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I would need something as a scale to determine just how big they really are and how much they hold. Also would be nice to know if the handles come off separately from the nipple collar. Personally, I like the look of them as simple as they are, maybe just a way of telling how much they hold vs how much baby has drank. I took a nalgene water bottle that had the gradient scale on the side for liquid measurements and cut a hole in the lid big enough to fit a nipple through so now I have my own baby bottle that holds 32 oz/ 1000 ml's.

If I wanted to be dry, I would use the Potty. Diapers are too expensive to not use them to their fullest potential so I like to wear my diaper until it can hold any more of my time clock for wearing comes to a close.

SUMMER!! Wearing diapers in the summer can be mighty unpleasant. Being a Female on Diaper Servers/Chat rooms! Too many men think that just because you are a female (naturally born or otherwise) that you are only there to be their new MOMMY! The don't understand that some women like to wear diapers too and some want to be a baby themselves. On top of that, Some men also aggressively start pursuing female ABDL's because they think they are entitled to do so. Can't tell you how many messages I have received in the past from Lurkers who don't even bother to say "Hello" before they ask if they can get/give a virtual diaper change/"Will you be my Mommy?"

I didn't vote because too many answers fit for me. Sometimes a big pinch in the front of the diaper is how I tell its time to change it BEFORE it leaks or the excess bulk of it says its time to part ways. Other times, it starts to leak and I have to address the situation before I ruin the furniture. Sometimes It because my husband is due home and I don't want him to catch me in a diaper (he doesn't play nice with others) And there are times when a #2 is knocking at the door and it is just easier to remove the wet diaper than try to clean up a messy one. (Not a real fan of soiled diapers)

Strangely enough, I actually buy my diapers on Amazon so I can use my cash back points on my credit card and pretty much get my diapers for FREE! That said, I also choose diapers that I can have delivered on specific days. I only get to wear Monday night - Wednesday Evening (while Hubby is away) so if I am low on diapers, I want them to arrive while he is gone so I have less explaining to do. Free Shipping with arrival on Tuesdays. Aside from that, I like my diapers to be functional but I don't want to wear boring Hospital/Medical grade diapers either. If I am going to be a baby girl, i want to dress the part right down to my pretty pink bum cover. Most of the time my diapers are covered up by my clothing anyway, but knowing I am wearing a squishy pink wet diaper under my jeans just makes me happy so WHY not if they cost the same?

The first time I found out I was not alone wanting to wear diapers, dress and act as a baby, I was about 25 yrs old and was at home alone watching the "Sally Jesse Raphael Show" She had on a group of Adult Babies that were all dressed as babies, drinking from bottles and using diapers. My immediate thought was "Oh my god, I'm not the only one!" I had never checked out any publications regarding it, never heard of Munches or any of that but had no way of reaching out to any of these groups but knowing I wasn't alone made me feel so much better about my secret desires.

I don't know why. I was hoping that since he and I had both been bedwetters into our teens, that he would understand or relate to wanting to wear them, but I was wrong. I guess since my family had used diapers to try and control my bedwetting (through humiliation) and his parents took a more scientific route, it never became something he bothered to try. I also suspect that he believed it was a passing fancy, something I was "Trying" but in reality, I have had a love of diapers most of my life. Its not going away. When he initially played along, he thought it was a more sexual thing that he would get to exploit for his own pleasures, but when I told him I wanted to wear more 24/7, he grew concerned on several different levels. Once he started making fun of me for wearing them, I knew I was better off keeping him out of my diaper time and went back to wearing them alone and in secret. I still keep a stash of diapers where he can find them but I also don't leave any used diapers in a specific trash can (AKA diaper pail) any more either. I wrap them up tightly in small plastic bags and hide them amongst the regular trash any time I wear. Luckily for me, he stays on our boat a few nights a week to shorten his commute to the office on days he has in person meetings. I was hard to wear diapers during Covid here in the U.S. because he was here ALL the time and so was our youngest child. I never had a moment to myself.

