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Mmm.. Some kind of delicate parlour game? A specific request for a third party to examine your butt-shape when it was overwhelmingly likely she knew you were diapered? My wife would be organising some kind of diversion-at-any-cost if she thought I was at risk of being discovered: "OOH, look out the window! A spacecraft!" This is to do with sparing her embarrassment more than me though. Dangerous stuff: we are all at best one playful pat-on-the-bum from awkwardness. Please send some freezing rain to Brisbane, Australia: 39C and smokey today, again with areas of raised dust... I'll trade you a palm frond.

lol thanks! if you use their website to search all-in-one via vendor (Molicare) - it doesn't come up. Looks like another one of the (many) breaks in their new website. May YOU can find them on https://molicare.com.au/participant/#molicare-products I couldn't. I might try a pack with my next order to see if they will suffice as my weekend day-nappy although I'm wary about those side panels.

And so it seems I have spent the last 8 months continuously diapered, have been diapered for 10.5 months of the last 12 (I had to take a 4 week sabbatical back last March) and it’s been a whole year since I rebelled against the one-night-per-week rationing system I’d been living under. This week I accomplished the office Christmas party in nappies: for a beer-based afternoon/evening event followed by a bus trip home (I traded driving for beer) I think even mainstream vanilla people would appreciate the overwhelming convenience of a high quality, high capacity, comfortable adult diaper under plastic pants if only they could get past their inhibitions. As the event segued directly from the office toward the end of the working day, I had to use the office complex disabled toilet to change myself into a fresh BetterDry before leaving. This necessitated walking through the office and past reception carrying a fresh nappy (folded up in a dark cloth bag) but I don’t think anybody took any notice. A few café patrons watched me retreat into the disabled bathroom to re-emerge 5 minutes later minus the bag (empty, it was in my pocket) but I doubt I was even noticed. I enjoyed my beer and my dinner. I, perhaps uniquely, never queued for the bathroom. I’m not sure how undiapered people managed bus trips after beer parties. I was comfortable throughout. For the bus journey home, I sat quietly up the back dribbling nearly continuously but the seat remained dry. I don’t know how I would have made the trip otherwise. Off the bus, I was still weeing all the way up the hill walking toward home. It was dark, I was wearing dark jeans and I was so close to home so I didn’t really care if I leaked but the amazing BetterDry held the line. It was a little bulky down there at the end though, a bit like wearing a recently dead cat, kind of soft, warm and heavy swinging around between your legs. Not that I’ve ever worn a dead cat you understand, it’s just a guess. Home, shower, cloth diapers and bed. Clear signs of emerging dependency are somewhat hard to spot, potentially camouflaged as they are by habitual use. It remains difficult to precisely remember using my nappy during the night but this could be as much to do with banal normality of doing so as it could be genuine sleep-wetting. Wetter-than-expected morning diapers routinely happen a couple of times per week now. The thought of having to get up to pee is even more unattractive to me now than it was when I started and I suspect I don’t care anymore if I become a bedwetter. It’s possible I already am one. Daytime usage fluctuates wildly. Some days are near-normal and I’m just an odd person who chooses to wet diapers every 10 – 20m instead of waiting and going to a bathroom. Other days, I seem to experience near continuous urges, trying to use a toilet seems like an enormous burden and just possibly, there might be a bit of unbidden dripping happening down there. The evidence is vague for this though. I’m usually wet to some extent anyway and so a bit of extra wetness is at best an ambiguous signal. As usual, I’ll wait and see. I’ve STILL no interest in going back to big-boy-underwear. None at all. It’s clear to me that were it not for the pressure from others, I would have fully mentally resolved my diapered status as permanent and moved on. As it happens, there is still some domestic unease and like a cat prepared to jump out of danger’s way, I remain poised for flight back to continence if something radical happens. For now, I’ll just press on with month 9.

