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A combination of weekend, work-from-home, public holiday, time off, more weekend and the desire to strip wash a lot of cloth nappies has seen me do 24/7 “old school” this week. With the exception of Monday daytime where I had to wear a BetterDry to the office, I’ve been in cloth nappies and plastic pants all week. As much as I love the soft feel, bulk, range (mostly just 2 nappies per day!) and leak-reluctant nature of cloth nappies however, wearing them 24x7 is a LOT of work! There are a few downsides: My mobility is restricted. No matter how you fold it, having a 60” x 60” terry towelling pad wrapped and pinned around your crotch is going to affect your flexibility. Odour control is non-existent: whatever you do in your nappy, you’re going to smell soon enough no matter how tight fitting your plastic pants may be. They do nothing to manage rash: I still don’t have nappy rash but I feel that wearing wet cloth nappies for protracted periods of time is tempting the gods. I felt a little “sunburn” down there once or twice but a bit of a dry out and plenty of anti-rash talc seems to have kept things at bay. I’m wary about using sudo-crème with cloth nappies though. The laundry load is intimidating: it just never stops. I have a large washing machine and 24x7 nappy use guarantees a full load just for nappies every other day and either the washing line is loaded with drying nappies or I’m running the tumble-dryer (which I hate to do). But they feel gorgeous and in bed at night and I don’t have to think at all about what position I might be in for wetting at all. Pee happens whenever and wherever with zero leaks. Interestingly, I’ve still found myself waking up on my back, something that didn’t used to happen before I got conditioned to rolling onto my back in bed at night to use my disposables. It will be back to mostly-disposable come Saturday. There is no way I could get away with wearing cloth nappies at the office. The bulk is muted somewhat under jeans and compression pants but wet cloth nappies smell like, well, wet cloth nappies. Maybe if I ever found myself retired and on my own for any length of time… I picked up my wife from the airport the other day after her holiday away with girlfriends and she’s been a bit grumpy ever since. I’m not sure if it’s just that she’s sick of working (well, so am I but the money has to come from somewhere), it’s more of the menopause-bear or we’re building up for another round of underwear wars. I might be reading too much into that though. Travel again next week (interstate – no biggie) and travel the week after (OS travel including body scanners and new changing logistical challenges)… I’m so sick of it but I need to try to do this for at least 6 more years, much longer if my wife makes good on her threat and drops back to part time work or even retires early.

I needed to get to the place where I was releasing so frequently that at any "full" release wasn't much at all. These days for me, this is semi-automatic. I'm still quite continent (at least during the day) but it's a lot of very small releases. If I become aware of any pee in my bladder, I immediately release all of it and make no attempt at modulation or pausing. It's invariably not much anymore. Another upside to this is that diapers can go quite a long way under this kind of usage pattern.

Well they'd need to work a lot better than the "flush-able wipes" that are causing havoc in Australian sewage systems when, you guessed it, people flush them. It seems that there isn't a clear definition of "flush-able" and so vendors saw their opportunity and grabbed it. The Australian Competition & Consumer Commission took Kimberly Clarke (biggest offender) to court and lost on a fairly technical point: that it could not be proved that Kimberly Clarke products were the ones building the blockages (it may have been some other vendor's - it's hard to tell). This loss is subject to appeal. https://www.accc.gov.au/media-release/accc-appeals-flushable-wipes-decision

How about an overnight adult diaper that can *reliably* cope with side-sleeper wetting.

Try standing at the toilet as though you were going to pee in that. If you succeed, move on to starting to wet your diaper at the toilet and then moving away whilst doing so. With a little practice, you should be able to break that nexus and pee wherever you happen to be. Then you can move on to learning to pee in unconventional positions (sitting down, laying etc). tbh, I've been a DL for so long I can't remember if I ever had that problem but once my partner did and it was that kind of gradual conditioning process that got her to the point where she could eventually even wet in bed.

I ended up doing that the other day early one morning at the airport. I knew it would be 12 hours before I could change and I wanted to give my diaper a head start so I thought I'd give myself a tactical bladder-empty before boarding. I don't seem to experience pee urges lately so not having an urge did not mean that there was no pee to drain. The thing was, my flow rate is quite slow these days so after around 45 seconds of dribbling, I just pulled the front of my diaper back up and finished in it as I was zipping myself up, redoing my belt and then walking away.

OMG!!! What the heck happened to you and do you know how? Glad you're back out the other side but maybe others can learn from your (rather unpleasant) experience. I thought it was pretty tough for males to get a UTI but it sounds like you took it to the next level.

