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i agree with the above, and would add: don't get offended if someone has taken you the wrong way. of course, if you walk like a duck and post quacking noises on a forum, it's pretty likely someone will call you a duck (while 95% of the rest just think it). if it hadn't occurred to you, let me spell it out: your post sounds like a million and one fake Facebook or MySpace hook-up requests, which have everything to do with making money and other unwelcome advances, and nothing to do with true offers of friendship (or whatever). If you are, in fact, the online equivalent of the one guy (typically guys, not always) who uses a pick-up line in a bar, but sincerely means it then, well, maybe someone owes you an apology (and, trust me, you'll be plenty welcome if you are who you say you are, and your motives are good and friendly ones). it's just, well, most people don't have to be burned too many times before they get careful around open flames. members of any "fringe" or minority group tend to be more cautious than most, for good reason.

I can see both sides here. I mean, my parents found out accidentally (my mom putting things away in my closet...), and that was certainly not the optimal situation. much better to make a disclosure like that on your own terms, presenting some information and data that might head off some snap judgments and uniformed conclusions. on the other hand, as you will, i'm sure, discover for yourself over the next few years, one element of maturing is asserting that part of yourself that is separate from your folks, no matter how good and close your relationship with them is and remains. as a parent myself now, i appreciate what going on, from the parent's perspective, with "teenage rebellion" and the like. kids grow apart from their parents in ways that are positive, in the sense of reinforcing your personality and individualism, are really essential steps in psychological development. personally, i feel that my interest in diapers is part of an aspect of my personality that need not be shared with my parents (I don't discuss the details of my physical relationship with my wife with them, either -- beyond "you're going to have a grand-daughter" ). my advice is just to be care ful in your storage, so that you don't end up having your secret revealed on the wrong terms, but just make sure you are comfortable with your decision before discussing it with them. i don't mean to say that you haven't thought about this, just that there is some good advice here (other peoples' anyway, mine not so much ), so it's worth taking some of those thoughts and suggestions into account. whatever you decide, hope it works out well for you.

it definitely takes awhile, and some getting used to. at first, i would stand up, sometimes even going into the bathroom out of habit, and would just stand there wearing my diaper and pee that way. after awhile, i would stay in the bed, but i'd have to wake up fully and decide to wet my diaper, and sometimes it would take some time to do this. there are a lot of years of routine and subconscious behaviors at work here, so it makes sense it takes time to alter your perceptions and unconscious inclinations. after a year or so of the above practices, I got to the point where I would have vivid, intense dreams about wearing diapers, at least half of the times sexually arousing. at some point in the dreams, i usually had some awareness, in a directed-dreaming sense, and i found i could steer myself towards EITHER a sexual or diaper wetting conclusion to my dream). as I more and more did, I chose the second path, and would wet my diaper in real life at the same time i wet my diaper in my dream. this only lasted a few weeeks (which is too bad, they were great dreams), and then I was able to wet my diaper in my sleep, without dreaming or waking. i haven't experienced accidents, wetting on a non-diaper night, although i have come close only to wake up. since, like you, i wear diapers part time, i think i have some built-in sense of "yes, i'm wearing diapers" or "nope, no diaper there" when i'm asleep. i can easily imagine this being different if a non-diaper night was unusual, rather than >50% of the time... good luck!

Attends, treated with Diaper Fresh scent, Chicago Cubs t-shirt. Still dry, but alone time (diaper time!) only started 30 minutes ago, so... edit: OK, check. i seem to have wet my diapers, oh dear. somehow, i'll have to find a way to waddle through it, since i'm not allowed to have a fresh diaper till bedtime. might just have to stay up late then, lol.

