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@MarkSmith is right. It's not what it looks like through hormone-fueled internet posts. It's not much of a marriage tonic. It hasn't done much for our sex life. At best, we have survived. Went into my marriage more than 30 years ago with her fully aware of my DL thing and actively participating. Back then I thought it was a fetish. Kids came along and slowly, although she never said “no”, somehow the nappy thing got pushed into a smaller and smaller corner of my life. Eventually, I realised that I was down to a single, grimly-tolerated “nappy night” per week alone, that she herself, would have nothing to do with. It was every Thursday. Like government-provided methadone to an addict, it was never enough. The less I was in nappies, the more I obsessed about being in them. There were other things going on in my life. I was in my 50s. My life wasn’t mine to live. I was killing myself providing for others. It was NEVER going to be mine to live. I’m not sure what depression is but I strongly suspect I had it. One Thursday, she was going the next day, straight from work to a concert with friends. She would be home late on Friday. I stayed in nappies Friday morning. Stayed in nappies the whole day. I was happier. Did my work, cooked the dinner, fed the kids, she saw the show. Eventually, I changed into a dry nappy and went to bed. I knew there would be trouble but I didn't care anymore. Around midnight, she got home, got into bed, and felt my nappy. She was furious. I wasn't mad. I was enlightened. The madder she got, the colder I got. It was like staring into the matrix and seeing the numbers instead of the scenery. I understood why she was doing this and it meant nothing to me. I’ll write a prequel one day, properly. Here’s the rest of it.

I remember dozing through a lecture about this at university a VERY long time ago... The lecturer was saying that there are as many IQ scores an individual can have as there are different IQ tests that individual takes. What we call "IQ" has many facets and there's a fair debate about what IQ even is. Many tests are biased toward particular capabilities. Some of the cruder ones I've seen on the internet have significant cultural bias or even conflate "trivial pursuit" general knowledge with intelligence. Maybe you just took a test that was biased away from your strengths. If you are interested, try taking a series of different tests and see if the results show any patterns or consistency. Assuming your location (Netherlands) reflects your heritage, you're using a language that's NOT your primary language and yet your post was coherent and you deployed commas with more skill than many who post here! You have some kind of IQ hiding there. I *do* know that academic ability and IQ are not correlated in both directions. Sure a high IQ is going to help a lot but am also acquainted with people that I believe to have very high IQ and yet they struggled at school. I can recall reading one academic opinion that suggested that original vocabulary along with original use of metaphors in language could be considered a "marker" for possible high IQ if you are reading posts ?

There’s a broad spectrum of human behaviour and I’m well aware that my circumstances may well not be your circumstances. But, I’ll put it out there anyway. When I was in my 20s, I too thought I had a “fetish”. The conflation of sex and diapers actually worked extremely well. A couple of decades later, when testosterone levels had dropped, I realised I probably did NOT have a fetish. I don’t think fetishes manifest in toddlers, motivate behaviours 24 hours per day, 7 days per week or unrelentingly persist outside the context of sexual arousal or activity. For me at least, this is more like a dysphoria the therapy for which is to be diapered. It does not stop, it does not fade, it must be dealt with as the alternative for me appeared to be elevating anxiety and ever-darkening depression. I’ve been 24/7 off and on for around 10 months now. One of my thoughts was that a bout of 24/7 might flood this out of me (@Little Christine's “implosion therapy”). So far that hasn’t occurred, I’ve probably just been a bit more relaxed. Maybe that will happen and that will be ok if it does. I’m not about to tell somebody to go 24/7, it’s less-than-convenient at times and you’ve got a lot of living in front of you that would be more easily done outside of diapers. Maybe you just need more time in them however. I’d be wary of the idea that you can ignore or expunge this though: you have to give it room, it's a part of you and it won't like being squashed into a small box.

I remember a Dr friend telling me a similar thing about my motorbike protective gear back when I used to commute on a bike. In a minor accident, you'll dodge skin grafts and infection, in a decent accident, the meat is all pre-bagged in kevlar for easy removal from the crash scene.