Hello DL-Boy and greetings from Australia! I'm not sure that your objective above IS unattainable. I started 24/7 wearing several months ago. I've been wearing 24/7 contiguously now for a little over 4 months on this "shift". The whole story is kind of blogged in the thread below: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/66171-strange-days-indeed-a-24-x-7-experiment/ The thing is, my daytime continence (as far as I can tell) has held up pretty well, even though I haven't been using it. I suspect if I switched out back to big boy underwear at my next change, I'd have some urgency and some capacity limitations but given proximity to a bathroom, I could stay dry without difficulty. But... At night it's been a different story. When I started out back in December, I'd wake up in the small hours, deliberately wet my diaper and go back to sleep. After a few months, I found my bladder was waking me more than once during the night. Often 2-3 times. No drama. More pee incidents but less volume incident: zero sum game. Another month or so, and I started to find that I was so habituated to going in my diaper in bed that I wasn't waking up as much as I used to. On some occasions, I concluded that I actually woke up to pee and fell back asleep still peeing: I could remember starting to wet but never remember finishing, wake up later and be puzzled as to why my bladder was empty. On the odd occasion I'd have a kind of hyper-realistic "pee dream" and I suspect I may have wet myself a bit during those. A little over a week ago, I went to bed dry and woke up wet with no idea how that happened. That's the first time in 52 years. It also made me realise that my insight into night wetting was overall, not that great and I was waking up wetter than I thought I should be anyway. YMMV as they say, but you might try some 24/7 and see how it goes for you.

At 15'36" she's standing in front of the counter in a possibly-damp pull-up and next to her is a hand-written sign saying "No changes without sale". I lol'd ?

Apparently I was toilet trained at 20 months and out of night nappies before 2.5 years and unfortunately, I was never threatened with being re-diapered as I never wet the bed. (I can recall only ONE incident and I had to be less than 4 years old). I guess I was the "good boy". My younger sister (for whom I had been toilet trained early to spare my mother the task of having two children in nappies simultaneously) WAS thusly threatened. I'm not sure she ever really stopped wetting the bed or my mother (dealing with infant #3 being on the way), simply took her out of night nappies whereupon she'd wet the bed nightly. This went on with various punishments (yes, stupid I know, but it was the 1970s) and the threat of nappies. Eventually, my parents DID put her back into nappies one night. I watched her huge tantrum, thrashing around on the floor wearing pinned flannel nappies under opaque plastic pants and I wish it was me. I would have been 4 or 5. Strangely enough, once in nappies, she'd wake in the middle of the night and yell out that she needed to be taken to the toilet. I never understood how she could unconsciously wet the bed but invariably wake before wetting her nappy. Almost always, a parent would yell back from their bedroom "Just do it in your nappy!". Either that or they wouldn't respond at all and after a few requests, she would fall silent (and presumably soggy). Even then, I wondered how effective that was going to be to solve the problem. She stayed in night nappies for ages. I can't remember exactly when they were abandoned. All my younger siblings did. I was the only one who did not and look where I am now. I wet the bed. LOL, and DID you actually bother to get out of bed?

Saturday 10th August 2019 (Day 125/Day 196 YTD) Hot tip: How to strip-wash smelly cloth nappies and remain married My wife has just headed off down to Sydney for a holiday with some girlfriends and so I have 5 days to myself. I still have my remaining teenager at home but it is highly unlikely she will emerge from her bedroom but to collect food or visit the bathroom. I do not anticipate being spoken to unless the internet fails. My dear wife, in stark contrast to myself, is a member of the “Infrequent Flyer” program meaning that any kind of flight departure is an occasion of great ceremony involving a luggage ensemble worthy of the royal family (honestly, I travel with CPAP and nappies yet still travel lighter than her) and outside of her wardrobe-in-a-suitcase, carry-on including in-flight coats, jackets, perhaps a light jumper, magazine, backup-magazine, a kindle in case the magazines don’t work and of course, barley sugars in case her head explodes on cabin depressurisation. By the time she gets herself sorted out after take-off, she will be on descent. All of this pre-departure check-listing had to take place (for reasons I cannot fathom) in our walk-in-robe and en-suite this morning meaning that I was left with less than 5 minutes to remove-and-hide a very wet cloth night nappy, rinse, change, get dressed and down to the car in order to take her to the airport. So due to my shortcomings, we didn’t leave exactly on time. Regardless, she still comfortably made her flight and as I type this, FlightAware is telling me that she’s somewhere over the Gold Coast climbing through 5,000m heading south. So, for as much as possible over the next 5 days, I will be in cloth nappies instead of disposables (two work days I will deal with in BetterDry). I drove her to the airport wearing a Velcro cloth "DPF" diaper with booster but she was too excited to notice my additional bulk. The method behind this madness is that I’ve finally worked out how to strip-wash cloth my Babykins pull-on cotton nappies effectively so that they no longer smell like a 3 day old cat litter tray after use and these 5 days will give me the opportunity to cycle my cloth nappy ensemble through this process as I use them. The trick? I boil them. This is only necessary with the heavier pull-on terry and cotton nappies. With a folded terry square, a bit of a soak and a hot wash is enough. But to de-stink the former, a 5 minute boil in 6 – 8 litres of plain water does the trick nicely, yielding a satisfying quantity of detergent residue and other mysterious chemical cloudiness in the pot water instead of the nappy. Throw them in the washing machine afterwards and they come back smelling as fresh as the metaphorical daisy, even when they’re a bit wet the next night in bed. This is something I dare NOT attempt in the presence of the minister for domestic affairs. For those of you who can recall the infamous kitchen scene in “Fatal Attraction”, I can assure you that boiling a bunny would involve considerably less marital back-draft than cooking a procession of used adult nappies on the range top. Any conflation of kitchen utensils and nappy sanitisation would lead to conflagration. Thus, I have 5 days to use (and subsequently sanitise) as much of my cloth nappy collection. I will be cooking up a storm.