to me, this is the key. when i discovered my interest in diapers 25 years ago, there was no internet for me to research and, more importantly, to find others who shared my interest. my guilt and confusion was magnified by my belief -- my CERTAINTY -- that I was the only one in the universe who had this interest. it was years, at least 10 years, before I discovered a German magazine called Couche that contained pictures of beautiful women wearing diapers -- what an eye-opener (in more ways than one!) After that, I found DPF, newsgroups, more and more photo sites -- all proving that my "unique" fascination was shared by many many people. I can't tell you how comforting I found that & still DO find that fact. but probably the most important development for me was sharing my interest with my wife (then girlfriend) -- although that was accidental, I never would have found the courage to "come out" if she hadn't stumbled onto my secret. she was so understanding, telling me that everyones' desires are "weird" and personal, it's just that the more "common" interests (also known as "boring!") are "socially acceptable" because no one is surprised by them anymore. but, as she explained to me, that's just an accident of history -- it could easily be the case that an "obsession" with heterosexual, missionary-style intercourse was considered "deviant" and unusual. the thing that "floats your boat" is always going to be personal, mysterious, difficult-to-explain, but there's nothing "wrong" or "bad" about having a "minority interest," so the thing you need to come to grips with is feeling comfortable with your own mind and desires (as every adult human being must do), not the fact that your interest is "unusual" in any way. make sense?

disposable, of course! what could be better than the feel of disposables (other than, perhaps, the lovely crinkling sound they make when you're crawling about?)

oh, don't worry, silly! I rarely indulge in such activities and when I do, I am very careful and subtle... the last thing I want is to bother anyone -- or get caught! but the very few times I have taken the chance to go out in public have been incredibly thrilling, so I fantasize about it a lot. i can see how my post would make it sound like i'm taking more chances, and being more public, than I actually am, but not to worry -- there's never been any real chance of being caught or making anyone else uncomfortable. thanks for the advice though!

yes! me too! i also love being in public, sometimes i'm brave and sometimes not... going to stores, movies, sitting in the park, anywhere if there are people around who could see me if i let the top of my diaper show... at night, really late/early in the morning, i love walking around the neighborhood, wearing NOTHING but my diaper -- the thought that someone could see me, catch me, is incredibly thrilling. a couple of times, cars have gone by -- even at 3:30, 4:00 am on a quiet neighborhood street, and i've had to hide in the bushes, but that just makes it more fun. when i used to live in an apartment building, i loved walking the halls and staircases, even going down to the laundry room, in the middle of the night. the danger is just amazing feeling. i'll never forget the time i wet myself while wandering around the halls of my apartment building late at night -- i felt so incredibly exposed and vulnerable! AWESOME. i like going to the mall wearing my diapers under my clothes. there's this one mall, about 30 minutes drive away, that i love going to because there are nearly always nursing mommies in the food court! oh, man, do i love watching breast feeding when i wearing my diapies! and, ok, last thing: there is nothing better, for me at least, than when i wear my diapers in bed and my wife nurses me -- a couple of times (not nearly enough!!!) i got to nurse when she was breast feeding one of our babies and she had a LOT of milk, plenty to share with me, yay!!! nursing while wearing my diapers in bed -- does it get ny better than that???

I agree with those who have said "find the right partner, and the rest will follow" (in one way or another). You may never find an AB/DL girlfriend, but if you find a true life partner, by definition she will be accepting of the whole you. My wife isn't into diapers or AB lifestyle, but she loves me and therefore she is accepting of my interest in wearing diapers. Of course, I was too scared of losing her to be honest with her about my secret life, but, luckily (!) she was nosey & found my "hidden" stash of diapers, so i HAD to tell her! and man am I glad that happened! just keep looking for the right partner, it will happen some day, and when it does, you'll be able to share that part of your life with her. Don't expect she will take a similar interest in diapers, but if she loves you, she will want to make you happy, and that will include your diaper interest.