And try finding some of those in the land downunder... The Independence Australia website store has, in what has to be one of the most striking examples of "Verschlimmbesserung" (google this if you don't know the word - it will be worth it) of the year, been completely re-designed rendering it at once inaccurate and confusing. The Molicare premium slips have disappeared and been replaced with, drum-roll, nothing... There are NO 10 drop all-in-one products available. In fact, vast swathes of product are now illustrated inaccurately, or not at all. The Hartmann Australia website (formerly the Molicare distributor) has been replaced with a new Molicare Australia website that similarly, carries pictures of the premium slips, but any attempts to find product details result in the product NOT appearing in drop-down boxes and broken image links on their (brand new!) website. Molicare themselves make no mention of the replacement Molicare premium elastic on their Australian website. Perhaps it's because of our relatively small market? Nope. I could get them in New Zealand easily enough... Like most vendors, they seem to be re-orientating their business model toward getting on the NDIS government-funded gravy train rather than selling to customers. I notice on my Independence Australia account, my login is now described as "self funded" and all my purchase history has been deleted. Looks like I need to find a new supplier and possibly even a new brand.

Wow. That was one whole year ago. That's a bit of a head-spin.

I had a few of those early on. Naturally, I managed my own day-surgery using tools dipped on isopropyl alcohol and liberal quantities of isopropyl alcohol to clean the crime scene. I think this must be because subconsciously I must enjoy cavorting about the en-suite bellowing obscenities. I've switched to a hair trimmer and the ingrown hair problem seems to have gone away. We have massive amounts of air conditioning around the house but I'm a bit disinclined to use it routinely. Firstly, we have some of the most expensive electricity in the world and secondly, I just can't see the point of living at my latitude and fighting the heat. We only use AC on the hotter days (and quite a bit in the bedroom at night lately). In the evening, open windows, ceiling fans and perspiration seem to do the job. This happened at my place once about a decade ago. There was a light frost on car windshields. It made the news that night... Sometimes I think it might be amusing for it to snow here just to see what happens. Anyway, I seemed to have managed that rash away before it ever really got going - we are back to normal now. I think it was a combination walking around wet for a long day in high temperatures.

Congratulations: another inhibition bites the dust! Generally speaking I don't have a problem doing this but as a lifelong DL and heading for a year 24/7, there's been a lot of practice. Generally my morning work diaper gets just a tiny bit damp on the commute into the office but its not much. I'm not sure if is so much a driving thing as the car seat and my diaper applying some pressure to my urethra. Even as a passenger, I can be prone to getting a little "stuck" some times. Toughest position to use my diaper was riding a motorbike, that never did work that well. I'd get terribly uncomfortable and then automatically wet myself the moment I lifted myself off the seat to dismount.

If I slept alone, I would probably wear my Babykins pull-on cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed. As a side-sleeper, they are bullet-proof and will effortlessly last 10 hours. As a compromise to the fact that I share my household with kids and my bed with wife, most nights I will wear a Molicare slip maxi (not the premium, so plastic and a bit crinkly for day use) but under waterproof vinyl pants lined with dual layer terry towelling. The terry towel catches the almost-inevitable minor leaks from the disposables. Most nights my waterproofs are dry enough to play again. A bad leak might mean I simply put them in my nappy wash hamper and replace them with another pair the next night. I've never had to change in the middle of the night and that's after nearly 10.5 months of permanent night wearing. Over time, my bladder has shrunk with 24/7 and I find myself rarely leaking at night now. The thing is, I also find myself not remembering wetting sometimes. I suspect a major wet on my side would mean a major leak so if that becomes a thing, I may need to reconsider my night time strategy.

