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So not quite 6 months in and I’m having my first tangle with rash. It was a bit of an “own goal” really. As a warning to others (which let’s face it could well be my primary purpose in life), here’s a brief text book case of how NOT to manage the skin in your diaper area. Firstly, go and do a 45-minute gym work-out in a slightly damp pull-up, spend 12 minutes on the cross trainer to really get that legging/inner-thigh friction thing happening. Secondly, go home and think to yourself, “Nah, I don’t want to shave down there, Newbie is right, Wife is still out, let’s give that ‘Veet’ brand depilatory cream I bought the other week a go”... Stripping off, the first thing I notice is that there is a curious thin stripe of redness right up in the skin fold between my perineum and front inner thigh that just a little bit tingly if I touch it. What ho! Let’s slather that, along with everything else down there in “Veet” for a bit and wait five minutes. Mmm… That’s even more tingly… Never mind, I can handle it. After the requisite 5 minutes (the last 60 seconds involving elevating warning signals from those red bits), I retrieve what looks like a spatula from the box and start scraping the skin surface, removing a foul-smelling chemical sludge that contained, amongst other things, pubic hair stubble. So far so good. Then I got to those red “difficult” bits. YOWSERS! That REALLY stings! Gingerly scraping, things felt a bit not quite right down there and with some shock, I saw some visual evidence that the top layer of skin was choosing to leave with the hair in preference of staying with me. I was losing a custody battle with my own epidermis. Abort the exercise for those bits. Rapidly scrape off hair elsewhere and bolt for the shower for the cool, comforting aqua relief of cold water. Lots of it. Sometime later, I emerge and carefully dab those bits dry. They now look angry, red and don’t really dry that well. Uh oh… Now would be a great moment for some “air out” time down there. I spend the next 20 minutes sitting on cloth nappy on a chair. Fortunately, nobody is home but that won’t last forever. I need to pee (having had to hold for almost 40 minutes by now, urgent urges are inevitable) and so that means I need to put a nappy back on. 24/7 is 24/7, for better or for worse. I decide to “treat” the area before it gets wet again. Staring into my “Breaking Bad” nappy-chemistry-stash, I’ve got Sudocrem (Zinc Oxide) but I use that every day. I’ll slather that on more thickly but then it occurred to me, if this is yeast related, Zinc Oxide will do little. I should zap the area with some precautionary treatment first. Allegedly, I have a reasonable IQ but it appears I’d given it the day off and was running in Homer Simpson mode. Isopropyl alcohol: yep, that will sort it… And so, I doused the compromised skin in my genital area liberally with it. For a second or two, nothing happened, as though my central nervous system was so shocked at the magnitude of this insult, it was too stunned to react. And then, I felt as I imagine Thomas Cranmer, the ex-Archbishop of Canterbury must have felt in 1556, tied to the stake on his execution pyre as the first flames of papal righteousness rose up under his robes to lap at his nether regions. @$# it hurt! And, it didn’t stop after a few seconds either (which is what I’d been hoping). It took some minutes of dancing around the en-suite, yelling the magic incantations (apparently Thomas Cranmer yelled “recantations” instead of “incantations” but that would have been a terrible pun) loudly to make the pain had subside to the point where I dared approach the area with sudocrem. I slathered myself liberally in it and gingerly pulled on the softest cloth nappy I could find. I waddled carefully downstairs. I cleaned it as best as I could and re-applied sudocrem at my morning change and now I’m using one of the strongest medicines known to the middle-aged male: ignoring it and hoping it will go away… I think it’s working. I’ll check carefully at my afternoon nappy change.

