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I wet my bed often until I was 5, maybe 1-3 times a week until I was 7, and every once in a while until I was 9. My mom didn’t put me in diapers for it, so when I wet I was just wet. I vividly remember the feelings of waking up that way, especially at the older ages — wet like a much younger child, cold and uncomfortable in my clammy PJs and sheets and helplessly aware that soon everyone would know. No one was mean about it except sometimes my little sister. My parents were patiently resigned. I could just feel my mom was disappointed some mornings when I had to tell her I’d done it again. I remember asking to take my plastic sheet off my bed when I was 8 or 9, feeling sure I would never wet it again, and being told “not quite yet.” And sure enough, I peed myself in my sleep a few more times after that. In the daytime… I blush thinking about all the times. I was a leaky little guy for a few years. I didn’t have many full-on puddle-under me accidents (okay... a few), but I would get excited or startled or shy to tell anyone or just busy with my play and lose little spurts in my pants. I think I peed in my pants like this more days than not as a preschooler and somehow it took me by complete surprise every time. I’d get control back right away, but after I’d wet myself just enough to have a visible wet spot, that I would then shyly try to hide. I didn’t get “big kid” level control of these leaks until I was in grade 2. I had to hide that I’d peed my pants this way in school more times than I can count (everywhere else too), and was sometimes seen and teased. I remember being called a baby by one particular bully at recess and fiercely denying I’d wet my pants when to my great embarrassment I actually had. I also remember lots of days I was hoping I wouldn’t still be wet when I got home, so my mom wouldn’t know. It never occurred to my otherwise pretty sharp young mind that I wasn’t really getting away with anything because she always saw I’d had accidents when she did my laundry.

I understand why you think so, it’s become the common assumption. And it’s just not true. We diapered our own kids in cloth (late 80s to mid-90s) and so did a lot of our friends. Part of the reason is they’re so comfortable. There wasn’t a day that it didn’t feel like the right choice (for us), and how much cosier and nicer they seemed to wear was part of the reason. I have seven years of daily experience telling me what you’re saying doesn’t happen.

One of the things we all learned as babies: whatever the weather or situation, go ahead and wet yourself and see if it helps.

I’m going to refine this (and even disagree to some extent) and say that wet cloth diapers are really nice and comfortable to be in as long as they stay warm. And they generally do, just from your clothes and body heat. If they start to leak in your clothes, especially at this time of year, they get cold and uncomfortable fast. But so does a leaky disposable diaper. Having looked after lots of kids including 3 of my own, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a baby cry just from being wet. Having a sore bottom, yes. That’s misery for babies and parents. Leaks can get unpleasant fast too. But most babies don’t mind their wet and even dirty diapers at all. It’s just what is. I’d say the idea that “a drier baby’s more comfortable,” as so many old Pampers ads used to say, is based on appealing to what grownups imagine based on what we were all taught during our toilet training, and not what babies experience. I very much expected my kids to cry and fuss and care when they needed a change, and (at least when well looked after and not left too long) they mostly don’t.

I’m sitting in the warmth of my full diaper right now, trying to make sense of whether it’s good feeling and fun enough to “play baby” like this to be worth the mess. I did it this time while imagining being 18 months old, in my high chair, straining and feeling it spread under me and squish all through my pants as I pause between bites. Something I’ve been told I often used to do. Like so much about babyhood it’s a mix of funny and adorable, and eye-rollingly badly timed and gross. And then I would sit and wiggle my legs and finish my meal, not seeming to mind at all that I was squirming in my mess. I’ve finished this realistic baby’s morning adventure off by wetting until I leak a little in my PJs.

It sounds kind of like the grown-up equivalent of being a toddler in a wet, full, poopy, squishy diaper and riding on a rocking horse or bouncing in a Jolly Jumper. I know I had a Jolly Jumper all through that age (and a favourite riding toy later on) and probably did it in innocent messy contentment a bunch of times, cloth diapers and all.

Whatever you imagine about how the US has been seen in the world since electing Trump — it is much worse. Yes, you have gone from a world power to an international embarrassment and laughingstock. It will take a generation to win back the basic trust in your adult function and gravitas the Trump administration and its enablers have destroyed.

There are a lot of us in sight of (and even above) your age around here. Welcome! I was a slow, shy bloomer with this and envy you your courage in having 'played baby' in your bulky cloth diapers and baby pants, with a caregiver, all those years ago.

Yes. The first time I was ever taken rock climbing. I loved it, but at the moment when I had to step off the edge of a hundred foot cliff and trust my life to the (extremely safe) ropes my bladder let out a shocking little warm gush of protest, leaving me hiding a very childish wet patch between my legs in a way I hadn't had to do since about Grade 2.

How dare you continue to spread this life-threateningly dangerous disinformation? The death toll in your country is now 100 times the impact of 9/11. It is the endless, brazen ignorance of know-nothing statements like yours and people like you that has made the United States the single worst affected developed country in the world.

Thursday night, in my bed. I lay on my back and pooped myself like a little boy. It’s amazing how good it feels when it’s just right… and it was just right.