The first of December marks the official start of summer in Australia and the return to hot weather. Of course, in MY part of Australia, that’s a rather pointless technicality. In fact, the hot weather started in September (along with the bushfires) but never fear, it will cool down towards the end of next April. Even then though, the ceiling fans are going to remain on standby probably until June. Summer in South East Queensland is really about 6 months long: 10 months if you’re a kid and don’t mind swimming-induced-hypothermia. This morning (Sunday) it was 26C already at 07:30 when arose and two hours later, it’s just cracked 30C (09:30). It probably won’t get much hotter than this through the day but nor will it fall south of 30C much before 6pm. Not exactly the kind of climate that lends itself to wearing a thick adult diaper, plastic pants and a compression stocking under your shorts but 24/7 is 24/7. Designed by Northern Europeans, Molicare padding will fall apart on an outdoor working day in Queensland heat faster than a Norwegian on a pineapple plantation. Accordingly, when planning a long day trip with a bunch of outdoor activities two days ago, I decided to wear a BetterDry instead of my usual weekend Molicare premium slip. The BetterDry held up a lot better but I can’t say I truly appreciated the additional insulation: I spent 12 hours marinating in the tropical sun and my diapers (hydrating furiously) before floating home but the car seat survived unsullied. Changing into my night nappy, I saw the first tell-tale signs of nappy rash in the relevant areas. Quelle horreur! A double-dose of sudo-crème overnight seems to have steered me out of that ditch based on the visual evidence of this morning’s diaper change however. Our sole remaining resident teenager has gone on holiday to the USA and so my wife and I have had the house to ourselves. Cashing in early on “empty nester” privacy, I’ve been managing the heat at night by simply going to bed wearing nothing but my diapers and plastic pants. This must impose considerable incremental challenges in my wife’s ongoing objective not to notice them but somehow, she has risen to this occasion. No comment has been made. And so it was as I was standing at the kitchen counter measuring coffee into the filter machine, already starting to sweat that I heard the neighbour’s kids greeting the still, damp heat of a tropical dawn by a quick bounce on the trampoline from over the back fence. At approximately 1 second intervals, a mop of blonde hair would appear briefly above the fence line after a large “Boing!” noise from our otherwise-secluded rear garden. Boing, head, boing, head, boing, head, boing head... Have these children no sweat glands?? It then occurred to me that I was standing directly in front of the large windows above our kitchen counter wearing nothing but a milky-white pair of plastic pants over what was quite obviously, a fairly thick nappy. It was also a fairly wet one. As is increasingly common these days, I had no clear idea when this had happened or even if I was the one who had wet it but the circumstantial evidence clearly pointed toward me. The relative humidity of my underwear however was probably of secondary import compared to the strikingly unusual choices it reflected. Thank the deity of your choosing that I was watching the BACK of a blonde-haired-head bouncing above the fence line and not the cheery face that owned it… Cue rapid retreat and search for pyjama pants. Teen will be back next weekend and clothes around the house will again be a thing.

In awe of the 7 syllable name, the 4500ml capacity (alleged - YMMV), and a nearly 30% lower price relative to the increasingly-difficult-to-find Molicares, I was seduced by the low cost allure of the “ID Expert Slip Maxi”: I mean, with a name like that it has to be good right? Well, kind of. If you pee carefully, standing up. The padding through the gusset is remarkably wide, and flat. It’s a bit like wetting a picnic blanket. The trouble is it’s also like wetting a picnic blanket sitting or lying down: pee travels. The “leak guards” were clearly air-brushed onto its surface by Tinkabell. They were that tiny. I don’t think they should call them “leak guards”. I prefer to think of them as “leak observers”. They might as well have printed pictures of guards on the liner for all the good they did. Whilst seated, an ID-Slip that was past its prime (ie: been on for more then 3 hours) rewarded me with a novel experience: wet pockets. Somehow, pee gets pass the leak guards around my pubic zone and heads off in both directions to colonise my hips. In bed, there are less obvious consequences to using them because of my waterproof training pants: until my morning change. It’s then I find that my ID-Slip is at best 40% wet and another 40% has soaked my terry trainers. I guess the other 20% just evaporated. Life in a sub-tropical climate. I’m using them as the lightest duty nappy of my day: the evening weekday shift between gym and bedtime for which they are ok. The only other curious observation is the “wetness indicators”. I imagine these are used by carers (or un-carers in an institutional setting). That’s all very well but wouldn’t you position the wetness indicator in such a place that you didn’t have to send the patient up a ladder whilst standing below in order to see?

Well sorry to hear that but from a personal perspective, "phew!!"... I've seen a couple of 24/7 folk get nasty UTI around DD and whilst I'm (somewhat) ok with the idea of dependency, actually hurting myself is definitely not on the game plan.

