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Hang on to your hats folks over stateside - weather looks wild there right now with off-the-chart tornado potentials 🤯 Squids are typically damp 🤣

Awww, I've said before, she gets a bad press here. This is because if you drew Venn diagrams between my nappies, her, and positive feedback there just isn't ANY intersection of those sets. There IS positive feedback from her. It just doesn't relate to nappies. I've still been impressed at her capacity to maintain her rage (or at least, a Mahatma Ghandi style position of passive aggression) for this long without either deciding to leave or giving in.

It’s never gotten to a money thing. This would be a tough line for her to run because of the massive asymmetry in our lifetime earnings. Although, after a late-career-life pandemic lay-off and the grim reality of being a white, male, aged middle manager from a major multinational in world dominated by woke HR and the resultant reality that I earn only a little now, the fact stands that the overwhelming majority of our marital fiscal pie came from my efforts. I’ve paid all the mortgages, paid her college tuition and built investments in her name. If THAT doesn’t work, then there’s always the counter-strike that there are more than 50 pairs of shoes in the house that we share and 3 pairs are mine… If THAT doesn't work, then there's the point that my nappies are much cheaper than alcohol addiction, drug addiction or ongoing therapy... I think it's always good to have a primary, secondary and tertiary escape plan.

Here in our sympathetic echo chamber we can lose sight about how far outside societal mores we have strayed. One of my beloved’s very last ageing ancestors, an antiquated aunty who was already slightly dotty when I first met her nearly forty years ago, had been, from the comfort of her very expensive and almost embarrassingly luxurious aged care facility, spending more and more time off with the pixies. We were aware that her dementia had been proceeding at pace and my beloved’s phone calls with her had been becoming more and more surreal. Recently, Aunty Dotty had decided that the aged residential facility in whose secure “high care” wing she now resided, was in fact a corporate headquarters and furthermore, she was its CEO. Apparently she’d been issuing managerial imperatives and unemployment threats against a range of staff. Before however she could proceed with the restructure of her business and presumably laying off most of her workers, she got pneumonia (again) precipitating the care facility calling the “next of kin” after packing her off in an ambulance. I listened to one half of the phone call from the aged care facility. When it concluded, I was duly briefed: both on Aunty’s C-suite antics at her “corporation” and the sudden hove into view of unplanned medical interventions. “She’s been admitted into hospital again but we’ve got a do-not-resuscitate directive now so if it comes to that, I’ll have to fly down for the funeral” my beloved informed me. That seemed a little harsh. It’s just a touch of pneumonia and as far as I could tell, she was otherwise very happy running her business. It was her “employees” that I felt sorry for. “Really?” I said. “I know she’s got a bit of dementia but she seems well enough. I didn’t think she was THAT far gone?” “Well it’s not just that. She’s TOTALLY incontinent now” my beloved explained. And that was that. Clearly her life was no longer worth living, at least in the eyes of her family. In fact I know that her care facility is completely geared for nappy-clad residents and probably, for reasons of safety and convenience, prefer them that way. Similarly, Aunty Dotty was troubled by her new padded underwear, after her own idiom, many around her would know. This was NOT a lady who was afraid to complain. I strongly suspected she hadn’t even noticed that going to the toilet had mysteriously become a thing of the past for her. On the face of it, it’s just her next of kin that’s decided that things can’t go on. I HAD to say something, despite my life experience telling me that saying something on the home front when silence is an option is rarely a great idea. “Well I’ve been in nappies for more than 5 years now and so unsurprisingly, there’s a bit of incontinence creeping in there. Does that mean I get a do-not-resuscitate label from you on the way past the admissions desk?” “Don’t be ridiculous” she replied in a clipped voice. Unsurprising. Also unsurprising was the immediate termination of discussion. With a theatrical sigh, she pointedly picked up her smartphone and proceeded to ignore me with it for what would otherwise have been, the balance of our conversation. My mentioning of my nappies and my emerging dependence on them precipitated the usual reaction: a complete shutdown of engagement. It was like somebody pushed the discussion off a cliff. Sitting forlornly in my new and unexpected breakfast table solitude (along with sitting in my reasonably wet night nappy), my imagination wandered forward a couple of decades: into the enlightened age whereby voluntary medical euthanasia decisions had been extended to family members of the perpetually bewildered. Doddering around in my late autumnal years, in defiance of ample evidence for cognitive decline I would still escape from my beloved’s supervision to “fix” things around the house. On day after a slip on a ladder, an expletive, a thud and sudden and unexpected ambulance ride, I found myself laying on a trolley in an ER, my beloved at my side. Men in white coats clustered around. They didn’t talk to me. I’d been finding it hard to find the correct words inside my head to use sometimes and the fall hadn’t helped this at all. “Mrs Oznl we’re sorry that Mr Oznl has suffered this fall but given his age and co-morbidities we’re wondering what your wishes are with respect to his medical interventions?” “Oh don’t worry dear, I mean, he’s TOTALLY INCONTINENT! I don’t think there’s really any point in him soldiering on.” “We respect your choice Mrs Oznl. It IS a nasty ankle sprain and he’d almost certainly need physiotherapy afterwards. We’ll cancel the x-rays and just give him something for the pain until the termination team can get down here from upstairs. We probably don’t even need to change him. They won’t be long and he’ll probably just use his nappy again anyway during the procedure. Most people do.” “Well at least he got the TV aerial fixed before it came to this!” Her position on this cannot be written off as a societal outlier. Since the introduction of voluntary assisted dying laws for the terminally ill in my jurisdiction, many individuals have nominated nappy dependence as the trigger point for them “pulling the plug” so to speak. The truncated conversation and the decision that triggered it writ large her thoughts on the matter: death before diapers. That’s what “normal” looks like apparently…

