag down on top of her books. After a couple of minutes of trying, she managed to get it in there by taking out a book, and slipping it in the front pocket. When she’d got in the house, she’d gone up to her room, and hid the bag in the back of her wardrobe. That night, after tea, she’d gone upstairs, giving the excuse of homework to her parents. And dragging her chair in front of her door, she’d got out the Pampers, and opened up the package, and pulled one of the Pampers out. Discarding the pack on the floor, she held up the nappy she had in her hand, feeling kind of disappointed at how small it appeared to be. Because Louise was only a year younger than her, and her cousins were either older than her or lived far away, Becca had never really been around nappies when she was old enough to realise that she liked them. So knew nothing about the sizes. She managed to get it on, but the tapes were stretched, and she wasn’t sure how they would hold up. She walked slowly around her room partly to try and get used to it, and partly to test whether the movement would cause the tapes to come undone. Then, because she wasn’t sure what else to do, and because she didn’t want to have completely lied to her mum, she sat down and did her homework. She couldn’t help feeling as if the whole wearing a nappy thing was a bit of an anti-climax. Whilst trying to do the homework, she found it almost impossible to concentrate, because every time she shifted slightly in her chair, she heard the crinkle. Within half an hour, she had given up, and was just sat in the chair, moving slightly every so often so that the nappy crinkled. She got up from her chair and walked across her room, with a smile on her face. She went to the bed, and lay down for a bit. She had been unsure about wetting it, but as she lay there, she realised she needed to pee. And she didn’t want to have to take it off and get dressed, just to go across the hall to the bathroom. So she tried to pee. She was holding the nappy in place, just in case it started to fall down. As she stood in the middle of her room, she heard something in the hallway, so turned her head to watch the door in case anyone tried to come in. When the noise had gone, she turned her head back round, and happened to catch sight of herself in her mirror. This was the first time she had seen herself since she’d put the nappy on, and she was surprised to realise that she felt almost disgusted with herself. Before she had thought about it anymore, she had started to rip the nappy open and away from her body. Stuffing it in her wardrobe, she pulled on a pair of trousers and left her room. She didn’t even want to be in the same room as that pack of nappies, and hated herself for buying them. The next day Becca had hid the almost full pack, and the nappy she’d worn into a carrier bag then in her school bag, and had gone out and thrown them into a skip she had noticed a couple of streets away. Becca shifted slightly. Leaning against the bed was beginning to hurt her back. She clearly remembered that time and exactly what she had felt when she had caught a glimpse of herself. She had tried to tell herself that she was throwing them away because they didn’t fit, so were no good to her. But inside she knew the real reason why they had ended up in the bin. After that first time, she had lasted a year and three months before the urge to buy another pack became too strong to ignore. The second time was a bit easier, because by that time her mum had a job that meant she wasn’t around after school. So Becca chose a day when Louise wasn’t going to be around, and she went though a similar routine as she had done the first time. But again, similar to the first time, she had worn one, the day after she’d bought them this time, and enjoyed it for a bit. And remembering what had happened last time, she’d covered up the mirrors in her room. Even though she didn’t see her own reflection, she still ended up pulling the nappy off, still dry, after about an hour and a half. But this time, instead of then throwing the entire pack away, she had tried to wear again a week later. This went similarly to the other two times. She enjoyed it immensely for an hour or two, but then ended up pulling it off, and throwing it away. This time she had thrown the entire pack away. The next time she had tried it was another two years later when she was almost 18. By that time she could drive, so getting the nappies should have been easier. Except this time, she knew that there was no way she would fit into Pampers. So she searched for a shop that sold adult nappies. This in itself was more difficult than she thought as none of the main shops sold adult nappies. The closest they came was adult pull-ups, and Becca was reluctant to get those. So she looked in the phone book for medical supply shops and then rang round those to find somewhere. When she’d found somewhere, it was fairly simple for her to drive out and get some proper adult nappies. She got some Tena. And because of how far away the shop was from her house, she wasn’t expecting to run into anyone she knew. After buying them, it was easy for her to get them into the house, and up to her room safely. When she got a chance, Becca set aside an evening to wear one of the adult nappies. She was hoping that this time would be different because she wouldn’t be worried about the nappy coming off, and she wouldn’t be afraid of it leaking if she used it. With the nappy on, and the mirror covered, Becca stood in her room doing nothing for a bit. She was mentally comparing the adult nappy to the baby ones that she had worn before. Deciding that she preferred the adult ones, she went to her bed and picked up the book she was in the middle of reading. As she read, she wiggled about and constantly changed her position on the bed so that she was able to feel the nappy moving around with her. A couple of hours later she was still wearing it, but it was still dry. Becca wanted to change that, but was worried about her suddenly changing her mind about wearing the nappy if she managed to wet it. An hour later, Becca hadn’t even tried to wet her nappy. But she was fast getting to the point where she would have to either wet it or rip it off and run to the bathroom. Her decision ended up being quite easy to make as she suddenly sneezed, and a trickle escaped into the nappy. She knew that if she were to try and make it to the bathroom, she would probably have had an accident before she got there. So it was left to using the nappy. As she had already gone a little bit, and because she was desperate, it was easier than she had thought to use the nappy. It wasn’t as easy as going to the toilet, but Becca realised that that was because she was more used to the toilet. Unfortunately, as soon as Becca had finished, she was filled with disgust at what she had done. More disgust than the first time she had worn a nappy and caught sight of herself in the mirror. She wanted to take a shower immediately. The nappy was ripped away from her body. The cold clamminess of her skin felt revolting to her, and she just wanted it gone. She rolled up the nappy and pushed it into the carrier bag she had put in her room, and then walked towards the door, grabbing her dressing gown on the way out. Becca clearly remembered that, and how she had scrubbed and scrubbed at her skin for ages. She had been in the shower so long and only reluctantly got out when Louise banged on the door wanting to go to the toilet. The next day Becca managed to throw the used nappy away, but she didn’t have enough time alone in the house to throw out the entire pack, without risking someone else finding out. So she buried them at the back of her wardrobe, intending to throw them away when she got the chance. That time never came, as the next day it was decided that Louise’s bedroom needed decorating. It had been discussed for about two months already, but Becca wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly. Even though it would only take about three days to decorate the room, Louise would have to sleep somewhere else for at least a week, just so the paint smell was gone. The place where she was going to sleep would be Becca’s room. With Louise in her room, Becca suddenly had very little privacy, which meant that she wasn’t able to throw away the rest of the pack of nappies. So she kept them in her wardrobe. She was glad that she didn’t want to actually wear a nappy, because she would have had no opportunity to do it without Louise finding out. She was the sort of person that noticed things out of the ordinary. Becca stood up from her floor, and looked at the two packs of nappies that were spilling out of her wardrobe. She wasn’t sure what to do with them, but she didn’t like to just stare at them. So she got up and went to get herself a drink. It was when she was stood leaning against the kitchen counter when Louise came in. Becca put the kettle on, because she knew that Louise would want a coffee. “Did you do anything interesting whilst I was out?

