mike indiapers

I woke up wet this morning in my soaked diapers. I went to bed dry and wet throughout the night. It makes me feel so comfortable and secure waking up in a dry bed, yet having the feel of my wet and warm diapers hugging my body .

Bambino Bellissimos are my favorite diaper.

I wore diapers fulltime until I was 5 and continued wearing at night for bedwetting until I was 10. My mom always diapered me in the evening usually after my bath. I would go into my room and my mom would have my diapers and plastic pants laying on my bed with pins, diaper cream and baby powder on my dresser. She would make sure I was throughly dry and lay me on my bed and diaper me just like a toddler including applying ample amounts of diaper cream to my bottom. I was always double diapered for bedtime, so I would have this huge diaper bulge under my pjs for the rest of the evening. I would go to bed snug in my diapers and wake up wet every morning. During the weekends, I stayed in my wet diapers watching cartoons until my mom woke up and took off my diapers. I never diapered myself in my youth and it was always my mom, aunts or babysitters that diapered me.

If the first place you go in the grocery store is a stroll down the diaper aisle, you might be an ABDL If you get that nervous feeling in your stomach at the mention of the word "diaper", you might be an ABDL If mommy means more than your biological upbringing, you might be an ABDL If you look for places to hide baby things as an adult, you might be an ABDL If you look forward to that bulky feeling between your legs, you might be an ABDL If you enjoy diaper commercials on TV and find yourself scanning the channels for the latest pampers ad, you might be an ABDL If you go right to the advertisement section of the Sunday paper to find the pampers and Huggies coupons, you might be an ABDL Double the likelihood of the above if you don't have young children

Angela, have a safe and enjoyable time down under and I look forward to hearing all about your trip and adventures when you return stateside. I will miss your contributions while you are away and have taken notice of your absence as of late - you are missed. Cheers. Mike.

Thank you for stating this very traumatic experience and it just reminds us of the fragility of life and randomness of events. I hope you are feeling better and that you can carry on. I treasure life and all it brings, but know it is not forever.

I grew up in the early 1970s when there was a large shift from cloth diapers and plastic pants to plastic backed disposable diapers. I wore diapers late into childhood and my Mom used both types on me, preferring double cloth and plastic pants at night for added absorbency and disposable diapers during the daytime for convenience. I grew to prefer plastic backed disposable diapers and got attached to them as a diapered child. Today, I have the same preference because they remind me of happy times, I.e. I love the look, feel, and crinkle of the pampers I wore as a child that I now get from wearing AB diapers like bambinos. I only wish that I could get the same smell I remember from a freshly opened box of pampers that often permeated my room as a child.

I had to re-potty train as a child after my mom returned me to diapers when I was 4 years after having too many accidents. Apparently, the arrival of my baby brother and a move across country, coupled with IBS that was not diagnosed until later, were too much for me and I regressed with my initial potty training as a 3 1/2 year old (I barely remember other than wearing training pants and underwear). I do remember the day I was put back in diapers for good after a particularly messy accident while out shopping. My mom had enough and I was returned to diapers 24/7 and continued to wear them until right before I started kindergarten and was almost 6 years old. My mom tried to re-potty train me a few times before then, but I had grown very attached to my diapers for the comfort, security and attention they brought me and had no interest giving them up again. It wasn't until my mom forced the issue with school that I reluctantly compiled and gave up my daytime diapers for the potty. Once I was re-potty trained, I still wore those all in one plastic backed training pants to school just in case, but my daily diapers were gone. I remember being taken to the potty many times to go poop and pee and missing the freedom I had with my diapers. Now I couldn't play without interruption and felt going potty was a hassle. I much preferred being in diapers and having them changed when necessary.

I remember my mom checking my diapers during childhood. She would usually ask me if I was poopy by smelling the air and before I could answer she was checking the back of my diaper to confirm. I was told to come over to her to check. I found diaper checks to be very embarrassing and it made me feel so little, but I loved the attention and knew they always led to my diapers being changed. Public diaper checks were also a source of extra attention and confirmed that I was Indeed wearing diapers for those around us still unsure. I wore diapers fulltime until I was 6 years old, so I have lots of memories from those days.

MikeyABDL

I was put back in diapers as a child for having too many accidents and this caused me to become attached to them for good.