Month 4 has rolled past and I’m off into month 5 (7.5 months YTD) of my 24x7 experiment. I remain interested in developing incontinence, probably as a way of rationalising my preference to be diapered. In terms of daytime continence however, I remain pretty well toilet trained. Sometimes I think I’m actually more in control now than I was a month or so ago! Quite a few times I’ve found myself holding. I’m wondering if that is a kind of reverse effect of habituation. I’m so used to wearing nappies that I forget to use them? There is some evidence however to say that my bladder has indeed shrunk: I found myself “needing to go” the other day for the first time in a long time (forgot to release for a long period of time). I worried about flooding my already-wet nappy. No chance. There really wasn’t much. Night time is a different story. Whilst I’m a long way from calling myself a bedwetter. I DID wet the bed the other week and this was the first bedwetting incident for more than 50 years that I’m absolutely certain that I slept completely through. It’s now very clear to me that in comparison with Oznl of 6 months ago, current Oznl has only vague insight into what happens in his nappy in bed at night. I await curiously to see if there is a repeat of one of those incontrovertible “you wet the bed” nights coming up. Another trip this week once again, with flights disrupted by violent winter weather systems down south. Sydney airport responded in its usual fashion to any puff of wind capable of dislodging leaves by closing one of its two runways, cancelling a slew of flights and delaying the remaining ones at which point the airlines play their part in the pantomime by progressively lying to their passengers about the magnitude of the delay. What PR muppet thinks it might be better to inform passengers of a 5-minute delay 12 times instead of just saying “1 hour” up front? Yet again, it was more than an hour past my scheduled departure time before we bumped and rocked our way through the night skies between Sydney and home in Brisbane. I was going to stretch my BetterDry to last for the flight so that I could change straight into cloth night diapers when I got home but once the creeping delays started, I changed myself in the Qantas Club disabled toilets only to discover that I actually wasn’t that wet and probably would have made it. This seems to be a part of a deteriorating ability to correlate urge with quantity. Sometimes I’m wetter than I think (usually mornings) and other times, I’m drier than I think. At least it was only a Tena I wasted. I HATE wasting nappies. I got home late and changed straight into a cloth nappy for bed. I think I caught a sour look or two from my partner but got no comment. It's clear she still hates this but I think she realises that I've made my stand and I'm not backing down. She hasn't even mentioned the "nappy" word for weeks. On the topic of “on the road” nappy changes, I should share an interesting postscript to the great “No nappies/incontinence pants in the hygiene bin!” gym sign crisis of three weeks ago. Since then, I’ve been stuck with either carrying a used BetterDry the size of a football home with me after work or, tactically dumping it in the much-larger “sanitary waste” bin in the disabled toilet. More of the former than the latter really. I’d only used the disabled toilet two or three times. On Monday, before I left for Sydney, I decided to dump my nappy in that bin after gym as I already had a load of stuff in my laptop bag. Popping in I tried to open the bin lid but it was jammed. Upon examination, it was jammed because it was full. It was full of large nappies: not mine. It must have been LOADS of them. I did NOT try to extract one of these for forensic examination to see if it was an adult nappy but a number of revelations were thusly obtained: 1. I am NOT the only entity in that corporate park who is disposing of nappies and this is NOT a kiddie-friendly kind of venue. 2. It was large bin, a LOT of nappies to fill it and it didn’t smell good. Either the local chapter of the incontinence society had a beer party at the café next door that day or (more likely), that bin is not getting anywhere near the kind of daily love it deserves. 3. Although I cannot deny my role as an offender, I may not have been the ONLY offender in the great gym hygiene bin nappy mystery of 2019

So here’s an impromptu update: I wet the bed last night. No ifs, buts or maybes. Well, technically I wet IN bed because I was suitably attired but you get my point. We’d had a bit of a dinner party last night and, amongst a lot of hilarity and reasonably good Spotify, rather a lot got drunk, a fair share of it by me. I’m not sure at what point we all thought that we could massively improve our Fitbit scores by taping them to the ceiling fan and running it for a while. It was that kind of night. Things finished up around 11pm and whilst my partner got the dishwasher started, I collected a bountiful collection of empty bottles and took them out to the recycle bin. She’d gone to bed by the time I’d gotten back inside and I changed out of my fairly wet Molicare into my night time Molicare Maxi under terry-lined waterproofs and headed for bed. I was sober enough to recall that unusually, I was still dry when I got into bed. Normally I’d deliberately empty myself before falling asleep but it seemed the late change threw off my routine and there was nothing in the tank so to speak. Unsurprisingly, I must have fallen asleep almost instantly. Next thing, it’s 6:50am and I’ve woken up. As is my habit, I relax to empty my bladder but I don’t need to pee at all there’s nearly nothing there. Just a dribble really. Everything is warm down in the pants department anyway so it’s a bit hard to tell what’s going on. I must have fallen back asleep again quickly because the next time I looked at the clock it was 8am. A good time to get up and make some coffee for us. As I walk down to the kitchen, I can feel that my nappy has some weight and I’m a little confused by that because I’ve no recollection of wetting and by my calculation, should have nothing more than a damp spot at the front. It’s only at my morning change that I realise that my night nappy was thoroughly wet. I went to bed dry, and woke up 8 hours later the next day to find myself with an empty bladder and a soaked nappy. It was that simple. There were no diaper dreams, no hints, no hazy recollections, nothing at all. I don’t recall waking up at ANY point during the night. It was a great night’s sleep and the morning’s evidence was incontrovertible. Last night was my 119th consecutive diapered night and my 190th night in diapers this year.