That about captures it really. However miserable, squalid and banal a monochromatic life in the suburbs might be, our bizarre psychological wiring fault means that our underwear can make us happier at considerably less social and economic cost than pharmaceuticals. I've discovered however there is one exception to this: going up onto a second story metal roof on a hot day to clean solar panels. Those nappies made a hot, damp, miserable and dangerous job even more so (well maybe not the danger bit). As I slipped and slithered about on a slightly soapy, wet, sloping metal surface 7 meters above a brick-lined driveway, it occurred to me what kind of note the coroner would make on my autopsy report with respect to my underwear choice that fateful day...

Earlier this week, I crossed the "6 month" line for being continuously diapered. Effectively, I have lived the life of a person with total urinary incontinence since the beginning of April. It’s been half a year since I’ve since my underwear didn't wind up wet, gotten up out of bed in the morning dry or left the toilet seat up. I’ve had leaks, smells, too much luggage, awkward moments and eventually, even nappy rash but I still don’t have the slightest enthusiasm to come out of diapers and I don’t even know where my underwear is anymore. On the domestic front, things are, well, average… It’s not bad, but it’s not great either. It’s hard to tell whether this is because of my decision to wear nappies or because of the menopause rampaging through my wife’s hormone balance, some other factors outside the two of us that have complicated family life, or some conflation of all of them. It isn’t discussed because I shut down discussion months ago. I did this because it wasn’t discussion anyway, it was just a one-way campaign from her that I thought was likely to kill our relationship as effectively as the nappies themselves ever could. When it comes to discovering why our partners love us, sometimes ignorance is bliss. Separation at our age would be socially and financially catastrophic and I suspect we’d both wind up lonely so my primary objective, was and is, that our relationship should survive this. So, what’s my body doing 6 months in to abandoning potty training? Let’s wash reality against the benchmark document here, the “12 month Diaper Training Program” and it’s 6 month milestones: Not much seems to be changing, you still seem like you have control over your bladder and bowels, and may even still wake up with the urge to pee, but things are changing! Well, in what my partner must regard as the smallest of mercies, I haven’t abandoned bowel control so I can’t comment on that. With respect to bladder control, I still think I am in charge but there have been some changes for sure and the bar has been lowered for “accidents”. I wake up and pee quite a few times most nights but I don’t remember it that well anymore. In certain, rare circumstances, I’ve wet myself in bed asleep and once or twice, I’ve gone a little bit in my nappy during the day without really meaning to but they were all isolated circumstances with considerable contributory negligence. My control does seem to fluctuate a little but it’s always there. Some days are “normal”, some days are a bit wobbly. My (isolated and rare) bedwetting seems a little ahead of the curve but that may be well to do with the fact that I’d been 24/7 for 2.5 months just before my 6 months or the fact that I’ve been a practicing DL for 4 decades. So, not incontinent although I suspect that if I came out of nappies, it’s possible, even likely that I might wet myself in an absent-minded moment because I’m so used to peeing whenever and wherever I am without stopping to think about what I’m wearing. Your bladder has shrunk to half its previous volume I didn’t measure it to begin with. Still, I suspect there has been shrinkage. A couple of times where I’ve forgotten to keep the “tap open” as it were, I’ve experienced pee urges quite disproportionate to the small amount of pee it seemed I had stored. One night recently, I woke up with a monumental pee urge (this still happens sometimes). The urge was so strong that I worried about flooding and leaking. I need not have. There really wasn’t that much pee. On those nights where I clearly remember, I generally wake and wet 2 – 4 times and wet. Prior to 24/7, I could get by with maybe just one pee overnight, sometimes none. · You may find that you pee almost every half hour. If you stopped wearing at this point, you would find that you have a severely diminished bladder size and urinary frequency. I don’t really know. I probably pee a little every 10 – 15 minutes if I’m thinking about it. If I forget to relax, it might be half an hour before I “notice” so I suppose that’s about right. I do suspect I have a high frequency/low volume pee habit but as I am in nappies all the time (and use them semi-automatically) it’s very hard to tell. So, what next? For now, I plan to carry on. 6 months has been an easy stretch. In December, it would have been 12 months since I first started ramping up to 24/7 and would mean that I’d spent 11 of the 12 months of 2019 diapered. That sounds like a plan. Oh yeah, I’m not supposed to have a plan. That way I can’t fail.

