justforfun

If you've been lurking a long time, you may have seen my posts before, but in case not, I'll point you to this thread, which I think had some thoughful insight. Here's my input: To answer your question directly, the impacts on my daily life were what I expected for about the first 10 years (~2000 to ~2010), which included meeting my wife and getting married, at about the age you are now. The positives and negatives were pretty predictable. In ~2011, though, my daughter was born. The addition of another person wearing diapers into the family changed a lot more than I expected, in ways that I had no way to predict a decade before that. There were a lot of highs and lows, and for a while I definitely had buyer's remorse on my, by that time, ancient decision. I've since come to terms with it, though, and I often wonder if I'd make the same decision then if I knew what I know now. In some ways, if forced me to become much more comfortable with who I am. On the other hand, it's caused huge amounts of stress, logistical issues, and so much else. comme ci comme ça.

When I had knee surgery I just asked the nurse during the pre-op consult what I should do. They suggested doing whatever I'm comfortable with, and suggested bringing "what I needed" from home if it would make me more comfortable. They've dealt with this many times before. Just ask.

Congrats on the milestone, and thanks for sharing your very entertaining stories, which are always well written. Here's to another five more soggy years, and many more.

I would speculate (with absolutely no data, mind you) that the the most important part of the training is convincing your mind that it's ok to wet, rather than waking. I remember listening to a number of hypnosis files that weren't so much "YOU WILL WET THE BED", but more, "It's ok, and not a big deal, so don't worry about if you do wet, or don't wet. It's all good". This goes to the same comments about being sure of no leaks, and so on, before being comfortable enough to allow the sleeping brain to let it go. A related part of that is the setting of a-randomly timed alarm (somewhere in the 2-4am range), where I would wake, immediately pee in whatever position I was in, then turn off the alarm and go back to sleep. Eventually I became less and less conscious of the waking, until I was just wetting and the alarm wasn't necessary. I was just thinking of a fun little electronics project... an 'anti-no-bedetting-alarm'. Modify a bedwetting alarm such that if it is _not_ wet by a random time, the alarm goes off and you have to wet to turn it off. I bet it wouldn't be too long until one started wetting before the alarm went off so that you didn't get woken up. ...Or maybe you'd just wet whenever you heard an alarm. *Shrug* who knows.

Incontrol carries the plastic version: https://incontroldiapers.com/tena-slip-maxi-european-incontinence-briefs/ They are my go-to diapers for traveling... I wear them on planes, etc, because they are thin enough to be discreet in public, reasonably comfortable, and able to take a full bladder hit if I fall asleep... I actually like the Ultima's better, but they are rarely available here in the States. I stock up when they are available... https://incontroldiapers.com/tena-slip-active-ultima-incontinence-briefs/

I trained myself back to sleep wetting about 20 years ago. It does sound like my experience is at least a little unusual, in that the fully-generalized sleep wetting resulted from the untraining. While I was mostly focused on wetting at night, what developed was a tendency to wet myself whenever I'm sleeping... diapered or not, including during naps on the couch/plane/etc. It didn't happen all at once, of course, but I learned through experience that my wetting is not limited to night, or only while diapered. I'm not sure why the "scope creep" occurred; while I was working to untrain myself I tried many, many things all at once (random alarm timing, many different hypnosis files, diapered and non-diapered wetting, and so on), so I'm not sure what lead to general sleep wetting, if there was only one thing. The training has also resisted several significant attempts to re-train, so whatever I did to myself all those years ago, it worked.

Echoing this. The bedwetting itself won't lead to daytime problems, but whatever is causing it, ranging from a UTI to Type II Diabetes, might. You should definitely see a doctor.

I just have to say how much I appreciate your writing! It's not often that I'm literally laughing out loud while reading!

I think you were asking Stroller, but I'm going to chime in anyway. Depending on your needs, there are a _lot_ of options. I know this thread is not about this, so I'll try to end with something on-topic. For night time, I find nothing works as well as pinned pre-folds. I have a stack of mostly Leakmaster pre-folds, but there are some other random diapers mixed in the stack and they are all similar. An important suggestion is to not get thick 'night' diapers, but use several thinner diapers. They are both easier to fold into something comfortable, as well as being much easier to wash and dry, which keeps the smells out. Plastic pants of course. For day time (when I might fall asleep in front of the TV, or naps, or such) I use cloth pullons. I have Kins and Leakmaster variants, and I usually use PUL pants. Again, thinner versions with an insert are easier to get clean and dry. I've tried pocket diapers, but they are more bulky and annoying than I like for day use and they don't have the side protection I need at night, so they are rarely used. To make this somewhat on topic... my personal strong preference, and what got me into diapers, is disposables (which is surprising because I was raised in the 70's and I know my mother used cloth on me.) My wife is the one that insists, for environmental reasons, on my use of cloth... so there is a low-grade grumbling if I make an excuse to wear a disposable, when in her opinion I should be wearing a re-usable. So I have to wear a diaper, but not one that, well, scratches the particular itch, if you know what I mean.

