CuriousForPadding

Celebrating freedom from… …taxation without representation… hmmm, nope, doesn’t seem right. ….tea… no, still not quite it. ….having to use a stupid ol’ potty when I can just leak in my padding without having to miss the fireworks — ah, that’s it!

You know what they say, three’s a crowd, 4 is a party - sounds like you need to have some padded friends over and have some fun!

I sometimes think that you don’t really know if you like something unless you still like it when you’re sick - or at least, it’s a good way to weed out kinks from needs. I have had a crashing head cold for the last several days - absolutely unable to breathe, headaches, sore throat, the works. It’s been miserable. I’ve never been so thankful for my diapers! Last night I could barely sleep, but finally passed out in a cold medicine-induced fog. I har the clearest pee dream I’ve had in quite a while - literally, I was just sitting on the toilet pissing. I woke up immediately and found myself indeed in the middle of a wee. I was so happy to it’s be able to skootch down and get comfortable again to fall back asleep. Thank goodness for my padding!

Well, part of marriage is doing the hard stuff together, and we had a hard conversation last night. I was telling Mrs Padding about my wetting incidents recently, especially at the hotel. I never set out to become incontinent, but I recognized that achieving my goal of living my life fully in diapers could have certain side effects that would serve to reinforce my diapered state. And so I’ve come to see my nocturnal micturation as a kind of “yellow badge of courage” as much as anything else - it just means my body is accepting the increased flexibility of choosing when to let go, knowing it’s safe to do so. Well, that yellow badge is increasingly one of shame for Mrs Padding, for whom my body’s adaptations to my underwear are much more dismaying. She said it was cute when it was fun and games, but the looming continence crisis is something she was unprepared for and finding hard to accept. Seeing her husband become in some small way disabled has been a bit of a shock to the system. She recognizes that she loves the ways I seem more at peace and better balanced now, and doesn’t want to take away the comfort diapers clearly being me, but it’s increasingly hard for her to accept the side effects. Beyond the emotional, it’s changed her relationship to my body. While we enjoyed toys before, my bits used to be more than simply a drainpipe. Interestingly, she still enjoys changing me, but the constant wetness makes it unappealing outside of that context. I admit I felt a bit blindsided by this; I’d thought we were in this together, and that my increasing reliance on my portable potty pants was something we agreed on. I’ve begun to feel a real affinity for my dampened state, and a comfort with the whole range of sensation moving from a brand-new diaper to one fully sodden. It feels familiar and safe. I’m not sure if I could go back. And she isn’t asking me to go back - again, she sees how much happier I am when I’m padded. But we’re both processing our emotions as I slide toward a naturally leakier state, and she deserves space to process that. We ended the night cuddling, reassuring each other that we both were safe and loved, and that we’d work through these concerns together. This morning she cracked a joke about my soggy diapee - “since you don’t have to get up to use the bathroom, you can get started making me breakfast!” - but left me to change it on my own after breakfast. I’m sure we’ll find our new balance, but I’m off kilter for a moment.

Thanks, @deewet, same! I’m a big fan of the North Shore bed protectors, and use them often when traveling. Plastic pants, too, gave me a lot more security, and I’d say I really noticed a spike in my overnight wetting once I was wearing them consistently, and greater ease in letting go during the day. I wear them about 50% of the time now if I’m just around the house, but 100% when traveling. It really helps with my peace of mind, for sure.

I hear that! I’ve been utterly swamped with work recently, and diapers have been such a safety net for my mental health. Changing time especially is such a respite from things - one last good good hearty pat of the songster, then zip zap zoop, into a new, crinkly cloud. Such relief!

Updates from a Busy Week - Part I: The Part Where Nothing Happens I mentioned in my last post that I had a routine physical coming up, and sure enough, I went in diapers. Simple white Megamax style, nothing flashy. I knew it was likely to be seen, of course - even just taking off my shirt, the rear comes up above my pants. Sure enough, after looking in my ears and listening to my breathing, Doc asked, “I see you’re wearing a diaper. Is there something we should talk about?” “It’s kind of a sensory thing, I’ve been wearing them for a while now” (thanks to @Enthusi for that tip!). She asked if I was experiencing bladder issues, and when she asked me to elaborate, I gave a brief sketch of the current state of my continence: mostly good during the day, but overnights are becoming increasingly uncertain. I may stay dry all week, I may wake up quite wet a few mornings, I may half remember waking up to wet but then go right back to sleep. She said that as far as the sensory issues, she always wanted her patients to be comfortable and to make choices that supported that. As for my wetting, she could suggest exercises that might help me regain some control. I declined those, and she said that was fine. She did note the bedwetting in my chart, but said I shouldn’t need any follow up. And that was that. No fuss, just professionalism. And a note in my permanent record. Part II: The Part Where Something Happens I also had a work trip to round out the week, a couple nights in a hotel a few states over. I’ve gotten my diaper packing skills down to a science by now, so it was just another trip, mostly. I never wet the bed when I travel - so far, that’s only a home-court experience. But I always bring absorbent pads to sleep on, just in case. Well, “in case” came. I got in late the first night, a delayed flight making a long trip longer, and adding a little dog to my diaper on the way. I ended up changing in the airport, before calling an Uber - no sense flirting with a leak, and anyway I was going straight to bed. So I got myself settled and dropped off, and had the weirdest dreams. I was at a yoga class where everyone was only wearing diapers - printed, patterned, and proud. The yoga was somehow specifically aimed at increasing our flow of urine and reducing control. We wiggled our butts to create a really loud crinkling sound and meditated on flowing water, then started a variety of “pee poses”. After every pose we’d pause for a drink of water. I woke up to my alarm clock, absolutely soaked. Honestly I was near leaking in a Tykables Overnight, as wet as I’ve ever been. It was quite a surprise, but not an unhappy one, really. I’m choosing more actively to accept and welcome the consequences of my choice of underwear, and the ways my body has decided to adapt to that. Wet mornings mean acceptance, and I’m not going to shame my body for its functions. I wet the bed both nights of my trip, and slept… well, like a baby!