Not quite. I *do* wear plastic pants pretty much all of the time but the terry-lined ones are only in bed where bulk is less of a problem and leaks are more of a problem. During the day I will usually just wear Gary PUL waterproofs over my diaper (managing minor leaks) and some kind of compression pant over everything (managing noise and bulging). With this system, a BetterDry 24/7 can last me all day at work if I have to although I'll be pretty wet when I get home. Early on I did experiment with terry-lined plastic pants during the day but they can be hot and a bit bulky. If you don't mind the question, what were you looking for in this and did you find it? I'm not sure I ever really set out to do this but at this point, it seems to be happening anyway. For me at least, it's been more of an omission than an act: I cannot recall in the morning how my diaper got as wet as it is. It started out quite rarely but it did occur to me this morning that this is now quite a regular thing and I can't clearly recall a tipping point. It's definitely material fact now that I pee quite frequently in small amounts. I don't think this is to do with drinking a ton of water as much as a long time of never allowing any pee to store up in any volume (at least deliberately) at any time of the day or night. On nights where I CAN recall, I think I generally wet a little around 3 - 4 times during the night. A lot of this stuff is only obvious in retrospect which is a bit of a warning. I'm going to say what others may have already said: think carefully about what dependency might mean for you in the long term. I'm frankly not 100% comfortable with the idea and I'm pushing 55. It just seems that I'm at least 80% ok with it and so I've made no effort to stop ? There is a kind of decadent luxury of waking up with an empty bladder and not immediately thinking "OMG! I need to leap out of bed and run to a bathroom!"...

I had kind of assumed that with male anatomy and mainly being wet only, my risk factor for UTI would not be significantly changed by being diapered. 8 months of 24/7 with zero effort at practicing continence and no dramas but am I missing something here?

Here is some news that I can only deliver “after the fact” because in some bizarre case of “quantum-indeterminacy-meets-nappy-usage”, any thought of reporting on this whilst it is still underway seems to negate the outcome: (Drum-roll….) I have just completed an entire week with absolutely zero nappy leakage! (wild applause) I do believe that this may be the first 100% leak-free week of the year (week 43 YTD) and by reporting it, I shall probably awaken tomorrow to find myself cold and damp, 6 feet up a tree in an adjacent suburb having been swept away in a tsunami of last night’s wee. Although some hard-won experience on how to put them on effectively and which brands work best may have something to do with this success, doubtless another factor is that my bladder capacity seems quite small now and so I pee little and often: a scenario that seems to work well with my nappies as they quite like the chance of getting used to things gradually. In the only other notable event in this otherwise-uneventful 24/7 padded week has been watching my long-suffering wife tie herself in logistical knots attempting to avoid looking at me in just a nappy. An afternoon office event earlier in the week meant that I could not get to gym for a change and shower and so I found myself arriving home from work floating in a rather wet (and rather swollen) BetterDry (and yet I did not leak!). Consequentially and unusually, I needed a diaper change and a shower immediately upon returning from work. My wife had arrived home at roughly the same time. She agreed that my need for the shower was probably greater than hers and so, grabbing a fresh nappy and some non-work clothes, I retreated to our ensuite bathroom. Not so many minutes later, I emerged rinsed, dried, sudo-creamed, re-diapered and re-dressed before flopping down on our bed under the ceiling fan. A soaked BetterDry the size of a dead Ibis was balled up and stuffed in my nappy hamper to be given a state funeral at a later date. She was still cluttering around somewhere outside our bedroom. I was asking questions about her day and she was shouting replies from the far end of the building. After this long-distance shout-versation had gone on for a while, I called out that “the bathroom is free if you want it?”. “Oh” she called back. “I didn’t realise you were done”. Well, she must have known I wasn’t in the shower. I could talk to her. She came back up the hall but paused at the doorway and visually checked me out before entering. Apparently satisfied with my state, she then proceeded to the bathroom. I’m fairly sure she was trying hard to avoid encountering me during a nappy change or potentially just with exposed nappies and the quick visual check was to ensure the coast was clear. I do wonder how realistic an ambition for her to never to see my nappies in her lifetime would be. Especially since I’ve long since stopped bothering to hide them within the relative privacy of our bedroom and en-suite. The next day’s plastic pants and sometimes the next morning’s nappy are usually on top of my clothes hamper in the walk-in-robe before we go to bed. The weather is hot now too and on a couple of nights, I’ve just gone to bed in a nappy and t-shirt, dispensing with pyjama pants because I can do without the insulation. If this is because she seriously wants to avoid seeing my nappies then all I can do is watch on in a curious combination of mild depression and mild amusement. If this is because she has misunderstood my insistence that she “ignore them” (which was the only reasonable demand I felt I could make from her as an alternative to constant criticism) I’m probably going to have to send some kind of smoke signal to let her know that it’s ok, and I don’t really mind if she sees me in just a nappy.