I laughed at that one. I've had nothing like that. I've never let it get there and I've no idea how long it would take or if I could hold it anyway. The resumption of "default to storage mode" is a bit annoying though. It's been that way for a while and I can't recall any sleep wetting recently. I guess it's a bit easier for me since I plainly told her I'd be wearing nappies 24/7 and I did so there can be no question. Of COURSE I've got a nappy on. Even if you can't see it. Once or twice if I'm cooking in the kitchen, she's pulled the back of my t-shirt down, presumably some plastic pant was showing and she's worried about the remaining-at-home kid seeing something (typically this has been with cloth diapers which are admittedly bulkier) but generally speaking, that kid stays out of the kitchen until food is actually served in case she is asked to do anything other than eat. Unfortunately, I can't confuse silence with acceptance. Silence was what I demanded as a bare minimum, along the lines of "if you can't think of anything nice to say..." So, silence is what I get. I don't poke that bear. I did get a mild spray the other day. She couldn't find the underwear from my gym clothes and said "I can't find your gym underwear or is your nappy thing just getting even weirder?". Just a little dig in case I might be getting too comfortable with her compliance. No, it was just black underwear in a black gym bag that failed the "shake bag contents into washing machine and then flee" maneuver and got stuck there. I have no idea why I take so much effort to relieve the chamber maids from disposing of my nappies but I still do, even more than 8 months later.

For a wet cloth diaper, my plastic pants are going to at least get a rinse in clean water and a chance to dry out. They will smell of pee otherwise which my partner would object to. After a couple of wet nappies, they go in the wash. For during the working week, I can wear my PUL plastic pants over my diaper for multiple days unless there is a major leak. I will wear different waterproofs (terry lined vinyl) at night in bed though. Again, they can handle multiple nights unless there's a major leak and they're done. A minor leak around the leggings I will live with as long as they don't smell.

You know if I was clinically incontinent, I reckon I would have had a go at them. As of right now though, this is basically a lifestyle choice so I'm going to opt for the lowest profile path aimed at inconveniencing nobody. As for the "progressive, nanny state" thing, you're absolutely correct in that but you've misunderstood the efficacy of that government zeitgeist in actually conferring any useful benefit. Nanny-stralia would more likely develop an Australian-specific standard of adult nappy, mandate it (making every adult diaper on the world market "illegal" here), appoint a huge government body to oversee it, and re-classify adult nappies as a "prescription only" medical device to make sure that as simple and stupid citizens, we don't hurt ourselves with them. Only this will ensure that Australian pay the highest prices in the Western world and sustain an enormous number of well paid public servants. Oh dear, I seem to have gone off into a rant again... If anybody downunder wants to start a local chapter of the "Boston Tea Party", I'm game...

I know a little bit about how large corporations tick. I know a reasonable amount about ABDL and for reasons outside the scope of present discussion, I’m learning a lot about TG as well. It’s true, whilst some misty-eyed marketing millennial may have some altruistic feelings on the whole “Pride” topic, the expenditure of resource and cash is driven by cold, hard ROI and the underlying sociological equation is ugly. Doesn’t change the fact that some good may come from that resource and cash. I’d take it anyway, do what you can with it. @Bettypoohdid however make what I thought was a really important point in the subsequent ABDL vs TG debate that I thought could do with amplification. I don’t know what, if any co-efficiency between ABDL and TG behaviours might exist but it doesn’t matter. We are both minority groups firmly in the “.alt” space, subject to social sanction but looking for tolerance. If we can’t tolerate each other, what hope have we got?