Hahaha, this is the perfect way to put it! Yep, any time I’m in public now, I’m diapered. No need to flaunt it or anything - nobody needs to see your underpants in public, no matter who you are or what you’re wearing. It became normalized as I felt normal wearing them, is all.

I was always fully in charge of my bladder, until I chose to begin wearing diaps 24/7. After about 6 months, I am beginning to experience a slide toward Bedwetting events - waking up to wet, waking up after a pee dream to find myself wetting, and even occasionally waking up wet and not remembering having done it. It’s inconsistent, but definitely present.

I’m traveling for work this week, so no cute prints for me lately. But I’m currently indulging in a *pink* NorthShore MegaMax!

This is an incredibly thoughtful response - I think I may steal it for my upcoming physical, which will be my first in padding, and has been making me a bit nervous. I’m not incontinent at this point, but I don’t anticipate leaving diapers, so I figure it’s time to bite the bullet.

I’ve visited their store a couple of times - such a great place! Friendly staff and great atmosphere. Hmmmmm… maybe time for a quick road trip…?

This just happened to me yesterday, in a very embarrassing way. I was getting drinks with a friend at a bar downtown, and my diaper failed pretty catastrophically - significant wet pants resulted. It was a combination of hoping my already pretty-full diaper could hold out and a misalignment of the drain pipe, so to speak, that I think got me. I discuss it more on my thread here, but my friend was very kind and I mostly wasn’t noticed as I made my escape, so I guess all’s well that ends well, but I’m still not really over it.

Had a pretty bad time last night, and thought I might vent a bit here. Wiser and more experienced users here tend to say that your diaper *will* leak, and at an incredibly inconvenient time, if you wear long enough. That caught up to me in a big way. I have the week off, and had been out on the town most of the early evening at an event, just enjoying a beautiful summer day and some good culture. I had planned for this, and figured my diaper could easily carry me through my planned return home. So I was just letting myself leak, dimly aware of the amount of capacity I was taking up, but not really paying serious attention to it. A wild diaper person his natural habitat. But just as I was walking out, I bumped into a good friend who I hadn’t known was going to be there - in fact, I’d texted him earlier and thought he had other plans. But it turned out he was interested in the event and ended up having just enough time to sneak in. So we had a couple of beverages and talked about our record collections and the never ending need to mow the lawn. The event ended and I was doing well, so I didn’t push back too hard when he wanted to keep the night going. So we popped into another cool spot around the corner and carried on. You can probably see where this is going. I was about a a drink and a half in (mocktails, since I had to drive and wanted to let the two glasses of wine at the event wear off) when I felt a serious wetness on my leg. Sure enough, I had hit my capacity and I was not going to be able to hide the evidence that was quickly spreading across my crotch and left leg. All I could do was lean over and quietly tell my friend that I needed to leave, which led to explaining why I needed to leave, which necessitated an explanation of my underwear situation. He was incredibly gallant about it; he paid our tab and helped me beat a discreet retreat. My diaper bag was in my car, and the parking ramp was thankfully deserted enough to allow me a change with my friend keeping watch for me. Anyway, he was super kind through my repeated, very red-faced apologies. This morning he texted me to say that he was just glad to know I could always hold his place at the front of the stage the next time we go see a band together. Still, I have never been as aware of the state of my diaper as I am today, even when I first started wearing them regularly. To cap it off, I got a reminder notice that I have my annual physical next week, so I’ll be “coming out” to a second person about the padded state of my underpants. At least I should be dry for that one…

That’s really adorable - making (sweet, not mean) jokes like that is such a sign of acceptance. I hope it heralds a larger shift, but even if it doesn’t, it’s really sweet that’s it’s normalized enough to kid about.