You've answered your own question: Burning “good” in the pursuit of “better” is a risky strategy 🤣 In my more cynical moments (and my baseline level of cynicism is fairly high to being with) I suspect that the secret to a successful marriage is low expectations. Whilst I myself know for a fact that I am a tungsten monument to perfection 🤣, I accept that my befuddled beloved may misconstrue her bedazzlement at my wonder as flaws on my part and yet she (largely) overlooks them. For my part, I’ve learned to accept that there are aspects to her that will simply never, ever improve. For example, irrespective of lecture, learnings or lived experience, she has zero mechanical sympathy for any device that she uses and consequentially is continually breaking stuff (cue the standard disclaimers: “It just fell off”, “It was like that when I found it” and “Why does everything bad that happens have to be my fault?”) We put up with each other’s imperfections and look at the relationship in terms of its overall balance sheet. If we’d expected an uninterrupted “hearts and flowers” frolic through a field of perpetual nirvana-like state of bliss the union would have carked it on the first rubbish bin night. The nappies are a huge number in the "debit" column however. She’ll trash a washing machine and a mattress every year and nymphomania sounds like a lot of work to me 🤣 Well it's a bit better if you're not the only idiot on the special bus to crazy town 🤣 I'm trying very hard not to regret it but my beloved has other ideas.

Sometime a little over a week ago, I think it was a Saturday, the odometer on my permanently nappy-clad life clocked over 5 years. Any chronologists reading may already have realised that my blog on this is already well more than 5 years old and so my life in nappies must also be more than 5 years. This is true. I went into nappies full time in late 2018 but this only lasted a little more than 2 months before I went back into grown up pants in order to spend a few weeks working integrated with a short holiday in the USA. It proved to be my last ever annual month-long pilgrimage there for work as the world, and my world in particular was going to implode in 2020 but I didn’t know that then. Furthermore, if I’d known then what I know now about how to wear nappies as a grown up, I wouldn’t have come out of them for that trip. It was the first week of April 2019 that I put on a BetterDry in the Qantas Club lounge bathrooms at Los Angeles airport to stay in them ever since and that was a little over 5 years ago. Five years would have seemed like an impossibly long time back then but here we are. I think I was downstairs painting a garage at the time our planet completed its fifth orbit of our star whilst I peed in my pants. I forgot to celebrate, or even to remember. I think that’s emblematic for how things look like to me right now. There isn’t much “nappy news” to see on a daily basis and frankly, it’s sometimes tough to think about what there might be left to write about them. Frankly, I’ve found it to be a curiously flat milestone although this may well just be my general mood. There’s a bit going on right now in the “rest of life” department. So many other things have changed in my life over this 5 years that it’s hard to work out what, if any, changes are nappy-related. I still think I’m happier in my nappy. It’s hard to be sure because I’ve largely forgotten what it’s like NOT to be in them. For sure the thought of taking them of does induce some low-level anxiety but who’s to say that this isn’t a natural anxiety in the face how accustomed I’ve become, both physiologically and mentally, to semi-automatically peeing myself. There’s also some legitimate anxiety about keeping the marital bed dry. Speaking of marital, I’m still married. It’s not been without collateral cost and I think at 5 years, I need to accept that I have all the tolerance and support that I’m ever going to get (ie: not much). She still hates my nappies which means she hates an aspect of me and that eats away at me like battery acid. I thought I’d be more resilient to that but rust never sleeps. Back on day zero I’d just assumed that if I ever lasted as impossibly long as 5 years in nappies, I’d be totally incontinent and the burden of choice would have been alleviated from me. I would no longer have to CHOOSE nappies, I would simply NEED them. That’s proved to be not quite true. What I have is nappy dependence. It means that I need nappies for simple practicality. I need to pee far too frequently and with far too much urgency to stray too far from a toilet. This is now to the point where it’s too burdensome to remain dry whilst conducting something resembling a normal day. My nappies let me operate like a normal person, or even on some levels a bit better. It’s ME who can sit through the whole “Dune” movie but at the end of the day, I’m in nappies because I have made a weird choice. I could retrain. I have still not escaped the responsibilities of my strange choices. Having said that, there’s been, quite recently, one or two glimmers of something that looks like incredibly mild incontinence. There have been damp sneezes. There’s the bedwetting thing but some part of me knows that paradoxically, this is some kind of deliberate behaviour, albeit “deliberate” at a subconscious level where logic and strategy don’t get much airtime. The occasional decision to pee without waking up is coming from my brain, not my bladder though. There’s probably some volition-worthy choice points I could make that would avoid my occasional bouts of night swimming. I’m just not sure what they are. So where to next? Five years isn’t really that long, only half as long as Ivan Denisovich’s Gulag sentence in Solzhenitsyn’s novel and generally speaking, in my Gulag the catering is better. Year 6 I suppose. Perhaps something interesting will happen then. “Interesting’ of course, may well be more in the context of the apocryphal Chinese curse than “engaging” but we’ll see.