Shave down there and get used to that before you go away. It will help with smell, clean-up and rashes. Use desitin/sudocrem/whatever. I don't mess much but if you are doing that, it's a fast-track to skin breakdown. Nappy rash is much harder to remove when you are in nappies all the time so the trick is not to let it get started. At first I was good at this. Diaper range is increased because they respond well to high frequency/low volume voids. Funnily enough, after you get "used" to being diapered, you may find yourself forgetting to release and going back into storage mode which is a little frustrating. For 24/7 diaper use though, it's a pretty good practice to minimise leaks and maximise yield. If you are messy though, all bets are off. You need to change. For the sake of others around you and your skin integrity - especially if you are wet as well (which I expect you would be most of the time if you are in the "never hold" mode). I do. A decent premium diaper under some waterproof pants (insurance policy) will go the distance. I recently went around 8.5 hours up to Singapore in a BetterDry under Gary PUL pants. They were just fine. You tend to be a bit dehydrated on aircraft anyway. I changed at Changi airport for my onward flight. I've done the same on longer (15 hour) trans-pacific flights. Be aware of body scanners and the need to go through those dry. No. You will likely flood your diaper in such a scenario and as @MarkSmith has already said, that kind of thing is dragging non-consensual folk into your world. Not cool and made worse since you are borrowing other people's country. If you're inexperienced with 24/7, you'll most likely leak at some point anyway which may well be "exciting" enough for you if you're at the mall (or on the High St). Leaks when wearing 24/7 are like falling off bikes whilst learning - they will happen. After you've learnt, they STILL happen but not nearly as much.

I'm still 24/7 but have so far remained continent with the exception that very rarely, I might now wet my nappy whilst asleep. I don't think I have much of a bladder "cruise range" anymore either - a bit prone to urgency. I'm just letting whatever happens, happen... It's more that I have not specifically chosen to retain continence. I suspect it takes a long time, longer than the 12 month thing suggests.

This is rapidly turning into more of a novel than a post but maybe there is something in it that may be of use: Like yourself, I found an abyss of asymmetrical expectation in my marriage... It's something that I'm still trying to process mentally today.

It's funny how that happens to some. If I go back and read my own notes, I thought I might last a week or two, get bored and go back to normal underwear. That was back in December 2018. I've just never yet reached the point where the thought of stopping didn't bring with it a feeling of deep regret. Whilst even today, I'm refusing to turn this into some kind of mission with associated success or failure outcomes, it's starting to look like it would be some kind of external crisis that would throw me back out of nappies (with me wearing a sense of deep regret instead) rather than some change of preference. I don't see how people can pigeon hole this as one of the more left-field sexual fetishes. It's hardly sexual at all and even if it was, imagine practicing a fetish 24/7 for years at a time. That would have to get old. I think it's some kind of dysphoria.

