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So, I was browsing Amazon a few minutes ago and I found this. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00R4HZ3A4/ref=ox_sc_sfl_title_2?ie=UTF8&smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&th=1 Apparantly diapers double as hair dye. Who knew? Edit: Aww, they fixed it.

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I have to say that for me diapers are an integral part of who I am as a person and I honestly couldn't consider spending my life with someone who didn't understand and accept that. Loving someone is about accepting them for who they are and accepting them for all their good and bad points. I am lucky enough to be with someone who not only accepts me wearing diapers but actually encourages me, now that's someone I want to spend my life with. If I was in your position I would be wanting to have a big sit down talk with my partner explaining how important this aspect of my life is and asking why she cannot accept that.

I made a stinky this morning. I wasn

Diapers....is there anything they can't do.

So I've basically avoided this forum publicly because I figure my LACK of success with stents, my lack of useful insight, etc. wasn't useful.

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I can't say I have ever seen a woman walking down the street or around town in just her bra and panties.

Steve smiled. "Good girl.

Mary listened to Steve, feeling bad for her mother. She shook her head when he asked if she was two, blushing as she remembered her accident earlier. "No sir. I'm eleven." Mary replied. Mary got tears in her eyes as Steve ordered her to tell her mother that she behaved like a two year old. She didn't want to tell her mother that, but she didn't want to disobey Steve either. Her bottom lip trembled as she looked over at her mother. "Mommy, you were a bad girl. You behaved like a two year old. That was really naughty of you." Mary said, then looked back to Steve to see if she had been a good girl.

"An accident?" Steve scoffed.

I just pooped a few minutes ago with a DiaperSuit from ABUniverse holding my diaper from sagging. Definitely worth the money as it feels better than my diaper sagging too much (and i like to wet my diapers a lot; without either #1 or #2 it just doesnt feel anywhere near as good as both combined)

Don't do this unless they're absolutely cool with this and know what you're doing.

I have to have to admit I was potty trained later than what I should of been maybe. I didn't get my first potty chair until I was almost five. I wore daytime diapers for the longest time. Pampers were no stranger for me. I wasn't very big so I still looked like I was three when I was five. Yes I still had babish clothes and wore onesies and stuff. When I was at my baby sitters I always changed on changing table and ran around in diapers. I didn't know any differrnce. Sent from my VS870 4G using Tapatalk

I am agnostic. I believe that all religious texts are fairy tales written to control the masses. Most of them blatantly copy earlier stories, and change a few names.

I think you make a great point. Although I will say that the world is a very diverse place and what might be acceptable in one place may not be acceptable in another. with that said, I personally have not only seen but deal with just about everything you have posted in the above post and in another. I see over weight woman in skin tight clothing, people who bump there music loudly in there cars...I have even seen stuff you have not mentioned. Like for an example people with visibly ob-seen tattoos that may not be appropriate for younger audience to see. I personally will not agree with everything that I see in public (specifically anything that might be in appropriate for a younger audience). I Also think it depends on exactly what the op is trying to ask. Personally, I think there is a very large difference between letting your diaper show when bent over, letting it flair out a little when you shirt lifts up a bit and going out in public in just a diaper and a t shirt. lol I mean I think that it is OK to be open about it in public (although I personally am not normally open about it ) but going out in nothing but a diaper is a entirely different story. I mean I am not sure about the rest of the world but where I live, a police officer can not arrest you for your diaper showing out of your pants. I mean that is a rather stupid reason to get arrested or fined. Personally if I was incontinent, I would be open about it and I would not try to hide it. I mean does that mean those who have no choice have to go the extra mile to hide it from others just to make someone else more comfortable? Honestly, I say, as long as your not forcing someone to see you wet a diaper and your not forcing someone to deal with a smell, I see no harm and no foul to anyone who decides one day that they are not gonna tuck in there shirt or be a little more risky while out in public. Like I said earlier, I think that it really depends on what your forcing. going out in nothing but a visible diaper is a bit to much (...I guess unless it is Halloween lol ) and I think we can all agree on that. It is not so much about following the masses as it is being more open about yourself and honestly, it gets tiring trying to go the extra mile to hide it. I mean for those who have to wear due to a medical condition, you can't tell me you don't get to a point where your just like " fuck it, I am sick of trying to go out of my way to hide it, I am going diaper commando under my sweat pants! fuck tucking my shirt in!" ...I have done that and guess what? Not a single person seen or cared for that matter! most of the world is pretty oblivious anyways! but Forcing a crowd of people to see and smell your dirty diapers I think is a bit much. Basically, I say if your trying to grab the attention of a mass of people then it might not be acceptable but if your doing it in a way that could grab someones attention then (basically like going diaper commando under your pants and not tucking it in...etc) then I don't see a problem. Just be cautious with the possibility that you might accidentally catch the attention of the wrong person.

