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Hello everyone. I have a simple question about the reputation system. Does it work efficiently or does it get abused here? Because I was looking at my profile and saw I have a -3 reputation. I'm not sure if I offended anyone with some comment I don't even remember. This was just on my mind. If this shouldbe moved somewhere else, I understand. It bothers me that someone out there does not like me. Three times. lol.

you know what.. i say go for it, wear the same nasty urine filled diaper for 72 hours... some people are just freaky like that.... who are we to tell you to think about the health risks, just a bunch of people who wear and use diapers, some of us for longer than others here have been alive... but nope... just go for it... wear that diaper until it rots! but make sure you come back and tell us all about it after!

She was crossing to Canada FROM the USA. If she was crossing from Canada she would be going to court in Canada, bot New York state. If the country keeps going the way it currently is it will soon be as bad, if not worse, than living in the current USSR.

Count me in the group that has too many to count. I'd guess somewhere in the 1500-2000 range. But I disagree with the earlier assertion that if you know how many you have, you aren't an ABDL. As the poster above me wrote, you could just be poor, or can't hide them all, or whatever. I do agree, however, that there is no such thing as too many diapers!

I don't find this question stupid. I also disagree that if you know exactly how many you have on hand your aren't an ABDL. I disagree because not everyone is rich and has disposable income to blow on diapers. I myself am in a financial draw. I have 2 diapers left. Both are samples of the new Bambino teddy prints. The first one I tore into and put on this afternoon, trying to test it out. So far it's not leaked on me. I've also been careful not overloading it; I've only messed once today, which is average for me. So that means after I change shortly, I have ONE left. Does this mean I am not an ABDL? No. It means I'm poor!! lol.

being that i just re-stocked the other day, my stash is sitting around 250 disposables, 90% being bambinos. and about a dozen cloth diapers of various styles. You can never have enough!

I like Bettypooh's emotes. They make her posts seem more festive and fun, and serve to convey a sense of emotion, something that would take far more text and effort to convey without them. So, for my vote, emote away .

This has to rate as the creepiest Necro ever.

Yes, it gets abused badly. I hope that DailyDi disables it ASAP. The only thing that it has done is causing chaos.

Dude... your logic is so fucked up I don't even know where to begin. I am the international shipping SPECIALIST at work... we're a $20 million company, so I do international shipments all over the world on a DAILY BASIS. #1: US companies shipping internationally DO NOT CHARGE SALES TAX, period. Sales tax is only charged if the item being sold is shipped to the same state that the seller resides in, and that is only if the purchaser does not have a tax exemption or resale certificate. #2: I don't know where you get your "volume discounts can be up to 60%" figure from. But my company's volume discount with FedEx is somewhere in the neighborhood of 79%. It all depends on how big you are and how much you ship. An 83% discount is easily possible. #3: The "mail service providers" are run by the government and are generally more geared towards delivering letters, bills, and such... they don't do very well with packages. Also, the mail goes places that parcel carriers such as FedEx, DHL, and UPS do not. Little towns way off the beaten path. I have to use the US Postal Service to send items to outposts in Alaska all the time because they are only accessible by air... FedEx and UPS don't go there. #4: FedEx's business model is pretty damn sound... they have nearly 300,000 employees and are a $40 BILLION company. I'd say they are doing just fine. I'm sorry that their nearest hub is so far away from you, but I'm sure there is a logical reason for its location. I understand that you are unhappy with your experience... but quit trying to blame the shipping carrier. They merely follow directions given to them by the company whose product they are shipping. Perhaps you should have requested that Jumpin Jammers ship to you via Postal Service or another carrier with a more local location... I'm sure they would have been more than happy to comply with your wishes.