So here’s another fascinating postscript to the great “IMPORTANT NOTICE: PLEASE DO NOT PLACE ANY NAPPIES OR INCONTINENCE PANTS IN THESE BINS!” sign debacle in my gym of July 2019. After a number of weeks absence due to consecutive travel requirements, I re-visited my gym… I’m always amazed how it takes 3 months to build up to the point where a mild work-out doesn’t have you gasping for breath with dead relatives beckoning you from a white light near the ceiling but only 3 days to plunge straight back to “asphyxiating couch potato” but I digress… The first thing I noticed was that the gym bathrooms contain shiny new feminine hygiene bins from a different service provider. The second thing I noticed was that those ridiculous signs about nappies and incontinence pants were still stuck to the walls. The third thing I noticed when on the next day. I happened to be using the one bathroom equipped for disabled patrons (it’s still available for general use so don't judge me): a shiny new “nappy disposal unit” gleaming against the wall. Aww, was that for ME?? To my uneducated eye, it just looks like a flip-top bin with a sticker on top that says “nappy disposal unit” but I’m not a waste management professional so what would I know. If you have an FL account, here it is: https://fetlife.com/users/445082/pictures/86361647 Anyway, I briefly flipped the lid to take a look. This was SCIENCE, not even-weirder-kink. I needed to know if the bin opening was large enough to accommodate an adult size nappy or if, like the hygiene bins, it used as trapdoor type affair to protect users from the visual and olfactory horrors that may lie within forcing me to reverse extrude the used nappy back into it like some kind of bizarre backwards birthing process. It was however, a simple flip-top-lid which directly exposed the contents which were, (drum-roll) a couple of rolled up adult nappies. Huh? There was no way I was going to pull any of those things out of the bin for forensic examination but to my untrained eye, they looked suspiciously like BetterDry: the model of nappy that I wear to work. And they were rolled up and taped so neatly, just like somebody just-a-tiny-bit-OCD had done it. Somebody like me. The bin didn’t smell so good either with the lid open. It smelt like, history… Ewww… The thing is, I stopped dumping BetterDry in the gym bins back in mid-July when they put a sign up asking people not to. It seemed to be the least I could do. If those are my nappies (and let’s face it, Occam’s razor says they ARE), they were at least 6 weeks old festering *somewhere* and have been migrated from an old bin to a new bin. Double Ewww… At least they were only wet. For now, I’m continuing to NOT use that nappy bin and I’m just waiting to see if any more nappies get added to it (that definitely would NOT be mine) and nearly as importantly, how long it takes for it to get emptied.

I can recall wetting myself earlier today some during a 20 minute walk between my office and an appointment. It might be a function of protracted 24x7 wear but it isn't difficult for me and is actually a bit liberating. I've found that flow can be a bit episodic as you are walking, tending to stop and start a few times but eventually, the job gets done. I could see how concerns about leaking might be an inhibitor. As you are walking WHILE you are peeing, your pee does tend to move around a bit in the crotch of your nappy before being absorbed and you can feel some degree of sloshing about down there. There were no leaks though.

First thing today I had a medical appointment. This was part of an ongoing 5-year cycle of checks after a malignant melanoma last year (It’s ok, I spotted it, realised it looked bad, got it checked and excised well before it had the chance to spread). I have an impressive scar but I do NOT have chemotherapy. As a specialist skin check, there is no my way nappy would be overlooked and I just did not want that conversation, at least yet: especially since one of the nurses there has mutual friends. I know, they’re not supposed to share but I’ve learned a lot of news via nurse-net. The check was first thing in the morning so I got up, took off a rather soggy night nappy, had a good hot shower to get rid of any rash cream residue and found a pair of big boy’s underwear from the bottom of my nappy-hamper. What a strange feeling! My jeans felt “empty” and I’d have to say, I immediately noticed improved flexibility and lightness as I got into my car. I checked the front of my underwear a few times on the short drive/walk to the practitioner’s office but there were no unauthorised drips or dribbles. The skin cancer check was uneventful and as this is the second clear check in a row, I now don’t need another for a year. Poorer but happy, I got into my car around 60 minutes later for the 10-minute drive home. My underwear was still dry but I felt a moderate, rusty urge to pee, not more than an hour after I’d slowly drained every last drop into my night nappy. That’s how my bladder works these days. It could wait though. I drove back home to complete a work meeting from my home office (I would have been too late for it if I’d gone straight to the work office). I first went upstairs, decided that using the toilet would be cheating so put on my day nappy and immediately went in it a bit. Pulling on the rest of my “gear” (waterproof pants, compression stocking and dress pants) over my now-slightly-wet BetterDry, I felt normal again. As I keyed in next year’s check-up into my calendar (September 2020) I wondered: would I still be in nappies? If so, would I by then, be even ABLE to take them off for an hour or so and remain dry?

I did buy some of that a few years ago. I don't like the smell of it much. Also, I was a bit hesitant about where I used it. I tried it on my pubic hair (it kind of worked) but I didn't dare apply it to more sensitive areas. Isn't that a problem with that stuff? Doesn't it burn sensitive skin? Anyway, my partner found it and threw it out. She decided to "tidy" and threw out a bunch of my nappy stuff about a year ago: veet, rash cream, wipes and I think she might have pitched some of my PUL pants as well ? I was away for work. She didn't go as far as tossing the cloth nappies themselves though. At the time, I decided it wasn't worth the fight. I'm in a different head-space now though. I think she realises that and wouldn't dare try that again.

