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Well I better type this before I turn into a big crying mess since I have a black cloud hanging over my head at the moment and I am about to do the bad thing (which is kind of why I use diapers in the first place).

@Comfortably diapered

Guilty of drinking taquila and Arizona mango juice. Full diaper here I come

The first time I knew was, at the age of 15, after taking a long hot shower. While I was finishing the drying-off process, using a brand new ultra-thick terrycloth bath towel for the first time, as I began to dry off my 'lower area,' when the big soft towel ended up in the position of a diaper, I glanced in the mirror and realized what it looked like. I closed by legs and pulled the towel snugly to complete the diaper look. It caused a feeling that I can recall to this day, comforting, loving, self-nurturing, etc. It wasn't until many years later, following a life-changing injury, that I required adult briefs due to incontinence caused by the injury. Soon, I remembered that old feeling and began to look at my injury as a blessing. This is why I love a nighttime diaper so thick (like this Inspire+ InControl Diaper) that I can't completely close my legs, just like that big white ultra-thick terrycloth towel.

I feel thick cloth diapers and plastic pants are best, but Dry 24/7 are great for the disposable.

Rearz Lil Squirts. SO thick when wet

"Vacation!" she said with a mouthful of baby food.. "Where are you going?" she thought maybe this would be her time to escape.

Humm so last night I climbed into bed without my usual night time diaper.

I think the differance is we been married for 17 years and we have been playing with diapers since day one

I'll briefly touch on everything you wrote after the "personal" bit. The internet isn't my life. However, it is my source of income (small as it may be) and my access to the ABDL world. If you don't see why the threat of losing that would cause anxiety then that's fine. But it does. Secondly, I've been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I am on anti-depressants and currently attend group therapy sessions... I don't say that for pity, I say it to explain why I am not and can not be more active in fighting these things. It was the first set of laws back in November that started me down the slippery slope, I ended up suicidal for a couple of days until I was able to reach out for help. Depressions and anxiety, when experienced in levels that affect day to day life are irrational. When the feelings take hold it is very difficult to be reasonable and to step back and be objective about things. Basically, things like this effect me in a drastically bad way. Whether it is rational or not depends on what you think will happen, but the fact is that they "trigger" me in such a way that I can't control my emotions. It's helped by pills and hopefully the therapy will allow me to get control back, but for now this stuff just instantly crushes me. I cannot lead a campaign against it because using so much energy and time thinking about this stuff will be exceptionally unhealthy for me. You wouldn't ask a man with a broken leg to lead a race, you can't expect someone suffering with emotional problems to lead or take significant part in a campaign about the thing causing the problems. --- I hope you are right on these things and that there is little to worry about, but we have seen the power creep from the Tories already. With the Snoopers Charter and then the Digital Economy Act, they are cutting in to privacy and cutting corners out of the internet wherever they can. If they win the election (which looks very likely) then for another five years this power will continue to creep because Theresa May is very big on these kind of laws. The Digital Economy Act proposed that all age play between consenting adults online in porn be blocked. The definition was vague, who can say whether DailyDiapers would have been caught up in that net or not. Do most of us think it is porn? Probably not. Would a government agent with no knowledge of this lifestyle? Maybe... The stories can be pornographic and so can the pictures. The part relating to age play being blocked was dropped on the very day it passed. It was dropped because it was the last day before the government broke up for the election. If there hadn't been an election, the amendment would likely not have passed and it's possible that we would already be in trouble. --- The argument that it is to protect children and stop terrorism is as old as time and it never works. They are excuses trotted out after every tragedy to justify limiting freedoms. There is no evidence (as of the last time I looked, this morning) that the terrorist in Manchester used any internet service, encrypted or not, to help with his attack. They also want porn to not be searchable on search engines. It is draconian to stop the however many million adults in this country from easily finding pornography they want because of a perceived risk to kids. Not to mention the many pieces of software that already exist that essentially give "parental controls" on where your kids can and can't go. It doesn't require legislation. Then we have the constant references to "sexual violence"... This was their justification for originally trying to block BDSM, age play and all that stuff in the first place. If you don't think they won't return to that well then we will have to disagree on that. --- Lastly I will say that laws should not be made on emotion. The terrorist attack was bad and it hurt a lot of people but that doesn't mean it is necessary to bring in laws that make it harder for average law abiding people to access things like the internet. As well as the things listed in the article above, I have seen references to a law that the Tories want to force through right after the election that would mean they gain greater control over ISPs. It referenced hardware being installed that would stop VPNs from working in the way they are supposed to. I'm no tech expert and just trying to remember off the top of my head. When you look at them trying to stop VPNs, trying to censor porn, trying to create a white list so the government has to approve websites to be seen in this country and their attempts to ban encryption which is important for the small amount of online privacy we have left... Yeah, I think there is ample reason to worry about the future of the internet in this country.