I went 24x7 with diapers about 6 months ago. I really don't know how long I will be 24x7, I've no specific plan but nothing so far has inclined me to stop. "Diaper dreams" have been a thing. Initially, I had a few "need to pee" dreams, some of which may have eventually resulted in semi-asleep diaper wetting. Some nights I just don't remember now. A few months down the line, these turned into a strange kind of "I wear diapers" dream. The diapers are not the point of the dream but the fact that I wear them somehow makes itself known. Then things quietened down. I guess I was just habituated to diapers by then. The last couple of weeks however, I've had a few of the "diaper wearing is usually inconveniently exposed" dreams - I don't like them much to be honest.

About a month ago I made mention of how the fact that I now wear nappies all the time had crept into my dreams. This was somewhat different from my earlier, intermittent “nappy dreams” where the USE of nappies was the focal point of the dream and may (or may not) have been associated with an unconscious or semiconscious wetting event. The “I wear nappies now” dreams were simply run of the mill dreams where managing my nappies was woven into the general narrative. I can’t recall dreaming about managing toileting prior to wearing nappies full time but then again, there’s a lot less psycho-social baggage around just using a bathroom like a grown-up so it wouldn’t loom large in my consciousness. Anyway… One night earlier this week I had a series of disturbing, vivid dreams with periods of semi-lucidity between them that WERE focused on nappies but in a new way. The recurring theme of these dreams was that my use of nappies were exposed to others. I was not happy about that in these dreams and I have zero interest in exhibitionism but in each case, situational reality trumped discretion. In my first dream, I was in a badly soiled nappy (which in real life, does not even routinely happen). I’d taken it off outside of some cabin I was staying in and poop was falling out of it everywhere as I somewhat implausibly carried it around the parking area out front. Yeah, gross and if you want to hide that you are in a full diaper, try not unpacking it outside in a car park. It was a dream remember. People turn into penguins in dreams. I've seen it happen. But I digress. I knew somebody was watching me. I was picking up pieces of it from the ground with sticks, trying to flick it into the garden but I couldn’t get rid of it all. Somehow, it splashed back and got onto me and I rushed indoors to wash it off my face and I knew this would also be witnessed. I was thoroughly uncomfortable and woke up. Falling back asleep I dreamt again. I was in an office location I left nearly 30 years ago but some of my present-day staff were there with me. We were moving office furniture from one end of the long, narrow building down to the other. No idea why. It was a dream. My brilliant plan was that instead of carrying a heavy fridge a few hundred feet through the office, we could leverage an old office van we had and drive the fridge from one end of the park to the rear door at the other via the carpark that ran alongside (for a dream, this was a remarkably accurate reflection of that office’s layout and a curiously viable strategy)! Carrying the refrigerator out to the van with the assistance of one of my team members, I was careful to make sure when bending and stretching that my nappies were not exposed. This was to no avail because when we got to the van, a pile of my (clean) cloth nappies were on the passenger seat. My team member made no comment on these but he saw them and his gaze lingered. Going back into the kitchen for some leftover random fridge bits, a pair of my plastic pants was mysteriously laying on the table and if that wasn’t incriminating enough, they were pee-wet. Figuring that all was lost, I nonchalantly rinsed them in the sink in whilst he stood behind me watching. My secret was out. Mercifully at this point, I was awoken by my partner getting out of bed at around 3am to go to the bathroom (ah, I remember when I used to do that). I was laying on my side and became aware that I could feel pee slowly dripping behind the unpadded part of my Molicares on my hip that was down against the mattress and draining into the padding on my bum. As far as I could tell, my bladder was empty. This would only usually happen if I had peed laying on my side and but had no recollection of waking to do so. Even if I did awake, I would roll onto my back to insure against leaks. It’s possible I’d wet myself whilst asleep (I’d had wine the night before which seems to inhibit recollection), more likely I’d half woken and gotten the “pee” bit wrong and failed to recall it the next morning but any wetting that may have occurred did not manifest in my dream at all but that’s a bit of matter by the side. I didn’t enjoy those dreams very much and can remember them clearly days later. I’m wondering if this is some hangover from the gym-sign debacle from a couple of weeks ago. Those @#$ing signs remain on every wall in every bathroom and will probably be there until I can somehow discretely retire them myself. I’ll complete month 4 of this 24x7 shift early next week (6.5 months in total). I’ve a quick trip down to Sydney but that’s pretty routine these days. I don’t even bother to pack emergency underwear anymore, just a couple of spare nappies and a change of pants.