Positivity and negativity towards a particular topic are objective terms. They become subjective when prefixed by “toxic”. Toxicity is pretty easy to test for in the science space but social toxicity is a value judgement projected by one group onto another that may or may not share those values via moral relativism. There’s no doubt that ABDL behaviours can be confronting to the social norm and that some degree of negative social sanction can be expected from the general population. In this particular self-selected demographic, the normative values are greatly skewed one way and it is unsurprising that the degree of sanction is high. The corollary of that is that a place like DD is another self-selected demographic and is skewed the other way. Is there an objective “correct”? I don’t know. I didn’t much like the neo-religious preoccupation with the negative: guilt, repression, fear etc. It doesn’t seem very psychologically helpful to me. It was an interesting perspective though.

And that's how it is now for me. Whilst not incontinent, if you ask me not to pee for anything more than an hour or so, that's liable to provoke catastrophic failure. I can be "continent" but I need a clear path to a toilet and zero delays. I truly wonder if we would EVER become incontinent by doing what we do (although dripping-on-sneeze the other day was something new). Having said that, if we were assessed by how able we were to stay dry under daily life challenges, would a practitioner consider us functionally incontinent (or heading towards such a state)? Be happy it wasn't a catastrophic blow-out. I've worn THAT t-shirt. All things being equal, I have full control. Throw variables such a too much of the wrong food into the mix and accidents may well happen now.

To get back to the original topic: Yeah..... Nah.... I don't think so. The politie just haven't considered her best camera angle when removing her. Even if we disregard Occam's razor, a modest tweak of image enhancement suggests a very distinct bum crack, the landscape for which is obscured by diapers. If you look at the fat deposition on her thighs, that would be consistent with the slightly puffy derriere. Of course, as others have said, if she WAS diapered, I'd expect sustainable hemp cloth under canvas pants, something like that 🤣

After more than 5 years of 24/7, I suffer from intermittent bed-wetting making night diapers mandatory and sufficient daytime frequency/urgency to make daytime diapers a practical necessity outside of the house. Here's a distillation of what I've learned: Your loved ones will most likely never understand, approve and, if you are unlucky enough, never tolerate your diapers, even after years You will be amazed (and likely horrified) at how much landfill you create Your diapers have a chilling effect (albeit reducable) on virtually every aspect of your life and will annoy you accordingly from time to time Diaper dependency takes a LOT longer than fan fiction tells you but hides in plain sight when it arrives (I'll get back to you later on "incontinence" if and when it ever arrives). Despite 1 – 4, You never want to come out of them I've used the second person pronoun "you" but that's not to say this will be your experience. It was just my experience. To continue with second person pronoun constructs, your mileage may vary 😆

