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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.

This is indeed a dilemma. Firstly, let me say that I’m 100% opposed to forced-sharing of hotel rooms regardless of diapers. I’ve been placed in this position before but this has been due to penny pinching by an employer for work travel. In addition to the complete trampling of any personal space in the pursuit of corporate economy, for the last few years, I’ve had to sleep with a CPAP machine. On one memorable trip, I discovered a “surprise” hotel room sharing arrangement pretty much upon check-in. My colleague was clearly discomforted by my machine and I was both embarrassed and discomforted myself. As was my habit, I blamed myself. This was wrong. On the “awkward” scale, I’d rate a CPAP as a “3” and that’s probably a lower rating than a cycle of terrible snorking noises followed by prolonged respiration-free silences and then gasping repeating all night would get you. An adult diaper is definitely an “11”. Now that I’ve reached my “mad as hell and not going to take it any more” phase of life, I have resolved to stand my ground – as long as I know in advance I will flat out refuse shared hotel rooms. It's only come close once and they backed off when i announced "no dice"… I guess it’s slightly different in your situation as it is a recreational trip and the pursuit of economy was to yield shared benefit, not indulge corporate greed. I still think it was a little presumptive though. I think the appropriate thing to have happened here was for the organiser to float this idea and assuming anybody even wanted shared rooms, still allow for people to have their own rooms for a financial premium reflective of the incremental cost. I guess that’s all in retrospect here. I hope you have capaciously concealing pyjamas and a stealth locker in your luggage. At this point, I would not trust myself for a nappy-free night on an unprotected bed.

I have a fetlife account. I got it years ago because a DL down here with whom I corresponded recommended it. The forum we were using back in the day (wetset) was falling apart and he considered Fetlife a safe haven. I don't think I even knew about DD then (assuming it was around). My thoughts on Fetlife? I get the impression that it's slicker, more commercialised and more orientated toward the sexual side of kink. It's also a very broad church including kink that is practically mainstream - choose your groups wisely. It may be a little more judgemental and a little less moderated. It certainly isn't as smalltown - USA "nice" as DD. On the upside, it has scale, there are a gazillion highly local groups and that specialisation can help a lot with meet-ups etc. I put a lot of pictures on Fetlife because you can and for some weird reason, I thought I should. I could take them down I guess. I think Fetlife is a very visual media. A lot of it is orientated around pictures whereas I am more interested in words. I also put some of my writing there, buried away under my profile. A simple history lesson on how this started for me is one of the posts that has attracted a lot of attention there. I think for the more reflective side of things and more verticalised specialty, DD probably wins but an FL account may still be of use for you in local networking and won't cost you anything. For simplicity's sake, I use the same lame nick on FL as I do on DD so you won't need to look hard ?

Good luck with this. My wife isn't too keen on my cloth diapers because of the visual bulk (less of a problem in bed), the laundry (although I take care of this) and, the smell :-( I've managed to reign in the early "strong smell" issues that arose with their much higher usage frequency under 24/7 via strip-washing and a more thorough soak/wash cycle but at the end of the day, cloth diapers don't have odor control and even when laundered thoroughly and correctly, there is a faint "pee diaper" smell from under the covers when I wake in them. All my nappy gear is neutral, devoid of patterns or motifs. Fortunately, my AB aspect is sufficiently muted for this to be unimportant to me but I'm well aware my wife simply could not handle a pink nappy even if I did yearn for one...

I too went through a stage of having "pee dreams". I had anticipated that these might become more frequent or even default but in fact, they melted away but that wasn't because I was serially bedwetting. The possible-bedwetting incidents are quite isolated, weeks apart. There are probably more frequent incidents of me waking up to find myself wetter than I think I should be. That is a more common scenario but it's impossible to deduce exactly if sleep wetting occurred. It's been months since I had a "pee dream" I think. The couple of times I have woken inexplicably wet, I've been unable to recall any dreams. There doesn't seem to be much of a pattern either. Saturday night I went to bed and the next thing I know, it was Sunday morning and I was wet. Sunday night I went to bed and I can clearly remember stirring three or four times during the night and wetting myself a little each time. I've never experienced involuntary wetting on wakening. I don't need to pee on wakening but I think that's because I've periodically gone through the night and my bladder is fairly empty.