Hailey went to the Kayla and cuddle her. " well soon this will be natural " Hailey said. At first this was just to get revenge for her but after a couple weeks Kayla started to grow on Hailey. She didn't know if she should let Kayla go out just keep her here. She hugged her.

Here are a couple steps you can take to get yourself started in the right direction: - Wearing 24/7 is vital; you can't truly start living the lifestyle if you keep swapping between diapered and not diapered. You can build up to this by putting

Please feel free to live your life how you see fit, and do what makes you happy. We all are looking to do just that.

I would suggest that you not worry about sticking to any particular schedule or program. Just wear diapers

Okay I know it is your decision but I really think at the age of 27 (I don't understand why these young people want to do this) you have your whole life ahead of you.

Incontinence is not fun and games and is a life changing issue. why people strive to become incontinent is something I can not understand.

Well, let's face it, we're all writing "fap" stories, because all our stories are centered around a common theme that happens to be very fetish-y in nature. The difference between a good writer and a bad one is how much of a story they build around that theme, how much they can make the fetish-y part fade into the background on the strength of a compelling tale.

Those will be "famous last words" on her part when she fully appreciates the work that can entail. We are told that the biggest problem in the world is people who will not take "no" for an answer. It is those who will not take "yes" when they find out just wat is involved in that "yes". A couple of Fairy proverbs: "Magic gives you what you ask for; not what you want" and "To cheat a fool, give her that for which she asks". Another such "to lie to a liar, speak the truth and let her run herself through on it" Ask her if she will do the laundry when it goes wrong, or bear the expenses, or live with the consequences if that behavior spreads as the whole control system goes down, and ask why parents would like to have their children potty-trained before birth

Thanks for the update InD!

They might be too busy with our current administration.

Some additional information. The Tories want a "white listed" internet where only what they say should be online is allowed online. Everything else will be blocked, and from the way their manifesto talks about it, it is clear that pornography will take a huge hit and that will include websites like this. Any and all websites or pages that the government decide you shouldn't see will be blocked. VPNs will be blocked so you can't get around it, the government will have complete control of everything that is allowed to be seen online both foreign and domestic. It will be worse than China. China blacklists websites it doesn't like... The UK will require websites to be white listed which means they will have to ask permission to be shown or get passively blocked. This will probably mean having to pay money to get allowed in if you are eligible or just getting outright blocked. I'm feeling terribly anxious and with this level of censorship I won't be able to function. A free and open internet is a real core value and important belief of mine and without it I don't know how I will cope. I don't know if I can cope. It feels inevitable and I can't see a way of saving the situation.

It's been a long times since I updated here.