So this weekend past I again dropped my beloved at the airport on Friday morning for a long weekend with her girlfriends interstate. Three days alone afforded me the strange kind of inverted opportunity that presents to those of us who chose to live their entire lives in nappies: the chance of sneakily spending a weekend NOT wearing nappies. Just to see what still works and what doesn’t. Not Friday though. There was a road trip involved and I know enough already to know that such an event would NOT end well, especially since I was to be driving my beloved’s car. Definitely nappies for THAT trip. After the early morning drop-and-kiss at the airport (you have 30 seconds before a parking storm-trooper strides purposely towards you with a clipboard), I needed to head about 1.5 hours drive up the coast to supervise some works at our other house in a Rearz Inspire+ Mega. The Rearz saw abundant, full use of the course of the day. I never even made it from the airport to the city limits without needing to wet it a little. When I came home early evening that day however took it off, had a shower and replaced it with a thin, close-to-useless, underwear-styled pull-up that I had laying about. I used a pull up because: (a) I couldn’t find my last known remaining pair of underpants (b) It was yet another rain-soaked weekend and I was trying to minimise washing, just in case accidents happened I then proceeded to pee in the toilet by sharp necessity every 60 minutes until bedtime. It wasn’t much pee but the urges went from “none” to “toilet NOW” in as little as 10 minutes. I then went to bed in that same (dry) pull-up. It was unlikely that this pull-up would handle a full-on bedwetting but I punted that it had enough to let me get away with at least one “leak” and I could just change it out for any further nocturnal emissions. I needed to avoid having to wash pee-soaked bedding as it was yet another rain-addled La Nina weather weekend. A full on wet bed would be a logistical problem. I woke suddenly at 2:24am and realised I was about to pee. I leapt out of bed and made a beeline for the toilet where ensued, a very slow and weak pee in the socially conventional location. It looked like however under the harsh glare of the bathroom light that I was possibly a little late to the game. I’d found my “equipment” was a little wet already upon extraction and there was a small wet spot at the inside front of my pull-up. I think it must have been a pee squirt that woke me whereupon I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be doing that. I had to get up and pee again at 4:30 and again at 7am which sucked. I thought my pull-up was basically dry next morning but pulling it for a rather novel “upon arising” pee, I found the crotch to be suspiciously yellow at the front and that the wetness markers had disappeared there. It certainly wasn’t VERY wet but it had seen *some* action. I’m not sure if that was the fugitive squirt that happened at 2:30 before I’d actually realised what was about to happen (which would have to have been much bigger than I’d thought) or if there’d been some minor leakage later, or both. The next day was more of the same: I had to pee hourly with urgency. Each pee episode was weak, small and preceded by a veritable Mariachi band of urges. I didn’t bother trying to hold on to see if I would wet myself. I knew I would before long, that the process would be painful and trigger yet more washing. It was a pretty annoying day really, not helped by the fact that I was painting a garage. At some point during the day however, Queensland’s autumnal pollen-dump arrived bringing on my usual allergic reaction. After enduring a slightly sniffy and red-eyed hour or so, I sneezed violently, and unexpectedly. I also unexpectedly-and-simultanously squirted into my pull-up. I felt it plain as day and the perfunctory check for a wet spot in my pull up (there was one) was a mere formality. The weird thing was that I didn’t even need to pee! THAT’S new. I don’t have a post-partum body. I’ve leaked whilst coughing before but that’s always been in the context of being in, or close to, my “drip and dribble” zone whereby I’ve relaxed my pelvic floor and allowed myself to use my nappies near-reflexively. This was NOT the case here. I was concentrating on being continent and was (up until the sneeze), perfectly dry and wet myself a tiny bit uncontrollably anyway. I then went to bed that evening and proceeded to keep my pull-up dry all night be dint of being awoken by my bladder to get up and pee every two to three hours. As far as I could tell, I did not sleep wet at all overnight. Then Sunday arrived: another day of hourly peeing. How very, VERY tiresome. Mercifully, Sunday night rolled around and I taped myself into a BetterDry, fell into bed, woke up needing to pee at 2am and did so this time without getting up. I don’t remember any further pee events until Monday so presumably (on night 3), bedwetting returned. So that’s what things look like. That’s after 5 non-stop years of nappies and avoiding any bladder control. It’s not much of a result really: unreliable bedwetting and some frequency/urgency during the day. I guess you’d call it “dependency”. Perhaps instead of the “12 Month Guide” they should call it the “12 Year Guide” because that’s what the glide slope here looks like. This, after no less than 5 years of uninterrupted nappies. On that slight pee-whiff of failure, I’ll defer commenting further on the 5 year anniversary until another time…

There is absolutely no doubt that many ABDL are indeed fetishists: just not all of them. ABDL in general is pretty obscure so the 1% of us probably don't get a lot of mind-share. Yep, I think that's the "1%" club 🤣 I think it would be nigh on impossible to indulge a "fetish" 24 hours per day, 7 days per week for years, like trying to live on chocolate. Overtly, you’re question seems to be “why do so many refuse to accept the legitimacy of my incontinence?” but to me the flip side of that question-coin might be “why is it so important that others recognise my incontinence as legitimate?” I don’t have an answer for that question either by the way… I’m guessing the same minefield of Freudian taboos and powerful societal mores that put us where we are, put the other 99.99% of the population where THEY are. Down here, most states have recently introduced voluntary dying laws allowing selected (usually terminally ill) people the chance to pull the plug on their own terms (a right that in principle I fully support). I’ve been slightly stunned though, by the number of people who’ve cited their emergent need for nappies as a reason to pull that trigger. It runs that deep. I’d imagine it would be quite a polarising conversation to raise at a barbecue too.

