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There is a contracting sphincter reflex involved in response to the stimulation of the initial full bladder contraction, allowing us to then make the decision if it's appropriate to pee in that moment or not. This interesting short video highlights this.

To share a second response, I LOVED wearing maxi-pads mom kept in the bathroom when I didn't have access to diapers. So soft and cushy, I loved them as a substitute. Loved the StayFree thick soft maxi-pads from the 80's & 90s!

Pink is an awesome color 🙂 the princess pinks are nice, and so is the pink flavor of the Tykables Str8up!

My mom snuggly taping a diaper on me to satisfy my random curiosity of finding an old box of Pampers in the closet when I was 5 was the way that I first learned how incredible diapers made me feel. The sensation and experience never left my mind, and for years I felt frustration that I could never get any. Many substitutes were tried while wishing desperately I could be in diapers. Then a spinal cord injury at 19 put me in the hospital for six months, leaving me to get used to a new body that has everything affected from my mid chest down. Being left with pretty good sensation made it so I could feel when I am peeing or pooing, I just had zero ability to stop it from happening. Catheters of various types were first used with me, until one too many skin irritations down there resulted in the nursing staff suggesting I wear diapers for a while. I was 19 being put in diapers, and within minutes of my nurse fastening my tapes, I was feeling the same sensations down there like when Mom put those Pampers on me. I am 50 years old now and I can honestly say I love every moment and everything about being in diapers. They keep me comfortable and clean all day long, I love the way they look on me, the sensation is very erotic, and I can have sex with them anytime I want!

Ugh, I feel that frustration. Even though I had my first experience early on, it wasn't until years later that I started getting access. The longing to be in them during that time was so hard.

I guess without the Internet one would either have been around diapers with access and curious to try one, or maybe happened to find some leftover diapers like I did in our closet back in 1975. I was five years old, curiously attempted to try one on (thanks Mom for taping me up! ? ), and that wonderful experience stuck with me through today.

I wish I could tolerate the smell better because from videos I've seen it does look like it could be a lot of fun. Also, with my disability and being completely incontinent, I could easily indulge in messing my own diapers every day and if I had someone that was into changing messy diapers I'm sure they would appreciate enjoy changing me. But unfortunately I just can't get past the smell, not even my own. However if a loved one needed it done I would gladly do it for them, but it would probably be relatively clinical yet with love and affection. But I doubt I could partake in changing a messy diaper in a sexual/sensual way.

The person you know may just need a better colostomy bag and system.

This might be a silly question, but does it smell often? I assume rules state on not messing in the public area, but at the same time, does it happen?

I am doubtful that a diaper, even a wet one, could cause an infection of the prostate. Did you also have a UTI? I'm not sure if UTIs can result in an infection of the prostate, but that's the only thing I could think of given that diapers don't have direct access to the prostate. But if you had a UTI, you would most definitely feel it in your doctor would've detected it in the examination. I doubt you have anything to worry about, but others may chime in otherwise. Feel better!

I was just saying another message board how I feel an advantage of shaving includes the fact that the skin's nerve endings get to feel so much more contact when they are not covered in pubic hair. I love having my soft diaper pulled up against my freshly shaved skin. It feels amazing! Hair blocks the soft padding from making contact.

Yup! I love how my wand gives me as many orgasms as I want, and then pass out in my diaper & wake up the next morning completely soaked and not worrying about anything.

Sorry if I'm re-posting what others have said in this thread, but I can't help but feel that a big part of it is a shame we feel in childhood if any of us still need diapers above a certain age or have some sort of a wetting/messing accident. We grow up in various forms of pressure reminding us how it's totally unacceptable among our peers. Even as an adult with the ability to rationalize, emotion of shame can still remain for a long time. As unfortunate as my spinal cord injury has been in my life, I was very lucky that I strongly desired to be in diapers since I was a kid. And when the opportunity presented itself that I start wearing diapers while still in the rehabilitation phase of my recovery in my new life, I remember being mortified at the thought of any of my friends seeing my diapers when I was in my early and mid-20s. I don't think anyone would've ever thought negatively or made fun of me for it because it's implied by many that anyone in a wheelchair has to wear diapers. But regardless, I still felt concern and embarrassment. I think the more recent generation so with access to pull ups probably feel it a little bit less? It would make sense to me if many kids growing up with access to these quasi-diapers, or had friends that wore them, would have less embarrassment or think negatively of others meeting them.

Glad you discovered this wonderful tool!

I love reading when one gets to enjoy the experience of sharing such a personal thing with the one that they vowed to spend their life with.