I can see that if one was traveling for leisure, it could be a fun quest to find new and interesting local diapers, shops that sell them, and so on. When I'm traveling, though, it's usually for business, and there is not time (and I don't have the energy) to spend on that. When traveling for leisure I'm with my family and I'm not given the time to track down diapers! Someday I hope to perhaps be able to take a trip where I was able to make time for diaper-related activities... but the lack of that time today is what makes it a downside...

Over the years, I've gone through highs and lows about how I feel about the decision I made to train myself back to sleep-wetting. The low was definitely a few years ago, when my daughter graduated from diapers, and I... didn't. From a mental health point of view, I was not in a good space. Though I only trained myself as far as sleep wetting, not 24/7, I agree that the traveling aspect is the most challenging. It's not the wearing itself, it's the carrying, acquiring, and otherwise managing the logistics of making sure that I have supplies, particularly when I'm on a trip with many stops over a longer period. I can imagine how much more challenging it would be from someone 24/7 dependent. Related to that... I use cloth at home, and have found a system that never* leaks and is (relatively) comfortable for me. When traveling I use disposables, which leads to a much higher probability of leaks, particularly when I'm trying to use whatever products I can find in some random country. Plastic pants, underpads, and other 'stuff' to help mitigate leaks takes even more space in luggage, and makes everything that much more annoying. Lastly, it is annoying how wearing a diaper interferes with intimacy. When I've already put a diaper on for the evening, things are very unlikely to happen, and certainly once it's wet any opportunities vanish. Making time for each other requires more planning, so that I don't happen to have a diaper already on when we're in the mood, but I don't wait too long for her to come to bed and fall asleep unprotected... *knock on wood...

Well, I can unequivocally tell you that the story of mine that they are selling is stolen. I did not give them, or anyone, permission to reprint it. I'll also note that the Bents are listed as editors on the Amazon listing, not just publishers, so they are a little more culpable than just "someone gave me a story to publish". They are in the "seriously slimy bad people" bucket, and I would like to find a way to make it very uncomfortable for them to continue to profit from their illegal activities. I have sent a note to them and have not heard back. I have also sent a message to Amazon, although I'm not sure I'm using the right path there. It's not something I'm dropping.

I chose 'other' because I have have gotten to the point of being unable to train myself out of sleep wetting - it's permanent, and I'm (sort of) happy with with that. I think that I would give it up if I could. My experience with that, and the realization that despite real efforts to re-train I will likely need to wear a diaper whenever I sleep for the rest of my life, means that I definitely wouldn't want to be fully incontinent. Realistically, just being a sleep-wetter means that I am in diapers quite a bit even when I'm awake, which 'scratches the itch', so to speak.

Better yet, reusable pads. After wetting on the couch a few times and causing some difficult-to-remove stains, my wife insists that I'm wearing a diaper if I'm settling into the couch, or my recliner, when there is even a small chance I might fall asleep. A chair pad is a usually there as a backup in case of leaks; a stack of them live in a drawer in the table next to the couch.

Thanks. I'll at least pursue the amazon part; I don't know where they get the bulk of their money, but I'm hoping it's the easiest, anyway...

Has anyone had any success in fighting the theft of stories? A member here pointed out that my story, "The Trainer" is being ripped off and republished for profit by a website "AB Discovery" https://abdiscovery.com.au/the-trainer-an-abdl-short-story/, who sells it both on the website as well as on amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Trainer-ABDL-Femdom-story-ebook/dp/B0CM7853N8 The Trainer: An ABDL/Femdom story Kindle Edition by Terry Masters (Author), Rosalie Bent (Editor), Michael Bent (Editor) Format: Kindle Edition Do I have any recourse other than complaining and public shaming?