I can 100% attest that night diapers are a highly effective therapy for nocturia. I have nocturia but I don't notice it. Some nights now, I even sleep through it 🤣 To be honest, the whole "loss of control" thing seemed fairly unimportant to me when it eventually arrived.

My first thought was AI generated content but that doesn't really stack up for analysis. I struggle to see how "rough" could be computationally confused with "rouge" (although I could see a path via optical character recognition and a dodgy piece of paper but I don't think that's how DailyMail steal their content). Even with text to speech translation, that seems like an unlikely error to make. I would posit that being the "Main Science Reporter" at the Daily Mail could be compared to being the Sous Chef at your local McDonalds however. It also raises the question, who is the NON-main science reporter? IR-Baboon? What is non-main science? So many questions 🤣

Yep. This kind of stuff is happening more frequently. The optimistic take is that after 5 years, contempt has overtaken familiarity. The pessimistic take is that this is cognitive decline and before long, we'll all be incontinent anyway although ironically sentenced to dysfunctional institutional bags of tissue paper. The "daily driver" selection is currently 100% Mega Inspire+ and I've gone numb to the expense. The "BeDry" is even MORE expensive (and has very limited availability). I don't know why Rearz are so prone to leaks at the rear thighs but it is something of a brand hallmark. The Inspire Mega will do it to but it takes much more provocation. With the Barry, it was routine.

I'm very fond of my folded and pinned terry square nappies but I'm a bit cautious with them during the day. If I'm just out shopping or whatever, I don't mind so much. I just make sure I'm in loose, dark clothing and always have compression pants over them (to help keep them up as well as provide a bit of visual stealth). I've never even considered attempting changing them outside the house. As you say, you really need to be laying down and there's a substantial real-estate requirement (not to mention the logistical challenges of dealing with the wet ones out in the wild). If I was going out with friends or colleagues however, I just don't dare use them. I don't think people would look at me and shriek "Oh my god, he's wearing a nappy!" but I definitely have a certain thickness in the relevant area, much more than usual. I use 60" x 60" and often use a 24" x 24" baby's terry as a stuffer if the terries in play are older/thinner ones. Regrettably, I am polar bear shaped and sized. The upside to this is I can get away with a fairly thick nappy but the terry ones would be pushing my luck. The few times I've been out in them I've had surprisingly few chafing issues. I've found plastic-head pins to be rubbish though.