Wish i could have selected more than 1 answer. My first discussion with my husband went really, really well. He had no idea I had not only been wearing diapers off and on for years, but he also didn't know I was wearing one at the time I confessed to him either. He was really intrigued and had a lot of questions for me about them. (They were only Depends at the time) He even wanted to partake in my diaper play. At first it was me showing them to him, then he dared me to wet one while he watched the wetness indicator change colors. Eventually he even changed my diaper and once he asked to wear one. I thought I had finally broken the barrier between me living out my fantasy as an Adult Baby and staying closeted for life. After a few months of off and on again diaper wearing and him changing me, he started to change how he felt about my diapers. At first, he would only put one on me if it meant we were going to have sex (kind of defeats the purpose if I don't even get to keep it on very long) and then he started to mock me for wearing them. Said he was concerned that I might do harm to myself, become dependent on them if I wore them too long or too often. Then he told me they were a waste of money. After that, I stopped talking to him about my diapers. I stopped wearing them in front of him too. I never bring up the subject and always make sure when I order a new pack, he won't be home when they arrive. I still keep them in the same place so if he ever changes his mind and wants to play along, he'll know where to find them, I just don't bother to ask any more.

Baby oil is used to keep your babies from Squeaking! LOL Sorry, had to say it. Baby oil is a moisturizer and also a repellent. My son used to get a really bad reaction from swimming in my in-law's fresh water pond. We discovered that small fresh water clams had started to multiply in the water and we suspected that was the cause of his rash and dry, scaly skin. We started using baby oil on him before he went swimming and it prevented the reaction from getting any worse and helped to heal his skin at the same time. In the 70's, people also used baby oil to get deep dark tans. Most of those people have skin cancer now or look like leather bags. Just kidding. But it is not advised to use it for tanning.

Since I am responsible for my own diaper changes and most often have some sort of clothing on over my diapers, the wetness indicator is rather useless but if it enhances the design ahead of time, I don't mind. I just wouldn't pay extra for a diaper that has one over one that doesn't. Perhaps if I ever get my Hubby to play Daddy again, I might change my mind and stock up on some for his sake.

Yes, I wish I could tell more of my friends and family and have it accepted. Unfortunately there are narrow minded people in this world (and in my family) that would find fault in it or may even misconstrue it as perverted or dirty. I have only trusted my spouse with my secret and He doesn't play along or truly accept it so I only wear when he is out of the house. Would I like to be able to: Openly discuss cool and new ABDL gear and Diapers ? Absolutely. Who doesn't like talking to people about common interests Be able to consensually and openly wear diapers or ABDL clothing around other people? Definitely. some of it is so comfy and cute. Have my diaper checked? Yes, please. It would be great if it could be done in public without alarming the media or crazy people. Be reminded to change or bring extra diapers with you No, I don't want to be reminded. I want some one to tell me its time for a diaper change and then have THEM change my diaper. Be reminded to bring extra diapers with me? Sure, I would be happy to pack my own diaper bag. Be able to share that I am an ABDL with others? If the world wasn't so full of judgmental people who think everything that isn't Vanilla is wrong, than I would be happy to share my ABDL desires with the world. Discuss what being an ABDL means to me: its a way of reliving my childhood, destressing from Adulthood, recapturing something I lost a long time ago and an all around comfort I don't find elsewhere in life. Other: I would love to find a ABDL vacation spot that would let me live out my fantasies of being a true AB for a week or weekend. I would love to be able to sleep in a crib and have my diapers checked and changed for me. To experience life as diaper dependent, bottle/pacifier sucking, cared for baby and meet other like minded individuals.