I was 5 (in the 70s) when I discovered the joy of diapers thanks to my curiosity after finding a box of old Pampers in the closet. That experience imprinted my diaper kink that still firmly lasts through today (I'm in my 50s). From ages 5 through 11 I desperately wanted to be in diapers, but had no access to them. At age 11 I discovered that my mom's maxi pads felt amazingly close to wearing diapers. So soft, such a turn on. In my early/mid teens I tried buying Pampers buy riding my bicycle up to the neighborhood drug store with my allowance money a couple times, but they never really fit me well. Somehow it never occurred to me that there was such a thing as adult diapers. It would've been amazing to have had access to the Internet at that age. I would've liked to type in the question "why do I like to wear diapers?". Not only would I have found out I wasn't the only one on the planet that enjoyed diapers so much, but I would've also learned that there was such a thing as adult diapers! It's a bummer to think how so many of those horny years growing up I could've spent in properly fitting diapers. Sadly it took a catastrophe to introduce me to diapers that fit me right. I had a spinal cord injury as a young adult. It was extremely difficult to deal with, but I guess the big positive from that unfortunate situation is that it opened up the opportunity to be in diapers full-time, which I am today. So, as many of said about pre-Internet, particularly as a kid with no access to underground porn, there was really no way to know I wasn't the only one. Being able to search the stuff when I was 8 or 9 may have led to a much better level of self acceptance, and ultimately be able to explore things are much more positive way.

Lose another 25 pounds! It's actually not as daunting as I once would've thought because last year I lost even more than that. Continue to reconnect with friends and also be a better friend in general. Reduce my procrastination habits by 34.8%. Reduce my tendency to be too detailed.

I understand the temptation. I can see why one might want to share the excitement and hope that somebody else would enjoy it with them. But when thinking about it the other way around, consider a fetish that you find either repulsive or just not attracted to whatsoever. Now imagine being out in public and somebody subjects you to it on some level that you were looking for or consent to. Most people wouldn't like that.

It might be the sexual desire component for your diapers. For many, when our interest in diapers has a strong sexual basis, those desires get squashed after having an orgasm. It is kind of interesting to see how long it takes us to feel like we want to put one back on our body. That kind of shows us the length of time our interest kicks back in for something sexual! I think it's pretty cool how our brains are wired these different ways. It reminds me of this scene from the movie There's Something about Mary lol. One thing to try to be conscious of is what are your actual feelings during that window that you don't want to put a diaper on. Is it truly due to a lack of desire, or is there a level of self judgment or shame? Identifying that will allow one to take the next step in working toward moving past any feelings of shame. The cool thing there is when you're able to push past that, you'll find that you can easily put one back on for the sake of the comfort aspect outside of sexual interest, and then once you're sexual component kicks back in an hour or so later it's time to enjoy it again!

Yea due to my bladder condition being neurogenic, I don't wake up at all. My usual urine output about 1500 ml overnight, so in the morning my diaper is completely soaked and sometimes I'll have overflow onto my bed pad.

Agreed, yet understandably it's a major bummer when there's something you're really looking forward to, but your health and your body gets in the way.

I' love masturbating with both. My first introduction to diapers was intense thanks to the accidental find of Pampers in the closet. At age 5 I had no clue of how to work the tapes, but lucky for me my mom must have been amused as she took mercy on my struggle and snuggly taped me up. Within seconds, every one of my most sensitive nerve endings were softly wrapped under the crinkly smooth plastic that had this wonderful Pampers scent. As a result, my childhood years had me desperately wishing I was wearing diapers all the time. Then when I'm about, 11 I discover Maxi pads in the bathroom cupboard. OMG putting one in my underwear and pulling it up between my thighs instantly led to that familiar soft padding I enjoyed as a kid. Only a few months prior I learned what orgasms were, and being able to take maxipads to bed with me lead to some incredibly fun times. Days into my 20s brought a spinal cord injury. As much as it sucks being paralyzed from the mid chest down, I got super lucky being a left with enough sensation. NGL, one of the coolest things about being disabled, in my case, is getting to wear diapers 24 / 7 with nobody looking at me like I wasn't supposed to. I've experiment with tons of combinations of different diapers and pads as inserts. I LOVE my diapered orgasms so much!

I'm curious, is the second sentence in the top paragraph the primary force that's driving the first sentence? I would think that the second sentence would be much easier to overcome than the first sentence would be to achieve. If your joy for diapers is so great, yet the guilt is so steep that you feel like the solution is to become incontinent, then it would make sense to proceed with extreme caution when considering becoming incontinent. Perhaps the more you explore and overcome the guilt of your joy of wearing them despite physically not needing them, you might achieve a level of acceptance in which you enjoy yourself without having to alter your physical control of your bladder. However, if you chose to go forward and become fully dependent on diapers for urinary incontinence, I don't see any reason why you could not have a fulfilling career as a professor or teacher while wearing diapers. Nobody would ever have to know, and the surroundings that these jobs take place within have easy access to bathrooms and potential breaks where you could take care of things if your diapers needed to be changed.

The person probably placed it on the floor while sitting on the toilet, then possibly did additional business into the toilet, and then it accidentally forgot to pick it up. A woman I was in a relationship with some years back did something similar in that she sat down on the toilet, changed her maxi pad, rolled up the old one in the wrapper, placed it on the floor next to her, and then did her business. For whatever reason she stood back up after cleaning up, washed her hands and left the bathroom. About 10 minutes later while we were watching a movie we see my golden retriever come walking out of the bathroom with a prize in his mouth, attempting to shred her maxi pad in the middle of the room. She was mortified! We ended up having a good laugh though. So yeah there's a bunch of reasons why that guard may have been unintentionally left there.