The Family Babies – Chapter 12 – All Those Questions! “Good news, Teddy!” Mom had just finished a phone call with Dr. Feldman, the pediatric urologist who had been seeing both Gloria and me since we were about three years old. Dr. Feldman worked in a group practice with several doctors who specialized in treating children with special needs. The group included Dr. Lawrence, a pediatric proctologist. Dr. Lawrence was a kind woman, but the kinds of things both she and Dr. Feldman had to do to see how Gloria and I were progressing were difficult to endure. I still don’t like talking about them. “What’s the good news, Mom?” “Dr. Feldman just said, based on the tests they just did, that he and Dr. Lawrence will be able to confirm your need for wearing diapers to school. Dr. Feldman asked me to tell you he’s sorry you’ve had to make a decision to ask to wear diapers to school, but he understands how that’s probably the right decision for you. He and Dr. Lawrence will tell the school that you are, in fact, less able to control your bladder and bowels than you were a year ago, and that diapers are a reasonable way for you to deal with the problem.” I didn’t know I had less control than I’d had a year earlier. It didn’t feel especially good to find that out. But knowing what was going on helped me feel better about my decision to ask to wear diapers. “Speaking of less control, Mom, I’m carrying some dangerous cargo,” I said, shifting my weight from one leg to the other because I had pooped while Mom was talking to me. “Oh, wow!” Mom exclaimed! “I won’t argue with that! Let’s get you changed! We’d better be more careful about feeding you chili with onions!” As always, Mom didn’t flinch at all while she changed one of the nastiest diapers I’d had all summer. As she cleaned me up and diapered me, Mom mentioned that she’d talked with Aunt Bridget, who had told her that Gloria was planning on going to fourth grade wearing “Just in Time Pants,” like both of us had worn last year. Gloria’s bladder and bowel control was at least a little better than mine, and she REALLY wanted to be out of diapers. I had pretty much given up the idea of being able to be without diapers. In fact, I had to admit the idea scared me. “I know, Mom. Gloria and I were at the school playground together just now, and she told me. She was wearing her Just In Time Pants, practicing for when school starts. She had to run home to poop, so I came home too. I hope she made it in time.” “How do you feel about being the only diapered kid in class, Teddy?” Mom asked gently. “Maybe I won’t be the only one, Mom,” I answered. You know my friend, Doug, right?” “Sure,” Mom said. “You and he both pooped your pants on the first day of kindergarten and had to go to the nurse’s office to get cleaned up. You’ve been pals ever since.” “Yeah, we have,” I said. “Doug’s problem is different from mine. He still wets his bed, and wears diapers for that. But his dad’s been really sick, and things haven’t been going well around his house. Doug’s grandma has come to stay with them and help out, and Doug told me he had asked her to let him wear diapers because they made him feel safer. She let him, and now he doesn’t want to give up wearing diapers when he goes back to school. He doesn’t care who knows about them, he just wants to wear them. Oh, and he’s sucking his thumb a lot now, too. Looks weird, but he’s my friend so I don’t say anything. Doug’s grandma talked to Dad, and Dad’s helping them with Doug’s application to wear diapers as well as mine.” “I didn’t know that,” Mom said, thoughtfully. “Of course, I wouldn’t expect to know, since Doug’s grandma has become one of Dad’s clients, and he doesn’t discuss his clients’ business at home.” Both Doug and I had appointments the following week with the superintendent of schools, the school psychologist, the principal, and our fourth grade teacher. A parent was allowed to attend the interviews with us, but was not allowed to coach us in any way. I wondered – and, yeah, I also worried about – what the interviews would be like. The interviews took place at our school. I saw the psychologist first. I had seen him before. Dr. Forest knew I’d had lifelong wetting and pooping problems. I wasn’t sure what he thought about my situation. With Dr. Forest, I was never sure of anything. “Teddy,” Dr. Forest began, “I want to be able to approve your request to be allowed to wear diapers to school. But before I do, I have to be sure that you understand some of what might happen if you do wear them. That’s why we’re meeting today. Do you have any questions before we begin?” I did have one question, so I blurted it out before I lost the courage to ask it. “Yes, one question, Dr. Forest. What happens if you don’t give me permission?” “Good question, Teddy. Might as well ask it up front. Probably, we’d put you in with the special ed kids and give you your own work. You and your cousin Gloria are the two brightest kids in the class. I don’t like the idea of separating