beetle99

Ok, alright. I'll put in my four cents (inflation!) to this thread. I do understand what the OP is trying to say regarding diaper fetish and the correlation between diapers and trying to quit smoking/gambling/drinking/whatever other vices you have out there that are more damaging than diapers, yet while I agree with that analogy, there are other aspects of diaper wearing that we haven't explored yet in this thread. First, we'll get into the definition of the term 'Fetish'. a: an object (as a small stone carving of an animal) believed to have magical power to protect or aid its owner ; broadly : a material object regarded with superstitious or extravagant trust or reverence b: an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion : prepossession c: an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression One can broadly say that fetish applies to just obsessive love for diapers and something that has nothing to do with it sexually, which most ABDL's are in this category. Sexual gratification (SG) from diapers are "learned" when they are discovered at an age where they had the choice to pick something for SG and they decide to choose diapers as their outlet, either consciously or subconsciously (SC). Now, there's this group of diaper wearers that seem to be left out of this discussion: these people, like myself, had an interest - or remembers wanting to be - in diapers for almost all their life, I would say as early as age 3. In my case, I was 4-5 years old when I wanted to be back in diapers. This group of ABDL can't, and will never be able to give up diapers in any way at all. One can try to abstain it for a short while, but they WILL always come back to it eventually, usually within a few months after trying to abstain from it. It is something that we learned over the years that the desire to wear diapers are ingrained into our SC that we just can't get rid of it as 'easily' as someone who developed an interest in these things in their teenage years and beyond. I say 'easily' because we all know it's not easy to get rid of smoking, drinking, etc. - it doesn't go away overnight, it definitely takes years, perhaps decades. We can remove the fixation into these things much easier than trying to remove something that was learned SC'ly when we were toddlers/young kids. I am not sure who or where this one comes from, but it's common knowledge that a child sets their habits, personality traits, stuff like that in at or around age 7. Hope this helps.

Wow, good to know I'm not the only one with this issue.... well of course I knew, but it's good to see this thread! I've been diagnosed with depression (not sure which ones yet, my therapist is still assessing them as time goes by because some of the issues are coming to the surface since I started seeing her. My doctor has gradually prescribed me Wellbutrin (generic bupropion) for the last month and half, from 75 mg, 2x a day, then 150mg 1x a day. Starting today, I'm taking 150mg 2x a day - she wants to make sure that whatever side effects such as irrational fear and anxiety, whether they are multiplied with bupropion or not. If it does increase these two side effects (they're pretty serious, I would think... however I've had these way before I took the meds, so who knows) the doc would switch me to a different medicine - either Lexapro or Strattera. We'll see how that goes with my dosage right now. I'm going through an extremely difficult time, so many things in such a short period of time.

I definitely think it's mumbo jumbo too, and even when done properly and it actually fixes the issue of incontinence, I believe there is a HIGH chance that it will render males infertile. I view this kind of senseless theory as a part of Eugenics.

I created this name about 10 years ago solely for the purpose of using it for Fantasy Baseball on Excite (anyone remember them?!) - it comes with one thing that interested me the most at the time: I loved the new Volkswagen Beetle to the point where I really wanted to own one someday... nowadays I don't, LOL but I've test driven it once.. nice car though. The 99 comes from the year I graduated from High school. Go CLASS OF 1999! This year is (being Captain Obvious) the 10th Class Reunion for my High school(s), and I hope I can make it to one this October during a homecoming game. You won't find the real me if you search my name through Google, The Excite site has been gone for a long time. Also, there's another user somewhere out there on the web that uses the same username, and he's definitely not related to me at all! Would be bloody funny if any of you actually tried to contact him and tell him all about this site... he'll go !

I've been wondering about that, too. I will await others' reply on this matter. All I know is that when I got diapers that are far better than Depend (in my case, Molicare) - I could worry less about the amount of wetting, but yeah - I still worry about the flood aspect. Hope there's a solution to this.

I think it's time for you and your mom to put him in diapers until you resolve the issue with him. It appears that he will continue to soil in his pants again in the future, and I don't think your mom wants to deal with all the dirty clothes. Diapers are easier to deal with in the long run, as long as your mom place a boundary with him that he has to clean up the mess himself, not your mom or yourself. That might teach him some sort of responsibility and hope it works out for him in the long run where he will stop soiling himself. Wearing diapers doesn't mean he gets a free pass to soil himself all the time. He's going to have to face the consequences of cleaning up after himself sooner than later.

I can relate to few experiences of having an accident without diapers... one was when I was in elementary school and one when I had my own apartment (and I was wearing diapers from time to time, just not THAT specific day). When I was in elementary school, I was around 8 or 9 years old. I had just finished lunch where I drank at least 3 mini-cartons of milk as a dare with the other kids on my table (my classmates). One thing to note: I am lactose intolerant, I didn't realize that until 30 minutes after lunch in the classroom that I had to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD! I told the teacher that I needed to go to the bathroom, and she refused to let me go! She told me that I could wait until the end of the "period". Like hell I could hold off something like that, so I ran off to the bathroom right away, trying to hold in as much as possible. I made it to the bathroom, got in there and pulled my pants down as fast as I could before sitting down on the toilet. Unfortunately, the explosion started right before I sat on the toilet. Some of them ended up on the floor, a little bit in my underwear and most in the toilet. I was mortified at that point! I ended up staying in the bathroom (or more like hiding!) until the end of the school day because I was too scared to go out there with such things like that happening to me. After I allowed my teacher to come in, I had to clean up my mess. It wasn't fun at all. I learned my lesson to never try drinking too much milk. -- When I was 20, I had my own place where I was able to indulge in my diaper wearing desires, albeit at a limited usage out of the house because I was still afraid of anyone finding out about it - heck, I didn't even know why I liked wearing them, I just did. Anyway, I wanted to eat some lunch at the local Taco Bell one day. I did not have a car, so I had to walk to the restaurant. It was a 10 minute walk, through a small residential neighborhood, and walking between a (mostly) Women college and a hospital to get to Taco Bell. I ate some good food there (well, it tasted good, didn't say it was healthy for me!) and stayed there for 30 minutes before heading back home. Right in the middle of my walk back, I realized I needed to go really badly - and I couldn't really walk back to the restaurant because I knew I would never make it, so I tried to make a mad dash to the bathroom at home. I had 5 minutes left to get to my apartment so I ran as fast as I could while holding it in. I made it to the house, proceeded to walk up to my apartment, and tried to open the door. Somebody earlier said something about trying to open a locked door while holding it in... I agree with him as it was darn near impossible! As I tried to open the locks, I just couldn't hold it in anymore, I pooped messily while in my khaki pants and underwear. Poor underwear, it had to take so much load that day. I had to tip toe to my bathroom, and I was fortunate to not drop anything along the way. I hopped into the shower afterward - pants and all - to clean myself up. Let me tell you one thing, for such a true accident for me, it felt really good when I ended up losing control of my bowels like that. I know I'm weird, yet it was an exhilarating experience, though it's not something I would want to do again without a diaper.

I'm wearing a pair of Molicare Super Comfort Air Active briefs that I got it for an incredible price from a medical supply store. They're awesome! (The store and the diaper itself!) Although I'm not crazy about the sides being cloth-backed in a way, but the liners are pretty much the same as normal Molicares, with the purple being a little lighter this time around. Just wet it. What fun!