I woke up early this Sunday morning to again find my night nappy thoroughly wet with me having absolutely zero recollection of having wet it. I’ve no idea if I wet whilst asleep or, stirred to do it during the night but woke insufficiently to actually create any memory of it. I suspect the latter but I’ve no evidence one way or the other. This has happened a handful of times now. Bedwetting was never a particular goal although I was well aware it was on the cards. This experience would seem to contradict a lot of anecdotal evidence that daytime incontinence is the antecedent behaviour to unconscious night wetting. The bottom line (no pun intended) is the same: I awake with an empty or near-empty bladder and can just drift off back to sleep for my Sunday lie-in without waking myself properly by getting up. On the down side, I find the sensation of wetting to be vaguely pleasant and of course in this scenario, I missed it.

Nobody chooses this. Sorry it chose you. I'm sorry it chose me but that doesn't change a thing. It doesn't go away so you're going to have to somehow make a pact with this. The only upside is that there is an abundance of examples to suggest that you CAN make some pact with this and live with it. The first trick is to forgive yourself (this is NOT your fault anyway) and having done that, move on to creating a framework you can live with to have this in you life: it isn't going anywhere and it's NOT that bad.

Well, one daughter has already fled the nest but next daughter (19) so was woken by the explosion but chose not to leave the comfort of her boudoir because "if it was important, you would have knocked..." I've already had the "assume your parents have already succumbed to CO toxicity so you should save yourself" conversation upon previous (false) household fire alarms but apparently there is no point in tweeting about those kind of conclusions so why bother... Yep. That is 100% true, it's a 10w LED CREE torch that has, on previous occasions, kept neighbors pinned to their walls in dazzled confusion until they've established their identities but if it HAD been a structure fire, i'd have been severely caught short in the underwear department at some later point...

Most of this week I spent interstate on another trip. The good news is that travel budgets are nearly exhausted at this point in our business year and I can see only two, perhaps three more domestic travel trips before 2019 is done. The dreaded “body scanners” are coming to Australian domestic airports. I’ve seen them. On arrival at my destination airport I had some time before meeting a colleague coming in from a different city. I wandered over to Terminal 4 to check out the new 3D x-ray and body-scanners that were being trialled there. Sure enough, massive, TSA-style lines with security staff cheerfully pulling around 25% of passengers for pat-downs and re-scans whilst other security staff shouted at the passengers still in lines as though this mess was all their fault: the future of Australian domestic aviation it seems. A handful of mad, blood-thirsty idiots besotted by an invisible friend inflicts misery and inconvenience (at varying severity) upon millions and for what... As a frequent flyer, this will be a serious challenge for me. Evidence has shown already that the “cranked up to max” scanners used by regulation-happy Australian authorities will detect even a dry nappy, pulling the hapless wearer in for screening. Upon arriving for my return flight, I’m wet as it’s the end of a day and I plan to change in the Qantas Club. Presumably this strategy will go out the window and I’ll face the dilemma of separating myself from colleagues for a pre-security-clearance nappy change at the airport, somehow, and then get groped anyway… Anyway, this trip itself went smoothly enough. I was reminded that paradoxically, an “XL” sized Gary waterproof PUL pant is more inclined to permit minor leaks around the leggings than a smaller “L” sized one. I suspect the smaller size does a better job of keeping my nappy pressed up against me thus minimising alternate exits for wee. As I had both sizes with me, I just switched and all was well. On the last night in the hotel, I managed a pretty good job of flooding my night Molicare and thoroughly dampening the terry lining of my waterproofs covering them (this is what happens when you spend the evening in a pub with another DD member drinking pints). I would have struggled to get them dry before another night without attracting hotel maid attention. Arriving home last night, I gratefully collapsed into bed for nearly 3 hours sleep before at 2am, an enormous “boom!” followed by the whiff of burning electrical componentry and a sudden loss of power had me leaping from the bed to assume familial command in an emergency. Running around the property with a high powered LED torch at night, looking for the electrical fire, shouting instructions back to a concerned wife, and then going outside to progressively isolate circuits, half trouble-shooting, half to defend electrical appliances against the mysterious brown-out, it was only later that I realised that I was doing all of this in a rather thick, wet cloth nappy that wasn’t particularly well concealed with a broad swathe of plastic pant visible above my pyjama shorts. Oh well. It was pretty dark. I figured out that the AC transformer on a power pole near our house had exploded, leaving the strong burning smell and about 80 volts of residual AC to make most appliances dark, others work erratically with that lighting that WAS still working, flickering alarmingly. I was able to eventually convince the electricity company that it was their infrastructure and not my house that was smouldering and at around 4am, we got a shiny new street transformer and our power back. It seems like they don’t have telemetry on their network down to a street level in my area. Of course, my usual body trick of “you’re up now so it’s wakey time” had kicked in and so that was it for Thursday’s night sleep.

