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Two children here – one an adult and has left the nest, the other a teenager and probably only a couple of years away from doing the same. I was a devout DL the whole way through but took care to keep it away from the kids. Yes, this means some limits but it didn’t stop it. AFAIK, they don’t know. If they DO know, they’ve chosen to keep quiet about it. I really suspect they do NOT know however because teenagers can be pretty feral and generally speaking my experience has been that if mud can be flung, it gets flung. I stand accused of MANY crimes but wearing nappies was never one of them. Obviously there are some things you’ll need to take care of – diapers need to be WELL out of reach and sometimes I needed to be tactical with laundry. I don’t think kids want to know anyway. I certainly had zero curiosity on that score as a kid and as a teenager. Another amusing thing I learned about myself as a parent and a DL: My wife fully expected that as an experienced nappy wearer who was happy to be in them, I’d be a willing and tolerant nappy-changer to my children. Nope… Like any red-blooded father, I dodged every change I could – especially the “code brown” ones..

Thanks. I don't quite know how I missed that post first time around but it seems I did. It was an interesting read. It does seem that your partner was to some extent kink-friendly out of the gate which has worked in your favour but you've still had your battles. My partner is strictly vanilla and I don't think an open relationship is something that either of us would want. On the other hand, I feel that my "ask" is less. Our relationship is a relatively normal husband/wife one: I'm not looking for a "mommy figure", I don't dress or behave as a baby, there is no gender ambiguity and the nappies (to the extent that they occur) are typically hidden beneath adult clothing.

Mark I’d be fascinated to hear about your experience negotiating this with your spouse. How long ago did you do this? What was your argument? How has the journey been from her perspective? Has her tolerance fluctuated? It seems a big ask for a vanilla person to go along with the faint (or not so faint) whiff of pee in the marital bed. I’d LOVE to try full time just for a while but after decades of marriage, it seems my partner’s tolerance is trending in the opposite direction to my interest and even one night per week is clearly too much for her.

Subconscious behaviour or divine miracle: in the absence of empirical proof, both are arguments, not explanations. We don’t know. I think however that in stark contrast to subconscious patterning, a “miracle” can only ever be an argument and NEVER rise to an explanation. In fact I consider the very concept of a miracle to be the antithesis of explanation. I had never anticipated applying Kantian philosophy to a DD post – thank you for the opportunity :-)

From a rationalist perspective, I was intrigued with the idea that for some at least, ABDL desires could potentially be satiated by some kind of sustained exposure therapy. For me it’s an attractive thought. The worst that could happen is that you get a long ABDL holiday and at best, you might painlessly re-join the vanilla world. The apparent reversal of incontinence seems a bit mysterious but if that “incontinence” is simply the product of patterned behaviour as opposed to some kind of underlying pathology (unknown here of course) then I guess anything else happening between your ears might influence it. I remember reading an article once about a bedwetting couple who were able to regain nocturnal continence after a startling therapy that involved them deliberately wetting the bed before retiring for some weeks. The nub of it was that by bringing an unconscious behaviour into the conscious realm, they were able to take charge of it: Milton Erickson if you want to google it. A key difference here was that they WANTED to resolve their situation (although if you read between the lines on the account of the matter, this is far from 100% certain).

Where do you find this in Australia if I can ask?

I have mixed feelings on this. Pants wetting is ok while you’re doing it but you’re unlikely to see me wandering about in a wet pair of jeans afterwards whereas I prefer my nappies wet and changing them is governed by leakage and/or the need to not be wearing nappies: little else. Bedwetting is like pants wetting. It can be fun for a short period of time but for me, it’s not a long haul play. Sleeping in a cool, wet bed for me is near impossible: I’ve tried. Sleeping in a wet nappy is lovely. My partner used to participate with me in that kind of thing because the absence of nappies made the progression to sex fairly quick whereas nappies I would be disinclined to remove. Also, a part of the “nappy” thing is the secret naughtiness. You are all dry on the outside and only you know that you’ve done a secret wee in your pants. That kind of goes away in a pants-wetting scenario. Also, if my nappies leak - I need to deal with this. I'm intolerant of leaking nappies.

Like so many others, I can start to recall wanting nappies at around the same time the fog of infantile amnesia started to clear: age 2 - 4. For the most part, brief, autobiographical images: kneeling on my bed deliberately wetting my thick tartan pants, playing "babies" by wetting my swimming trunks outside, envying a nappy-clad sibling. I guess that makes me a native-born ABDL. I'd be interested to understand if this is innate or conditioned and how. From a lay-persons perspective, the very early manifestation of this behaviour (and it's frequently merely co-incidental relationship with sexual drive) make it hard to see this as a "fetish" as I understand that to be.

I'd be fascinated to hear how you've gone with THAT marital negotiation? Anyway, to answer your question (as a side-sleeper but merely intermittent overnight nappy wearer): for me it's cloth or washing the sheets. The solution that soggy bottom boy highlighted (terry-lined waterproof pants over a disposable) has also worked for me but I found it less reliable than simply wearing a thick cloth nappy (Babykins pull-ups with twin layer terry booster pants) and also somewhat the worst of both world (throwing out disposables AND washing wet terry pants). I once had the opportunity of spending two months wearing every night when I was away from my wife for work reasons. Towards the end, I had one or two incidents whereby I dreamed my way through nocturnal urination. It seemed to me that the risk of becoming a bedwetter via habituation is quite real so you might need to plan for that too.