It seems people ARE still reading this thread and so I should update it. I’ve noticed a marked pattern with the blogging of these kind of ventures. They start in a blaze of typography and more often than not, go silent a few weeks later. In many cases I think this is due to operational reality crashing into misty-eyed fantasy and the would-be 24x7 wearer walks away from the wreckage sadder but wiser. For hard-core-cretin (such as myself) that *does* persist with this, blogging can still turn into a challenge because after the first month or two, not much happens! In the very early phase of 24x7, every day is an adventure containing many “firsts”. The minor physiological changes that occur as your body re-adapts to diapers seem quite obvious. We learn to carry out highly normal tasks wearing highly abnormal underwear. We learn about absorbency, leaks, smells, rashes, changing intervals and discretion. Friction points with others arise rapidly and frequently as everybody tries to negotiate a new and unusual normal. Let’s face it, it’s not your average kind of domestic adventure. But then, as experience and practice grow, things quieten down. Those “firsts” get fewer and further between, your body adapts, and nappies become normal. People talk about a “plateau” and it seems that’s where I’ve been for a few months now. Here’s what I’ve noticed at month 5 down the road of 24/7 diapering (month 7.5 if you count the bit before my 4 week break). I have developed something of a “John Wayne” stance these days and I wonder if my walking gait has also altered to reflect the fact that I am always padded between my legs. As far as I know, I don’t “waddle” but I’ve got “duck feet” and I sit with legs apart. This is mostly the case in my BetterDry “work” nappy which needs to be capacious, and worn for a long time until it’s very wet (so very bulky). Maybe this happened months ago and it’s taken me this long to work it out. The skin in my diaper area has become even tougher and leatherier but it’s also looking a little pale and blotchy. Whilst I’ve avoided nappy rash, recent long-haul travel and associated protracted wet-wearing has made for some tape injuries, spots and friction marks. It seems that close shaving is a recipe for ingrown hairs: I’ve had a few. I remain hairless down there but now (mis)use a beard trimmer. I will switch back to cloth nappies this weekend and see if I can recover some skin condition. There’s nothing to report on the spousal front because she’s getting quite good at ignoring the fact that I’m diapered: not received a single verbal reference (veiled or otherwise) in the last month. On the one hand this may seem cold but on the other, it’s all I’ve asked for. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to change me any time soon and I guess I don’t need that anyway. Sex is off the menu (tbh, I don’t miss it) and there’s been some moods but I honestly don’t know if that is me, the nappies or her own battle with menopause (which she doesn’t talk about): I haven’t liked to ask as that’s a bear I don’t want to poke. I’m still trying to work out if this cease-fire is the beginning of the end in terms of domestic nappy-wars or rather, the calm before some kind of storm. I suspect that bedwetting might be the next flash-point. It’s still highly intermittent but if I drink too much, I just might wet in my sleep now. If this trends upwards (whilst I’m not actively pursuing this as an objective, I’m clearly doing little to prevent it), I will test myself. I will wait for my spouse to go away for some nights on one of her girl’s weekend trips and do some nappy-free nocturnal continence testing. If it transpires that I wake up in wet bedding, I’m going to have to tell her. That will be big. You may not need the internet to hear about the ructions of THAT revelation. During the day at least, I am NOT incontinent. I’m still yet to experience ANY significant unauthorised daytime wetting. I say significant because there’s been a few drips and dribbles but I suspect those were related to incomplete pre-change voids, kinked urethras, gravity and a certain carelessness rather than any lapse in continence. I clearly have a smaller bladder and some urgency as demonstrated when I needed to delay wetting to deal with airport security. Do I have flashes of self-doubt (normality) where I stop and think “What the #$@! are you doing to yourself”? Yes… Is it enough to make me snap out of things and go find some of my long-lost adult underwear? Not yet… I’d probably just wet my pants anyway – not because I am incontinent but because after this long, I think I might forget that I wasn’t diapered at some point. The whole “stop and check” thing before urination is completely gone and although the decision to pee is still by choice, it is mentally “auto-approved”. Sometimes (only sometimes) when I decide to pee now, there is no sensation from my bladder, I just let go and feel wet warmth spreading. Six months continuous 24x7 seems quite achievable at this point. “Onwards and downwards”, as is less often said…