My mom put me back in diapers for having numerous potty accidents when I was 4 years old and I remained in them until right before I started kindergarten after age 5. My mom found full-time diapers easier than cleaning up accidents and I got used to being in them again as an older child. My mom was not discreet about my diapers and at times I would become embarrassed about my situation - e.g. public diaper checks and changes or times when other kids or adults asked about why I wore diapers at my age. At some point during my time in diapers, I grew attached to them as a source of security, comfort and extra attention. Once I was finally potty trained for good, I missed my diapers and grew envious of toddlers I would see still in them. Those feelings manifested themselves into my adult ABDL persona today.

I have lots of memories from my early childhood before I was potty trained. This is mostly due to the fact that I was finally potty trained just before I started kindergarten when I was 5.5 years old. My mom attempted to potty train me just before the arrival of my my little brother when I was 3 years old, but the new baby and a move across country were too traumatic for me and I regressed from my initial potty training. After too many accidents, my mom got frustrated and returned me to diapers on a permanent basis. I remember the day it happened and have lots of memories being in diapers, having my diapers changes and heightened emotional situations where being in diapers were either somewhat embarrassing or extra comforting. I remember one time when I was playing at the city playground with other kids around the age of 5 and I felt the urge to go potty in my diapers. I climbed up the monkey bars and loaded my diapers in semi privacy and tried to avoid the other kids. One of them must have smelled it because they ran over to where my mom was sitting with the other moms and told her. My mom walked over to the playground and asked me to come down to check my diapers. I was so embarrassed. She told me I was stinky and needed my diapers changed and marched me over the grassy area where she was camped out with her group. She normally changed me in the back of the car when in public settings, but this time she had all my diaper supplies handy because my little brother was there too. She told the other moms I needed a diaper change and laid me on a blanket in front of them. I remember feeling like I was the center of attention as she took off my shorts exposing my diapers and changed me just like a toddler. Once I was in a fresh diaper, I was sent back to play on playground, but I really didn't want to be there anymore and felt so little and exposed from the whole experience. The other kids treated me like a toddler. I remember another time when we were at the beach as a family and I wanted to go over to the tide pools and see all the crabs and sea creatures. My mom didn't want my clothes to get wet, so she stripped them off so I was only in my diapers and sneakers. I felt a little exposed but the thrill of new discoveries outweighed being self conscious at first so I ventured over to the rocks and tide pools to look at crabs. I remember the sun glistening on my diapers which were wet from the ocean spray and when I kneeled down, I remember how bulky my diapers seemed between my legs. Soon a group of older kids joined me and I got self conscious about being in my diapers and ran back to the sand area where my family was gathered. I begged my mom to dress me to cover my diapers and she toweled me off and once dry, put on my shorts over my diapers. I played in the sand the rest of the time at the beach and I remember looking over at the tide pools and rocks and wishing I was still there with the other big kids. It was a moment where I felt my diapers were holding me back from growing up and playing with kids my age and I wanted to be out of them. Soon thereafter, my mom finally potty trained me over the summer before school started and I remember having very mixed emotions about giving up my daytime diapers (I still wore them at night for bed wetting). I was excited at first to be like all the other kids and felt like a big kid graduating from diapers to training pants to underwear. A short time later, I started to miss my diapers and all the attention that came with being in them. I remember seeing other toddlers still in there diapers and wishing I was them again. I struggled with these feelings and was more than happy to be diapered at night to get some of those experiences back. I looked forward to my nighttime ritual of being put in diapers and tried to stay in them as a long as possible in the morning. I felt special being in my diapers and liked the attention of my diaper changes. When I got sick or had accidents, my mom would periodically diaper me during the day and I was in heaven. Those were wonderful memories.

I was very late to potty train as a child and always seemed to have issues with control growing up. My mom's response was to keep me in diapers and I equated diapers with my potty. As an adult, I relate to being a 3 to 4 year old little boy that is still not potty trained. When I age play, I lose all interest in the potty and use my diapers just like I did growing up. I am spending more time in diapers and would go 24/7 if it weren't for work and other things where wearing diapers are inconvenient, e.g. working out. Potty training was always an issue for me and I remember feeling much more relaxed and comfortable being in my diapers and not worrying about having an accident. I had very little warning of BMs as a child and it was so much more convenient and stress free to use my diapers.

San Diego and I have loved diapers all my life, over 45 years.

I was diapered for long car trips until 2nd grade. I recall traveling across country when my family moved from California to the Midwest the summer before I started 2nd grade. I was still wearing night diapers for bedwetting and had occasional daytime accidents, so my mom decided that diapers would be better for me during our travels. She diapered me before the trip started and when we arrived in Arizona to visit my grandparents along the way, I remember being self conscious about being in diapers. I remember arriving in the afternoon and getting out of the car in my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. My mom decided to keep me diapered since we were all tired from the car trip and I would be going to bed early. We stayed a few days and I was diapered for the remainder of the trip to our new home.