Hey everyone - this is my first post ever. I read this board sometimes, and I was so excited when I came back and saw the new "adult kid" forum. I had no idea there were others like me. I'm pretty much just a DL, but sometimes I like to play as an older kid (10-12 ish) who gets humiliated by accidents (wet, but sometimes messy too ). My boyfriend and I play sometimes that I am his student and have an accident in school, or sometimes he's my dad who is upset with my bedwetting, and a few other scenarios. It always ends with me somehow being humiliated and he leaves me in my dirty diaper/undies for as long as possible so that I can savor the humiliation. (Its so hard for me to not touch myself sometimes!) Anyway, twice now we decided to be adventurous and do PUBLIC accidents. (note: I know we probably broke every unwritten rule of the ABDL community, but I , had SO. MUCH. FUN.) First, let me explain how we can get away with this - I am 20 years old, but am merely 4'9'' tall. Yes, I am very tiny, which makes our public play very believable. To make myself look younger, I obviously wear no make up. I part my hair down the middle and wear pigtails (Cliche, but it definitely helps when trying to look young). I used ceran (sp?) wrap to flatten out my breasts, which are sort of large for my size. I bought a couple of young looking outfits from the girl's department at Kohl's and wore white tennis shoes. I made sure the outfits were a little loose and boxy so that my figure wouldn't show. Dressed like this, I easily loose 10 years off my age. There's no way that I look over 11 or 12. I went dressed like this to a restaurant once just to test out the look ahead of time, and was automatically handed a kid's menu and crayons without even being asked if I wanted them. The waitress asked if my boyfriend was my dad or big brother. I said dad. Clearly, mission accomplished when it came to looking young. For the big day, which we'd been planning for a while, we drove FAR away from our hometown. I would die if anyone we knew had witnessed our little game. I was wearing a goodnite around for the day. Being around 95-100 pounds, goodnites fit me pretty well. After the first wetting in the car, you could already see outline of the diaper through the light colored jeans I was wearing. (I chose light colored on purpose of course) I drank and drank and drank (mountain dew and water) and had to wait a few hours for the urge to pee again. In the mean time we walked around a mall, where I was sure to have the top of my goodnite "accidentally" poking out of the top of my pants in the back. Even this was thrilling. Once I finally had to go, I waited till I was BURSTING and we went to a busy grocery store. I walked behind my boyfriend, I mean my 'dad', for a little while as he randomly put stuff in a cart. My heart was beating so fast when I finally decided to let go in an isle that appeared to have a lot of people. It look a a few seconds for me to really start to flow, but once it did - I didn't think it would EVER STOP. As you probably well know, a goodnite (especially one that has already been wet for several hours) can only hold so much. I could definitely feel some leaking between my legs and around my butt on one side. The patches were pretty obvious in the back, but there was no dripping on the floor. I'm sure I had a terrified look on my face, just like a real 11 year old would if they were having a leaky accident in the middle of a grocery store. One woman looked DIRECTLY at the growing wet patches on my pants but didn't say anything, and I legitimately felt embarrassed!! It was exhilarating. We walked for a little while longer with my wet patches, as "dad" had not noticed yet. More people MUST have seen. FINALLY, the moment of humiliation came. In an isle with at least 6 other people. "What's the matter Amy, you're so quiet?" (used a fake name). "Nothing" I whimpered back. It was not hard to act scared/embarrassed in this moment because I actually was, even though I was loving it too. Then he looked down and me and started to talk quite loudly. "Come on Amy! Not again!" He sort of yelled at me and grabbed my upper arm and turned me around to take a closer look at my butt. Everyone was looking. "Why didn't you tell me you were so wet? DId you even try to make it to the bathroom? I'm really getting sick of this!" I whimpered and managed to squeeze out a few tears. "I...I...I can't help it... Can we go home now?" He told me- "NO, you're just going to have to sit in it until we get home now. Then you're mother can deal with you." He sighed loudly, trying to sound really annoyed and dragged my by the arm. We walked around the grocery store a little while longer, my face down in shame. The more we walked, the saggier the goodnite became. We bought a few groceries that he actually needed. After we checked out, my "dad" asked the old lady who was bagging groceries for an extra plastic bag so that his "daughter's little accident doesn't get all over the car sear." She looked at my sympathetically and we left. I actually sat on the plastic bag, as he made me stay in the goodnite for the rest of the ride home. It was pretty uncomfortable after a while, but by the time we got home I was SO HORNY it was crazy. I really felt like I knew what it was like to be an accident-prone big kid to be humiliated in public. It was a little bit horrible but mostly awesome. This post is really long, so if anyone wants to hear the story of our second public play, just say the word and I'll post soon.