I'd suggest to keep your critical thinking hat on reading those books. It’s nice to have almost any kind of literature covering those most obscure topic that isn’t simply porn, but, they seem to converge upon a highly specific model of AB that may or may not align to your situation and present many things about that model as axiomatic and universal truths. I've been 24x7 for about 7.5 months in total this year. A part of my thinking when this started was that I might somehow saturate the desire and thus painlessly excise it. No sign of that so far but I'm a long way off 3 years. What happens, happens... Another part of my thinking was the emerging idea that this isn’t my FAULT and I should not have to drive myself into clinical depression by burying it for the convenience of others. If I'm happier in diapers, then diapers it is! If I could give myself advice for 20 years ago it would be "This won't fix. Stop tearing yourself up about this, stop trying to rationalise it, stop trying to hide from your spouse just how deep this rabbit hole goes and stop feeling guilty, you didn't choose this. You're just trying to deal with it." We can't choose the cards we're dealt but we can choose how to play them.

Mmm, I feel like some guy doing the late night shift on an obscure pirate radio station: is there actually anybody out there reading this or should I switch off the transmitter? I'm not looking for validation, more just to check that I'm not broadcasting into dead air.

For cloth diapers, there seems to be some kind of residue build-up. I've been able to recover them with a 5 minute boil. It's a bit medieval but doesn't seem to hurt the cloth and it DOES seem to work. Disclaimer: I can't be held responsible for any marital break-ups caused by boiling diapers in the kitchen.

A while back now, Sunday Aug 4 (night 119), I wet the bed. No doubt about it. Went to bed dry, woke up next morning with an empty bladder and a sopping nappy. No dreams, no nothing, but a bit of alcohol on board. Details on my main thread. It *might* have happened once or twice since but harder to spot since I was wet a little anyway when I fell asleep. Paradoxically, daytime continence seems to be fairly solid, I had to test it the other day dealing with some OS flights (had a nappy on but needed to keep it dry for security). There's urgency but that's all.