I was returned to diapers fulltime by my mom when I was 4 years old after having too many accidents due to the stress of a new sibling and move across country. I remember being upset at first about having to wear diapers again and feeling very self conscious about it because of my age. My mom found that fulltime diapers were easier than cleaning up constant accidents and I remained in diapers until I started grade school. At some point, I started to connect to my diapers and didn't want to give them up. Around my 5th birthday my mom tried to reintroduce potty training to me, but I would have non of it because my diapers were a source of comfort, security and way to get extra attention at home and at preschool. I finally was potty trained right before I started kindergarten and missed my daytime diapers. My mom returned me to diapers for having accidents a handful of times after being officially potty trained for the second time, but I wore them for short periods of time and more as a remainder to use the potty next next. I am positive these incidents contributed to my ABDL feelings today.

Bravo. An excellent ending to an amazing story that is every little diaper boy's dream - to having a loving wife that enjoys diapering her husband. Sam and Jess were excellent characters and your writing brought them to life. I thoroughly enjoyed Sam's slow regression and final acceptance of his diapered destiny. Jess seems to be very happy having her little diaper boy by her side, without the worries that other wives have of their husbands. Thank you, NewGuy, for entertaining us with your story and I hope you are inspired to write and publish again in the not too distant future. Here is to Sam And Jess.

I love waking up in my wet and warm diapers.

I remember being humiliated with diapers a handful of times after I was finally potty trained and attending school. I had lots of issues with control and potty trained relatively late, at age 5 1/2, just before I started kindergarten. I had not mastered the potty and was prone to having accidents. My mom thought my accidents were on purpose and had grown tired of them to the point that she threaten to return me diapers if my accidents continued - which of course they did. My first memory of diaper humiliation happened after I pooped my pants because I couldn't make it home from the bus stop in time. I came into the house crying and was confronted by my mom, whom quickly discerned my predicament. She undressed me and put me in the bath tub with luke warm water while going off take care of my clothes. She returned and got me out of the tub and led me to my room where I saw diapers and plastic pants waiting for me on my bed. I remember protesting because I finally felt like a big kid wearing underpants, but she would have none of it. She put me on my bed and diapered me in thick double diapers and pulled on the plastic pants. She put a tshirt on me and told me to get used to my new outfit saying to the effect that if I acted like a baby, I would be treated like one. I felt so little and humiliated standing there in my exposed diapers. I wore them for the next few days until she decided my punishment was over. This type of diaper discipline happened over the course of the next few years until I stopped having accidents. In second grade I remember coming home from fishing in a near by pond in messy pants and my mom repeated the diaper punishment routine on me. This time she insisted I wear my diapers under my clothes when we went shopping and I remember feeling so self conscious that everyone knew I was in diapers. I walked with a slight waddle and tried to pull my shirt down over my pants. She told me that it was safe to go potty in my pants, so I did until I was finally taken out of my diapers again. I remember looking at myself in my diapers in front of the full length mirror and feeling like a big baby. This definitely contributed to my strong ABDL feelings today. I have many more memories of being in diapers as a child.

I am thrilled to see the latest addition of Sam and Jess posted - what a great new chapter. It is clear that Sam continues to regress to the age of a toddler by losing control of his bladder and bowels and being so dependent on Jess. His emotions and outlook are taking on the characteristics of a toddler too, being so fragile and frightened when he loses Jess in the store and wonders about in a stinky, loaded diaper, just like a lost toddler. Jess has a full time toddler now and I can't wait to read what happens next. Well done.

There is a new AB daycare that just opened up in Southern California called Absolutely Delightful that fits your description above. It is very authentic with lots of activity, toys and very attentive caregivers to bring out the AB in us littles. I visited this daycare last week and was very impressed with the details and thoughts that went into it. It caters to ABs and is set up to provide a wonderful and reoccurring opportunity for littles to get lost from all the pressures and distractions in the adult world. I spent a full day 9-5 pm there and by the time my day was over, I was so relaxed and at peace, it was better than any spa visit I ever tried. It is an AB paradise. The owners are ABs themselves and are the nicest people. I encourage those interested in an AB experience to look them up and schedule a visit. Feel free to PM me for details or if you have any questions.

Bambino Teddys and Bellissimos.