The story below was rampant click-bait but I clicked. I'm still trying to work out if it is really true. If so, it seems that there is an entirely new class of uber-mummy out there for whose spawn, there is nothing that would be too much trouble for other people to go to. https://www.msn.com/en-au/lifestyle/familyandrelationships/mum-demands-friend-change-dogs-name-so-she-can-use-it-for-baby/ar-AAEXqSn Kind of in the same genre as the Mommy in the OP post.

Yep, I do get that. My "nanny state" comment came more from how my jurisdiction has decided to manage this technology. Unlike the USA, we have ZERO rights to "opt out" for alternate screening and unlike the USA, it seems that our scanners are configured to 100% detect diapers (wet or dry) and staff are forced to react. US experience suggest that diapers MIGHT be detected. Australian Government advice is that diapers WILL be detected (and investigated). All of this for a handful of criminally insane clowns fighting for their invisible friend...

Found this statement allegedly from the Australian Department of Infrastructure & Transport on the down-undercare.com.au site : "Any person may be selected for a body scan when travelling internationally from one of the eight Australian international gateway airports. All body scanners deployed at Australian airports are equipped with privacy enhancements. To protect the privacy of the travelling public, the current generation body scanner is equipped with automated threat recognition technology. This technology eliminates the need for a screening officer to review raw images of the person being scanned. Instead, when a scan is conducted, the body scanner automatically analyses the data received from the scan and uses a generic human outline, which does not display gender, size, shape or any distinguishing features, to highlight any area on the body that may require further examination. Individual scans are not able to be stored or transferred to other devices. Passengers are to be treated with compassion, dignity and respect throughout aviation security screening process. As such, screening officers are trained to ensure that the privacy of passengers is appropriately maintained at all times. The body scanner will alert the screening officer when it detects items, such as ostomy pouches or nappies, under a person’s clothing, however, it is not able to identify the nature of the item. This means that the screening officer is required to investigate to determine that the item is not a prohibited item or weapon. The passenger can always request that this resolution process takes place in a private room. A private room provides the passengers with the opportunity to inform the screening officer of the item in question discreetly. Passengers will not be required to expose ostomy pouches or similar medical items for inspection and the screening officer will never touch the items." It looks like millimeter wave *does* detect but in contrast to the USA, the rampant nanny-state of Australia WILL react to a dry diaper. There is a plan to expand millimeter wave to domestic terminals as well here in Australia so soon I can look forward to a significant new logistical challenge to my business travel if I remain diapered 24/7.

It’s been a while and I should probably make some kind of update. This week I was attending a corporate conference (in my own city at least) where amongst other duties, I was the speaker for a keynote address. It was a small audience, less than 100 people in a city hotel but as I was up there facing the usual glitches: the AV people had positioned a time counter right in the middle of the front-of-stage fold-back monitor meaning that I couldn’t read my own slides, my lapel mike would feedback if I walked to close to one side of the stage and the stage creaked alarmingly. But in addition to these usual headwinds against forgettable presentations, it occurred to me that for this year’s conference, I had a new challenge: on stage I realised my nappy was actually pretty wet and I wondered if my crotch was visibly swollen. It was a darkish room, I’d worn dark jeans and a loose dark jacket as partial camouflage and hopefully much of the audience were sleeping peacefully after their early morning flights. A corporate photographer took high resolution photographs of me from every conceivable angle (as he did for every other speaker). That didn’t worry me quite so much. I’ve been going to these kinds of conferences for decades and I’ve NEVER seen ANY output from those photographers. I think they are just there to perpetuate the illusion of occasion and afterwards, just delete the pictures and send us a bill making everybody happy. In olden days, they probably didn’t even bother to load film. Day #1 I was able to sneak an afternoon nappy change in the hotel disabled toilet before the day segued into the awful inevitability of a corporate evening dinner. Day #2 I had no such break and was practically floating in my BetterDry as I helped others pack equipment at 5pm hoping that my nappy wasn’t showing. I actually leaked a little in the car driving home but it wasn’t enough to really notice. Apart from a couple of local trips coming up I have a new curved ball to deal with. A couple of days worth of internal conference in Thailand. Wearing nappies to this triggers not one but THREE challenges: I will be the guy taking a suitcase for a 3 day trip I will be the guy failing body-scanner testing potentially in sight of colleagues I will be the guy who has decided to further insult and offend his wife by getting arrested for illegal diaper use in South East Asia, appearing on CNN being carted off to indefinite incarceration in some machine-gun-encrusted jail thusly losing my his job and confining his wife and dependents to humility-ridden poverty. Still thinking this one through but my inclination is to give it a red hot go. At this point, although I’m am TELLING you that I’m fully continent, I’m not sure I want to battle-test that assumption on an airline seat or an expensive hotel mattress (ESPECIALLY the latter based on recent-but-isolated circumstantial evidence).