In this week’s installment, I complete my first ever international trip in nappies! I’d love to tell you just how the whole airport security body-scanner thing worked out but, on this trip, I repeatedly failed to use it. I tried. Outbound from Brisbane, I’d steeled myself to having my (dry) BetterDry nappy detected and getting a free grope from a hopefully-disinterested security agent but as luck would have it, the lines for the dreaded body scanner were massive and I got yanked out of line and diverted by staff through an old fashioned metal detector: nearly 2 hours of rusty continence wasted right there. I think I was at least damp by the time I’d walked through though. Several hours later at Singapore’s Changi airport, it was time for me to change flights but even more importantly, change nappies: my BetterDry had seen BetterDays. Wondering where the heck I was going to do this, I found in the bathroom at my terminal, two “change cubicles”. I think they meant “change clothes” rather than “change nappies” but whatever… It worked. The noise of the tapes ripping and the rustle of plastic pants could be heard all the way to the Malaysian border and yes, I just walked out of the cubicle with a balled-up nappy and nonchalantly dumped it in the trash. The closest shave was a colleague on the same flight who marvelled to me about my capacity to get through an 8.5 hour sector without having to visit the toilet… Umm, yeah… Let me tell you how THAT works… Again, security to the next flight was the old school metal detector so everybody was happy. Around 4 hours later again, I arrived at my Bangkok hotel in a soaked Molicare to discover an in-room waste basket the size of a tea cup and trash-can-free communal bathrooms in the main areas permanently staffed by polite-but-disturbingly-watchful security guards (plain clothed but they were pretty obvious and pretty everywhere). Sigh… Bangkok has had some “issues” and security is a thing. I can’t blame them. A quick step outside of the hotel offered no alternative solutions. It seems that public trash cans aren’t really a thing in Thailand. The general practice with respect to rubbish seems to involve piling it up (sometimes in bags, sometimes not) against lamp-posts: a practice that as a foreigner, I thought would be rather rude of me to emulate. The shopping mall next to the hotel DID have one or two trash receptacles but these were not only tiny, but transparent Perspex boxes lined with a clear polyethylene bag in brightly lit, high traffic locations within line of sight of the security guards manning the metal detectors (they didn't do anything) at the doors. I guess this was to close of the chance of terrorists concealing devices in such bins but for my part, I wanted to dispose of my nappies, not install them into some kind of illuminated display case! The answer proved to be a hotel “disabled toilet” down near the meeting rooms on the ‘ballroom” floors. It too, had a tea-cup sized trash can but this at least had a lid and there was no attendant. Two adult nappies in a bag however and that bin was done for the day. I filled that bin twice every day. I don’t know why I’m so reticent just to leave them in my room bin, safe in the knowledge that a Thai room maid knows something unusual about me, but I am. The conference itself was (like so much in life), further complicated by my nappies but at other times, being in them was rather convenient. The ratio of toilets to delegates was apparently, not high. Not that I would have noticed… The return journey was again, body-scanner free. We left in the afternoon, I changed my BetterDry in the disabled toilet one last time and resolved to remain dry until through airport security (a 1.5 hour car ride away due to Bangkok’s ludicrously awful traffic). I needn’t have bothered. In true Thai style, the body scanners were more about the appearance of security than actual security: they were all switched off. I guess we could all feel safer in the knowledge that, in the event of some ineffable circumstance, the Thai Police *might* switch them on. Again, I went through a metal detector that unsurprisingly, was disinterested in my underwear. I flew back to Brisbane via Sydney. The overnight flight out of Bangkok was turbulent due to monsoonal storms with lots of vectoring around, and again, Sydney weather was atrocious meaning more vectoring, reduced speed and holding patterns. I was late, missed my connecting flight and the re-booked flight did not afford me time for a nappy change. Fortunately (kind of), the turbulence flight had limited cabin service and this, and being wedged up against a window prevented me from getting many fluids. In fact I was quite dehydrated actually and I knew that fairly little nappy-wetting had occurred. A quick, exploratory grope got me to thinking that I could probably get away with the Sydney-Brisbane flight without any moisture on the seats and I did. By the time I got home though, I suspect I smelled slightly of pee and I’d been marinating in the same nappy for nearly 14 hours: a long shower, a fresh (cloth) nappy and a long day of “not falling asleep” before bedtime commenced. I was curious to know if my extreme fatigue (by bedtime, I had been awake for 36 hours) would lead me to wet the bed again. I’d changed into my night nappy after dinner and resolved to keep it dry so I could tell later but I just couldn’t. It seems that urgency is a thing. My urge was so great that I’d never have been able to fall asleep so I wet myself in a chair downstairs but it wasn’t that much – completely out of proportion to the monumental urge. I don’t remember peeing in that nappy again before dawn, slept the sleep of the dead, woke up 11 hours later drenched and even having had an incredibly minor leak (damp patch on pajamas near my plastic pants legging) so I probably did wet in my sleep. Five months 24/7 on this stretch by next week. Wow…