The Easter holiday break and an associated series of social engagements had disrupted my usual non-workday nappy routine. Pinned cloth terry nappies are great but they’re not great at dinner parties: at least the kind of dinner parties I find myself at. Maybe I should find some different kind of dinner party. Anyway, I found myself unusually alternating between cloth and disposables from night to night over a very long Easter Holiday weekend depending on what was going on. Thursday night was disposable instead of cloth (dinner party), Friday was cloth, Saturday was back in disposables (a “Little Mermaid” no less to handle an anticipated 14 hour shift after a much “wetter” dinner party). That’s all well and good but as the long weekend wore on, I’d started notice a very faint and intermittent stale pee note in the walk in robe. The cat died some months ago so my first line on enquiry was closed to me but in any case, it wasn’t really strong enough to make me think I wasn’t imagining it. You can get a bit olfactory-paranoid when you pee in your pants all the time. Sunday was cloth again but at Monday night, work beckoned and so, quite late, quite refreshed, I found myself groping around the just-out-of-sight-line top shelf grasping to retrieve my in-service pair of double-terry lined plastic pants. I habitually wear a pair of these over my night time disposables (do deal with the almost inevitable minor night time leakage) but usually they can go a week or two before consignment to wash. Sensing plastic at my fingertips up above my head, I dragged an item forward to the edge of the shelf whereupon it pitched over the edge to land at my feet with a surprisingly dull “whump”. That “whump” did seem somehow, well, solid. And then, like a mushroom cloud arising from a nuclear test, a blast of pure ammonia roared up from them to the stratosphere at my nose. So THAT’S where that subtle waft was emanating from. It wasn’t at all subtle now that the source was down at ground level. Bending down to retrieve them, I discovered heavy, cold, sodden towelling and if my nose was to be believed, a pee-party for bacteria. Why were they soaked? In some kind of mad moment, I wondered if the roof had leaked above them. It seemed unlikely despite the Easter weekend’s near non-stop rainfall. My folded terry nappies were up on that same top shelf and they seemed dry enough. I was left with Occam’s razor telling me that I’d had a catastrophic overnight disposable nappy failure in them two days ago. With my all-new, all-improved “Slightly-less-BetterDry) this is no longer as rare as it was a couple of nappy cases ago. Furthermore, in a new low for my nappy-insight, I’d failed to realise that this had occurred at my morning change and instead, flung an utterly-pee-drenched double-terry nappy/plastic pant combo up into the warm, humid confines of a tropically-wet Queensland Easter weekend walk-in robe shelf and let it ferment for a couple of days. Awesome. For several hundreds of milliseconds I contemplated putting them on anyway. It was late, it was dark, I’d drunk a vat of red wine. I was tired. I wanted bed. Fortunately, sanity prevailed. Apart from looking suspiciously squishy, I concluded that wearing that particular additional “protection” garment to bed was not only maritally inadvisable, it was arguably a bio-hazard, such was the NH3 off-gassing going on. On the other hand, I dimly knew that the red wine on-board would substantially increase the chances of unauthorised nocturnal pee emissions. No insurance policy for my slightly-less-BetterDry was also not a great idea. I’d have to find a clean pair from my nappy hamper back in the main bedroom, just beyond where my beloved lay dozing gently. I crept across the room in semi-darkness and tried, as much as was possible, to surreptitiously ferret through my wicker basket of nappy accessories in the dark. “huh? What’s happening?” my beloved mumbled. “Nothing dear” I replied, standing before her in full view. It is a credit to the normalisation of my strange life that she accepted my assurance of “nothing” at face value, rolling over to swiftly fall back asleep as, silhouetted by the dim yellow LED night light, her husband, wearing nothing more than a slightly swollen-at-the-front disposable nappy, sorted through piles of plastic pants in his “nappy hamper” sorting out his bedwetting gear in the hope of keeping the marital sheets dry. Strange days indeed.

That's pretty hard core. I can't do that because I want to remain married and get to live in my house. I've tested myself for nappy-free bedwetting (and found that I will do this sometimes) when my beloved has been away but like yourself, it wrecked the rest of the nights sleep and I had to get up and change the bedding (or at least take off my wet pyjamas and move to the other side). Wet beds get cold quickly. The best I could manage was a light doze. That's interesting although in my experience, bedwetting is a subconscious decision and conscious thoughts about wetting the bed can get in the way of it. The best way for me to wet the bed is to pay no attention to the matter. Yes. This is extremely common and I don't know why. Initially, ALL of my "observed" bedwetting events occurred during the first few hours of sleep. I've kind of lost insight now because I don't mentally track my bedwetting very much now and I'm used to being wet. I'm aware that occasionally, I'll "sleep through" and yet wake up empty bladdered. Logically that tells me that I've peed multiple times during the night and at least, failed to form any recollection of it. I've been in full time nappies for about 5 years and I suspect I wet the bed (in my sleep) at least a few times per week.

I don't really know. I just don't use my bladder. I can recall last time I tested (maybe a year ago) that I could last 1 hour or maybe 90 minutes but if I was well hydrated, I don't think it would be that long. I pee frequently but in fairly small volumes now. This is perversely kind of helpful because I've discovered diapers work better used that way. They have some time to digest between drinks and are therefore less likely to leak than with highly intermittent deluges. I'd have to say that if you're looking for convenience, you've picked the wrong hobby 🤣

I am diaper dependent. I’m not incontinent but my bladder range is very limited and my urgency is very high if I attempt to control things. This to the extent that it’s just more practical to wear diapers now. Also, if I start to pee now, I simply cannot stop so the risk of wet pants would be very, very high without diapers. Any leak would proceed to a full bladder empty and there wouldn't be much I could do to stop it. Having said that, this was in consequence of me being permanently diapered and NEVER making any effort to hold pee in. I started to see changes a few months in after going “24/7” but realistically, it was probably closer to 3 years before I began to realise that practically, it would be VERY difficult for me to stay dry through daily life without a diaper now. It's hard for me to see how this could have happened if I'd spent time undiapered and practiced my control (even if it was only for short periods of time). I'm just not sure about that "spiraling" thing beyond diapers providing a slight positive feedback loop. My mind is not made up though. "Progress" (if you can call it that) is certainly in my case a LOT slower that some of the fanciful stories you read and sometimes (like with the parable of the boiled frog), you don't truly realise what is happening to your body because it's so gradual. You'd have loads of time to work out if this wasn't for you and stop.

