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I do, but i mostly keep it to the weekend and i also dont make it obvious when i am wearing/using diapers; but on the occasions that i do poop i will be in a different part of the house and keep to myself; not a problem when its mostly just me and my younger brother. For those of you that rarely get time to wear and use; hopefully you will in the future get more time to enjoy diapers.

Woke up to surprise snow!

My current favorite: Why do Norwegians have bar codes on the sides of their ships? . . . . . So they can Scandanavian

the back scanner will not pick up a dry diaper, if you have a small wet spot it will pick it up as a density chance and flag secondary pat down in the suspected area..

So true I don't have many major floods anymore I just seem to wet in smaller amounts without warning often plus I drip and dribble all the time. Sometimes there is a fine steady uncontrollable stream

I have another transmission to fix so all I can send is my best wishes It seems the reverse gear is working in my life when I selected 'drive' and stepped on the gas Bettypooh

Yep, exactly that. As time passes it will change; floods will become smaller and you'll begin 'leaking' in other ways Try not to think abut it as it happens, but afterwards stop and take a moment to revel in the progress you're making and how good that is for you. That will help your mind reinforce the pattern of not having control Bettypooh

I voted something else, since my favorite cartoon is My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I love this show for the humor, characters, and the escape from our crappy world that it brings me.

Short update tonight. Thank you for all the positive feedback --- The next morning, Max fumbled between eating his Froot Loops, apologizing to his parents, and making it to the junk drawer from an extra mailing envelope as the clock ticked closer and closer to the moment he’d be ushered out the door to the bus stop. As his parents made sure his sister had her school project ready to go, Max dashed for the drawer, grabbed an envelope, and scribbled out his return address on the top left and in the middle: SANTA CLAUS NORTH POLE EARTH He snatched the letter from his backpack and crammed it inside, sealing it up and putting it back in his backpack as he heard a familiar annoying voice ringing out. “What are you doing?" Max looked up at Rachel, one eyebrow cocked as she looked at him with his hands in his backpack. “Just making sure I got my homework,” Max lied. Not only was Rachel on his parents’ side regarding Santa, but if she saw it, she’d want to read it, and he’d rather die than let that happen. She couldn’t be allowed to find out about the letter. “You put your homework in an envelope?” Rachel smirked. “That’s how the teachers want it when you get to sixth grade,” Max shot back at her. “You’ll have to do it too.” “I’ve never seen you do that before today,” Rachel replied, not buying it for a minute. “Well, it’s a new rule,” Max sighed heavily, zipping up his backpack. “I don’t care if you believe me or not.” He put his breakfast bowl in the sink, grabbed his jacket and put his backpack on. “I’m going to go now,” he said. His parents would be taking Rachel today to make sure her science project made it to class in one piece, so they said their goodbyes and saw him off. As soon as the door closed behind him, Max walked down the driveway, the early December air nipping at his cheeks as he fumbled for his winter hat. Even though it hadn’t snowed yet, it was clearly winter. He counted with every step he took, getting to 15 when he made it to the end of the driveway. By now, his parents wouldn’t be watching him, but Rachel, and making sure she was getting her jacket and hat. In these precious moments, Max unzipped the pocket of his backpack, slipped around the mailbox, pulled it open and slid the letter in, closing it just as fast. The deed was done. With a sigh of relief, he grinned as he strutted down the street to the bus stop. There were only fourteen more days until Santa came, and hopefully the diapers too. Max’s happy mood lasted all the way until he went to bed that night, when he realized what a terrible mistake he had made.

I have had a diaper on a few times outside of home, and yes it is a thrill to stand there and wet a diaper. Like others have said, no one is looking and people are just going on about their lives. The one thing I have never done was go #2 out in public. That is not fair to subject others to the smells of a poopy diaper. Just my 2 cents.

Send me a PM or email (allaboutdiapers@hotmail.com) with your new email address and I was update your account for you.