you from your classmates, but that would be better than putting you in a situation where you were the object of constant teasing. Your cousin won’t be wearing diapers, as you know, and her not wearing them to school might make it more difficult for you.” “Dr. Forest,” I said, “I still get teased some about the accidents I have. The special underwear I’ve been wearing can’t handle it when I lose control, so I end up wet or even messy more and more often in school than I did when I was younger. The kids who know me and like me sort of understand that it’s all because my peeing and pooping system doesn’t work like theirs. They don’t especially like it when I stink up the classroom, but they don’t get on me about it like they used to. It’s mostly kids who don’t know me who make the biggest fuss. I can handle whatever they have to say.” “But, Teddy, except for one or two times that I’ve known about, you’ve been wearing a kind of special underwear to school, not diapers. Won’t it be different wearing your diapers and plastic pants, and having them show sometimes?” Dr. Forest didn’t seem unfriendly, just concerned. “If it’s different at all, Dr. Forest, I think it would be better. If I could be like other kids, I would. I think diapers would give me a better chance to be more like the other kids than Just In Time Pants (that’s what my uncle calls them, he invented them). Wearing diapers and having them changed when they need it will give kids a whole lot less to notice than having accidents in my underwear that leak onto my clothes.” “Thank you, Teddy.” I appreciate the grown up way you’ve told me why you want to do this. Thanks for being so open with me. I don’t need to ask you any more questions.” “You’re welcome, Dr. Forest,” I answered. The interview was over. I had trouble believing it. I wondered if I had “passed.” I didn’t like the thought of having to be in special ed. I’d be more alone there, because of the very different school work I’d be doing, than in a regular classroom. Sure, about half of the special ed kids wore diapers, and they had two changing tables behind curtains in their big classroom. I knew, though, that I’d rather be the only one going to have his diapers changed than the only one doing the school work I enjoyed so much. Dr. Duncan, the Superintendent of Schools, and Mrs. Rayburn, the new school principle, interviewed me together. Dr. Duncan had known me since kindergarten. He was aware that I did really well in school. He was also aware that I had a LOT of accidents, and that the number had gone up during the past year. We had our interview in Mrs. Rayburn’s office. I noticed more chairs in the office than I’d seen when I’d been in the principal’s office before. Dr. Duncan introduced me to Mrs. Rayburn. Mrs. Rayburn spoke first. “I’ve been learning about you, Teddy, and I’m glad to be meeting you. You and your cousin Gloria were the two best students – by far – in the third grade last year. That’s quite an achievement!” My face turned red. “Thank you, Mrs. Rayburn,” I tried to speak up, and look her in the eye like my mom and dad had taught me to do. “It was a surprise for me to learn that you have so much trouble keeping your pants clean and dry, Teddy,” Mrs. Rayburn said, frowning a little, I was sure. For one so intelligent as you not to know when he has to use the toilet seems so strange! I’m not sure what to make of you!” My face turned a deeper shade of red. Dr. Duncan started to speak, but I spoke first, looking right at Mrs. Rayburn, trying not to lose my cool. “Mrs. Rayburn, I said, not being able to control when I wet or poop has nothing to do with how smart I am or how good a student I am in school. It’s just the way I was born! I can’t do anything about it, so I want to wear diapers to keep from ruining my clothes and interrupting the class. I hoped you’d understand.” Now it was Mrs. Rayburn’s turn to shock me. “I do understand, Teddy,” she said, very gently. “I said what I said just now to see how you’d respond. I wanted you to speak up for yourself, and say what you had to say without disrespecting me. I tested you and you got an A plus. I promise I won’t do anything like that again.” I was a little stunned, but happy. I suppose I wet just then, with relief, but my diaper was in no danger of leaking so it didn’t matter. “You’ll find, Teddy,” Dr. Duncan remarked, “that Mrs. Rayburn is a rather interesting school principal. She’ll keep you – and everyone else – on your toes.” “Yes, I think she will,” I answered, smiling. Dr. Duncan had no questions for me, but he did ask if I had any more questions for him. “Yes, one question, Dr. Duncan. When will you tell me whether I’ll be allowed to wear diapers to school or not?” Just then there was a polite knock on the door. “Come in, we’re ready for you,” Mrs. Rayburn said, loudly enough for those outside the door to hear. In walked Mrs. Winkler, my fourth grade teacher, followed by Mom, Dad, and Dr. Forest. I wondered what was going to happen next.