After being dry at night since I was 2 years old, I’ve reconditioned myself as an intermittent bedwetter now after prolonged “24/7”. I’m pretty sure that my bedwetting is some kind of subconscious decision pattern rather than any kind of incontinence. In its early days, quite a few mental boxes had to be ticked before it could happen but gradually my bedwetting became more robust to the point where it could happen even if I had no diaper on. Having said that, I’ve noticed that being overly thoughtful about the possibility of wetting the bed seems to inhibit bedwetting from happening (at least for a while). The way that this has manifested is that a couple of times I decided to “road test” myself to see if I’d unconsciously wet the bed if I wasn’t wearing a nappy (diaper). Typically, on the FIRST night of going to bed undiapered, I’d sleep badly and wake very frequently, having to get up and pee. I would be acutely conscious of my undiapered stated. Then, on the SECOND night, I’d go to bed (usually a bit exhausted on account of having slept badly the first night), fall asleep quickly without having time to think about things too much and somehow, wet the bed in my sleep. One time I could vaguely remember dreaming that I was wetting my nappy but being confused by why things seemed to be getting much wetter with that wetness spreading much more quickly and further down in my diaper-zone. Another time, I just woke up and was confused about why the bedding around me was cold and wet. So in my case, there are various mental states that can affect whether or not I will wet in my sleep but in my current condition, I can never trust myself so I must always be diapered in bed.

I think not. Even if this somehow couldn't be resolved at the Amazon level (which would be easiest), the publishing entity in question is Australian and thus subject to the Australian Copyright Act of 1968 (Commonwealth). As I understand it, there is no requirement for you to "copyright" your original work in order to benefit from copyright under that act. Copyright is automatically granted to the author of the work. If you can prove prior publication, you have the copyright under Australian law. Explicitly asserting copyright in your text is a strategy, not a requirement. https://www.legislation.gov.au/C1968A00063/latest/text I believe that changing the author's name is a "false attribution" under the act which is something of an insta-fail. Here it is in chapter and verse (from the act cited above): 195AD Acts of false attribution of authorship of a literary, dramatic or musical work If the work is a literary, dramatic or musical work, it is an act of false attribution in relation to the author of the work: (a) to insert or affix, or to authorise the inserting or affixing of, a person’s name in or on the work, or in or on a reproduction of the work, in such a way as: (i) to imply falsely that the person is the author or an author of the work; or (ii) to imply falsely that the work is an adaptation of a work of the person; or (b) to deal with the work with a person’s name so inserted or affixed, if the attributor knows that the person is not an author of the work or that the work is not an adaptation of a work of the person, as the case may be; or (c) to deal with a reproduction of the work, being a reproduction in or on which a person’s name has been so inserted or affixed, if the attributor knows that the person is not an author of the work or that the work is not an adaptation of a work of the person, as the case may be; or (d) to perform the work in public, or communicate it to the public, as being a work of which a person is the author or as being an adaptation of a work of a person, if the attributor knows that the person is not an author of the work or that the work is not an adaptation of the work of the person, as the case may be. That's even BEFORE we get to the question of damages. This isn't legal advice. I'm not qualified to give legal advice but I do know a little of the local law and on the face of it, with the facts as you've recounted, the "publisher" and possibly a co-respondent "author" would not have a legal leg to stand on. Their best option upon receipt of a legal snot-O-gram would be to soil their nappies immediately, appoint their own solicitor and settle with you.

Well another day another thing learned! I had no idea that this concept had made the leap into production but then again, I've never paid any attention (or attempted to leverage) kids nappy technology: my loss it seems. That says to me if nothing else that scaled manufacturing technology for that process exists. The Cambridge dissertation also seems to imply that it's not caged by patents. There is demonstrable prior art. It just remains for one of the significant ABDL nappy builders to call time-out on the SAP quantity arms race and exploit some technology to better utilise what they are already dialing in to their (presently unstructured) nappy core. The ball is in your court Rearz/Tykable/Northshore etc...

And now we are five. Congratulations on your milestone, if “congratulations” is an appropriate grammatical interjection for what most of the world would consider a disastrous dysfunction 🤣 Greetings from the greater population. I was NOT a bedwetter as a kid. I was the complete opposite: trained out of night diapers before I was 30 months old. I can only remember wetting the bed ONCE as a child and from the circumstantial evidence surrounding that memory fragment, I’d deduce I was not even 4 years old. I was 100% dry at night beyond that. Until I was 56. I now “wet the bed” pretty regularly. Lately I suspect more than I realise. Same experience, same duration. Caveat Emptor indeed.