when my wife (then my girlfriend) found out about my interest in diapers -- by finding my diapers that I thought I had hidden well! -- she was so accepting and understanding, I just couldn't believe it. I had lived with my secret for years and had always been terrified of sharing my hidden side, I would never have told her voluntarily, and it blew my mind that she was so open and kind and accepting. this was nearly 20 years ago now, but I remember like it was yesterday. we went over to her apartment and she announced that she had to go shopping. she got out some paper and a pen, and said "so, what do we need to get at the store?" after listing a few things like milk and bread, she looks over at me and says: "and I think we need some Pampers, or should we get Luvs?" I stared, frozen, worrying she was making fun of me, but she wasn't. i stammered something about Pampers -- this was back when I made my own big baby-sized diapers by taping together several baby diapers -- and off we went to the store. i got such a rush, just being with her at the supermarket checkout, buying my diapers -- which I still remember, were size 5 Thick Pampers... and then we went back to her place, and she says "can I help, or do you want to get ready by yourself?" again, I was unsure and awkward, but decided to seize this opportunity -- "I'll get started, then I'll need your help, OK?" "sure," she says. so I made my diaper -- and let me tell you, I was good at it, I had perfected my design & technique over 6-7 years, working with those wonderful plastic-backed Pampers and Luvs, with their heavenly feel and smell, using strong, clear packing tape, so the final big diaper didn't really look like 7 Pampers (or Luvs) taped together, but just like an extra-extra-extra large baby diaper... so, anyways, I made my diaper in the bathroom, then came back to the bedroom, kinda hiding it behind my back. this was the moment, i thought, the first time i've ever held my diaper with someone else in the room (although I'd secretly worn my diapers around other people before, I'd never let anyone else KNOW about -- or SEE! -- my diapers) Nervously, I said: "ummm, so I need your help with, you know, getting dressed and all, so, uhhh, [blushing!] my diaper... umm, can you put my Pampers on me?" I shivered with pleasure, just saying those words, words I had imagined 1000 times but never thought I would say out loud! "of course, c'mere, let's get you ready for beddy bye!" first, she got herself ready, changing into her usual sleepwear of surgeon's pants -- and nothing else. i stripped down and lay on her bad -- which reeked of baby powder, her favorite scent (deodorant and a spray, perfume or eau de cologne or whatever you'd call it) -- and she put my Pampers diapers under me and pulled it very snugly into place, fastening it in place with the original Pampers tapes (I was proud of my design, the way I put my Pampers together you didn't need the packing tape to put it on, I could use the regular Pampers tapes). and then she was kneeling on either side of me, her generous, maternal breasts grazing my chest and face and, soon, pressing into my diapers, rubbing back and forth... and then she was just holding me and i was hugging her, holding on for dear life, so transported by this unbelievable fantasy come true I could barely tell if I was awake or dreaming, and it was just heavenly, the sense of total, absolute fulfillment and safety (and indescribable arousal, as well!) we haven't repeated this too often over the years, as we soon came to the conclusion that diapers are solely my interest and do little for her -- of course, she's happy to indulge me, pamper me, if you will -- but I don't want to be selfish about our sex life, so mostly I enjoy wearing diapers, and wetting my diapers of course, as a solo experience. but i am so happy that I have had the experience of being open and honest about who i really am, and having her diaper me, and sharing moments of passion with her while I'm wearing my diapers... I know how frightening it can be to open up and share what has probably been a very closely-held secret life, but it really is worth it. if your partner cannot accept your baby personality, or your fascination with diapers (whichever applies -- i'm way more DL than AB myself), is that really who you want to have as a partner? if you cannot share who you really are, or who you are some of the time anyway, i'd say you have less than a full partnership. you may come to the conclusion, as I did, that wearing diapers and/or being an adult baby will not be a regular part of your lives together, but even if it is just on "special occasions," you just don't know how "special" those times really are, unless you try to find out. I hope all of you DO find out someday!

this happened to me, when I was about 16 -- but, perhaps worse that your mom not talking about it with you, MY mom wanted to talk immediately. I'll never forget one question she asked: "isn't this psychotic behavior?" Of course, i wasn't confident enough or old enough to challenge her ("who does it hurt?") and this was before AB/DL sites started popping up all over the web, so I had NO IDEA that there were other people who shared my interests -- so I couldn't explain that to her either. (btw, the first time I realized that I hadn't invented diaper love all by myself was when I found the German magazine Couche (wish it were still around, it was very high quality). What a revelation, to find out that i was not alone! (which is to say, thanks for these forums...)

check it out -- and note the positive tone displayed by the columnist: http://www.slate.com/id/2191846/