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It doesn't go away.

2 years ago, my wife left. We are still married technically. I wish she had taken more stuff, as even in a new house I'm surrounded by reminders. It seems like I can't move on with all of these things, but I also can't get rid of them because that would leave the house empty.

I think Melissa died

So I had to poop and tried to decide between pooping my diaper or going to the toilet.

The "penguin" thing is bizarre.

I think for me the question is when didn't I like diapers? I remember never wanting to be potty trained, snd though I didn't fight it much, it was never my choice. My parents once threatened to put me back in diapers, but when I was enthusiastic about it, they obviously didn't!

I don't. I don't have a problem with weed particularly, but I don't care for it.

Should be having a nice stay in the mental ward from the sounds of it.

Well, I guess I haven't posted much recently.

i need that shirt.

If you don't make a big deal of, it's unlikely that anybody else will. If somebody gets nosy, it's medical. Leave it at that.

So is this dead? I hope not. If the author does not want to continue it, can one of us have a stab at it?

Well, it as a small hole right at the pocket in my cutoff jeans. Unfortunately, the diaper in question was a nice ABU Cushie, so not plain white. Still. I'm just not sure why I would care. If someone I don't know has issues with my diaper, that ain't my problem.

Yesterday,my family and I went to the zoo. Anyway we were sitting down to wait for the seal show, and my daughter and wife both pointed out to me that there was a hole in my shorts, and that my diaper was visible. Am I wrong to not care? Seriously, I've kind of reached a point where it's like "I wear diapers. Deal with it, or don't deal with it. Your feelings are not my problem."

I love the story so far. I would, however, like to see it go somewhere. At some point, she's got to go somewhere outside of the house or away from her family. It doesn't have to be rife with conflict or tension. Something simple like the family goes to the movies, and she needs a diaper change. Just something.

My wife knows and accepts that it's part of me, just not a part she likes that much. She supports me in a general sense, and in that way supports it. She does not participate, and doesn't like to think about it, but she is aware.

I think you're overthinking it, which is actually the problem. In my experience, ABDL-ism can be more like an OCD sort of thing than an addiction. You think about diapers all of the time, and in some cases you can even feel worried that you'll wet yourself and therefore need the protection. You can't rationally explain it, but you feel uneasy without them. The question is what do you with that information? Many try 24/7 for a while. Sometimes that works and sometimes it doesn't (it's not for everybody, and some need the experience to discover that). The important thing is that you start from an attitude of "This is me. I accept who I am." What you do is a choice, but how you feel is not.

I've started without realizing I was starting to. Then I realized what was going on.

Socially acceptable would be great in terms of not worrying about leaks, etc. I probably wouldn't worry about pooping (though I'm not a fan of the cleanup).

Same boat here. I definitely wouldn't care who knew.

I've thought about those, but they seem like they'd be awfully painful.

I look ridiculous in a diaper, but then I look ridiculous in general.

That's about what I thought.

"Second diapering" -- is it real or not? http://seconddiapering.tripod.com/ I found this site, but nothing else. I smell something, and for some reason I don't think it's a 16 year old with poop in his pants...

I've always had a fantasy about screwing my secretary. So I called the temp agency to send one over. (Not really, that's total sarcasm, but it's basically the same thing.)