In the long term, I suspect that this practice would strengthen rather than degrade the relevant muscles. Having said that, I actually tried this experiment almost 9 years ago and in my usual fashion, I'd documented the whole thing. Medically speaking, I've since been told it's not a great idea so I couldn't recommend it. Here it is, cut and paste from my notes way back from January 2011. How to get urge incontinence in one day (not that I was trying). I woke up to the prospect of a whole day at home alone and decided to treat myself by spending it in nappies. The rest of my family were bustling around, getting ready to leave for their various outings as I lay back in bed. I needed to pee as was normal for me first thing in the morning but I wanted to wait and save it for my nappy. 7:30am: when the last person finally departed, I pulled down a 1.5m x 1.5m terry nappy and some large, yellow plastic pants. Folding them kite-style on the bed, I was now quite ‘full’ and pinning them on tight as l lay down I was distinctly uncomfortable. Still, remaining dry I pulled on my plastic pants over the nappy and managed to squeeze into a pair of slightly-oversized shorts. 7:45am: Normally at this point, I would have gotten back into bed and leisurely wet myself, perhaps even dozing off for a little while longer afterwards but on a whim, I decided on an experiment. Lots of ‘holding/desperation’ fantasies abound on the ‘net whereby the hero or heroine valiantly fights on through pain and perhaps the odd leaking spurt until biology seizes the body’s steering wheel whereupon they extravagantly, and completely involuntarily, wet themselves. My theory was that people did not truly completely wet themselves after too long holding but simply ‘gave up’. So, I was not going to ‘give up’ and instead wait and see what would actually happen to me. Thus resolved, I waddled off to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Breakfast went normally enough although I really wanted a pee. 8:15am: Breakfast concluded, I decided to go to my study and surf the net for a while. To make it interesting, I poured myself a big jug of water to take with me. When I ran the tap, I was immediately gripped by a sharp bladder spasm but I kept a lid on things so to speak. First port-of-call was to some reasonably reputable medical sites to reassure myself that what I was about to do was (as an isolated exercise) quite safe. It was. 9:00am: My ‘need to pee’ was around ‘8’ on the scale. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on reading the on-lines newspapers as my bladder was yelling for attention. A couple of times I stood up, but this seemed to make the urgency worse and I quickly sat down again. I kept sipping water. 9:30am: I started to notice that the urgency to urinate was coming in “waves”. Leaning backwards in my reclining chair seemed to relieve things a little but the urgency would soon return. 10:00am: I was now, quite involuntarily grabbing at my crotch at each “pee wave” – this was pretty difficult since my crotch was well-encased by a fairly thick terry towelling nappy but it seemed to help anyway. A couple of times I stood up, crossing my legs and without consciously deciding to, found myself doing a ‘pee dance’. 10:30am: By now, any pretense at comprehending what I was reading was abandoned. My hand was jammed permanently between my thighs, pushing hard against the front of my nappy and I was rocking back and forth in my chair doing anything I could think of to take my mind away from the blast-furnace in my bladder. I was starting to sweat. 10:45am: My water jug was empty. I was not. I decided to venture out to refill it. Amazingly, the need to pee seemed to relax a little as I got out of my chair and walked out toward the kitchen and I made it to the tap. Turning on the water however, invoked a howl of protest from my bladder and I fought with all my might – so hard that I could feel the muscles in my groin quivering with the strain. I leaned with both hands resting on the counter top. Every fibre in me just wanted to “let go” but still I resisted – to release now would be a completely voluntary (however highly desirable) act. After 30 seconds or so contemplation at the counter top, I had things together enough to attempt the return journey. I had just left the kitchen when another fierce wave struck again. I put the water jug down on an adjacent table and bent over slightly, prepared to fight the demon of micturition once more. I held on with all my might, my groin muscles shaking. This wave was the biggest yet and as a crescendo, bizarrely, I felt a twitching, tingling sensation at the tip of my penis with a faint electrical current in my perineum as though I was about to ejaculate. It was actually quite a pleasant but unexpected counterpoint to the pee I really wanted. The wave subsided and I got back to my study. Standing at the door, another big wave struck. Again, I felt that warm, tingling sensation amongst the shaking muscles and I was unsure if any lapse in my control would precipitate me wetting my nappies, ejaculating in them or some strange combination of the two. Despite the blinding urge to pee, this new type of “wave” was actually very nice. The stirrings of an erection muted my pee-need a fraction and so I got to my desk and sat down. 11:00am: Wave after wave of mountain-sized pee urges. I was sweating and at best incredibly uncomfortable and at worst, in outright pain. Sitting down, I didn’t seem to be getting the same ejaculation sensations and I just wanted to pee and get it over with. I stood up and walked to the window in the hope of provoking an involuntary reaction. Almost immediately, a huge wave came and again, I felt that distinct “I’m gonna cum!” feeling – I held on with all my might but at the crest of the wave, I thought I felt a hot drop at the tip of my penis. I wasn’t sure if I had peed or ejaculated. I stuffed a hand down the front of my nappy and felt around – I was hot and sweaty in there so it was kind of hard to tell. Almost immediately, another wave hit, again, warm tingling and a hot wet drop – I felt around a second time but it was still ambiguous. The faint pleasure of it however was as always, immediately eclipsed by the roaring need to urinate. I returned to my seat. 11:15am: Now having a thoroughly miserable time, I sat in my chair with waves of pee-desperation rolling in. Every few waves or so, I imagined that some tiny amount of fluid had leaked out but it wasn’t enough to qualify as a ‘spurt’ even. I stood up and was immediately rewarded with twitching and tingling and a hot drop against every ounce of resistance I could muster. I pulled down my plastic pants for a visual inspection. My nappy was basically dry but there was indeed, a faint pale yellow mark at the front of my crotch. It was damp to the touch. It became obvious to me that I was intermittently “dribbling” a drop of urine and had a tablespoon or two already in my pants. I resumed my seat and held on. 11:30: Nothing changed at all. I sat rocking at my desk, trying to pretend I was doing anything else and every 30 seconds or so, a crescendo of urgency would overtake me and I would feel a drop of pee dampen my nappy. 