Maybe a different title should include "Spouse" instead of "Wife" and maybe an option called "Other" "Its Complicated" or "We have an agreement" because I kept it from my HUSBAND, for many years even though I have been a lifelong diaper lover. When I finally told him, he was in disbelief than accepted it and even asked to play "Daddy" for me a few times. He even asked to wear one but he could not get use to it enough to use it properly. After several months of me occasionally wearing around the house in front of him, he became concerned that i would develop a real dependency/need for diapers or end up with kidney issues. That made him become disapproving and he eventually started mocking me for wearing a diaper. I guess he hoped it was a passing fancy. Its not. I stopped asking him to participate and eventually went back to my old habit of wearing when he isn't home. I don't feel like I am lying to him because he knows I keep a stash of clean diapers and where to find them at any time and where i deposit my used ones. So our arrangement is that I don't get on him for his using chewing tobacco and he doesn't mention my diapers but if at any time he wants to play "Daddy" he knows he can and how much I would enjoy it. I would even Share and let him wear one again if he wanted to.

"Hello, Old Friend. Its been awhile since we last wet....met!"

First on my list would be a crib or a cradle. Love the idea of being rocked to sleep. Next would be a proper changing table with a place for all my diapers and baby creams, lotions and wipes with storage for my baby clothes. A Girl has to eat so I would love a high chair with a locking tray. I needs to be tall enough to make my feet dangle off the floor. Then I would want a baby swing and a BIG rocking horse. Actually, I have always wanted one of those big rocking horses. Lastly, I would want a toy box to store all my baby toys in. But before I could ever dream of having any of that, I need a Secret Nursery to put them all in and lock the world out of. I've actually thought about renting a storage locker and turning it into my Nursery away from home. Just don't have the funds to rent one.

I would advise you to just start wearing every now and again when you go out to take a walk or do errands like grocery shopping. You'll have a shopping cart to help conceal you and any crinkle your diaper makes. Don't focus on having to wet your diaper until you feel comfortable just wearing it out of the house. After a few times of realizing that no one is looking to see if you are wearing a diaper, you will become more comfortable and then you can try wetting it if needed. Movies are a great place to start wetting in public because you are seated most of the time, its dark, you are there for +/- 2 hours and if you buy the super-sized beverage, you won't have to miss the good scene when its time to "GO." Have fun with it. I like to stroll through the Baby Dept. in Walmart when I wear/wet in public.

As a teenaged girl (way back when) that was the "IN" costume to wear. Just a large pair of footed PJ's and hair in pigtails carrying a teddy bear. You instantly became a Baby. A few years ago, the family was invited to a Halloween party and I was the only one without a costume. I went into my private stash of AB clothes, put on a diaper, tights and one of my baby girl dresses, put a pacifier in my mouth and did my hair in pigtails. I was so nervous the whole night. I figured someone would challenge me to wet/mess my diaper or figure out that this wasn't really a costume but actually everyone loved my "Costume" and asked where I got it. A simple "I bought it on Ebay" was all it took and everyone seemed so impressed.

Although I have several pairs of footed pajamas, I find them hard to sleep in because I get way too hot in them. When I'm diapered, I don't want to risk having someone walk in my room and see me in all my diapered glory (I tend to toss the covers off while sleeping) so I like to wear a onsie to bed because unlike a t-shirt or nightgown, I know it isn't going to ride up and reveal what I wanted covered in the first place. Normally I don't wear PJ's to bed because I don't like how they ride up at night but a onsie fixes all that.

I, like many of us, used bathroom towels and plastic shopping bags to make diapers. I would cut holes in the bottom of the bag to stick my legs through once my towel diaper was in place and pulled the bag up over it than use my pants to hold the whole thing in place. I also would steal diapers from my baby sister's changing table and after she potty trained, I would use several of her doll's diapers taped together but they never worked very well. Funny how my Mother would buy diapers for my sister's Cabbage Patch Doll but not for me and she never questioned why Mary Elizabeth (or what ever that doll's name was) went through diapers so fast. I was a teenager when they first started carrying adult disposable diapers in the grocery store. I had seen them in the pharmacy so many times and in the Sears & JCPenney's catalogs but was always afraid to buy them. Once they were in the supermarket, I didn't feel as nervous for some reason.