I've noticed a similar phenomena with the "BetterDry". In more detail than I could, @Idzyhas pointed out that there isn't any obvious chemical heat source in dampening a disposable diaper. All i can see is endothermic (heat absorbing, aka "cool" stuff) through evaporation and maybe heat radiation (assuming it's colder outside your diaper than in which mercifully for most of us for most of the time, it is). In my case, I suspect it's just thick padding due to all that SAP and pulp in premium diapers. They swell when wet and remain reasonably tight against your skin providing an insulating layer and impeding evaporation from your skin surface. So, they feel warm in the way a coat feels warm, they are not really warm at all but more slowing your skin surface from cooling.

Another vote for 3. I will change into a (fairly long range) "day" nappy on getting up. Around 4-5pm I will change into a lighter "evening" one and just before bed, change into a night nappy. If I am wearing cloth, I can sometimes get away with just 2 because my cloth nappies are fairly heavy and can last a long time. On the flip side, they are bulky so I don't wear them out much at all. I should note that my nappies are wet only. If I was dealing with mess, I would most likely be using at least 4 per day.

Hope this works out well for you but if it hasn't metastasized anywhere else, things are strongly in your favour as I understand them. This is something I've thought about though. Prostate cancer killed my grandfather (late diagnosis) and my father has it (earlier diagnosis but not much is being done about it for him since it's a race between the cancer and geriatric inevitability). Genetically therefore, it's on the cards and it has occurred to me that as I'm presently using nappies 24/7, I might not notice any onset. Before going 24/7, I was experiencing escalating urgency but I think that was just down to a "mid 50s" thing. My GP runs a bunch of bloods including PSA annually. So far, PSA has been pretty quiet. My PSA even went DOWN at the last test and my GP was asking how I managed that (I didn't like to mention that I'd been 24/7 for a month when the blood was taken). Any insights as to what we should be clued in for (for those of us who aren't using bladder control anyway)? On a small upside, you are going to have a few months of clinically necessary nappies with no questions asked and hopefully, support. I hope the catheter doesn't annoy you. I've only ever had one for 2 days (and was bedridden for both of them) but it still drove me batty: the bladder spasms were relentless.

Mine definitely noticed that. There's only gym underwear these days and on the one week where I'd over-looked removing it from the gym bag I was promptly quizzed by her if my nappy thing was "getting even weirder" with me wearing them to gym as she'd seen zero underwear in the wash.

I get that but perception eats reality for breakfast with these kind of scenarios.

In bed at night, I'm usually wearing terry-lined vinyl waterproof pants over my night diaper and that "takes the hit". Similarly during the workday, I wear PUL waterproofs over my nappy for leak insurance. Still, my used nappy bin was developing an odour so powerful I was worried it would become self-aware and form plots against me. I found this: http://www.enzymewizard.com.au/products/urine-stain-odour-remover This. Stuff. Works... Like seriously... You can spray it on fabric, hard surfaces, whatever. It doesn't mask the smell, it chemically busts it down to something neutral. It takes a few hours to do its party trick. Oddly, it's Australian but I believe you can buy it in the US. Nullo is US and I *wish* you could buy it in Australia but it seems not ?

This week, a study of spousal disapproval in miniature: We’d just returned home early that evening having been out at an afternoon event for quite a few hours. There had been craft beer. Plenty of it. And an Uber to get us home. Consequentially I needed changing, reasonably urgently... I wasn’t leaking but nor was I about to sit down on any hard surfaces either. It was tacitly understood that I would “shower first” as she delicately put it. Suitably washed, dried, creamed, re-diapered and re-dressed I returned downstairs and commenced a search for cashew nuts and (more) alcohol whilst she went upstairs to shower herself. A few minutes later she was back, standing behind me whilst I surveyed what the refrigerator had to offer. “There’s a THING… On our en-suite sink… Can you deal with it? Please? Now?” she asked tremulously, looking up at me with an expression of horror. She used the word “thing” as if it were a rotting carcass held precariously at the end of a pair of tongs. Was it a large spider? (This has happened.) Was it a snake? (Yeah, this has happened too: life in the sub-tropics.) No. I’d left my wet Molicare, balled up neatly on the vanity counter top by accident. It didn’t smell, it was tightly wrapped to the degree that the casual observer might not even have realised what it was. The puzzle for me was why my minor, temporary and risk-free oversight would necessitate the abandonment of her shower in favour of an interventional decontamination mission. Would not a more normal response be one of exasperated annoyance, followed by (temporary) disregard whilst she showered and a request for me to clean up after myself later. Did she think she was going to contract nappy rash from it by being in the same room? I don’t even HAVE nappy rash (anymore at least, got that sorted). It was also unclear to me why she felt unable to identify the article using its precise name as opposed to the indefinite noun of “thing”. Nobody apart from her and I were in the entire house at the time. Maybe she thought our Google Home might be listening. Maybe this is a twist on Orwellian new-speak and by corrupting language, reality will somehow rearrange itself in alignment. Maybe it’s like “Harry Potter” and henceforth, instead of adult nappies, I should call them “Voldemorts”.