Wearing in public gets easier the more times you do it Just wear one under your clothes and go out wearing it: nobody will likley notice

I don't comment really ever but I just noticed this kind of thing happens a lot. I am 25 years old and have always wanted to go back to bedwetting. I used to wet the bed every night until around age 15. Just

I'm posting two chapters today especially for my friend KWOceans because I don't think she'll like chapter 19 so much. Part 19"I'll be right back, I have to get the leftovers out of the trunk," April said as she set me down on my feet just inside the door. "Find something to play with, I won't be a moment."I nodded as she turned and went back out the front door. I saw Harry's tail poking out from around the corner of the kitchen doorway. I walked over, as best I could with a pretty wet diaper, and picked him up.. when I spotted the package of cookies on the countertop. I was so hungry and they were right there... April wouldn't mind if I just took one. I'd been good, I deserved a cookie. I didn't even get a single edamame at dinner, after all. I pushed a kitchen chair over to the counter and struggled to pull myself up. Standing on the chair, I could see the countertop easily and I pulled a cookie from the package."Oh.. oh, these are so good," I said to myself aloud as I crunched. The cookie was gone too quickly... they tasted heavenly, just simply amazing, and on an empty stomach it was possibly the best tasting thing I had ever had ever. April wouldn't mind if I had one or two more..."Ugh, I dropped my keys under the car seat and it took forever to find them, sorry swee.. KIMMY!" April turned the corner and caught me with my mouth full of my tenth cookie. After that third one, I just couldn't stop.. they were so good."I... um.. I was only going to have one, but I was hungry! It's not my fault!""Kimberly. Morris. You just ate almost an entire package of cookies instead of dinner, half an hour before your bedtime. I... you know what?" April was really mad. I sat down on the chair, my ankles barely hanging over the giant seat."I'm sorry," I said, looking down."You have no idea how sorry you're going to be," her voice sounded sad. I looked up in terror... that didn't sound like April! What was she going to do? Oh, why did those cookies have to be so good?!"You, Kimberly Morris, don't know what's good for you," she said flatly as she carried me into the nursery, "Tonight is not going to be fun. You're going to end up going to bed late and you're going to make my night very hard. I am not happy about this.""I didn't mea-", I was cut off by the pacifier, she pumped it and I was silenced. She stripped me of my clothing and was about to slip a tattletale diaper under me when I sat up on the changing table. I made a pleading gesture with my hands and whined."Your regular diapers aren't going to be able to hold what those cookies are going to do to you, Kimmy. Those are a sometimes treat because if you eat too many, it will wreak havoc on your digestion. You just signed yourself up for a very unpleasant night, sweetie. I'm hoping that tonight will serve as a good lesson for you, I won't even have to punish you - you punished yourself."I relaxed a bit at this, she laid me back down and continued."You are a Little, no matter what you think, you don't know what's best for you. You are constantly getting yourself into these awful situations because you make decisions as if you understood everything that was going on. When you find yourself in a situation like this... an open package of cookies in the kitchen, no mommy around.. ask yourself, 'Would mommy let me do this?' If the answer is no, you shouldn't be doing it. Do I make up arbitrary rules to make you miserable?"I shook my head no as tears welled up in my eyes from the lecture. She taped the awful tattletale diaper around my waist and sat me up."You also need to ask yourself, 'What would a good Little do here?' I think we both know a good Little wouldn't sneak a cookie, don't we."I nodded as she held me close."Kimmy, I really wish you hadn't done this to yourself. Tonight is not going to be pleasant. Let's go watch some TV until this is done. I expect you to work hard to control your emotions, your bedtime is looming and we both know you get erratic when it gets late."I mimed, "Cold!" as she started to lift me from the table. I didn't want to spend the evening in just this awful diaper."No, Kimmy - we're not running any risks, you don't get a shirt tonight."April moved the coffee table out of the way and sat me down on the floor in front of the couch where it had been.