bbjones62

After years of hiding them

Fabines. I like to get at least 2

I had a few firsts. The first time ever buying something to wet were pull-ups. Not exactly a diaper but my intentions were the same. I got my drivers license at 16 1/2; had the pull-ups before 17. My parents and sister had gone away for some reason or other. I waited a safe amount of time after they left, then scooped up the keys to Mom's Taurus and headed to the supermarket the next town over. My reason for buying the pull-ups was that I needed *something* and I had actually clipped a coupon from the newspaper a few weeks earlier. This was important because I never had a job and was flat broke.

No idea. It's been with me as far back as I can remember. I wasn't abused as a kid. I came from a loving family. It just...is.

My first diaper was a pullup. I was 16, broke and I had a coupon. I don't remember my first wetting in an adult diaper pe se,

Don't know. Always liked diapers, the idea of wetting, and the way the felt both wet and dry. But the idea of acting like a baby or incorporating it into my diaper love was always repellant to me.

This was a fantasy of mine when I was in middle school, so yeah, Victory!

5 or so. When I was a young lad, knee high to a grasshopper, my mother dropped me off at a friend to be taken care of. I was young, about 4 or 5. Occasionally, others would have their children put into her care. One day I was playing with a little girl a bit younger than me when she wet her pants. When the babysitter found out, she was put back into a diaper. Until that point, it never occurred to me that that was an option. I had my own accident a few months later; it was unintentional, as I never had the guts to do something like that on purpose. I remember telling her to not put me in Pampers, in the hope that she would. Alas, she followed my request. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. By the time I was 6 and had started school, I was trying on some spares my mother kept around after toilet training my sister. I had a good 30 minutes to myself. I sure didn't understand why I liked wearing them, just that I did.

Not as frequently. On average, once every two weeks. I'm more of a quality, not quantity typ of fetishist.