Thanks! I'm glad people are still enjoying it! I did write a followup... kind of... but honestly it pretty much sucked, in my opinion. Not worth sharing. I should try again... someday...

https://www.news-medical.net/news/20210119/Study-finds-genetic-variants-that-increase-the-risk-of-bedwetting.aspx

Well, that was my intent. This was based on a dream I had... a fantasy within a dream... and I wrote it that way. That said, the story itself is something I found interesting, so I'm thinking about expanding that part. But yeah, it was meant to be a one-off. Thanks for reading it.

A great start to a story. Looking forward to it!

The story began. I had a relaxed smile on my face as my wife and I cleared security and headed to our gate. We were finally on our way to our second honeymoon after 20 years of marriage and we were both in a very good mood. I was looking forward to a few weeks away from the pressures of work, enjoying a first class trip to the parts of Europe my wife has most wanted to see. I had arranged the entire thing in secret and given her the itinerary for our actual anniversary a month ago, to her immense delight. My smile turned to a look of confusion as my wife pulled me in the direction of the family bathroom as we walked by, but I followed her as she took my hand. As the door closed, I turned. “Time for a quickie? Aren’t we a little old for that?” I started to pull her towards me, playfully. My wife laughed her little laugh, still making my heart happy after all the years we had been together. “We’re definitely too old for that. But I do have something that will need your pants down.” “Huh? What?” I watched as she unlatched a table from the wall. It was labeled “Assisted Needs Table, 300 lb limit”, the meaning of which I was still trying to figure out as she pulled a bag out of her carry-on, and from that bag pulled what looked like a… “Honey, what’s going on?” She continued to spread out what looked like a padded mat on the table, and patted it, looking at me with a smile. “Trust me. Sit here.” She patted the table, and gently guided me over to it. I allowed her to sit me on the table, which was at about chair height. She bent down, and I watched as she took off one of my shoes, and then the other. “Honey…” I was a little more nervous now… “Talk to me?” Instead, she kissed me full on the lips, and guided me back, rotating me so that I was laying on the table, her arm guiding my legs up and onto the table as well. Keeping her lips on mine, she began to unbutton my pants, and I was beginning to respond. My little brain started to take over, and having a certain set of expectations, began to forget about where we were, or what was happening, and just started living in the moment. Soon my pants and underwear were off, and she pulled away. “Do you trust me?” Her smile had turned into a more of a Cheshire-cat grin. I looked at her. “Of course I trust you… but…” I gestured down at my… um… situation. “Really, what’s going on?” “Well, you gave me this incredible trip, and really wanted to do something for you. Something I think only I can give you.” She reached into a bag. She pulled out a diaper. A large, white, very thick, diaper. She began fluffing it up with a loud crinkle. I had nothing to say, my mind locked on the fact that my wife was holding a diaper. And I had no pants on. And I was laying on a table. A changing table. A diaper changing table. On a diaper changing pad. “I remember the talk we had a year ago about why you wear diapers. Lift up,” my wife said, gently, and I did, still not understanding. “You told me about how they make you feel comfortable, and reduce anxiety, and just felt right. Down.” I lowered my rear onto what was the familiar softness and bulk of a disposable diaper. A disposable diaper that was clearly a thick, effective diaper. “Well, I remember you wanting it to be someone else who chose your diapers and was responsible, and so I couldn’t ask you, but I did some research, and these are supposed to last 10 to 12 hours, so this should last the whole flight. But I did bring some extras, just in case.” Her words swirled in my mind, still mushy from the sensual excitement that I had been headed towards, but was quickly being replaced by something else. I felt her pulling the diaper between my legs and moved my knees apart in response. My little brain was figuring out that the anticipated romp was not going to happen, but the feeling of the soft inside of a diaper being placed over the tip of what was at the moment the rapidly shrinking center of my sensual world was not helping with any sort of clear thinking. “You also told me that you felt a lot of guilt, which is why you don’t talk about this with me, but that when you were alone you played at being incontinent because then there would be a reason for you to wear diapers. It wouldn’t be your ‘fault’ because you needed them. Because you didn’t have a choice. You wanted to have to wear diapers.” I felt the diaper being adjusted, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a tape being opened, and felt the diaper hug me. Another tape was fastened, and then another. “And so, here’s the deal. For our vacation, I’m putting you in diapers.” The diaper was pulled firmly, and the last tape was fastened. “It’s not your choice, it’s not your fault, and it’s not your guilt.” She smiled, as I remained, still, speechless. Her voice took on a light-hearted tone as her fingers traced around the diaper, making sure that the leak guards were spread. “I’ve taken care of everything, I think, and so I hope this helps you relax, reduces your travel