For the past few weeks, people have been sending me private messages asking about my whereabouts and I haven't answered any of them. The truth is, I'm now posting actively on ADISC. My controversial thread, "Dealing With Severely Mentally Ill Members" left a bad taste in my mouth. I saw members that did not simply misunderstand, they wanted to misunderstand. It's so much easier to kill the messenger than read the message. Then I got threats from members. Nothing gets done. No rules are put in place -- and by the end of the day, I feel unwelcome. However, there have been some really nice people I've met on here who have supported and continue to support me. I can't hold a grudge with this site because I met some great people here. I like DailyDi and Repaid1. I wish them well. I may come back once I see DailyDi put some rules in place. Until then, I'll see you guys later.

umm i think dd is the biggest laughing stock, because adults getting off wearing diapers is funny! just like to some people adults dressing up at animals and 'scritching' is funny. or to some people, a person rubbing their genitalia on a balloon to get off is funny. hey i'm not trying to get you to stay, if you want to leave, then go, and i hope you find a place that can cater to your every desire for strict stringent rules.

Bought some samples. Interesting diaper. plastic backed but with Velcro-like tabs and a sticky panel. Kept me dry overnight and into today with little sagging. Pretty Impressive!

The claims about the diaper being pretty quite are true. Probably one of the quietest plastic backed diapers I've worn. They've really done their homework on this one. Find it funny on the pictures above how the Secures wetness indicator dots are horizontal whereas the Active's are verticle but the look like the same dots??? Must be getting them from the same mfg but using slight variations in materials to make them different.

hmmmmm I always thought just the opposite

You actually create a post with this immensely insignificant topic?!! Talk about a non-issue! Are you writing this because of a much needed distraction from watching the paint dry, or? The mind boggles.

I'll start from the end: I don't care whether the story is true or not. I just wanted to provide some input, since many people in this topic obviously have no idea how it is done on this side of the Atlantic. To quote the post of AutieAB: As for preachers: they probably have their own facility in the back of the church. And while it would be perfectly possible to ask them to use it when there is no service performed, going there during a service isn't really possible. Also, to add to AutieAB's post: most churches are old enough to be recognized as historical buildings by law and therefore can't really be modified. So just adding a "restroom wing" or using one of the rooms for restroom is out of the question. At least that's how the law in Poland works.