Ok. That doesn't seem to be that much to ask for. It's remarkably similar to my own expectations except that I'm not expecting any diaper-pats or knowing winks. Nothing will be given and the most I can demand is that my underwear is ignored. I'd like the latitude to manage nappy changes & travel logistics without everything having to be completely out of her sight but I'm not pushing it. Perhaps time will blunt this edge. Perhaps time will cure me of the need to be diapered. I will take either scenario. So far, my preference for wearing nappies has not faded at all. In terms of my *continuous* 24/7 wearing, we are very, very close in time. I'm calculating that I went back into nappies on the evening of April 6th (Pacific Time - in LA) and landed (soggily) back in Brisbane early morning of April 8th so the date-line makes it confusing. Just prior to that though, I'd spend 2.5 months 24/7 and the whole descent into 24/7 started in December last year.

http://www.enzymewizard.com.au/products/urine-stain-odour-remover This stuff works... Like "How clean is my crime scene?" works... I can buy a 1 litre spray bottle retail in Australia for around A$30 so it isn't cheap but it IS effective. The website suggests that there are distributors for it in the USA. According to the FAQ, I don't need to rinse after spraying because it breaks down to inert substances. The enzyme reaction takes a little while to become effective. Don't expect to spray and sniff, give it a few hours. Pretty much the same here at this point. Should for some reason, I forget to relax (happens all the time annoyingly), I will now get a pee urge quickly that is out of proportion to the amount of pee stored. The other thing that I think I've mentioned before is the new "fast track" process between thinking about peeing and having wet pants. It's like a few steps in the process have been removed for my convenience. I woke up the other night busting for a wee and worried about flooding/leaking in bed. It was nothing... The other mystery is why some nights I will wake multiple times with mild urges, other nights wake just once with a large urge and on very rare nights, not wake at all until morning with a suspiciously-drenched nappy. My bladder behaviour is quite unpredictable lately. The wetting-whilst-awake thing was a bit weird and I'm still not entirely sure what happened there. It was more like I forgot to do something to stop myself rather than lost control. Sometimes I think that I'd wet my pants if I wasn't in nappies even today simply because at this point, I'd forget that I wasn't diapered, relax and the "insta-wet" thing would happen. I'm sure Pavlovian conditioning would swiftly sort that one out though.

As would most reasonable people. To me this looks like a problem silhouetted by the silence around it. I just wonder if a "push it until it breaks" regime of destructive testing is going to take you where you want to go. To me, that doesn't seem like an unreasonable line but I should warn you that I have sometimes been accused of having the emotional repertoire of a Dalek so maybe take that feedback with salt. I suppose it was a bit different for me. I didn't ask about her questions or concerns. There seemed little point. I didn't waste a lot of time trying to negotiate for approval or validation. I realised I'd never get that from her. The outcome I was looking for was to be given the tolerance, avoidance, just the "just ignore this" air-space to let me go back into nappies and scratch that itch to see if it stops. I didn't want compromise on that score even in the unlikely event it was offered and I considered that marriage counseling (not that it was ever mentioned) would inevitably finish up with an inadequate compromise upon which she would then promptly begin fresh efforts to erode. I figured that discreetly-hidden nappies under adult clothing was a lot less than some other ABDL were asking from their partners and a realisation that I was running out of life and possibly not being considered fairly fueled this fire. It's a limited kind of technical victory. And now, having taken Hamburger Hill, I must defend it. Have you figured out exactly what you want?

Ooh, there's a marketing opportunity. We could call them "6-feet-underpants" or "die-pers" ? I'm already thinking of the jingle. I think it's this really... It really does suck to hit this head on but I'm not sure you've really got the choice. They are. My wife will walk into a room, raise 6 blinds on 6 windows, leaving each blind at a different height to the other without a care in the world but then she'd rather stab her own eyes with a fork than see her husband change his nappy...

That really with the exception of applying creams after the first tapes: that's heretical talk that can get you burned at a stake :-) Cream goes before diaper to get to the bits the need it. As ppdude says, stretch it to get the guards to stand up. That's worth doing. Having those guards stuck to the diaper padding in the horizontal position is great for increasing chair humidity. I fold the whole diaper taco-style to take those bulges out a bit and create a kind of channel but that's just another way of skinning the same cat. I tried the whole fluffing thing. First up i wrecked a diaper the same way that guy did. Second, it seemed to make Molicare padding disintegrate in the diaper when wet even more quickly than it usually does :-( For a snug fit, change standing against a wall. It's taken me more than 50 years to clue in to THAT neat hack but it's awesome. I think the correct fit has a lot to do with leaks or lack thereof.