anxiety, and, in general, I hope you enjoy it.” She kissed me. “I, um.” I didn’t know what to say. She helped me sit up, and handed me my pants. The white diaper poofed out and crinkled as I slowly pulled them up, processing what she had said. “The whole vacation?” I slipped my shoes on and tied them, adjusting my pants around the fluffiness in my pants, and wiggled a little. “Yes, honey. I’ve arranged supplies to be shipped to the hotels we’ll be at, and made some other arrangements.” It felt like I had a pillow between my legs. Looking at myself in the mirror as we washed our hands, the diaper bulge was… well… I guess if I was looking for it, it was visible, but my shirt loosely hanging camouflage it pretty well. I knew, inside, this was something that I wanted… had always wanted… but this was my wife. “Honey, this is silly. I don’t need a diaper. I don’t want to wear diapers. Can we just stop this now?” My wife just smiled and shook her head, opening the door for us to leave. Leaving the restroom my wife looked at me as we walked, hand in hand, to the gate, the slight crinkle of my underwear barely audible if I tried to hear it. “You don’t really have much of a choice now. The only briefs I packed for you are the kind you’re wearing now. And the pair you were wearing are back in the trash. You are back in diapers now.” — As the plane climbed out and the flight attendant took our drink orders, I felt the bulk to the diaper I was wearing gently push my thighs apart in the comfortable first class seat. My crotch had something of an androgynous bulge, and I made sure my undershirt and dress shirt were arranged to cover the white plastic sticking over the top of my waistband, even though that was additionally covered by the blanket in my lap. I reached over and took my wife’s hand, leaning over the divider to be able to whisper in her ear. “Honey…,” I started to say, before she leaned forward and took a folded sheet of paper from her purse, under the seat in front of her. She handed me the paper. As I unfolded it, I realized it had been crumpled up, and then unfolded, as if discarded. I opened it. It was my “cheat sheet” that I had put together for “The Diaper Discussion” I had had with my wife a year ago. My daughter had just moved out to college, and I had decided that it was time to voice a part of me that had been repressed for 19 years. I had put this part of me on a back shelf while we raised a wonderful, and now independent, daughter but when we became empty-nesters the need came back. The discussion had gone… not well, and my wife had reacted very cooly for some time after. I had decided to not push things at the time, and continued feeding the need quietly, and in hiding, for the past year. I loved my wife, and sought acceptance, not an ultimatum. I’m not great at communicating under pressure, so the sheet I now held was the “FAQ” I had written and printed for my own use. I guess I had thrown it out after, and it now looks like it had been recovered. “I saved this after our discussion,” my wife said quietly, looking at the sheet. Her handwriting had been added in places, commenting on my own notes. “I think that’s the most honest you’ve ever been with me, or yourself, so I’m taking that as what you really want, despite any protesting or complaining you may do now. Ok?” I looked at the paper with some trepidation, as it was true that I had spent weeks before “The Diaper Talk” working on this, polishing it, trying to make sure that it was indeed the most “true” I could be to myself. And it was all laid out in my hands. I nodded. “You realize, honey, that some of this is… kind of extreme?” She laughed. “Nah, babe, I did a bunch of research online, and you’re pretty vanilla compared to some of the things I saw. You’re going to be fine. Trust me.” She gave me a quick, but meaningful, peck on the cheek and her hand moved to give my crotch a little squeeze. “Let’s have fun with this.” I looked more closely at some of her notes. Where my outline read, “Where do I buy them?” and listed a number of URLs and Amazon products that I had intended to use as examples, she had circled and highlighted a number of them, making comments about reviews of specific products from the shops. They were the most absorbent out there. I wondered which I was wearing. Where my outline read, “Where and when do I wear them?” and listed, “Traveling, to reduce anxiety”, “Planes, to reduce need to use bathroom and resulting stress,” and “Where no one knows me, just because it relaxes me”, she had highlighted and circled the section and made a big note, “->EUROPE TRIP.” And where I had noted, “How can you help”, and “Accept this as part of me”, and “Help remove guilt” she had drawn an arrow to “How to remove guilt”. In that section I had typed a number of items but she had highlighted, “Someone else tells me to wear them, because then it’s not my ‘fault’.” Her handwriting next to that made it clearer. “Put him back in diapers. Make him use them without a choice.” And, underlined twice, “Because _I_want_ him to wear diapers. ” I looked at her. She smiled at me with a devious smile. “Maybe it took me a little while to accept this, but it’s just a part of you, and I do love you, you know.” I flagged the passing attendant down, and ordered another gin and tonic. This was going to be an interesting trip. – I looked at my wife. She was… confused. She looked at me, the pages I had printed in her hand, a not-so-friendly look on her face. “What was I supposed to get out of this?” “I wrote it…” “Oh.” She looked down. “I’m not sure what to do with this.” And then I woke up.