Interesting. Not so here. All the ones I've dealt with are clearly labelled as family/unisex. There was a bit of a controversy down here a year or two ago when a group of mothers on Facebook started campaigning to keep men out of "family" bathrooms and I was rather pleased to see they got shut down fairly smartly by Joe Public. I've been a solo-duty dad out with a toddler and I've enjoyed the "death stare" from other mothers when towing said toddler in to deal with an elimination-related crisis but that was two decades ago and I hope we've moved on. I can't see a gender-biased disabled toilet resonating with too many folk. There is already some more progressive government departments that are removing gender labels on all toilets outright.

Have a look at the Gary Active PUL pants: https://www.adultclothdiaper.com/Active-Brief-PUL-Pant These have in the past given me sufficient overdraft capacity on my diaper to get me from A to B in extremis. They won't hold against a full on leak (at least for very long) but they'll stop wet bits around the edges getting to your outerwear and quite often, that's enough. I'm a pretty big guy and I have "L" and "XL". I've found that paradoxically, the tighter fit of the "L" does a better job of leak prevention. I suspect the PUL pants in that scenario also hold my nappy close against me, limiting the opportunity for "aquifers" to form along already-wet padding. I carry an emergency change kit in my own car, a couple of unreliable Tena Maxi and a spare pair of jeans in an old duffel bag but that's all a bit theoretical if your problem is finding a place to change. Storing nappies in my wife's car however would be completely verboten and likely to cause ructions so how much insurance I have is a function of whose car I am in. We've got to go on a day trip out of town the week after next to inspect a rental property we've been having some "issues" with. It will be a long day and my wife wants to take her car (it's a V8 sports car and is a lot of fun on the open road). I'll change seconds before departure into a BetterDry and watch my fluids but I'm still likely to be floating when I get home.