15-20 minutes of minor leakages later, I could feel my damp patch slowly growing but it was clear to me that no catastrophic urination was going to occur. I was just stuck in state of extreme discomfort with intermittent, unstoppable tiny dribbles of pee as some kind of pressure-relieve valve kicked in. These dribbles were never enough to provide any real relief. Myth busted. It wasn’t that one completely and involuntarily voided one’s bladder as a consequence of holding on indefinitely. Instead, the bladder simply filled and with much discomfort, would stay filled but over-flowing slowly. What REALLY happens, I thought, is that people recognise the futility of their situation, give in and decide to wet themselves completely to make the pain stop. On that bomb-shell, I decided that I’d suffered enough and relaxed. For a few seconds, nothing happened! It’s as though my bladder, like a puppy that had been too-long locked up, was a little unsure what to do once the cage door had been opened. Then I started to pee. Knowing it was going to be a big one, I got up and walked to bathroom in case of leaks. I was peeing furiously in my nappy as I stood up. I continued to pee like a horse as I walked and the relief was gorgeous. I could hear my pee fire-hosing into the front of my pants and my nappy was becoming warm and heavy around me. I got to the safety of a tiled floor and I was still peeing, I could hear it gurgling and inside my pants now felt like a warm bath. I must have peed for a minute – staring at myself blankly in the mirror, lost in a warm sea of relief. At some point, the flow of urine petered out – it was actually a bit hard to tell as I was so wet and so NOT trying to hold it in. A cautious inspection showed that all that terry towelling and plastic pant had worked and my nappy had held. I decided not to change straight away but instead waddled back to the study. It drooped between my legs before I squelched back down into my chair. The relief was so great that I felt like a sleep. 12:00 – I think I HAD dozed off in my chair. I awoke to that warm, comfortable bulk of a thoroughly wet nappy and remembered where I was and what I had done. Cautiously, I felt around my seat – to my disappointment, I could feel a tell-tale wet patch at the back of my right thigh telling me my plastic pants were leaking at the leggings. I needed to clean up. I was also aware that I needed to pee again. All that water had to go somewhere I guess. It was clear to me that this nappy had been punished enough and wasn’t up to another voiding. Reluctantly, I got out of my chair to head for the bathroom. Then the weirdest thing happened. As I stood, a wave of urgency to pee hit me like a bus, as severe as it was unexpected. Before I’d even reached the door, I’d lost the battle and was already peeing uncontrollably into my soaked nappy. It was unstoppable. By the time I’d duck-walked to the bathroom, I’d completely voided, didn’t need to pee anymore and was sporting a rivulet of wee running down my inside leg. There was nothing I could have done about it. The delay between noticing the need to pee and actually peeing would have been no more than 5 seconds. Slightly stunned, I peeled off my sodden nappy and dumped it into a bucket with a thud. On a hunch, and as insurance, I grabbed a Tena disposable pull-up from my stash and put it on back under my shorts before returning to my study. About half an hour later, I needed to pee again. Again, I stood up, and again, I wet myself: I got a little further than before, making it out to the hall to the bathroom before urge again overtook my holding ability and I felt my pull-up grow hot at my crotch. Now I was a little freaked. Later on today, my family would return and explaining how I had, in the course of a single day, rendered myself urinary incontinent would take some imagination. I’d heard of this being done before without any problems but perhaps I’d asked more of my middle-aged bladder than it could deliver. Upon inspection, my pull-up actually wasn’t wet to capacity and I didn’t have that many of them so I decided to leave it on – clearly for now at least, I needed it. Next urination was after lunch. Again, huge urge but this time I made it to the bathroom. Admittedly I was peeing myself when I got there but this time at least some of my pee finished up in my toilet instead of my pants. The pull-up was now soaked so I tossed it and went nappy-free to see how it went. Perhaps this little bit of subconscious incentive helped. Next pee I made it to the toilet but only just and as I was fumbling with my shorts I thought they would be joining my wet nappy in the washing bucket. I was happier to at least see that things appeared to be trending in the correct direction but I was still voiding like an infant – frequently, with little volume and little control. Things gradually got better but it was an awkward night with me dashing off to the toilet every hour or two. I seriously worried about wetting our bed but as it happened, I didn’t sleep that well and simply had to get up a couple of times. It was about a day and a half later until something resembling normality for my pattern of urination had returned. It would appear that I insulted my bladder with this exercise and it gained vengeance through a few hours of urge-incontinence. All we need now is for one or more slightly overweight, middle-aged males to replicate my findings. Sorry for the long post.