As an introvert I'm often looking for an excuse to not do something social. While I only _need_ diapers at night, I often _want_ diapers during the day... And sometimes if it comes to a choice between a relaxing day at home in a diaper, or a stressful day at a social event, I'll choose the alone time. It's not "because of" diapers... But I let diapers be part of the mental equation... On the other hand, as far as my need for diapers while sleeping, I don't let that keep me from things I want to do. I won't let my need for diapers define what I can and cannot do. This is a set of circumstances that I fully realize is a complete contradiction in many ways. Welcome to my life.

About 20 years ago I trained myself to sleep-wet over the course of a year-plus, and did indeed become a reliable sleep wetter without losing waking continence. I seem to have trained myself simply that it's ok to pee when asleep. The challenge, as you may have picked up from my use of "sleep" and "wake", and not "bedwetting" or "daytime", is that I will often wet whenever I'm asleep, be that in bed as I had envisioned, but also on the couch if I fall asleep watching TV... or on airplanes... or in cars... or pretty much anytime I doze off. It's not an every-time thing, and depends on how full my bladder is, how tired I am, how long I sleep, etc., but it does mean that I need to be diapered pretty much anytime I might fall asleep. My experience is just my experience, of course, but that may or may not be what you're looking for...

Using reusables for an extended time has been an experience... I've been 24/7 since July 1st. Figuring out how to go out in public with discretion was definitely a challenge. There were a few times where it was important... business stuff... where I just wore some thin incontinence underwear and didn't use them until business was done to eliminate any risks, but I'm just doing this as a hobby for two months. For when I actually want/expect to use the diaper in public, it was suggested to me in another thread that snap-sided pocket diapers were a good option, as Stroller and others suggested above. They can be stuffed to an appropriate balance of discretion and functionality, but they definitely don't last as long as a equivalently-bulky disposable. In many cases, for me at least, that means changing is going to be necessary anytime I'm going to be out for more than a few hours. The snaps make for easy changes, and a backpack with a few pre-assembled pocket diapers and a waterproof bag for the used diapers makes for quick and easy changes. Onesies to hold them up are necessary, but I find that compression garments lead to press-out leaks too quickly by not allowing the cover to form the pocket around the cloth as effectively as some looseness (supported by the onesie). Loose cargo shorts and an un-tucked, short-sleeve button-down short over the onesie make for excellent camouflage. And yes, sun-bleached cloth diapers are regularly on the drying rack on my back porch. Definitely helps with the smell. Have fun!

Everyone is busy enough worrying about their own travel that they are really, really not worrying about anyone else. It's loud, it's busy, everyone is at least a little pissed off, and you don't know anyone. It's one of the easiest public places to wear discreetly. How you approach depends on your needs. The most important thing to minimize interactions with security is to be dry when you head through security. Even if you have TSAPre, there is a chance you'll end up going through the porn-o-tron and it will detect "something" in your groin. You may or may not recieve a "supplemental pat-down". If you are dry, either because you have not put a diaper on yet, or it's dry, the chance of anything happening is nil. After security, do what you need to do. Change into a diaper in the bathroom... it's loud, there are a lot of people, and no one cares. Bring few plastic grocery bags and use one to put the used diaper in, and just toss it in the bin on the way out. No one cares what you're throwing out. On the plane, I usually have a few diapers in small stuff bags. If I need to change (I sleepwet...) I take one of those, and my toiletries bag with my toothbrush and such and go to the bathroom. It takes practice to effectively change there, but it's possible. Onesies are great for traveling. I wear a onesie under an untuckit shirt. I wear BetterDrys and Mega Maxes and even my wife has to ask if I've had a chance to "get ready for a nap" yet. Relax, be discreet, but no one will notice anything... unless you forget to wear pants, and even then it's a 50/50.