The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 22 - Final Chapter We both enjoy our breakfast together and head off to the grocery store for supplies. There is little chance I’d have anything at home, we just don’t cook much. Mom gets the handicap cart for me, and we pick up the stuff to make a homemade lasagna for my husband. We head home where mom changes my diaper again. Clean and dry, we sit everything out in the kitchen and get to work. “I’ll get Molly at three and we’ll have it all ready for six PM. Don’t let that man show up before then!” Mom tuts. “You know, it really does make me feel like a little girl changing you. I thought I’d relive your own childhood not mine. I just feel like I’m playing with a doll or something. You’ve grown into such and attractive woman that even diapers can’t take that from you!” Mom compliments me. “Laying it on a bit thick aren’t you mom?” I laugh. “Maybe…” She giggles behind her hand. “Let’s get you all cleaned up for that amazing man of yours. Bubble bath time!” She laughs. “A lady can never be too clean.” I recite. “Well, not everything I said missed the mark!” Mom beams. She runs my bath and helps me into the tub. An hour or so later I summon her to help me out of the tub. I want to reward Daddy so I work with mom to get diapered up and into some super sexy lingerie. I have her help me into my lace corset and garter set sans the panties of course. She helps me with the matching lace edged thigh highs. “Well, two things dear. One, the boot doesn’t quiet ruin the outfit, but it’s trying hard!” Mom laughs. “Meh, he won’t even notice the anchor boot when he sees my girls in this lace.” I say cupping my breasts. “Anchor boot… clever dear. Not many men see past those that’s for sure!” We both laugh. “Second thing, I love you.” I put on a thicker knee length black velvet a-frame dress. The color matching underthings feel amazing. I feel amazing and I’m bubbling over for Daddy to get home. Mom sure has helped me capture the look I want. I spend some time on my makeup getting dolled up for Daddy. I top off the outfit with a single black flat shoe. I haven’t dressed up this much in quiet some time. “Oh Robin. Oh you just look so amazing. Can I take a picture?” Mom gushes. “I suppose.” I smile and look innocently at her phone. “So beautiful. I’ll stare at it every day!” Mom promises. “You’re coming back to babysit me again tomorrow aren’t you?” I ask hopeful. “At least every day until you can get around on your own. Wet diapers are one thing. Mess ones are a whole other thing! I’d change you, if I had to. But, I wouldn’t like it!” Mom laughs. “You know dear, all of us face our own challenges in life. Some harder than others. It’s those challenges and how we deal with them that really tell the world who we are. Show us who we are. You my love are amazing. I’m so proud of you. I want us to be closer now.” Mom hesitates. “I don’t want to only be here for you when your hurt Robin.” “Mommy, I’ve wasted so much time.” I start to sniffle. “Oh Pish! None of that. You’ll mess up Allen’s desert!” Mom tuts. “Mom, call first… but you’re welcome here anytime. I… I… Uh… want you here.” I tell her pulling her into a tight hug. I know she told me not to, but I do cry. I have to redo my makeup before Allen gets home. Mom brings Molly in but doesn’t stay telling me to remind Allen what he’s working for. She pats my diapered butt on her way out kissing Molly promising to see her tomorrow. I know I’ll be sharing those wise words about challenge with my daughter in the future. I know I’ll follow mom’s advice and show my Daddy that I’m worth working for. I’m a treasurable little lady. I know that Allen and Mom will work with Molly on the diaper stuff and I won’t have to, even if they use me as an example. I sit at my kitchen table while Daddy cleans up after his homemade dinner. Molly is in bed and asleep. Daddy ends up taking Tuesday off after all. I think we are going to have a movie day and keep Molly home. Mom’s even planning to come over. I’m so excited about tonight and tomorrow. I do my best to sit like a demure lady holding back a randy lioness. Multiple kinds of wetness absorb into my diaper while I wait as patiently as I can for my Daddy. He smiles at me every time he walks by undressing me with his eyes increasing my own fire. God my whole life changed on that freeway. One small decision. My unconventional underwear changed me and I couldn’t be happier! My future looks amazing!

I don't usually get what I'd consider to be a perfect evening every night, so I'll just lay out the evenings I love the best. After dinner I play some video games into the early evening. I have a nice warm bubble bath, with my favorite J&J baby wash (the apple variety). After drying off completely, I use lavender Aveeno lotion and lavender J&J powder. I snuggly diaper up into either Molicare or Bambino, with a crotch-snap onesie in black or violet (depending on my mood), then curl up under my sheets with my pet cat and my Nuk 5.

Yesterday around 1:30pm. I was out of town Christmas shopping and after a couple stores and a long walk through the mall I was pretty soaked in my Prevail cloth backed disposable with plastic pants over it. I headed to the nearby CVS to change in their restroom (with an outer door lock) and once I pulled down my plastic pants, I decided to drop a load in my diaper. I did and didn't like it. It was semi soft, small load but still a mess to clean up in a restroom without paper towels. I only had toilet paper and it took a few toilet flushes to clean up with just the TP. Put on a dry disposable and pulled my plastic pants back up and decided it will be quite a while before I mess my diapers again.

None could have been more worried than me when I started wearing 24/7. At the time I was working un construction for someone else who was not a very open-minded person. And in general the entire business is like that here On discovery the best I could expect is to bear the ceaseless joking with everyone wanting to be the first to tell anyone new to the job about it. Privacy and compassion don't exist here, but I had no choice- it was diapers or visibly wet pants which were an equally bad option. There would be no escaping it either as everybody knows everybody else in this business who live or work in this area. And there were friends and family who knew me well and would probably notice changes to my visible shape. Yet I had to so I did I thought about what I'd say if it were noticed and decided on the simple approach- "I need them and it's a personal thing I don't wish to discuss further". Simple, effective, and no lies because even only an emotional need is still a need Here it is many years later and I wear thick crinkly diapers everywhere except here at home and nobody has said anything yet I'm certain that a few people have noticed based on me seeing them look down there when I crinkle, and there have been several times here I leaked rather visibly unknown to me until later but nobody has said anything yet and I doubt they ever will. If they do I'm still ready with my answer The only thing which stops you from wearing diapers is you. Nobody else can do that. If you are ever going to find any peace with this part of your life then you have to accept that. It's you and you alone that makes problems where none really exist. It's you who limits your success and happiness in life. And it's you who should be making yourself happy whatever that takes. If you are not wiling to try to make yourself happy then nobody is at fault except you when happiness doesn't show up Nobody enjoys hearing how miserable someone else is when they have willingly caused their own misery- make the effort to be happy or keep your misery to yourself so that everyone else can be happy. Whew. Finally said it. Whew. Bettypooh

Interesting hoping for more when you can

I know it might seem obvious but having the actual site URL or a hyperlink would make it easier to navigate.

I understand your point. One thing we faced were doctors wondering why he was wearing diapers. Surely we would prefer all these exercises and medical tests and going to the toilet every 30 mins and then having 'only' 1-2 wet beds a week, right? Trying to get them to understand that diapers were a 100% solution to the problem. 100%. Unless something can restore 100% continence and good bladder capacity, wearing diapers is still a vastly better solution.

Ferix, contact Babykins. This is stolen from their website. "Knowing that everyone has different needs, we at Babykins are able to modify and customize our products to meet your requirements. Our Custom Orders program is dedicated to providing quality custom garments tailored to each of our customer’s unique specifications"

"Damn you penis, you're getting in my way!" Said no guy ever. Unless you're a kid still living at home without access to proper sized diapers I don't see how you could not be content with all the adult sized offerings available today. You owe your dick an apology.