Despite the fact that I'm firmly atheist, there's something fascinating about European church buildings. Trust me, you're confusing two very different nations in terms of how they build their places of worship . Most churches in the USA are located in modern buildings, certainly <100 years old and frequently much newer than that. Obviously they were constructed to modern codes, etc and are very well supported financially. On the contrary, most churches in the UK, Ireland and probably most of the rest of Europe as well are ancient in comparison and have remained relatively unmodified for hundreds and hundreds of years - particularly Catholic and Anglican churches. When they were built, building regs simply didn't exist, let alone today's modern accessibility requirements. By virtue of the fact that they predate the legislation that lays down toilet requirements for public buildings, they're grandfathered in. Many British churches in particular have rapidly ageing and dwindling congregations and simply have no money for modernisation work like installing toilets for attendees. This is a very typical example: i.e. stone built with walls a foot or more thick and extended in sections over a period of hundreds of years (most won't have started out with any kind of tower or spire for starters). Whilst I'm sure some have been brought up to date a fair bit, they're obviously not exactly the easiest buildings to modify and it costs a whole lot of money they simply don't have to do so. I'm not defending BK's position at all but his point about a lot of churches over there not having any facilities is entirely correct.

To be honest, I have yet to see a church that has a public restroom that one can use during a service. And it doesn't matter if the church was built recently or is older that the USofA. Maybe Americans do it differently, but European churches generally don't have restrooms available. Plus, it would be a huge faux pas to walk out in the middle of the ceremony.

Vomiting or fainting I believe. However, no amount of diapers will help with that. I'm not sure what the American attitude toward religion has to with it. If you've seen the religious right, though, I'd say that there are many Americans who take religion extremely seriously.

I won't rest what I like to do. I like to be messed in all the time. Sorry. Who is Al Jolson? I'm not creepy when considering your avatar is of a baby. Shouldn't be allowed to have pic of babies on here. Only reinforces the outside view of child molestation.

I love that signature actually - it makes me laugh every time I see it.

These diapers really are a good diaper but they are super similar to a Bambino like down to the smell. Something tells me there is something wishy-washy about these diapers but I will admit the diaper is a nicely made diaper.

Nightmare on Elm St.! Freddy Cruger is HYSTERICAL!! The new one sucks though I like Steven King flicks that arent effed up. "tommy knockers, the stand, IT, etc. anything by clive barker. none of those movies scare me. the only ones that bother me are demonic movies such as "the exorcism of emily rose" and "paranormal activity". the only "monster" that ever really got to me was michael myers.*Halloween* I've never liked the cheesy horror flicks but Bruce Cambell is an exception. gory horror like "saw" or Hostel...The Hills Have Eyes....dont really catch my interest.

You could also add in CNN,Fox News Network in that last comment. It is the PEOPLE who run this country not the lobbyists,insurance companies,CNN,Fox News Network & bankers/wall street !

I noticed you said that in your last post here also.

Hmmm... The diapers in my bathroom, the diapers in my two bedroom dressers, the diapers in my closet (it's crammed full of em), the diapers in my pantry, the diapers in my kitchen, and the diapers in my living room. My dog and two cats, my family (the ones who accept my poopness), my cd collection, my bb card collection, my mcdonalds toys, my pacis, my bottles, my footies, and my dvd collection of diaper related stuff. MOST MOST important would be well.....my diapers. I literally think only of them and nothing else EVER. I include diaper talk in all my convos in evryday life. Diapers are always on my mind and I m constantly thinking about messing myself uncontrollaably. It's an obsession I guess. I just love it. Oh, I also love my new BFF in my apartment complex who I just started a diapered relationship with. He's changed me, I haven't changed him yet. It's nice to be able to not have to worry about wearing myself out with the whole changing process with the wipes and baby powder and such.

I was at the grocery store yesterday. There was a cute girl in her mid 20's in front of me wearing a blue top, a jean skirt that came down to mid-calf, and some 3" black platform flip-flops. She had her hair in pigtails and her bum did look rather large and rounded, the skirt was pulled very tight in the back. I watched her for a moment thinking maybe, just maybe... and sure enough as she bent over to grab a soda off the bottom shelf the slit in the back of her skirt rose up and I could see a bit of what was definitely a thick diaper between her legs, regular underwear would not have hung that low. I smiled at her as she turned to put the sodas in the cart, she winked at me and laughed. Of course she's my fiancee and we do this kind of thing regularly... but I just had to fuck with y'all a little bit.

nothing like touching a child, oh ye !

