dandelion

I like to fill my diaper up and just go about my normal daily business for a while, really trying my best to act like I have nothing in there. I also really enjoy doing it in stores while browsing around, and making a point of not noticing anything and just wandering around the store awhile. The drive home from that is always fun. As for the running, that's something I've done but it wasn't my favorite. Perhaps it was because I wasn't wearing a diaper, just the running shorts with their kind of loose built in underwear. It jumbled around in there for the duration and was a bit uncomfortable. It was nice when I sat down to take my shoes off though!

This is something that I've thought about a lot, because I tend to go through these cycles myself. I became interested in diapers/wetting when I was somewhere in the range of 10-12, and ever since then I'll go through periods of time where I won't wear diapers, or even think about wearing/wetting anything. Then out of nowhere it'll enter my mind one day; most recently I was at work and unable to get to a bathroom, and I thought to myself "Hey, if I were wearing a diaper I wouldn't need to worry about a bathroom!" Next thing I know, I'm at a grocery store on my day off buying a package of diapers, which I wore full time for about a week. To bed, to work, at home after work, I wore them basically 24/7 for a while; when I had two days off in a row, I didn't even use a toilet for over 48 hours. Then, as quickly as it came, the interest just evaporated. I woke up one morning, took off my wet diaper and showered, then instead of putting another one back on I just got dressed normally and went to work. Since then I have had no desire to wear at all. I tried to force myself to wear one earlier today, and after unenthusiastically wetting I took it off and did not put another one on. I still have a few left over, and I don't plan on throwing them out ("purging") but I have no idea when I will actually want to wear them again. From past experience, it could be a couple weeks or it could end up being a many months before the desire is back. I don't know why it happens like this for me. It's not always the way I described, meaning a period of constant use turning into a period of no use at all. Sometimes I'll get the urge and on a laundry day instead of wearing a diaper I'll just pee my pants before I toss them in the washer, and at the time I'll really enjoy it, but then the interest goes away and I'll pass on opportunities to be wetting/diapered. It's interesting, and I've always wondered why I experience it like this.

This discussion is interesting, and it's something I tend to think about a fair bit. I'm one of those people who goes through a cycle like the one you mentioned. During a period of high interest, I end up thinking a lot about diapers. The first time I ever had this urge, I was lying in bed and was seriously considering wetting intentionally because I thought it might get me put into diapers. I ended up not doing it, but then making a "diaper" out of a towel to see what it felt like to use one. When I'm in one of these periods I take more risks involving diapers, such as buying them for the first time or wearing one to classes. These periods usually last around two weeks or so, and then my interest wanes gradually until I enter the other half of the cycle. When I am in a period where I'm not interested, my feelings have a range between disinterest and disgust, in myself and the lifestyle in general. Most often, when I'm in this period I find pretty much everything about adults wearing diapers repugnant; I do whatever it takes to just put it out of my head and avoid all contact with diapers or anything related. A few years ago, when I was in a period like that as a freshman in college, I tried to "force" it as an experiment. I had diapers buried deep underneath my bed and decided that I would put one on regardless of whether the desire was there or not. When I found the privacy to do this, I ended up being pretty disgusted with the whole situation. The image of myself wearing a diaper looked ugly and wrong, and I immediately took it off. These periods will often last months, during which I'll not wear or even think about wearing a diaper at all. Then, after months of not even thinking about it, something will catch my eye or pop into my head and then I start thinking about diapers again. I might be looking for shampoo in a CVS and the incontinence products catch my eye and I won't be able to stop thinking about them. This whole cycle is different for me than simply being bored of something I like; it only happens with things in my life that I'd consider fetishes. With my hobbies, if I get bored I will usually regain interest after a week off at max, but it's typically as short as a couple days. I'm not exactly sure what the difference is, but I suspect it has something to do with how acceptable I view diapers as compared to things like exercising and watching movies.