Whilst I have no aspirations myself to live fulltime as a baby (beyond my 24x7 nappy habit, I have only slight regressive tendencies), I was still curious about how such a lifestyle decision could be 100% viable. With a long-haul flight and an empty seat next to me affording the luxury of reading without an adjacent passenger sharing the content, I downloaded this book to my Kindle and read it, learning a little about the idea of a “Fulltime, Permanent Adult Infant” (FPAI): the kind of “end of the road” for AB extremism. It possibly didn’t help that there was a truth disclaimer on the first page: “Any resemblance to any person, either living or dead, or actual events are coincidence” (perhaps that’s some kind of standard legal defensive blurb and I can discount it as literal truth) but at the end of my read I remained at best still curious and at worst, just a little skeptical. I’m just struggling to accept that the story as described. The biggest missing piece in this puzzle in my mind related to the aspects of this story NOT told. Like so many regression-themed stories, it celebrated the journey more than the destination but I don’t think the journey is the biggest challenge. How do either party withstood the sheer banality of unremitting infantilism or indeed, whatever it was they did every day as FPAI and carer to pass the time between nappy changes? More objectively, how does the FPAI and/or their carer, navigate routine medical or dental appointments as an apparently aphasic, semi-ambulatory pseudo-infant (as opposed to simply a normal, functioning adult making abnormal underwear choices) without getting sectioned as a mental patient or at least facing significant pressure for clinical, social services or even legal intervention? What is the social equation whereby the (usually female) partner gives up the pact with her spouse-as-equal and allows such dependency and helplessness to emerge? And then, there is the usual, dare I say it, formulaic procession of factors that we see from so many allegedly true stories from this source: The conflation of gender identity with regression The emergence of a specifically-named sub-identity The prominent role of one or more “hyper-enabling” female figures The renunciation of personal agency on the part of the regressive The pattern of the narrator re-interpreting “Milestones”, such as acquired incontinence or the resumption of bottle feeding from personal decisions toward inevitable clinical signs of an inescapable and progressive pathology. That’s not to say it was a “bad read”, it wasn’t. I think it is better to have these kind of publications than not to have them. It’s more that I don’t think it is what it seems to be. There was one note in this book that DID resonate with me but not in the way you might expect. It was a comment from another FPAI carer whose own story was indented as a kind of brief sub-feature from the main event. The carer “Odette” said: “His infancy stole his adultness from him. Part of me is angry about that…” If this is true, I feel sorry for her. I think she has every right to be angry but “his infancy” was NOT some bad actor that hid in the corner of their lives to creep up in the middle of the night and “steal” her spouse’s adulthood. This was HIS decision: he handed in his adulthood keys, moved to the baby seat in the back and left her to do all the driving alone. She *should* be angry and arguably, he *should* be single.

As Stroller and Bettypooh said, don't worry about it! ABDL tendencies are complicated enough to deal with as it is without imposing metrics on yourself and constructing "failure" scenarios. It's the journey, not the destination. Wear as much or as little as you want. At your age you've got buckets of time to revisit 24/7 if you want to, or not: no doors are closing. It simply does not matter.

A compression garment worn over the diaper/plastic pants can make one heck of a difference in both the visual silhouette and also "crinkle" noise. I wear a woman's "shaping" garment as they are cheap (around A$10 from K-Mart), readily available, and you can get them in neutral, un-decorated black (so my wife doesn't fret about me adding cross-dressing to my list of shortcomings). I wear a BetterDry 247 to work using this arrangement. You can see some pics on my FL account but it would be VERY hard for the casual observer to tell. In early days, before I was 100% wearing, my wife would need to feel to check.

Yes, I thought that for a while. Then one particular night when I was tired, a bit p1ssed, and I'd just changed, I fell into bed and fell asleep before I had anything to wet my nappy with, and then woke up wet 8 hours later. That made me realise that some of those other "wetter than expected" nights might be more than I thought they were. For me, it was a lot like your "noticed-your-nappy-was-wet-and-couldn't-remember-doing-it" moment. It only became clear in retrospect.

Haven't had the pleasure of a triple bypass but I *have* had open heart surgery. You are going on one hell of a ride but you will overwhelmingly likely come out the other side the better for it. If you're like me, you'll be surrounded by diapers and catheters in the CCU but you won't have ANY interest in them - not for a while, so don't worry about that. Good luck and don't freak at the state you're in when you first get out of surgery (like I did). As others have said, it's a bit of a recovery voyage. It gets a LOT better but takes time. Go easy on the self-administered Fentanyl - it's just plain weird coming off that stuff.

There have been a few incidents here and there where I think I *might* have half-dreamed my way through wetting but even then, it wasn't entirely clear to me if I started wetting and woke up, or I woke up, started wetting and fell back asleep still doing it. On Sunday, August 4th 2019, on my 119th consecutive night in nappies, I went to bed dry, woke up in the morning wet with no idea how that happened. So, I wet the bed (well technically my nappy but you get the point). The first time in at least 51 years I think. I'm pretty sure that last Sunday (August 18th), I did it again... So guess i have to say "yes" now...