Thing about cloth is that you never know when your poopy will become apart of the material forever. Disposables are better, because you can dispose of them, hence the name. I don't see why one would not use disposables. And I rather would not like the idea of washing my poo in the washing machine till it disintegrates.

OMG! The statistic smell so foul again I can hardly stand to be in the room. WHAT??? 10% of people faint at this? Bathroom breaks are given before and after confirmation??? Where, I thought there weren't any bathrooms. You must grow a different breed there or something as this seems like insanity from what you describe. Where I come from kids are resiliant and yes, they may get the occasional jitters but for the most part they're just kids and don't have a care in the world yet. However, you're describing 10-12 year olds. Grades 5-7 where I come from. Dude, I along with others my age were out playing sports all afternoon, in Scouts in the evening, Church some nights for confirmation, and generally just hanging out. We went to school were you maybe went to the bathroom once or twice a day for the average student in elementary or middle school and typically found time inbetween class or something to go. 10-12 CAN HOLD THE URINE!!! It's all relative to their size. Sure, smaller bladder but also less fluid intake = peeing just as frequent as an average adult. Do you honestly think kids can't hold their bladder for more than two hours because of their age? I don't recall peeing 12 times in a day as a child. Sure, stressful situations can cause some butterflies and maybe one pees their pants but I remember my whole fifth grade class putting on presentation infront of all the parents from the school who had kids in that grade. It was probably about 300 fifth graders. Not once do I remember one passing out or peeing themselves. You must not be teaching them right in your society if they can't handle the social environment surrounding a confirmation where 1 out 10 passes out and 1 out of 33 pukes! Insane I tell you, INSANE!!! Ughhh, this is sooooo rediculous.

...Yeah I was born and raised roman catholic went to first communion and confirmation....no one fainted at mine and there were like 40 kids there. And i've been to dozens of the things, never once seen a fainting. ...but I don't worship the cloud alien any more though.

You guys must be really freakin backwards over there. All public buildings in the USA must have accessible public facilities, this includes churches. Maybe churches in Europe are built differently but I somehow doubt it. If there are no restrooms available where is the consideration for pregnant women, children, the elderly or anyone else who doesn't feel like holding it for an hour or more? I submit it would be a worse "faux pas" to soil or wet oneself in the middle of the service... I don't think the almighty would be offended if you excused yourself to handle nature's call. Or how about the preachers, lay persons, and other servants of the Church? Most churches in America have 2 services every Sunday... so if you are involved you are often there from 6 or 7 in the morning until sometime after noon. The whole story is full of inconsistencies and just screams "bullshit!". 99% of the people in this thread have figured that out, why can't you?

can u say attitude problem!!! so young and know it all good luck im old and stupid

Anyone heard of an outhouse??? Port-a-potty??? Or maybe simply just holding it for a couple hours. What'd they do a hundred years ago or more when they were built? Send out messanger boys to the houses of the parisheners saying sew some cloth diapers together for the adults and the children if you plan on attending church? Doubt it. People got by before without the bathrooms there so they certainly can today as well. I understand not modifying a building such as this but for the ones you can if the Church is too broke to upgrade well then maybe the people going to it should throw a little more in the offering then or build one with donations if they don't do an offering. As if constantly buying diapers and wetting and messing yourself is a much more cost effective and practical approach. Riiight...

Gee, like hundreds of thousands of web communities don't already have rules in place? See my previous post and read it carefully. I'll make my post short for you. There's not much activity on this site and the dumb threads (imo) are left prominently on the forums. And you wonder why DD was targeted on Digg.com as one of the biggest laughing stocks on the Internet? (that was posted a little more than a day ago) Here is the original article. And true, I don't know it all, but what I do know is what's best for myself -- and what's best is for me to take a bow.

As the medical field improves, so does the quality of medication, and the ability to flavor it. This concept - flavoring medication was tried in the 1950s, but research showed that the medicinal functionality of the medication was diminished by the sweet / pleasant flavors. That is adults preferred to have their medication vile tasting as it told them that the medication was working. This psychological analysis has been proven incorrect, as long as the patient trusts the person / company dispensing the medication. The current belief is that is the medication is 'old and trusted, it must taste vile' or 'new and radical, if can be pleasant tasting'. Pharmaceutical companies have been exploiting this 'illusion' for years, by making less potent versions of a medication and increasing the 'medical taste' strength. Currently, the effectiveness of flavored medication to non-flavored medication is open to debate, but repeat medication - ie for a disease that you had as a child returning as an adult, and taking the same medication, the only way this works is IF the repeat medication is the same flavor as the original. I mean by 'works' is that the body accepts the medication as medicine, and not just another 'smartie' etc.