I can't comment on bed wetting in the 80s, since I was born in '85, but I do remember around 1995-96 I had a friend who wet the bed occasionally (maybe once or twice a week). It was really interesting to me even then, so I asked questions about it to find out as much as I could. Basically, his family just had rubber sheets on every one of their kids' beds (they were 12,10, and 6). To deal with the bed-wetting, they were really into preventative measures, so no one was allowed to have anything to drink within about two hours before bed and his parents made sure that we peed in the toilet before we got in bed. I remember that they experimented with using diapers once, but my friend hated it and his parents would rather wash his bedding every week rather than have him be upset. His family was pretty liberal about the bed-wetting/diaper sort of stuff, since all the kids had occasional bed/pants-wetting accidents. In fact, their daughter (6) was still in diapers and drank from a bottle. Going there after school was always very intriguing for me, because the first thing they did when they got home was get the daughter into a fresh diaper and give her a bottle. Since I was out of diapers at 18 months, she always seemed really old to be in them and I was very jealous of her. As a bit of an off-topic anecdote, it was at this house that I had my first "accident." My friend had peed in his bed (which I knew because he got up before me and stripped his sheets) so I decided to do it too, and pretend it was an accident. I felt bad immediately after, since I had just made even more work for my friend's poor mom, but she was really nice about it, and best of all, she didn't tell my parents.

This is basically just a continuation of the thread about buying diapers, but this involves wearing diapers, in public or wherever. I confess, this is a none-too-discreet motive for me to tell a story about this afternoon/evening that I thought was very amusing. My embarrassing moment started earlier today, when I decided that I would wear one of my small supply of diapers to the library for studying. Small serves the purpose of describing the supply as well as the diaper itself; I ordered a size too small for myself and my waist was just a tad too big for it. It went well through dinner with my roommates and on the walk there, no one seemed to notice anything and the crinkling was drowned out by talking. I thought that walking alone around the quiet library would be a give-away, since no one in there is talking, but again, it seemed like no one could hear it but me. About an hour and a half after I started working, I had to pee, so I went right ahead and peed where I was sitting. When I decided to get up, my diaper was obviously a lot heavier than when I had arrived, and I noticed that the tapes on the right side were straining a lot. My waist hovers between 30 and 32 depending on the pants company, and the diapers I had decided to try out (Tranquility ATN Briefs, size 24-32) were just a little too small. I figured that I would just walk to my room carefully and everything would be fine. On the walk, though, I had to pee again and since I was wearing a diaper I decided I'd take advantage of that fact again. This turned out to be a mistake, as the tapes that were straining already decided that it was too much and they gave way. This left me with a diaper that was only half taped on, and the tapes on my right side didn't have the adhesive strength to hold the heaviness up. In addition, I was wearing sweat pants and so when it sagged down it made a huge bulge in the front of my pants. To top it off, while loose the crinkling sound was much louder than before, and all this with a 10 minute walk back to my room, across a brightly lit quad that felt like I was on stage and everyone in the surrounding residence halls was watching me struggle across the yard with a soggy diaper around my waist. The climax of this long tale was when I entered my building. We have a security desk right in the middle of the lobby that I had to show my ID to, and there is an office window in the lobby where the resident assistants sit when they are on duty. I enter the lobby and I am greeted by the stares of the security guard at the desk, the resident assistant and her friend in the office, and a student who was obviously waiting for some delivery. I had to take my hand from my waist (where I was holding the diaper tight to my waistband) to get my ID out, and when I did it the diaper dropped suddenly and I had to squeeze my legs together quickly (which I'm sure was hilarious to watch). I then walked quickly from the room, making a loud crinkly rustling as I went. As I left, I took a quick glance at the office to see the resident assistant smiling broadly as she watched me leave. Wow, that ended up longer than I expected. Well, I hope you get as much of a kick out of it as I am now getting (although at the time I was pretty horrified). I almost wanted to fix myself up and go back down with the diaper on and strike up an innocent conversation to see if she said anything about it. So, do any of you have any stories like this that you're willing to share?