I guess I’m not there and I don’t know for sure but I’d find it hard to believe that this hasn’t caught her attention. Whether her neutral reaction is because it doesn’t faze her or because she simply doesn’t know how to react or her brain is so overwhelmed by this that it's called time-out ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somebody_else%27s_problem ), you'd be better placed to tell than me. So, this is obviously a bear you’re keen to poke. What are the plans for the major reaction scenarios that the thusly poked bear may impose upon you?

It's really a practice thing. I can remember back in my 20s being too turned on to sleep if I was in a nappy. THAT fades away. Going 24/7 took it up to the next notch. There are quite a few mornings now where I'm woken by the clock radio instead of already being awake, trying to pretend I don't need to get up for a pee. Quite a few times now I've awoken the next morning to discover I have an empty bladder and a wet nappy and no recollection of doing it. Either I've reverted to bedwetting or I'm just not waking up enough to remember doing it during the night. So if you are like me and stick with this, sleep actually gets better diapered.

I had a vaguely disturbing diaper dream a few nights ago. In it, I was walking down a footpath (sidewalk) on some random voyage through a suburb and I was NOT diapered. The reason I wasn't wearing my nappy was because I simply didn't wear nappies anymore. It was something that I *used* to do but don't do now. In my dream state I was depressed and resigned about this, wondering if, how and when I could possibly go back into nappies. It wasn't a nightmare but it was a miserable dream, themed in mute unhappiness and thwarted desire. As a small consolation, when I woke up, my night nappy was completely drenched and I could not remember drenching it. I've been wearing nappies 24/7 on and off for about 9 months and continuously for the last 6.

There was a thread on this quite recently: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/68963-a-permanent-baby/ I'm a bit hard line on this one: it's ALWAYS the responsibility of the ABDL to own their situation. If they have a partner who can and wants to help out then great but even then, walking away from adulthood 24/7 is far from fair on the remaining partner who then must carry the load.

Not one, but THREE newish things happened this week. It would have been nice if they’d waited a few days to neatly occur at my 6-month milestone but it seems life isn’t that neat and I’ll have to write about something boring when that occurs. Accidents: By default, Fridays are a “work from home” day and accordingly, I usually spend Thursday evening through to Saturday in cloth nappies. I’d changed out of a drenched Babykins night diaper into a folded & pinned terry/plastic pant combo first thing in the morning and gone pretty much straight into a series of work-related phone calls. Some of these calls were tricky, requiring my concentration and something-resembling-diplomacy (not always my strong point) and so annoyingly, my bladder had done its usual thing and clenched shut because my brain was busy. Around 45 minutes later, I was done with that first round of calls and, still dry, realised that I needed to go rinse and soak my night diapers that I’d left laying malodourously in the shower recess. Standing to leave my study, I felt a need to pee but for some reason, didn’t immediately do so, instead walking to retrieve my wet nappies from the en-suite and taking them to the laundry. Dumping them in the laundry tub, I turned on the tap to fill it with rinse water. My need to pee rose swiftly at the sound of running water but before I could even think about it, I started to wet myself standing at the sink. The urge wasn’t even that strong but the wetting happened instantly and seemingly, unbidden by me. I just happened. I was so surprised that I instinctively clamped off the flow (that muscle STILL works, albeit somewhat slowly). I don’t why I did that – I was quite suitably attired for this eventuality so I relaxed again and finished my pee. There really wasn’t that much and the front of my nappy was no more than a bit damp afterwards. I suspect my bladder has shrunk quite a bit. This has been the first evidence of (minor) daytime incontinence in my 173 days to-date of consecutive, permanent nappy use. Dreams: The other interesting thing happened a few nights ago. My “nappy dreams” have largely tapered off of late but a few nights ago I had one. Its theme was quite different from the previous clichés and it was vaguely depressing. In it, I was simply walking down a footpath somewhere and I was NOT wearing a nappy and that was because, I didn't wear nappies anymore. It was something I *used* to do. My mental state in this dream was one of subdued regret and wondering, if and when, I’d be able to back into nappies. It was a kind of unhappy resignation. I’ve had these kinds of dreams before but they’ve always been to do with houses. In them, I find myself relocating back to a house I owned once before in a different city. Invariably, I’m unhappy about being back in that city. I dislike cold weather and I’m staring out a window at a sky piled up with damp grey clouds and wondering if and how I will ever get back to my beloved sub-tropical climate. It's about the loss of something I'd achieved that I valued. When I woke up the next morning, my night Molicare was completely drenched and weighed a ton. A little had even leaked out the legging, wetting the terry lining of my lined waterproofs. I could dimly recall waking and wetting a bit around 2am but I would have said that it would not have been that much. This happens periodically every week or two now. I don’t know if I’m simply not remembering that I woke up to wet or that I’m wetting in my sleep. Air quality: I’ve invested in an enzymatic spray-on urine cleaner. This was primarily to deal with the used-nappy bin in my study that despite the use of regularly-replaced plastic bin liners, breathed foully when opened with a stench that seems to have, in defiance of all laws of chemistry, permeated the stainless-steel lining. Now the bin smells vaguely of vanilla beans and deception. Nevertheless, it’s changed my life, at least in my study. On a whim, I squirted it on some plastic pants that are a bit old and smelly. If it works then great, if it doesn’t then ok, if it destroys the pants, those pants can go lurk in the vanilla-and-deception-smelling bin until they learn the error of their ways. Oh, my rash is still visible but it seems to be on the way out.