Another week, another domestic business trip: just an overnighter down to wintry, windy Melbourne where my flights were yet again, disrupted by the ongoing severe weather affecting Australia’s south east corner. My travel-nappy routine is reasonably well polished by now and I don’t actually take any kind of grown up underwear away with me, just a spare nappy or two. I had some minor issues underestimating how wet I am. Flying down, I put on my BetterDry at around 4am at home and so by 4pm at the other end of the country, it’s done some hard yards. Unsurprisingly, I found the leggings on my plastic pants to be slightly damp when changing in my hotel room. Similarly, flying home, I put on my day-nappy in my hotel around 7:30am but it’s 5pm or later before I can change myself in the airport lounge into an evening Molicare. This time, there was actually a very small puddle in the crotch of my waterproof pants and I’d narrowly averted a leak. It was after 10:30pm by the time I yet again bounced home with the seatbelt light on. Fairly wet again, I headed straight to our en-suite for a shower and a change before bed. My wife was already in bed but awake and interested to talk to me. That’s fine but it did somewhat limit the privacy I could have in changing and so inevitably, she saw me wearing a wet nappy under my plastic pants. Also, inevitably, she would have heard tapes ripping at its removal before watching me disappear down to my study holding a balled-up wet nappy only to reappear carrying a fresh night time Molicare and my rather bulky terry-lined plastic pants. I try very hard not to expose her to these things but in this scenario, I had no alternative. To be fair, I didn’t notice any melodramatic eye-rolling there was no diaper-commentary from her: a highly credible effort at ignoring the elephant in the room all in all. On Monday I head overseas for the week. I’ve actually had to draft a “nappy plan” to work out what I need to take! I’ll be in Thailand and I’ve no idea what disposable nappies would be available to me over-the-counter and probably won’t have the time to go and find them anyway. I’ve worked out that in addition to a couple of hand-carried nappies, I need to pack around 12 diapers (along with plastic pants etc) to give me the range I need plus a couple spare. A trial fit into my “middle-sized” trundle bag suggest depressingly little leftover space for clothing! This OS trip is a little different from my previous one as it appears that I’ve now reached the stage that the combination of alcohol and bed just MIGHT lead to a bed-wetting incident. I suspect the nocturnal "incident" of three weeks ago repeated again last Sunday night although I'm slightly less sure this time as I was damp to begin with. At a hotel however, I feel I can no longer run the risk.

Yep. In my jurisdiction it's all state-based law but those states generally have a "summary offences" act going with some remarkably widely-scoped provisions around "offensive conduct". I suspect that this versatile definition of offence could be exploited by the wrong copper in the wrong mood on the wrong day and bingo, you're sitting in the back of a Divisional van. I suspect a magistrate would throw it out even if the prosecution was ok'd by rozzer solicitor services but by then, you will have had a pretty awkward time and maybe even made it to the local paper.

Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that the fact I was diapered was actually reflected in those "I need to pee/I am peeing" dreams either. It was more about the fact that I somehow had "permission" to pee via my location: at a toilet, near some bushes, swimming in lake are scenarios I can recall. Whilst there are nights I *suspect* I've wet asleep, I've only unambiguously caught myself ONCE a few weeks ago and for that, I can recall zero dreams at all. I just went to bed dry and woke up wet: end of... Having said that, looking back it is now clear to me that there are a few nights were I've woken up wetter than I think I should be with no recollection of how/when that happened. Last night was another vivid "My diapers are on display to the world and there is nothing I can do about it" dream which is not something I particularly enjoy. In this one, I was again trying to deal with a massively full diaper and its unappetizing contents were just getting everywhere and people all around me were going to know. I'd taken it off but no matter how much I wiped myself, I couldn't seem to clean myself up and everywhere I went, I was poop-staining things around me and I was NOT happy about this. That's a bit weird since by routine, I am wet only (there are exceptions to that but it's not default). I was wet when I went to bed last night and much wetter this morning (cloth again so no chance of leaks). I don't recall the mechanics behind that but I could have awoken I suppose. These dreams have repeating themes and I don't know what those themes mean. I wonder if it is to do with some emerging signs of dependency.

Right now it's more of an unusual lifestyle choice although by now, I will sometimes (rarely) wet my diaper whilst asleep and very recently, there have been some unexplained "dripping" incidents during the day so if you ask me another 6 months, I'm not sure it would be the same answer...