The black comedy in some of those Wikihow articles is truly sublime. I'm feeling inspired to write some myself.

When I was younger, I’d spend any prolonged nappy time wildly excited and then get sick of dealing with washing and leaks by day 2 and take them off. As I’ve aged, my interest in prolonged nappy wearing has continued to intensify whilst any sexual overtones have faded into the background. On the flip side of the relationship, my partner’s apparent enthusiasm has faded to a reluctant and limited tolerance. How ironical. The longest *continuous* period of nappy wearing recently I have had has been 7 days; a period governed by the duration of my wife’s absence. The 7 days flew by quickly and my only thoughts at the end were ones of regret and to make sure that the laundry and state of the house would not be a cause of concern. Now I find myself thinking about wearing nappies 24x7 a lot and being frustrated because I am not wearing them. I’m not sure if I’d really want to wear 24x7 or not but I’d really like the opportunity to find out. For now, I will experience this by proxy only and so am keenly interested in these sagas.

I'm envious that you've been able to experiment with this! Do you have a partner and if so, how did you negotiate permission to do this? I'm long-time married and as much as I'd love to try this (if only for a while), there would be marital strife aplenty :-(

Unfortunately the “nanny-state” mentality is firmly in power here in Australia too and before too many AB’s get excited, this is not the sort of nanny that you’d want changing your diaper. Australia has had a couple of swipes at internet censorship. A full-on Orwellian Government internet censorship program (that China would have been proud of!) proposed back in 2008 failed to get across the line when, in a vanishingly rare moment, the lost and enfeebled Australian conservative party remembered something it once stood for and opposed it. Still, a series of backdoor regulatory amendments and tweaks sneaked through and the Australian Federal Police now have the capacity to enforce Australian ISP to meet their “obligation under Australian law”, whatever that might be deemed to be on the day. It’s just that most of the action has been around kiddie sites (fair enough – that’s a crime with a victim) and copyright infringement (hilariously easy to bypass if you want). Shutting down a site like DD however (at least for those who don’t know how to use a proxy) is only one hysterical headline away in the land downunder. I am firmly of the opinion that within the constraints of not hurting another, people should be left to make their own choices. Furthermore, I believe that Government over-protecting citizens with regulatory over-reach, those citizens become infantilised (again, not in a good way) and perpetuate a kind of "idiot-ocracy". Regrettably, there isn’t an electoral offer on the table within my country that is interested in winding back the ballooning “for your own good” regime here.

35 years as an active DL has certainly seem some progression. I can wet anywhere and anytime (standing, sitting, laying down, walking, driving). I can mess anywhere and anytime. I can sleep soundly like a baby (utterly unbothered if my diaper is wet and/or wet and messy) At night if diapered I will wake up and wet then have a moment of panic when I realise I *think* I am diapered but I haven’t actually checked. Diapers are more about comfort than sex and I have no desire to take them off after sex My bladder cruise range is nowhere near what it once was and a diaper can be a godsend Unfortunately, as good as I’ve gotten at being a DL, my partner’s tolerance has faded. I have a deep longing to experiment with some 24x7 but I just can't see it happening without a catastrophic effect on a marriage.

I don’t and it’s becoming a source of increasing bitterness for me. I wear maybe one night a week and the following day I’ll wear whilst working from home. A few weeks ago, it was just my wife the next evening and I so towards the end of my work-from-home day, I just changed my nappy for another and when she got home, I was still diapered. She made her annoyance very clear. I held my ground and didn’t change until the next morning. This weekend I’m on my own so I’ve been diapered since Thursday but that’s rare. It seems to me like there’s some kind of showdown coming on this topic.

Catch the number 42 bus to the Horse head nebula and ask the Dugong on the uni-cycle. What do fish dream of?

Towards the end of a two month stint of wearing nappies every night I had a couple of wettings that happened whilst I was asleep but it wasn’t like your experience. Firstly, I was wet to begin with and my brain knew that – it was “ok” to go because I had already peed. Secondly, the wetting incidents occurred with highly vivid “I need to pee/I’m peeing” dreams. It was usually a cycle of needing to pee, constantly finding somewhere to pee but there being curiously no relief and needing to pee again. Eventually, there would be a particularly intense “relief” wee quickly followed by waking up in much wetter pants. I’m told by others that this is kind of a first stage in re-learned bedwetting and if I’d let things go on, I would have drifted into completely unconscious nocturnal enuresis and woken up wondering who had peed in my pants. My solo trip ended and nightly diapers stopped.