As per Newbee, I find them (the blue coloured Molicare Slip Maxi) freely available here in Australia. I order them from Independence Australia on-line. The only thing is that the price difference between them and the more absorbent, Molicare premium plus is minuscule, only $A1.50 per packet (about US$0.0005 the way things are headed with our exchange rate!). Although not plastic-backed, the Maxi Plus is more absorbent and more robust. I find myself drifting slowly toward the Maxi Plus these days. My monthly order is now 3 x packs of each (I have a BetterDry for day use).

Thank you for the feedback! This thread has been running a while now and whilst I don’t want to be one of those sad types whose only form of self-validation is social-media likes, I was starting to wonder a while back if things had “jumped the shark” so to speak and I should let it die. The “read” count seems quite high on this but for a fair bit, it was just me sermonising to myself. A bit of response here and there convinces me that it’s worth plugging on documenting. My own wife also massively disapproves for entirely egocentric reasons earlier shared and still today, whilst she knows that wearing makes me happier, she would simply prefer me to do what SHE wants and be less happy. If that sounds harsh on her part, consider my own harshness. I’ve stopped caring about her massive disapproval (at least superficially, really I *do* care a bit). We are where we are because I told her that it wasn't negotiable and she has chosen to continue the relationship. I made it clear that her choice was to accept or to discontinue the relationship and that I would work with her positively in either scenario. Normal marital squabbles are about things like why she broke the refrigerator shelf again by trying to force a frozen turkey into an ice tray or why I didn't guess that she I was supposed to buy her dinner because it was the 57th week anniversary of her aunt's hysterectomy. There is in fact deep within me, a white hot molten core of anger about how I squandered so much of my life pursuing somebody else's dreams that will either cool over time, or explode. I'm aiming for the former. Anyway, that stuff isn't amusing, isn't fun and I haven't said too much about it. I guess if it were one of "those" blogs, it would transpire that there was in fact, a nubile, available and attractive ABDL in my own very corporate park and we would discover each other and sail off into a sexually-charged, nappy-clad sunset to live happily ever after. Oh yeah, this is reality... Marital infidelity just isn't in my DNA but anyway at this point, the overwhelmingly mundane evidence is that those nappies were MY nappies: ones that I'd incorrectly imagined I'd discarded thoughtfully a month earlier. Reasons: At a glance, I believe they were BetterDry nappies, a brand that I use during the day and NOT a brand that is readily available on the Australian market outside a very limited ABDL channel (presumably because they work, thus failing the test for medical grade adult nappies). Olfactory evidence suggested that these nappies were wet and OLD After the nappy bin was (eventually) emptied, NO more nappies appeared until I caved and gave it some (they are still there, 1 week and counting). Yes, it seems that having been removed from the hygiene-bins-that-really-weren’t, my dead and decomposing wet nappies hung around, getting dragged from place to place like some scene out of “Weekend at Bernie’s” to reappear in a different bin in a different room some weeks later. I suspect, the subject of a left-field dispute between a hapless gym, a cheap-skate building manager and some intransigent cleaners. I truly thought that this was a harmless and responsible way of disposal. I’ve I’d had ANY clue that this bizarre stand-off would have ensued, I would have avoided causing it. The only outlier is the nappies in the still-too-small hygiene bin in the disabled toilet. They were NOT mine and could be anybody's. I don't even know if they were adult nappies as I didn't examine them: too weird.