Hi again! I'm really happy you guys had positive responses to my story! I was worried about how people would react, but I was excited to post because I am one of the few that is TRULY able to live out their fantasy. Although I sometimes find it difficult to be young-looking in the work place and academic world, it definitely comes in handy with my particular fetish. Anyway, public accident #2 happened about two weeks after the first. I was probably the last time we will do it for a long time for a few reasons. First, we are really busy these days. We hardly even have time to 'play' at home anymore Also, there is some risk in being seen - my boyfriend has a relatively high profile job in our local area. But the main reason that it will probably be our last is that I got WAYY more than I bargained for this time. I'm not sure I could ever build up the courage again! This time I wanted to step it up a little and have a messy accident. I know it's sort of gross, but i adore the feeling of mess in my pants! (Hate the clean up though!!!!) The night before, we ate a big dinner and McDonalds and I took a laxitive before I went to bed. I knew this would make it easy for me to have an "accident" the next day without having to push or struggle too much. I wore a pink skirt (a little above knee-length) and some sheer-ish white tights while my 'dad' wore some nice pants and a shirt and tie. We looked like a nice family that had been to a church service earlier in the day. Once again, I wore a pre-wet goodnite. I easily could have pooped the second I woke up in the morning, but I continued to let the feeling build until we arrived in a far away town in the afternoon. The plan was to have a messy accident in the store (we used a grocery store again, they're always full of people!!), walk around like that for a while until dad finally notices the smell and my bulging back side. He would then say something embarrassing and drag me out of the store while lecturing me. Pretty much the same plan as last time, but it didn't work out quite the same. This time it happened in the back of a grocery store, near the meats. It took a few tries to get myself to start pooping. Thanks to the laxitive and greasy food, I was finally able to relax enough to get going. I might have relaxed a little too much, because I accidentally starting peeing at the same time. The poop was WAYYY runnier than I anticipated and just wouldn't stop coming out of me. My but was suddenly a diherrea faucet. I stood still, genuinely shocked, scared, and shaking while nature took it's course. To my horror, my diaper not only began to leak, but began to form a puddle on the floor under me. I yellow puddle flecked with little bits of brown poo. I didn't know it at the time, but there was actually poo running down the back of my legs. I was frozen and did NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. "umm...daddy?" I whimpered, eyes welling with tears. He didnt really hear me because he's not used to responding to daddy. "Daddy?" I tried again. A lady with a 2 - 3 year old boy tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to me. He turned around and looked just as shocked as I felt. "Oh my god!! What happened??" He asked. "I don't know...my belly just hurt really bad." I was actually crying, and still shaking at this point. He flagged down a passing employee and asked her to get a janitor. She looked at me and looked really grossed out. A man from behind the meat counter brought out a role of paper towels which my dad used to attempt to dry off my dripping legs. The same lady that tapped his shoulder offered to take me to the ladies room to get cleaned up. "That's okay, we're leaving NOW" he told her. He apologized to the man who was heading our way with a mop, and held my hand as he led me out of the store sobbing. Once we were in the parking lot alone, I told him that I was sorry and I didn't intend to have such a big accident. I was still a little shaky, but he started to crack up so I calmed down. I couldn't really sit all the way home like that, so my boyfriend pulled a couple towels out of his gym bag in the trunk. He laid one on the back seat for me to lay on while he stripped of my soiled shoes, tights, skirt, and diaper and used the other to clean me up a little. I felt so vulnerable, i secretly hoped someone would walk by and see this situation but I don't think anyone did. He then put a clean goodnite on me, even though my bum was still a little messy. He threw the soiled towels, clothes, and diaper into a dumpster and I rode the whole way home in just a goodnite and shirt (which drove him wild). I wet that goodnite later at home and vowed that I would never again do a public accident. But we'll see how it goes, maybe someday it will happen again. Just not anytime soon!!! This experience was NOT nearly as fun as the first, but we still talk about it sometimes and laugh our asses off. If our friends and family knew, they would think we were SO TWISTED, but I swear we're really normal! We're just a little kinky (sorry for all the spelling/grammar issues in my posts, I wrote them quickly)