This week I’m down to my last case of “free” Abena L4. Just another month or three and I’m actually going to have to start buying some nappies for around the house on weekends. Of course the great tragedy of the Abena L4 is that there are not so much an “around my house” nappy as an “around my ankles” one: such is their egregious sagginess and general preoccupation with gravity. It’s a great shame. The nappy core on the Abena is super-comfortable (despite a mild predilection for disintegration) and it’s generally reasonably absorbent as well. Nice nappies, shame about the shape shifting. Anyway, on Saturday evening, I slid down my plastic pants only to have my soggy-but-far-from-soaked Abena slide down my thighs in sympathy (I was about to change myself anyway) and I pondered that how as a species, we could develop a probe (nearly 50 years ago) that has made it all the way into interstellar space and yet we are unable to design a cost-effective adult nappy that stays put after somebody pees in it. Sure, I accept that ABDL nappies generally speaking do a much better job but they’re still not NASA standard and in any case, nobody in a care facility gets treated to a Rearz “Barnyard” anyway. I got to thinking. In my early phases of Einsteinian reflection, I wondered if the problem might not be less, well, problematic if wicking (a perennial shortcoming in adult nappies) was improved. Wicking is what lets nappies disperse inbound pee-load across all of the available absorbent surface. If wicking is limited, causing pee to pile up at “ground zero” so to speak, in addition to premature product failure (leaks), the localised load can accentuate sagging and stretching (at the triple costs of efficacy, discretion, and staying where you put them). Are you reading this Abena engineers?). It did seem that the ‘pee-load’ in my Abena was at least slightly concentrated into a particular zone leading to some asymmetry in the gravitational tug. My Abenas were sinking down my thighs with as little as 30% of the available absorbent surface area wet. In my most recent product failure, it was a predominately dry nappy with a kind of potato of wet SAP pulling things down at the front. Sure wicking is a thing but the Abena isn’t as nearly bad at this as some of the more ludicrously-capacity-claimed ABDL product. The primary problem here is stretch and sag. I moved on to considering how structural integrity of the nappy might be maintained through the “loading cycle”. I got to thinking about SAP and its propensity to swell when exposed to fluid. This kind of wetting-induced force and torque got me pondering about patterned SAP sub-structures built into the nappy core that would serve to defend against, and perhaps even counteract sagging as they became wet by reshaping themselves into sag-resistant forms. And then I started googling only to discover that it’s already been done: by Cambridge University no less. https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/wearable-technologies/article/origamiinspired-systems-that-improve-adult-diaper-performance-to-enhance-user-dignity/EE49123E2F043C7A5F87BF2EAB71B492 It turns out re-engineering the present unstructured SAP core of nappy into “tubes” of SAP permits liquid-activated shaping. When you wet them, they distort to fit you more closely. Just to ram home their general cleverness, they’d also applied some solid mechanical engineering to the problem of “wicking” (or specifically, the lack thereof). It turns out that wicking can be radically improved by using folded/overlaid “surge layers” inside the nappy (as opposed to the single layer we see today) for pee dispersal. And because good things come in threes, the nappy-boffins decided to leverage something called “laminar emergent torsion” to create a nappy waistband that “deploys” (like the solar panels on a satellite) to improve fit, flexibility and simplify application. I guess a nappy that’s easier to put on would be good for people with disabilities but I also imagine that it could play a role in the hands of a drunk ABDL also which for me, is a much less distressing thought. It’s still something of a tertiary objective. It was nice to know that at least some of my thought bubbles were in fact feasible but I don’t think we’re about to see them appearing in padded products any time soon. Firstly, I expect that nappy making machines are very expensive, very established and very NOT designed to engineer that kind of complexity into extruded pads. Current manufactured nappy cores are more meat loaf than terrine. We’d most likely need an entirely new manufacturing infrastructure as well as a manufacturing process and that’s a lot of non-recurrent cost to build a product that would in all likelihood NOT be cheaper. That leads me to my second point. Adult nappies (medical brands) are overwhelmingly NOT a user-chooser product. I suspect that their efficacy and comfort takes a back seat to their capacity to win institutional tenders by being the cheapest. The fact that they don’t work very well is irrelevant. It’s somebody else’s department to change the wet bedding. So we probably won’t see these scientifically-designed uber-nappies but it’s nice to know that metaphorically at least, nappies are a product you CAN engineer the crap out of (at least metaphorically until nano-bots go mainstream) and it isn’t rocket science. Elon Musk might build them though. He’s a bit like that…