So, nobody noticed the “Mystery of the curiously absorbent man” then? Fortunately, my kids are past the point whereby I’m inflicted with days of interminable lining up outside in the heat for brief bouts of inconvenience, discomfort and unplanned saturation. Additionally, I’ve carefully cultivated a persona of casual kid-indifference that makes me an unlikely invitee for another family considering guests to include on an amusement park jaunt. There’s always that frisson of danger that I’d damage one of their spawn by sending them on an age-inappropriate activity, lose another in the carpark or get bored and/or buy the remaining one a beer to see what happened. I guess I’m somewhat out-of-touch with my AB side of things. I was however considerably amused by this scenario (naturally of course, only after overcoming with some difficulty, being considerably empathetic to your predicament). It’s exactly this kind of un-anticipatable twist of events that makes a ludicrous proposition even more difficult than it already is. Oh, for a simple fishnet-stocking fetish…

There was some method in my madness, I was aware that the "rash" was most likely a minor friction injury that I'd stupidly made 10 times worse with depilatory cream and a really good scrape. I figured that the compromised skin could quickly go fungal as it was at ground-zero in my nappy zone. The point of the alcohol was that it's a quick-and-brutal anti-fungal. It won't penetrate the skin (where I understand a proper yeast rash would be running) but this was more of a prophylactic mechanism to deny any Candida floating about the opportunity of getting inside for a party. I knew it would sting a bit but I'd just massively underestimated how much that was going to #$@%ing hurt!! The Veet itself, apart from the obvious RTFM-error on behalf of its user, was effective. Erring on the side of caution, I'd bought the variant for "sensitive skin". I stand in awe (sitting being less comfortable right now) at what the formulation for "insensitive skin" must be like. Anyway, things are looking a bit better down there today. It's still red and raw but it hurts a lot less and my body seems to be repairing the breach. I'm just using sudocrem (Zinc Oxide) on it for now. I don't think that a wet nappy has really ever given me any bacterial/fungal problems (a dirty nappy is a different proposition but they are rare for me these days). The near misses I've had have been all about friction. You really can't believe the pictures on those ads though - bicycling through the Cotswolds in a wet adult nappy is a recipe for disaster.

My experience was similarly that the older I got, the more obsessive and consuming my thoughts were about being diapered. About 8 months ago I went 24/7. One of the possibilities I countenanced was that I'd somehow, satiate the desire and "cure" myself. So for that hasn't happened but 24/7 has "turned down the volume" a fair bit on the mental diaper-track that was always playing in my head. I still think about them, but more practically than obsessively these days. I don't wish I'd done it earlier though, I wish I'd done it later. It's a bit inconvenient at times in my stage of life (career, travel, kids still around). No, that's not a long post... THIS is a long post ?