Did you as a child ever wish to have something "wrong" with you or have an injury or disability of some sort? I know for myself, I did and I think I'm not really all that alone as I've talked with my wife, other family and friends and we've all admitted to it in some way, shape or form. I wished I had a broken arm, crutches, braces on my teeth, an arm in a sling, outty belly button or even a cool looking birthmark or scar. Other people I know mentioned having glasses (even faking eye exams to get them), illnesses, diseases, broken fingers, legs, you name it, someone's probably desired it. Comparing or wanting scars was probably the most popular. Nobody mentioned incontinence though. I had these desires for these things to happen to me I'd say between age 5 - 14 or so, maybe later. The earliest time I remember this desire was in elementary school when I remembered I tried to purposely break my arm by jumping high of the swings and crashing to the ground. I just got bruised up and banged up but no broken bones. After about three attempts, I gave up as I was in other pain and it started sounding like a bad idea after that. Guess I wasn't trying hard enough or I was one solid little kid. I think I was in about 2nd grade when I attempted this. I also remember having to go to the hospital where they'd put an ID bracelet on you and all the kids especially in elementary school always wore them to school the next day or two, sometimes more. I honestly think it was an attention thing. You know like, Johnny broke his arm and got a cool cast and now everyone's asking him what happened and wanting to sign it. Or the kid on crutches that got to get out of class a few minutes early to miss the traffic in the hallways and who also got a helper to carry his books. Or even the kids who got to go to the nurse to get their medication every day, or the kids you know had ADD, or ADHD who were treated a little more special. Funny looking back at how much of an attention grabber I wanted to be as a child but it sounds like I wasn't alone there. Seems silly to want to have things wrong with you just to get attention. I don't really want any of that other stuff to happen to me now but I know me like several others have that desire for incontinence at times. That for me started about my high school years. The other desires now I think would just suck as I don't want to be sick or break a bone because I have a job to work and bills to pay but incontinence is different from that other stuff and would really stop me from working. I always pictured myself when I was in high school becoming incontinent somehow and then being found out about my diapers but in a positive way. Basically where most people were understanding about it and thought of it no different than a broken arm or something. Where they'd see me like "ohh cute, he's got that bladder problem and has to wear a diaper", "Must be going to the nurses office to change himself", "poor guy has to wear those diapers", "I saw his diapers, how cute (girls giggling)", that sort of thing. Yeah, sure maybe a fantasy type thing but just how I pictured it and how I got the special treatment more than anything. Also getting the privileges to cut part of class to go to the nurse’s office where my supplies are and change. This is really the only desire that has carried over into my adult life. I didn't post this in the "Incontinent Desires" forum because it is more about those desires as a child to want a disability, disease or injury of some sort. It may have included incontinence but that's only one part of it. So what about everyone else here? Did any of you just walk back into memory lane? Did you have any of these types of desires as a child? Have they carried over to your adult life? Have they changed? Were you every the kid that had the special need? If so, was it all cut up to be what you thought it would be? If you did have to wear diapers in your youth at school, how was it perceived and how was day to day life, like what happened, what'd you do, what'd other do or say, etc? Thanks for letting me share my story, now your turn. Thanks to all who reply!!

Ummm, She was coming FROM Canada, TO the (Now and forever WILL be) United States of America.

^^^^^I did not know this. So I went and negged all my posts in this thread. Should I feel bad I hate myself now? Lol.

Or maybe it is that some of us are wise enough to be able to detect bullshit from a mile away. The internet is full of it folks... don't believe everything you read, and if it sounds like someone's fantasy story it probably is.

Really, how many do you have? Are you serious?? Between the disposables and cloth that I have, I have no idea. If you only have enough to know how many you have on hand then you're not really AB or DL, geez what a stupid question. Peace, Vic

Maybe she sold her house and wanted out of the "soon-to-be" U.S.S.A.

When you use the rep system to neg or plus someone just because of that persons political views you are using it to spread hate. It also goes to prove that the system is pretty much useless.

1. So it'll get stronger than even the AfterBite skeeter stick? (And I thought that seemed strong enough.) 2. Then you say the bacteria adds to it. Therefore, the smell must be different, but I can't imagine it, so what other things in life could one put together to replicate that smell? 3. I have a feeling it would also cause a skin infection. What's it called, or at least what would it look like? 4. How serious would it be? 5. I guess according to what you say, it won't be fun to wear the same one even after 24 hours. I'm looking for other ways to have fun ageplaying like this. Ideas please? (I can't find an ageplay club that caters to people like the ones on this site in my town so I'll need other suggestions. Thanks.)

I did hear about that one, although details were sparse, and others but the resuts are over the long run, inconclusive. In addition to that, Johns Hopkins quit performing sex change operation over 2 decades ago citing many dissatisfied customers. However, there is a kind of gender-related "psychotherapy" that teaches pre-ops to avoid being "read" while they still have their stock equipment. So there seems to be a wide lattitude, which seems to be the way with human studies: If a result can be only one of two predicted, it seems to be the rule that you will get a significant number of a third, and nobody is ready to jump ship. Since we don't know the intimate family dynamics, we don not know if any subtle clues were given. There is always the story of "Clever Hans" the counting horse; even the trainer probably did not know that he was sending the horse subtle signals. Also, in sight-related tasks I generally performed way over my 1/14 (both distance and near based on the nx mag to reach 20/20 levels) in one eye and 0% in the other specifications. I was between the second and third quartile in the Science Research Associates Reading Lab, higher in comprehension than speed (I was a voracios reader and a real bug for anything that could fly), and was pretty competitive with fully-sighted individuals. In high school I was in the second quartile in calss raning at an admissions based academy that could pick and choose its students and I didn't break until the requirements of visual performance got very high But then also I was not addressing Transexualism or physical modification Could you keep the emoticons down. it detracts from the post. Fewer is better. Certainly 8 in one paragraph is overdoing it