--I hated those chocolate cookies now with every fiber of my being. The pain had been staggering, and by the time I was done the tattletale diaper had me completely lifted off the ground, just my heels reached the floor. I had to sit in that, sobbing until April was sure my tummy was done. It was 8:30 by the time the bath was done, and I was a crying wreck."My poor sweetie, I'm so sorry this happened to you. You're all clean, it's over, everything's okay.""Everything's not okay!" I screamed at April, "That was awful! Why would anyone make a food that would do that to someone! Why would anyone make those awful diapers? I couldn't move, I was trapped in it, it was awful! Amazons are awful!"April just hugged me tightly and rocked me while I screamed my rage at the world. When it was done I was beyond exhausted and I realized she was humming softly as she held me. I sniffled as she carried me to the nursery and she dressed me in a nighttime diaper and a soft pair of white footed PJs... no mittens, no back zipper, just a simple outfit."Today was one heck of a day, wasn't it, my little Kimmy?" I lay limp as she settled me down in the crib and tucked me in, laying Harry Otter at my side and stroking my cheek. I knew I should feel awful for what I said, but I didn't, and now I was laying in a crib, in a diaper. "You were very clever today in the store. I'm sorry you had such a hard time. I hear that things feel unfair, and it's okay to be angry. I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, no matter how you feel. I will always love you, Kimberly."She stroked my back gently... I was so exhausted from the day that I dropped off to the sound of her soothing tones. Part 20I awoke in the crib, my nighttime diaper was already soaked."Oh no, not that too!" Today was off to an awful start. I tried to empty my bladder, just in case since I'd be getting a morning change anyway.. but nothing came. I really did have a nighttime accident."Oh Kimmy," April sighed, walking in, "I was hoping you'd feel better after a good night's sleep. I really want to try and have a good day today, sweetie.""I had an accident," I explained, but it came out more like a whine."Of course you did, sweetie - I change you every morning.""No.. April, I mean I had a real accident. I didn't wet the diaper on purpose, I woke up wet... " I refused to cry this early in the day. I spent entirely too much time crying or letting my emotions run away with me."Oh sweetie," April said in a pitying tone as she lifted me up and held me close, "My poor Kimmy, that must be very upsetting for you. I am so sorry, Kimmy. It's okay, I'm here for you."I felt April's arms wrap around me and I closed my eyes. I could feel sadness welling up inside me, but I felt like I could handle it from where I was. April understood me. She wasn't dismissing my feelings, she wasn't minimizing them, she was just comforting me. I felt so loved in her arms, I wished I could stay right here forever."I love you," I said softly, my emotions under control again. I was sad... but it seemed inevitable. I was going to have an accident eventually... Melanie was even untraining herself completely. I wasn't going to see a toilet as long as I was here, this was not the worst thing ever. I sighed and soaked in April's warmth."I love you too, my darling," she gave me a final squeeze before laying me down for the morning change. "How about we make things easy with just a PJ day today?" she asked rhetorically, I didn't pick my clothes after all.. I didn't know what the plans were for the day, I didn't know the weather.. I... I couldn't make the best choice. But I could trust April to make the best choice for me. I got the expected daytime diaper, and she dressed me in footie PJs that made me look like a sloth.. complete with mittens that I could pull on and off on my own and a little tail. It was baggy, you couldn't even tell I had on a diaper underneath. I mean.. it was very childish, I looked every bit like a Little... but it wasn't showing off my diaper to the world. April was pretty good about making sure my undergarments were hidden, for which I was very thankful. She carried me over and stood me in front of the floor-length mirror in the hall."I'm a sloth!" I raised my arms in victory and danced around. April laughed and clapped."You are the cutest sloth ever," she said, "Now, make your best sloth sound for me! What does a sloth say?"I opened my mouth... and paused. She tricked me!"Hey!" I said with mock indignation. April laughed and scooped me up, tossing me into the air and catching me once before snuggling me close."There's my Kimmy," she rubbed her nose against mine while holding me aloft. I giggled at the feeling.. I felt weightless and loved. I was flying and perfectly safe... April would never let anything happen to me. "You need to pick out what toys