Yes. I wasn't expecting that either. All anecdotal evidence I had suggested otherwise. It was the pull-up though. I've been through enough body scanners to avoid the newbie mistakes. There was *nothing* in my pockets and at the pat down, the guy went immediately for the diaper zone, nowhere else. Mercifully, he felt what he needed to feel and dropped it there. There was a sign near the machine that spoke about bulky or loose clothing. The machine wasn't like the millimeter wave machine I've seen at US airports - it was more like walking between two whiteboards and standing still for a few seconds. Australian govt. blurb says they don't use x-ray backscatter though.

Sunday: I got up quite early Sunday morning to attend a motorsports event (they always start at stupid-o-clock on Sundays, such a good time of day to race cars)! I'd changed out of not-that-wet night diaper into a Molicare premium maxi under PUL and fixing pants. Down at the race track sitting in my camp chair it was cold - around 8C. I realise that will make a lot of North Americans laugh but for us in mid-winter, that qualifies as "very cold". So cold that I encountered a new experience - a COOL squishy wet diaper between my legs. Eww... Anyway, it seemed that all last night's wee arrived the next morning. I was sitting there getting wetter and wetter wondering where the heck it was all coming from! I knew I was pretty soggy driving home but I had to pick up my wife and drop her at a party. I did. I didn't get out of the car. I didn't trust the state of my pants. I just kept dribbling periodically though figuring "what will be will be". By the time I got home for good, I thought I could smell a faint pee whiff. Getting out of the car, there was a wet patch on the (mercifully leather) seat and two dark, cool, wet crescents on the back of my jeans. I scuttled upstairs and changed before coming back down to wipe down the car seat. It wasn't a diaper malfunction, it was a diaper drowning. Nobody noticed but me.

This is a timely discussion for me. At the end of next month it looks like I will have to duck up to Bangkok for a few days meetings. By this time, I will have been 5 months 24/7 since April and 7.5 months 24/7 overall this year. I'm still continent but urgency and frequency would be a thing. I would vastly prefer to remain diapered for this trip anyway I realise this is going to mean taking a large suitcase for a short trip along with my wife assuming that I don't love her any more and plan on getting myself arrested in South East Asia for illegal diaper usage, lose my job, appear on CNN, humiliate her and bankrupt our family (it's strictly business, she won't be travelling with me). Previous experience was that I got pinged for a pat-down in the "relevant area" whilst departing Brisbane International in a dry pull-up (millimeter wave technology). Awkward. It seemed "dry" was not enough. This time I was thinking about wearing a pull-up to the airport, ditching it before security and changing into a BetterDry in the airline lounge. The trouble is that I have a tight transit stop in Singapore to switch to the Bangkok flight: only 60 minutes. I'd be wet landing in Singapore and I don't know if I would have the time to change myself before heading to the next gate. I'm familiar with Singapore Changi airport and their unusual habit of having security scanning happen at the gates but last time it was there, it was just metal detectors/x-ray. Even if I *did* manage a quick change, there is precedent that millimeter wave scanners will get me anyway. Sounds like Spark is telling me it's now the dreaded body scanners. Correct? No idea what the deal is at Bangkok. Now I have a dilemma. I have a colleague who has insisted on taking the same flight as me as well.

I think DD is a little more orientated towards the "lifestyle discussion" aspect of ABDL relative to some sites that may be looking at ABDL through the lense of a sexual fetish behaviour. People looking for a quick sexual thrill probably won't be very interested in the long haul adventure of acquired incontinence. I think that's closer to a dysphoria than a fetish. It's a bit of a head-scratcher for me to be honest. I would have told you that I had no desire to become incontinent before I went 24/7 and now here I am 6 months later, STILL in nappies, simultaneously intensely curious for signs of this emerging and intensely worried about what this could mean me for my world if it actually happened. I'm not sure if I'm unpotty training or just playing chicken with my continence.

It depends (no pun intended). I've been wearing 24/7 for about 6 months. A changing decision is driven more by a combination of operational opportunity and/or necessity rather than simple personal preference. On work days, this is largely schedule driven. I will change out of my night diaper before work. A long-range day diaper will get changed around 4-5pm and I will go back into a night diaper at around 10:30pm. If I'm out and about, I may need to modify this changing cadence to allow for how long I anticipate it will be before I can next change my diaper. My diapers are nearly always wet to some extent as I practice no kind of urinary continence at all. I am largely oblivious to the sensation of "wet" now and rely upon time and weight to estimate how close to needing a change I would be if I am off schedule. I don't frequently mess my diaper. If I did, I would expect that my change regime would be "event driven" and conducted with a view to not being smelly around others. If that was not a consideration, I would change after a few hours at most to minimise the chance of rash. When wearing diapers 24/7, rash is a risk I need to mitigate.