The thing is you're building on one case. Even the most ardent modern supporters of Structuralist theory do not support few-case science because of Bernoulli's Theorem: As the number of cases approaches infinity, the observed probability of a specific outcome approaches the actual probability. a single or even a dozen spectacular case does not make even a pilot study and nature vs nurture, well, that has been kicked around since the Jukes family case. This was a Systematic Observation and not even an experiment. In my grad school course "Giftedness and Creativity", we studied the Karl Witte ("WIT-ty) case where this guy was the father of a real dumb kid. He was some kind of intellectual and said that he could and would, just by psychological means turn the kid into a genius. Well guess what. You must also explain those who successfully manage (are happy with themselves. and I have communicated with enough of them) mixed and bi-genderedness in physicological terms and the fact is, we do not know that much about the brain and it's workings. The best you can say is that this was a spectcular case where the recommended protocols did not work. That is to be expected to happen in about 5% of the cases. And we never know which 5% and we never know why. Just look at the list of side effects of otherwise very good meds that you would not even imagine. Even the best brains can be fooled, looke up the case of N-rays. Uri Geller had credibility with enough physical scientists to sell himself as a psychic: Until the self-admitted illusionist/conjuror Janes Randi came in, did everyting Geller did and on command, which Geller said could not be done I'm really no fan of the DSM so I can't comment on it. I think the most we can say is that function is hard-wired, content is not. Gender is a matter of content. AS for my "insanely repetitive avatar" that is at least in one place and not in the text, your emoticons are spread all over the place and as to "misspelled workds" If I did the kind of editing I'd like to do with the tools I would like that would not be. I use a reverse field, white on black layout. I would not even be able to use a black on white layout. the spell-check uses a dark red underline, nor do I choose the foht size of the input box. I would have it bigger and the spell-check underline to be yellow. An over-abundance of emoticons, by being much larger than the font, disrupts the visual gestalt of the text and also gives the appearance of being childishly egocentric ("Who's trying to tune all the bells that he rings" form Buffalo Springfield's NOWADAYS CLANCY CAN'T EVEN SING); not good in technically oriented psots, like too may exclamation points and there is also "enough already!" . That was more an FYI than a criticism. NOW it's a criticism Typos are unintentional. the (over)use of emoticons is premeditated. the question was not how well-learned I am, but what was the driver (Structuralism or Functionalism) and it is from a first person perspective (so it's Real People, meaning it has presence, and not an abstract case). I note it , and others, Clever Hans and Karl Witte as cases where psychology was the driver and sometimes trumped the physical. I was not aware of what was in play because I was focused on the material and it was something I wanted. I am not impressed with my "well-learnedness". I think of myself as being an ordinary person who figured it out and that did not take a mega-brain, it just took "minding the store" and thinking "I can" until it is proven to me that I cannot. But that is another discussion.

I thought that I'd live out the pleasure of wearing & wetting them so much if I put on a diaper that was absorbent enough to withstand 3 days worth of my wetting before it was about to overflow and I'd need to change. I found some on Bambino and XP Medical that have a 5-droplet absorbency rating, and was told by some chatters that the ones with bigger waist size ratings than mine would hold even more than the ones meant for my own waist size. As a side-effect, wearing one rated for a much bigger waist size would make me waddle, which would make the experience even cuter. Someone in chat wondered "Who would want to wear one for 72 hours???" I told them that I had this "nursery jelly" so I could keep putting it on if the rash kept becoming a problem. Then they said the rash would be the "least" of my problems, and added that I would REEK after 36 hours. Does pee "rot?" I thought pee smelled pretty aromatic. A chatter also mentioned that it would smell like ammonia. Well I smell ammonia from those AfterBite itch-treatment sticks every time I use it, so I think the ammonia is okay. But what else would it smell like? And what OTHER problems would I run into from attempting to wear it for 3 days, that hasn't been mentioned yet? Thanks in advance for your answers.