Back last night from an entire week of travel, starting with a conference at a marina resort about 200km north of Sydney and finishing with meetings down in Melbourne. From a nappy-logistics perspective, everything went according to plan: I suffered no major leaks, stayed within budget on nappy consumption, left my emergency nappies untouched and avoided embarrassing myself at all venues at which I stayed. Whilst the resort had miniscule bins and restricted privacy, the marina it was built on had a dizzying array of large wheelie-bins for the moored boats. Basking in the midday summer sun filled with discarded picnic food and fishing detritus, there was nothing my nappies could do to make their smell any worse and I had no guilt about leveraging them. A strange thing happened on the Monday afternoon however. As a kind of consolation prize for the 2 days of powerpoint-based-haranguing we were to endure at the conference, we were taken out on a yacht for a three hour cruise (insert the Gilligan’s Island reference of your choice here). This was no problem. I’d changed out of my flight nappy into a BetterDry just before we left and I was comfortable that this would easily last the cruise and follow on dinner by the pool. Despite the horrendous amount of smoke in the air (there are enormous bushfires in northern New South Wales and southern Queensland right now), the yacht cruise was very pleasant. The wind off the water was cool, conditions were reasonably calm but with enough breeze to travel under sail. The scenery was gorgeous, the dolphins were jumping at the bow of the boat and the tab running at the bar below deck was unlimited. We dropped anchor in a small bay where those who wanted, could swim. A director-who-should-know-better, with plenty of beers on board had decided that I should swim with him (and the bull sharks that he was too pissed to have noticed) and announced his intent to throw me over the side. In a BetterDry that would have made for an interesting re-boarding. Fortunately, a sharp-ish word and a death-stare after he persisted persuaded him otherwise. For the hour or so sailing back to the marina, I was sitting on an awkwardly shaped plastic bench on the front deck, drinking beers with colleagues. I was a little wet but not particularly so. I’d had quite a few of the free beers and I was beginning to wonder where they were going as there was no sign of them reappearing in my underwear. I’d become aware of a need to pee but nothing seemed to be happening. I assumed that the bench was compressing my urethra and all would resolve when I stood up. Upon mooring, as I was leaving the boat I realised I had, for the first time I could recall since going 24/7, a rather strong urge to pee. As I alighted though, nothing seemed to happen. This was strange. At this stage of nappy habituation, I can pee effortlessly whilst walking or in pretty much any other position. I walked all the way back to my villa unit but despite the protests from my bladder, things were “stuck”. By the time I got inside, I was experiencing waves of pretty serious urges. Since my nappy had to last until bedtime, the magnitude of pee urges was telling me that I must have at least 3,000 gallons in my tortured bladder, and I was in my hotel room, I decided that I’d break my rule and use the toilet. I pulled down the front of my nappy in front of the toilet and waited, waited some more and waited again, all the time, my bladder yelling in protest with waves of spasms. Still nothing happened. I felt the metallic taste of adrenalin in my mouth and wondered if I was facing some kind of medical emergency but at last, a couple of drops appeared, followed by a spurt and a couple more drops but that’s all I could muster. I stood there for maybe a minute watching an anaemic drip and dribbling whilst my bladder spasmed painfully. This must have been going on for nearly a minute when a colleague knocked on the door for me to join him heading down to dinner. I couldn’t afford any more time for this so pulling my pants back up, I left with him for dinner, still dripping and dribbling in my nappy along the way. It took ages (well, probably several minutes) before I realised my bladder wasn’t hurting and by the warmth and weight in my pants, I was probably done. I’ve no idea what happened. It had been 218 days since I’d made any effort at bladder control and I certainly haven’t tried any since then in case I don’t like what I find.

Fantastic (not...) Now what do I use?

A wide variety of locations it seems. At home, I usually use my study. It's where my disposable diapers are kept and it's "my" turf. I'd prefer to change in our walk-in robe but my wife would prefer me to change (if I must) on the 3rd moon of Saturn so my study is the compromise. On the road, I can, if I have to, change in just about any toilet stall by leaning against the closed door but privacy is minimal and the sound of ripping tapes echoes around the facility like a fart at a funeral. Preferable, is the disabled toilet. I couldn't do that earlier this week at the Sydney Qantas Club because somebody was using it so it was off to the stall-of-shame for me. I'm pretty good at changing standing up now and I don't need to undress, just pull things down. I usually go in with a "jacket" concealing my folded diaper. There is an emergency diaper that lives in my laptop bag. The used diaper will go in the bin (hopefully there is one). It might be bagged or at worst, rolled up tight and taped neatly.