I've had embarrassing moments on half my trips to buy diapers. However, seeing as how I've only bought diapers at a store twice, that doesn't say much . The first time I built up the courage to head on down to Stop & Shop and buy a pack of diapers was when I was a freshman in college, and it all went very smoothly. I browsed the store for a bit, grabbed some random little items that college students get (toothpaste, Pop Tarts, etc.) and then went to the incontinence aisle and picked up some Depends (Fitted Maximum Protection!). I then calmly walked to the counter, where a nice older woman rang me up and discreetly put the diapers in a brown paper bag with a kind smile. The second time went just a little bit differently. I went in to the same place about a month later, and did the same pass through the store to pick up my innocuous items. When I was walking in, I noticed the same woman working the register, so I assumed it was going to be the same sort of deal. However, as I'm walking to the checkout, my favorite cashier decides to take lunch and she is replaced with a pretty attractive girl who looked like she was my age, so it was a pretty good bet that she was a student at my school. As she's ringing my stuff up, she does each one individually so that she can check if anything is on sale. She held each item up, looked at it, typed in some number, and then told me if it was on sale. As she gets to the diapers, she does the same thing and they don't come up on the screen, and she looks at me and says "Hm, Depends aren't coming up on the screen." At this point, she actually reached for the microphone thing to ask for a sale check like one of those sitcom cliches, and I considered running from the store. I'm not sure if she saw me blushing or if she just realized that it would be massively embarrassing for me, but she stopped reaching and, acting like she might burst out laughing, said "I don't think there are any sales on Depends right now anyway." She had this smile on that to this day I'm not sure if it was friendly or derisive, but I still lean toward derisive. At any rate, I tried to play it all cool and I laughed when she said it and agreed with her, but the fact remained that the line behind me (I had gone in on Sunday morning) all watched me purchase a package of Depends undergarments for adults. I must say, as beneficial as an air of confidence is in these situations, it's not easy to keep the cool exterior when she's about to announce to the store that someone is buying adult diapers.

I've actually known about this site for a while, I was just always too nervous to sign up for it. I guess by way of introduction, I'll give a brief history of my beginnings with diapers. Everything here is absolutely true, and instances like the one in Shaw's are the sort of things that make me feel like there is such a thing as fate or destiny. I have a vivid memory of a certain day when I was 11. I woke up and for whatever reason, I started considering what it would be like if I had wet the bed. The thought seemed innocent enough and I brushed it off, but from the moment I got out of bed it seemed like it was all I could think about. Since I was way too embarrassed to actually pee in my bed, I decided to go in my pants before I got in the shower at night, and then toss the clothing right into the shower, pretending that I accidentally kicked them in there while taking them off. The result of this was a feeling that was (and still is) pretty indescribable for me, and I couldn't get enough of it. I went from going directly into clothing to using diapers we had around the house. I had pretty favorable conditions to foster this habit, since I had a younger sibling in diapers, I was small for my age, and my mother worked at a nursery from which she took home extra diapers of all different varieties for my younger brother, many of which fit me well. I went on using actual baby diapers for as long as my brother was in them, and then my opportunities got fewer. Up to this point, I thought (like most of you all probably did) that I was completely alone in this, and so obviously I thought that there was something wrong with me. Then one day when I was about 14, while using a bathroom stall in Shaw's, I saw something on the door that made me extremely happy. Written on the door so that people could see it when they were sitting on the toilet were the words "ADULTS IN DIAPERS! YES? NO? GO TO WWW.DPF.COM AND DECIDE FOR YOURSELF!" As cliche as it sounds, it pretty much changed my life. So that's the beginning of my little story. Sorry about the length, I have a tendency to get long-winded and I wanted to get some of that off my chest, since I've never told it to anyone in my life. I figured people would appreciate a little background, but if it's too much I can annotate it a little. At any rate, I look forward to chatting with you fine folks!