What sites were you posting from? To be direct about the reason for my question, there were a number of people there posting long-debunked ridiculous conspiracy theories and dangerous disinformation about the pandemic (as one example), from sources with no credibility or place in the adult world. And there are also lots of conservatives posting their unmoderated views, that don’t rely on such sources. I have nothing to do with any of these decisions, I’m just a (relatively inactive) member there.

It’s a rare and special treat for me, and two weeks ago I had a really nice one. I was in a diaper, just comfortingly and cozily wet. A friend on ADISC asked if I’d done it lately. I confessed I’d been thinking about it and she invited an audio chat right then, to support me and keep me company. And we had a really nice conversation about all kinds of things, returning every once in a while to me describing each stage of doing it and her being amused and kind and quietly delighted (because she does it all the time and wishes I would do it more). I was switching back-and-forth between the grown-up catch-up conversation and being a little boy hiding in my “special spot” and pooping my pants. She asked some great questions like “If a mommy came in the room right now, would she know you’re filling your pants?” Blush... yes. And that it’s too late to get me to do it anywhere else. It’s probably the most casual and accepting conversation I’ve had with someone who knew I was also in the process of pooping in my pants since I really was a toddler.

I have no idea how people can believe that. It’s almost always apparent to people around you in a very short time. And for anyone who is genuinely incontinent (or the parent of a baby) that’s just part of the reality of the way life is... But if you’re doing this for fun and think you’re getting away with it, no you almost certainly are not.

I have a thing for training pants for sure. I was a little boy in the 1960s, so to me that means pre-Pull-Ups cloth ones. When I started “having accidents” as secret play in my early teens I sometimes put on multiple pairs of underwear at once and imagined being in training pants at just that awkward, messy age. Being put in “big kid” undies that really aren’t — that my parents knew I might “forget” or be too late and go pee or even poo in — was and Is really interestingly embarrassing and “little.” I’ve checked out BabyPants and Super Undies and Rearz training pants several times online... Since they have to be washed anyway, when I play this way I don’t usually wear waterproof pants over them. At that age you’re supposed to feel and see that you’re having an accident. Your thick training pants just keep you from making such a big puddle on the floor around your bottom or feet.

Having someone clean me up and change me isn’t usually part of my fantasies, nice as it might be in some scenarios. I’ve been “playing solo” for so long it seems very unlikely and doesn’t cross my mind. The part of my reaction about someone (a parent or caregiver) “making it all OK” that I’ve pooped and/or wet my pants is more psychological: being kind so I’m not traumatized by the shame. Being gently, fondly teased is appealing though, the way parents talk to (and around) a two or three-year-old everyone knows has a load in their diaper or pants.

A great “origin story,” thanks for sharing it. I relate to all the childhood feelings of knowing it’s too late, the accident is going to happen right here, and the shame-filled look around at who’s going to know, and that complicated mix of helplessness, release, horror and comfort as it happens in my pants. And a few miraculous times of having to do that “walk of big kid shame” and nobody finding out. My similar accidents were all wetting my pants rather than pooping them. And for me it led to the other side of the line of fantasies, in which my favourite thing is to be little enough as I have my accident in my pants and feel all the feelings of it that someone comes and comforts and cares for me and makes it all OK, rather than humiliating me. But all that led to me doing much the same sorts of things. Playing baby or accident-prone little boy, watching myself in the mirror as my pants filled, or a wet spot grew and spread, marvelling at how comforting and good it all felt.

“In short there’s simply not A more congenial spot For ____________ in Than here in Camelot.”

I’ve been wet for hours, and I’m enjoying the feelings of it. I don’t do this very often and it’s so nice to play like this again the last couple of weeks. I’ve been a cosily diapered toddler boy all morning, with my heavy, warm, wet diaper all bulky between my legs.

About 20 minutes ago I dirtied myself in my bed like a toddler who’s saved it for naptime. I lay on my front with my head on the pillow as it came out. A familiar nursery smell started to spread around me as the warm mess filled up the seat of my diaper. I’m on my back now, not wanting to make too big a mess, but not wanting to clean up quite yet.

I’m a poopy little boy in my bed right now. I put myself in a diaper, lay on my tummy and let my pants fill up like a toddler at naptime.

There’s a baby in a wet, poopy diaper in my house. Also, I’m the only one in my house right now... ?✨

I’m enjoying having some diapers around for the first time in a while. A Prevail Breezers 360, nothing fancy but very comfy, stretchy and economical. I’ve just.savoured every second of feeling a need to pee coming on as I’m on my back in bed reading, and not doing a thing about it … just feeling all the sensations as it happens in my pants.

Mine just arrived. My first genuine “adult baby” diapers ever. I feel, appropriately enough, like a kid who gets to play with a new toy. I’m saving them for when I can enjoy them to the fullest... I also took the opportunity to get myself some long-wanted, real old-style oversized diaper pins and a few of the super-cheap flats on clearance right now. Thanks for the sample offer.