Back from a whole week of business travel but more on that later... Well firstly, I’d have to confess that left to my own devices, like Stroller, I’d probably wear cloth but practicality, odor control and marital status dictate otherwise… The BetterDry came about through operational necessity: I needed a diaper that would reliably and repeatedly last through 8 – 9 hours of office wear without failure or at least egregious leaking. After a miserable few days trying to hold Tena Maxi to their marketing hype, @ozziebeestepped in and suggested the BetterDry and she was absolutely correct. They are an all-day-diaper. To wear, they are very comfortable, almost voluptuous, wet or dry. It’s a bit like having your own personal cushion down there and have made me reconsider my derision for disposables. Eventually, they will leak at the rear of my thighs though. I suspect this is because they become very heavy after a lot of use, start to sag and eventually, the pee molecules form an escape committee and a few, during a release, make it over the side into my waterproofs before they can be absorbed. One of the more challenging aspects of the BetterDry is its remarkable expansionist tendencies when wet. I actually wear a compression garment over my plastic pants and nappy which serves to both quieten down any nappy noise but also to make it look less like I’ve stuffed a dead wombat in my pants at the latter part of the day. There are TWO variants of Molicare that I use. The first is an el-cheapo “slip maxi” finished in an unattractive duck-egg blue. I use these stand-alone as my ‘evening at home’ diaper and at night under a terry-lined insurance policy. They are, well, ok… They work as described but can feel and sound a little bit like wearing a supermarket plastic bag stuff full of scrunched up newspaper. They need to be used with NASA-precision body positioning to prevent leaks sometimes. The second Molicare variant is the more up-market “premium slip maxi” (white diaper). This has some BetterDry characteristics insofar as it is almost decadently comfortable to wear, wet or dry. It has more capacity than the “maxi” but it’s not as good as the BetterDry. I tend to use these on longer evening shifts that may involve beer. Over here, the price differential between the “maxi” and the “premium slip maxi” is miniscule and I might just live large and ditch the maxi altogether in favour of the premium. As I always wear plastic pants over my nappy, the relative insecurity of the cloth-like outer liner doesn’t bother me. Both types of Molicare share one Homer Simpson trait: they will disintegrate in the face of a hard day’s work. At the end of a day’s suburban yard-toil, I often find that I’ve been wetting a piece of plastic covering my crotch whilst the padding has all taken refuge down between my legs somewhere. Yes. This week was early morning Monday until Friday late afternoon which mean large suitcase/few clothes/empty on return trip. If I remain diapered (and remain employed), I will probably face a USA trip next year which will force some kind of in-flight refuelling diaper-wise. I'll look at my options later on. The store brand diapers I've seen at Walgreens etc are dismal. Ok, this one has me scratching my head. What on earth are you wearing in terms of "plastic pants" that would necessitate up-sizing your clothing? Lego ones? Putting aside the (admittedly slightly bulky) terry-lined waterproofs that I use over disposables at night, a basic pair of plastic pants for me has been an essential ingredient in making 24/7 wearing viable. There’d be just too many damp patches in my life. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. For sure, with a serious leak, a plastic pant is going to at best simply delay the inevitable (unless it is terry lined in which case it could also trigger upscaling of your outer-wear due to bulk) but it seems that for me there are near constant minor “damp bits” around leggings for which my plastic pants save the day. The term “plastic pant” itself is a bit of a misnomer. My default day-wear waterproof pants are actually Gary PUL (polyurethane laminate) ones. These might be similar to what @Stroller is using. Pure polyurethane pants do exist however but they are noisy, at least the pair I have are. In contrast, PUL are (somewhat) breathable, quiet, comfortable to wear but still have the Polyurethane benefit of amazing toughness and longevity. I'm yet to wear a pair out. They seem to work better with a slightly tight fit so I wear large rather than XL. Over cloth I will wear more traditional vinyl waterproofs. If I’m in a cloth nappy I’ve largely abandoned visual discretion anyway so it hardly seems to be any point fretting about plastic pant noises. Over a disposable at night I will wear a (bulky) terry-lined vinyl pant (Babykins usually although Gary make them too). With those, stretchy pajama pants to comfort dear wife or on my own, don't bother wearing anything over them.

I thought the Tena Slip maxi thing was just me. I’ve always been a fan of Swedish technology: they’ve given us Saabs (well for a bit, now we just have Volvos), flat-pack furniture and meatballs. I was expecting the same kind of pragmatic Scandinavian efficiency from their nappies. Wrong. They don’t so much hold back the pee as merely delay it upon its voyage to your outerwear. I’ve tried a few packets and despite having (these days) a very small bladder that isn’t prone to flooding anything, a Tena is just there to give my waterproof pants something to do. That “breathable” outer liner is also a “porous” outer liner. It’s technology like that which give incontinent folk a bad name for a bad odour. Sure, the nappies may have odour control but the nappy only waves at your pee as it goes past. I’ve still got a packet unopened under the bed. I just haven’t found a circumstance where dignity and dryness are sufficiently expendable to trust them. Don't get me started on their courageously-over-rated pull ups either...