I’m always a little uncertain about the appropriate genre of response for these kinds of things. It just does seem even more off-the-wall than most of our antics already are to offer “Congratulations!” at what is, let’s face it, a symptom of atrophy or decline. So, “<insert such salutation as your feel appropriate>”! I crossed this tinged milestone myself a couple of months ago. Like yourself, liberal quantities of alcohol the night before seemed to have set the stage. Let's just say it was probably more than 3 pints... I was so “refreshed” that I forgot to wet myself after getting into bed before sliding into a deep sleep. Woke up the next morning and was puzzled at why my bladder seemed mostly empty. barely a trickle to be had. I got out of bed to get some coffee and as I padded down the hall, noticed that my nappy seemed remarkably heavy. I was drenched. It's hard to tell in modern disposables laying down, they can hide wetness but they can't hide gravity. I’d wondered how I would react if I encountered such a specific sign of dependency emerging after a prolonged period of nappy use. I’d half-imagined that I’d freak out and cancel the project. I didn’t. I was simply curious. There is a part of my brain that rationalises this along the lines that I probably DID wake up to use my diaper during the night but I just didn’t wake up enough to remember it in the morning. There's another part of my brain that says I'm just making excuses for myself and in fact, I simply wet the bed because I've gotten VERY used to not getting up to pee during the night and alcohol had provided enough fluid and enough sedation to push things over an edge. I wondered if this was some kind of tipping point and I was shortly about to commence greeting the dawn each day in a personal puddle I’d have no recollection of making. It seemed not to be the case. At best, it *may* have happened since but it’s been hard to tell as I’m usually a bit wet anyway when I fall asleep. There *does* seem to be a pattern of me waking up being far wetter than I think I should be a morning or two a week but it’s not certain. I guess I’ll just have to push on with the experiment to see if I can resolve this ambiguity one way or the other. I'd be interested to hear of like me, this remains a highly isolated occurrence or you establish a new pattern quickly.

Yep. I'll admit I've let the odd dirty nappy happen when circumstances and privacy permit but full fecal incontinence? That's a game changer. More than one person has told me that it's at best "on the cards" too (but not automatically so some solace there)... So far, there is absolutely no evidence of this beyond a conflation of needs sometimes. If I really need to #2, it's very hard to #1 without #2 joining the party. Nullo seems to be unobtainium in Australia (presumably far too dangerous for the Australian Government to allow its citizens to play with) and even after that, there's the skin breakdown issues, infection (pee is technically clean!) and vastly more complicated changing logistics. I've been told that the trick to odour control is to control air exchange from within your nappy and the outside world. So, I'm either wearing a latex body wrap in a sub-tropical climate or getting around in a diver's dry suit with a peg on my nose. Just no...

Sigh... Yes, and at times past where I could realistically pull the "rookie" excuse too. I did it in the office (in a fairly minor way fortunately) a few weeks ago. I decided that I'd done a bad job putting on my BetterDry that morning and it felt suspiciously close to leaking at my right thigh front. So I "fixed" it. Yeah, I fixed it alright... Got to the gym later and undressed then thought "why is the bottom of my shirt front damp?". I had no choice but to wear it home. I had spare pants but no spare shirt.

I usually wear terry-lined waterproof pants. I find I have to. About one morning in three I will find that the toweling lining in my waterproof pants is a little damp, usually down between my legs but sometimes up at the waist band above my crotch. I am a side sleeper. If I fully wet on my side in disposables, my terry liner would be drenched I suspect. If I keep going on my current trajectory and resume bedwetting (it has happened once or twice already), I'm going to have to learn to sleep on my back or considerably re-engineer my bedtime protection. My cloth nappies are bullet-proof here but logistically, I can't wear them every night.