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We don't tell tourists about this aspect of being here https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/several-victims-injured-after-gunman-opens-fire-on-sf-highway/ar-AAuIWUD?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartanntp

LOL! Even the 30 year olds may not know who Crosby Stills Nash and Young were! I'm old enough to remember when David Crosby was a member of The Byrds! By the way, for the confused younger generation, Bing Crosby was a very famous singer and movie actor commonly called a "crooner" because of his singing style. Nash was a make of automobile popular in the 1950's.

Hi everyone, I’m new to this site. I don’t wear diapers myself but I’m very interested in the subject when I have down time. I love talking to people in diapers and seeing photos and stuff like that. I’m from the province of Ontario in Canada. I look forward to getting to know some people on here while I’m single.

If you have seen this, report it to one of the site admins! They cannot be everywhere all the time and will appreciate the heads up.

What few persons know is that, in 1951, a leading American "crooner" was charged with an unusual crime. Grand theft auto, and thefit of some valuable bat guano. The car was an American Motors Statesman. The headline read "Crosby Steals Nash and Dung"

I don't like the idea of leaving a paper trail re: diapers.

Good post. Incontinence does increase over time if you are 24/7 diapered thru atrophy of muscles. But for us, the fact that he wasnt really all that dry beforehand made the decision simple. What is the difference between (now) 7 wet beds a week safely done in diapers or 4 wet beds all over the sheets? the former is much better.

I have worn and wet at night for over twenty years and never minded washing my cloth diapers every other day or so. I find it a comfort that I am taking care of myself. Although I didn't wear to work and am now seven years into retirement, this last fall I started wearing my cloth diapers and plastic pants more often during the day and found that I was gaining more confidence in myself for doing so. I could wear under my jeans in the company of others and not worry about discovery (no one seemed to notice anyway). I checked in a full-length mirror first and felt that it isn't really all that noticeable. So, since New Years, I wear all the time. I have discovered that by avoiding caffeine, even an older, thinner pre-fold doesn't flood and can be worn for one or two hours after it is wet without leaking. Like many on here have discovered with constant wearing, they tend to wet more frequently but in smaller amounts, giving the diaper more time to absorb the wetness. Wetting during the day is fun but I tend to want to use it only when it is inconvenient to use a toilet like when driving, gardening, shopping or going to the cinema. I know, I am only fooling myself that this is somehow a justification for wearing but it satisfies me and I can also be sure that I will always be able to control it when I have to. Even Littlelolikat of the Dotty Diaper Company recommends keeping some control in one of her videos. I learned that an advantage of cloth is that it can be pinned loosely enough that it can be pulled down like regular underwear to use a toilet when it would be inappropriate to be wet; something that I found was a real struggle in a disposable diaper. I also learned that by wearing all the time, I am not being nagged by my mind constantly that I could be enjoying the comfort of a diaper right now. I found a website recently on the subject of accepting oneself as a DL ( I think it was Wikihow). It recommended keeping a journal about these kinds of conditions that will enable a person to look back on past events and not be affected by the emotions of the present. I may try that but I keep recalling someone saying that you should never write down what you don't want anyone else to read - Yet another challenge!

You will probably get wetter as time goes on. Wearing 24/7 will gradually reduce your bladder capacity as well as your ability to hold it. Whether this is a good or bad thing for you is something only you can answer.

I am so pleased to see this come back so fast. That was allot of work to get all that reposted again and then added a new chapter as well. I would love to see Helen make some larger nappies. Heck I might even like to try one myself. I will be watching for more here.

Freswith is posting. All's right with the world.

Thank you folks. They do mean a lot to me. I have them all, and will start to re-post them after the 8th.

It was cruel and unsightly. It made no sense why this should happen or why anyone would volunteer themselves to be a part of such a gruesome show. Reality TV had always been popular and had served as a pass time for everyone to watch, enjoy and even indulged but everything tends to get boring after a while. It took a couple of years to get through parliament but with enough votes, twisting and bending of the rules and applying fear as it's main tactic the legalisation got through. People no longer committed much crime anymore in fear of appearing on reality TV. People in prison were scared shitless. Would they get chosen? And if so when? My name is Janet. My crime wasn't really a crime or anything really but they needed people in prison to keep the numbers up and to get cash from the stations. The station would buy a set amount of prisoners and the prison and local government would get a huge lump sum of cash. I managed to win thanks to the public vote and my survival skills. The ones that don't win would be pitted against each other in another show and another and another. It didn't seem that bad but it was. I had failed to win over the public's affection and hearts in the first two weeks which meant that I had to fight to the death against the other person with the lowest number of votes in a wrestling ring or sometimes a deadly obstacle course. The only others to survive along with me was whoever came in second and third place but they would be moved onto a new TV show for rating purposes. I on the other-hand would 'win' my freedom by being bought by someone that I had no knowledge about. I had figured out something early on the show that I was on that the public seemed to love my desperation and unfortunately my humiliation as well. I had killed someone so I could live and stay on the show. The horror had caused me to wet myself during the night but in the morning I was called to the 'room' to receive a gift from a adoring fan of mine. It was a hand-written letter. It was so sweet that I openly cried because I couldn't remember the last time anyone ever said something so kind to me. I learnt then that the way to win and get out was to show weakness not strength even if that meant pissing myself on TV or worse. I was 'won' and bought by the very same woman that had wrote my very first fan letter. "Whose my stinky girl." I stare up at a woman who I only knew as mama. At least I hadn't been turned into a sex-slave or worse but the thick diaper around my tush wasn't something I had thought of when I imagined the future nor the overly frilly bonnet on the top of my head blocking my vision or the cute night-dress that was made of cotton to keep me warm. The woman was strong and I was light and easy to pick up. They made sure to alter all the winners to what the winning buyer wanted. I had to go through several examinations and experiments but now I was no bigger then a ten year old. My body was a little chubby then it should be but mama wanted me to have some 'meat' on my bones so I could resemble a baby better. Mama enjoyed changing my age through a machine that she had been giving by the hospital. Each week would bring about a different age-set but that depended on mama's mood. "My poor baby," said mama, "you still have nightmares, huh?" I would always have nightmares but I didn't say anything to mama and simply held onto her while she bounced me all the way to the changing table and what was now my life.