As I head off into month 8 as of yesterday, I was trying to think of some kind of meaningful update. I was originally planning to point out that I have developed sufficient nappy-competency to travel through a working week leak-free. Never do this. The first warning shot was a Wednesday damp patch about half the size of a dollar bill on my left lower buttock at the lower line of my plastic pants. I only noticed when I stood to leave for the gym towards the end of the day. I suppose I’d been quite well hydrated that day and some of it had, well, just seeped out really. Why? Just because. This happens. No biggie. The damp spot on my pants was barely noticeable, it was changing time and my pants dried during my work-out. Having survived the starter, the main course was more substantial. Later that evening I was home in my evening nappy, alone (fortunately) downstairs watching TV thinking about changing for bed. I peed a bit. That happens quite a lot. It’s not automatic but nor does it require any thought or effort. As nature took its course, the ensuing warmth down there seemed somehow, free-ranging. Then I noticed that my left hip was wet. That’s odd. Maybe I’m imagining it. No I’m not. It was time for my shorts to go into the washer and to get some paper towels to deal with the chair-puddle. It was just another of those random things. My nappy was already wet of course but not saturated. Things must have just been at a funny angle down there and pee just ran my crotch and out onto my thigh (reclining chairs). I typically don’t wear plastic pants over my evening nappy because it’s not on me long enough to be risky (which sounds a lot better reason than “can’t be @rsed”). Without that insurance policy, I managed to wet my pants and my chair instead of the inside of my waterproofs. Fortunately, it’s a leather chair and can be easily dampened and wiped. That I returned to our boudoir clad only in a T-shirt and a fresh night nappy (sans shorts) attracted no attention as she was fast asleep. I’m traveling all week next week, ruefully contemplating lugging a large suitcase to accommodate the 14 – 15 nappies I will have to take with me. At least I have plenty to choose from. I picked up another case of BetterDry this week and my order for Molicares came in. Additionally, I’ve orders some ID Slip Maxi as they were on sale and I’m curious to see if they are effective. They are less expensive than the Molicare slip Maxi but have a higher absorbency rating. They may be a cheaper/better night nappy option. I’m not going to road-test a new nappy in a hotel though.

An update largely for the sake of having an update really. It’s been an uneventful week without travel, significant leaks, marital strife or indeed anything to speak of. Work has been stressful. Layoffs and restructures (yet again). “Spill and fills”, intrigue, org charts with less squares, whispered corridor conversations, all part and parcel of life in a multinational corporation “clearing out the dead wood” for Christmas. So far I’m still there. There will be a lull over Christmas and a next wave in early 2020. I wonder if my nappies are working to lower my anxiety. It’s hard to tell. As a 50-something white male breadwinner (aka “dead wood” to a younger, “woke” HR), there ARE significant anxiety levels at all of this. To tell you the truth at times I barely notice my nappy now but still the thought of not wearing one fills me with nothing but dismay so logically, I must still be happier in them. Last night was another of those nights where I woke up a lot wetter than I thought I should be. I went to bed late after some quantity of alcohol (dinner party) and fell asleep dry. I remember waking around 2am and peeing a bit. I woke to get up around 7:30am. Again, there was relatively little pee stored but upon changing, my night nappy was actually pretty wet. Seven months contiguous 24/7 next week…

DL, 7 months on this stretch and around 9.5 months YTD. Not a fantasy story at all (you can tell, it's too boring and not a single nubile young "aunty" to come and change me!): I guess different folks need different balances in their lives and also have to cope with different circumstances, the bottom line for which is that some people can't get the diaper time they need to scratch that itch and look for support and advice. That's ok. I don't think 24/7 is some kind of "ultimate win" however with associated "success" or "failure" (you didn't say that but it's another common correlation with 24/7 discussion so I just put that out there ? ). I think it's really a "whatever" thing.

I'd rate a porn addiction as a "4", sleeping as a pony would come in at an "8", rising to a "9" if the pony outfit is rainbow colored. A middle-aged, male, heavy-set, doughnut-fueled cop snore? Nah... I can recommend Bose QuietComfort 35ii and a white-noise source.. Faced with such a dilemma, I would be considering the best adult pull-ups known to man (and I would test these in a development environment before production deployment), possibly attiring once under the covers.