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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.

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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.

In addition to sanitation, temperature control is important.

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I'm perfectly happy to be out in my terry nappies and plastic pants but I dress in such a way as they would not be obvious.

You are a package deal and your ABDL elements are an inextricable part of that package. That doesn

A couple of months back I ordered some KINS Double Layer Terry Pull-On Pant 100% Cotton Adult Diaper 20850. Unexpectedly, what turned up was indeed double layer terry pants but they were sewn into a waterproof vinyl pant.

There is always the possibility of reverse causality. Your friend may know or suspect that you are a DL and be trying to tempt you into confirming this.

My partner (who tolerates within limits), family and work could not withstand 24x7 diaper wearing.

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Like many others I suspect, I think a lot about 24x7 diapering.

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"Her name is Incontinentia.