I’m well-habituated to sleeping in wet nappies and my partner tolerates this. When she is away however, I will often sleep in dirty nappies as well. This is rare for me and I often experience vivid “nappy dreams” when doing this. The other night was such an occasion. I was in a pinned, kite-folded 60” x 60” terry and after clambering into bed a little wet, I had a MAJOR poop in them laying on my back along with a long wee. I could feel my crotch warm and wet but also, a warm sticky pudding in the seat of my nappy pushing up into my perineum and crotch and I fell asleep. Sometime in the early hours, the bizarre dreams became memorable. I dreamed that I was staying at somebody’s house, trying to surreptitiously deal with the abundantly filled diaper I was (as in real, waking life) wearing. I was just in a shirt, diaper and plastic pants so my nappies were clearly visible to all. Poop was leaking out my plastic pant leggings and it was on the floor and my hands as I tried to limit damage. It was falling out everywhere. Somehow, the sink was filled with poop but I thought I could hide this evidence too, unsuccessfully trying to wash it down the plug hole. Although I was in a room of my own during this dilemma, there seemed to be an endless array of open doors through which the female house owner would miraculously appear each time I got close to removing my poopy pants and I would swiftly abandon the effort imaging that she had noticed neither my nappies nor the state of them. At some point I sat down on a toilet (still wearing my nappies) that was in an en-suite to my room and a sizable quantity of poo was squeezed out the leggings elastic at my thighs and fell into the toilet. Again, the householder appeared but I thought I’d unloaded enough out of my nappy to avert further disaster for a while, I got up and walked away still in them. Suddenly I was arriving at a busy multi-story car park near a Toronto shopping centre with my wife. I was still in that loaded nappy. I don’t know why I knew I was in Toronto (I live in Australia!) and the shopping centre did not resemble any of the limited range of Toronto malls I have seen but that’s dreams for you. I’d parked my car (also all the way from Australia – must have been one hell of a drive!) in an impossibly enormous sea of vehicles and made my way to the lifts with her. I really wanted to clean myself up but that wasn’t an option for me: it was shopping time! Then things immediately fast-forwarded. Remembering nothing of the shopping I was back near the car park staring at a map that was impenetrable gibberish for me, acutely aware that I was still wearing a very smelly nappy. I could feel it and I could smell it. We couldn’t find the car park and somehow, we ended up getting onto some kind of trolley bus that would allegedly take us to it. Unlike a real-world bus, this one had a range of people seated around a table in the centre and I took my place, very conscious of my nappied-state and that I smelt bad. Somehow the trolley bus stops got further and further from where I thought the car was parked until eventually, my wife (talking to one of the other strangers seated at the table) realised that the bus was on a loop and we were about to get back to our starting point. Getting off the bus, relieved to be away from the public I waddled into the car park and immediately could not find my car. Despite a complex, colour coded path on a printed guide, I arrived at the indicated group of parking bays to not find my vehicle there. By this point, I was totally exasperated. My shit-filled nappy had to be offensive to everybody, I was sick of the continual embarrassment and the vehicle search part of this dream had just gone on for far too long in my opinion and so, in some bizarre waking-moment, I just decided that I’d had enough and that my car would be in the next group of bays: and so it was. Upon sighting the registration plate of my own vehicle, I decided that this dream was over and woke up! I was laying on my back which was unusual as I am an inveterate side sleeper. My nappy was NOT leaking although it was very, very full and moving slightly, I felt its contents oozing up past my perineum to my scrotum. Relaxing, I added another long wee to it, warming my crotch. A sour smell pervaded the blankets and a tell-tale sunburn-style sensation on my buttocks warned of imminent nappy rash.

When my partner is away I will often mess my night nappy in bed (she wouldn’t appreciate this), sleep in it and change the next morning. I did that last night. I went to bed slightly wet around 10:30 and dirtied my diaper before going to sleep. It’s now 8:45am and I’m still in my wet and dirty terry nappies. I even messed them a little more after getting up. After 10 hours though, I can feel it’s time to change. My partner is away so I’ll be switching into some Babykins layers cloth pull-up diapers for day use.

These have been around for a while. Data availability is one of the three planks of security (the others being data confidentiality and data integrity). These devices threaten data availability and are therefore a security thing. There's a legitimate use for these things to be used by agencies and OEM in hardening their systems against this new threat vector. I'm not so anxious to see them banned. Human ingenuity is pretty good at misusing many kinds of otherwise-banal technology for the forces of not-niceness and once we start trying ban these types of thing, we're going to wind up playing whack-a-mole with all sorts of otherwise-useful things. If somebody finds a thumb drive on the ground and goes and sticks it in their machine, they're cruising for a Darwin award anyway. If an embedded machine in a public place is exposing a USB port, then we need to test and harden it. On an only-slightly-less scary scenario, not far from where I live there were a whole bunch of small thumb-drives randomly letter-boxed to people's houses. These things were loaded with some malware: a primitive form of marketing I guess.

Allow me to coin the term

This was always one of those scenarios that always sounded more fun than it turned out for me.

I'm a side sleeper and I know from bitter experience that peeing in any disposable whilst on my side is for me, an instant recipe for a massively wet bed which would annoy my partner and most likely kill my night's sleep.

Changed out of my (soaked) babykins pull on cloth night diapers a few hours ago and pinned on a 48" x 48" kite folded terry under Gary plastic pants.