you want to take over to Melanie's house tonight. I'm going to be dropping you off after lunch, Lisa said she had a surprise dinner for you.. she promised you'd like it, so it's not baby food. I'll pick you up in the morning. I think we'll spend the morning playing music, after your overnight bag is packed. How does that sound?""Wonderful," I said with a smile. I grabbed my activity book.. I'd still only done one page in it, and it wasn't even quite done yet. And Harry Otter, I couldn't go without him. And my box of crayons. I set them on the coffee table and looked around. The brain toys were still in the playpen, but those were a solo activity... I wandered into the nursery and looked around for something that would be fun for both Melanie and me, and settled on an electronic toy that looked similar to a memory game back home. I carried that over to where I had set the book, the crayons, and Harry."April!" I called, not seeing her, "Can we give some tattletale diapers to Melanie? I think she'd like them. Can I take my ukulele?""Oh, that's a good idea sweetie - we'll give her a few since you're probably never going to go through that whole pack. Lisa will think it's funny and I bet Melanie will like it too. No, sweetie - you can't take your ukulele, it should stay here. We'd hate for something to happen to it."April came up behind me and packed my choices into the puffy pink and purple diaper bag."Let's get some breakfast and have some fun," she smiled as she scooped me up, tickling me as she carried me all the way to the kitchen. I squealed helplessly and kicked my feet, laughing and loving every minute of it.--Since I was going to be at Lisa's overnight and April wasn't going to move the carseat, I got a rare treat - I was going to get to walk to the door, just like Melanie got to walk to our door! I had my white velcro shoes on with my cute cute sloth PJs, and I felt a little giggly. This was going to be fun. I held on tightly to April's hand, I had to reach very high to make it comfortable for her to walk with me, but it was either me wrench my shoulder a bit, or her hunch over. Walking hand in hand wasn't practical after all, that was minorly disappointing. I had a momentary daydream of April and I, the same size, walking hand in hand through a park at sunset. It made me smile. Walking to the stairs proved difficult. Walking UP the stairs was Herculean. With each stair, I had to pull hard against April's grip and hoist myself up, every stair felt like it was about half my height. And solid concrete is too rough on the skin, I can't crawl up it. After what feels like a very long workout, we arrive at the front door to the apartment building. I'm a little short of breath, I haven't been in the habit of exercising lately."Whew," I panted, "We made it." April glanced back to the parking lot, she got a really good spot, we were right next to the building. For her this was maybe 30 paces."You did great, sweetie!" April says encouragingly, "I knew you could do it!""Yay!" I raise my hands in victory, "Let's go see Lisa!""Okay, we just have to go up to the third floor where her apartment is.""Third... " I looked back at the half-flight of stairs I had worked so hard to scale to get to the entrance of the building. The thought of doing that six times over was staggering. I looked up into April's encouraging eyes, "Will you carry me please?""Of course I will, sweetie - any time you want," and within moments I was in her arms and we were climbing the second flight of stairs like it was nothing.April didn't keep me from walking out of a sense of control or a desire to deny me my freedom, she would happily let me walk anywhere it was safe, regardless of how long it took me to get from Point A to Point B.. she carried me everywhere because she loved me and didn't want to see me struggle. This world really wasn't built for people my size.. and I needed to let April love me, and help me. I snuggled into her arms and felt the rhythm of her gait. This was the best place in the world... right in these arms.

That is the advice you follow Askng anyone here about what to do is like asking a baker about fixing a truck. None of us has the equipment or skills to do any axam or the knowledge to answer any questions. Many "exams" are questionnaires to find out what the symptoms are and fox out fakery of most kinds. This kind of thing should be banned here. Now, you can ask what others DO to manage it, but medical questions, until we have a staff doctor, should be off limits. The condition could be anything from inconsequential to deadly if not treated properly. I know people who DIED from lack of proper medical action because, by the time they got it, it was too late to fix the problem