HitorMiss

Oh, new set of concerns has arisen, actually. A friend of mine is going to meet this woman on friday. I hope it all goes smooth, but I'm sort of worried because she'll be older than us. I really don't have any problem being with an older woman in public - I like her a lot - but I'm sort of worried about my friend acting awkward or committing a faux pas. Obviously, we're not going to talk about diapers or anything, but I think it might still be a little weird. I'm more nervous about my friend accidentally making her feel uncomfortable than anything else. Here's hoping it goes well.

Thank you so much for the warm replies, it means a lot to me. I've been getting some static from the chat room because apparently this girl is all I talk about, and I've been trying to keep myself from just gushing constantly. I guess I do it, because I really only come to this site when diapers are on my mind, and when diapers are on my mind she's typically on my mind too. I don't mean to offend, I guess it's just an outlet.

Well it certainly ties into economic solutions. Plastic diapers are quite inefficient and wasteful, not to mention they pile up in dumps. The green solution is cloth.

That's certainly an interesting take, but one that isn't realistically one that most can hold. I envy your ability to not care what others think, I really do. Despite accepting who I am and generally not caring to let people in on my fetish, I still do care what others think. Like if my friends found out and rejected me, I'd be crushed. It's not black and white to me, I can value someone's input while avoiding their input of diaper fetishes. My trick is that I've figured out that I dont need others to approve, and thus don't seek out their input. It's sort of easier for me since I want simplesexual fulfillment from wearing diapers rather than to live the AB lifestyle, but I don't feel the need to clue people in on my personal actions. I guess I've learned true privacy - the need to share only with those I care most for. It's basically a mental change. I haven't done anything differently - when I didn't accept myself is not like I told people in my life what I did anyways. It's more like I've decided to not worry about telling others. It makes a huge difference for me, that mindset really repairs my mental health.

That never works for me. I can never work up the urge to express my fetish. The fear of rejection is paralyzing, which funny enough usually sabotage the relationship because it becomes pretty obvious that I'm hiding a significant portion of my life from the person I'm with. Looking for someone who is into the fetish first and starting from there was more logical to me and has been working better. I suggest using sites like this very one. The meeting place subforum seems to be set up specifically for this. You just have to be out going. Be honest, too. Spilling your guts to someone online can yield a powerful connection.

My own pee doesn't turn me on really as much as it serves as a reminder that I'm diapered, which itself is a turn on. However, when I change my girls diaper, the smell of her urine drives me crazy. I'm not into water sports our anything, but damn her wet diaper's stench is great. I haven't been able to identify why it's such a turn on, likely a combination of the fact that she had willingly submitted in such an intimate way coupled with yet another sensory reminder that my mate wears diapers, but it's great. I don't think this would apply if the urine was extra smelly though. So no asparagus urine lol.

I've been thinking quite a bit about fetishism and the sort of havoc it can wreak on people. Obviously some are more accepted than others - foot fetishism is practically mainstream compared to diaper fetishes, for example. Growing up, I had an extreme amount of stress over my own diaper fetish. I felt broken at times, like a freak. I feared rejection, and the one time my fetish came to the forefront - when I was caught by my parents - my fear was validated. A common, repeated wish of mine was to be "cured." For my fetish to vanish over night, for therapy to absolve me of my mental prison. I've since come to realize the destructive nature of this mode of thinking - it implies imperfection and inferiority. You can never find happiness until you are satisfied with your own worth. I know countless others wish they wouldn't have this affliction, this desire to wear diapers or diaper someone else, and/or act like a baby. I enjoy reading thought provoking material on the subject of self worth and I'm surprised to find relatively little discussion about coming to accept this fetish. It seems there are simply two groups of thought - those still struggling to come to terms with it, and those who already have, with little dialog between. Learning to accept this fetish is important. I learned the hard way that you can't be cured, that this never goes away. The best solution isn't to fight your subconscious but rather to stop hating what you are and learn to manage it. Managing is a broad term, it can mean simply learning when it's acceptable to engage in diaper play or being ok with totally submitting 24/7, and anything in between. I don't think managing can ever mean totally giving up the practice, unfortunately. The truck to managing is to love and accept yourself. There is no one way to do that. It came with a lot of self reflection for me. I guess I sort of logic'd my way to acceptance - realizing, for example, that gay people don't choose their orientation and can't change it, yet I don't think any less off them, for example. I applied that mode of thought to my own experiences and found solace. A general disdain for those who so often set agendas in this world also helped - if this leader can fuck up municipal matters so greatly and I disagree with him on every fiscal issue, why should I take his opinion on my sexual fetishism to heart? I guess I mainly learned to only care for my own opinions on things over those of others, and that lead to me listening to my own desires greater, and sort of figured out that I shouldn't judge myself for what I'd beyond my control, ultimately. Hence this topic. It took me ages to come to this sort of mindset that could grant me inner peace. I know others have experienced this as well. As a young man, I was often so confused by all of this that I would have killed to hear this sort of world view. Anybody else want to share their own thoughts on acceptance and what it had many to them? Their own personal journeys? I apologize in advance for any typos in this post. I'm writing it from my phone and the handwriting recognition on this thing isn't always the best.

Thanks for the support, guys. I 've been on a lot of forums where treating your topics like a blog is pretty frowned upon, and I don't want to upset any unspoken rules.

It depends on how big this fetish is to you, but for me I don't think I can go back to dating a woman not into diapers. i completely sympathize, though, because I was never bold enough to able to tell any of my girlfriends about my fetish. The fear of rejection terrified me. Eventually, I switched my plan around and decided to find someone into the fetish first, and see if it worked out from there.

Of wearing? The tightness I feel all around. It's so tight that every movement I make, every body shift I do gets felt all over the diaper. When I move my leg forward, for example, I can feel a counter tightness on the back of my right leg as the diaper stretches and contours. This is, of course, in addition to the sound factor because the diaper crinkles and cackles as it strains to cover my toilet area. When I wet, the feeling is even better because the diaper swells and gets thicker. A good, swollen diaper feels great, especially if I've soaked it to the point where every ounce of it is swollen.

I guess this isn't quite as interesting to everyone else as it obviously is for me. I'm sorry if I appear eager to talk about this, it's just been understandably on my mind. The nature of this site makes it the only place I can really converse about this, because I can't normally talk amongst my friends like we all normally do.

I found someone over on diaperbook, so I will swear by that site for life lol

Ooooh, another point I wanted to make - sorry for the double post - but since then, I came home and diapered myself and it definitely didn't feel the same. It didn't feel thrilling like it normally felt. For one, we were using ABU Cushies at her place which are amazing and only have depends at my disposal which, well, aren't. But beyond that, being in diapers by myself felt very lonely. It wasn't the normal rush. Should I keep seeing this girl, I guess it doesn't matter to me if the rush doesn't return. In fact, it's kinda nice being able to go through the day without pining to get into a diaper... although that sensation has now been replaced a desire to go be with someone else in a diaper. Either way, from here on out, this is definitely not a by-myself activity for me anymore. Saturday night changed my perception about this fetish quite profoundly.