Thanks AbabeBill, I know that there is no going back to change the past or fix those memories and even if I could, would I still be who I am today if I did? It has taken me all these years to accept that those things are all just moments in time that something bad happened and it is easier to remember those bad memories than the Happy ones because usually the happy ones don't leave emotional "Scars." I just know that if I could change them, the one thing that needed to change was ME. I needed to stand up for myself and request or demand what would have made a better outcome for myself. It is why I strive to be a better person in all the things I do today.

Oh to turn back time and go visit a time in my past would be so delightful but rather than just one day, I would like to visit several days. I would love to go back to a time to see myself as a real baby girl being cared for, diapered and dressed in all those pretty little baby girl dresses that my mother used to put me in, see myself cradled in my father's enormous arms and tucked sweetly into my crib. I would also like to revisit the night I was about 6 or 7 years when my parents had finally had enough of my nightly bedwetting a put me in one of my baby brother's diapers, sealed it tight with duct tape and made me go back to bed. If only I could whisper to that scared version of myself and tell her that "it's okay to wear diapers and later you will really enjoy them." Another date in time I would like to visit is when I was in the hospital after another bladder infection. I want to see myself being rolled down the surgery hall and watch as the doctors put me under and did whatever they did to me because to this day, I have no idea what they did because I have no scars from any surgery and my mother never speaks of it. The only thing I do know is that when I woke up, I was in a giant metal crib with the bars all the way up in the recovery room and the nurse wasn't there to come to check on me. Again, I would like to comfort that young version of myself and tell her "Relax, enjoy this time because sooner or later you are going to want to relive this." Maybe I would like to visit my 6th grade self and give her the courage to walk out of the classroom when the Substitute teacher said I had to "Wait my turn to use the bathroom." That young girl wouldn't have wet her pants leaving a lake of urine under her chair and earning the nickname "Puddles" for the next 6 years. If I could visit my teenage self, I would watch as she made make-shift diapers out of old towels and plastic bags and whisper to her "Just buy some adult diapers at the pharmacy." Maybe I should tell her to ask Mom to buy her them so she won't have to worry about bedwetting every night or having to skip the slumber parties for fear that she would pee all over her sleeping bag again. Maybe I would tell her to wear a diaper on the day of her brother's wedding so that when the photographer made her stand outside on a cold October day for hours just so he could capture "just another roll of film," she wouldn't end up peeing all over her bridesmaid gown and ruining her shoes. Going back just to witness the joy of being a baby seems so easy but to silently witness the rest of my days would be torturous if I could do nothing to change them. So never mind, I don't want to travel back in time just to observe what once was.

I would not take it because I like wearing diapers when I can. What I would like is a cure for all those people who see it as wrong, dirty, degenerative or as pedophilia. My desire to wear and wet my diapers is more of me wanting to be a baby, not harm one or anyone for that matter. I want to be accepted as who I am, not what I chose to wear or what I do in what I choose to wear. I don't need to be cured, I need to be accepted.

I would just like some T-strap shoes like I used to wear as a little girl.

Most people wouldn't know that I battle depression because I am always trying to make others laugh or smile, but those that are really close to me know that I can go to dark places in my head and have trouble escaping them again. Oddly enough, wearing diapers and "baby clothes" has helped me deal with it a bit over the years. I've always appreciated my alone time before because it seemed so rare but as my kids got old enough to go to school and Hubby's work schedule had him coming home at predictable times, I knew I could plan to spend my "Me Time" doing what I wanted or needed to do. Then a few years ago, my daughter and her fiancé moved in with us to save money for a place of their own and school. It was only supposed to be a few months but it turned into nearly 4 years with her fiancé in and out of work half a dozen times or so and never keeping a consistent schedule that I could count on. I started feeling invaded upon all the time, like he was taking something precious away from me, something no one else knew about; my diaper time. I snuck diapers into my house and wore them when I felt desperate and could get away with it but lived in fear that someone would "catch me" and I didn't dare wear any of my obvious baby clothes. About a year ago, my son moved out of the house and 3 hours away from home freeing up a bedroom. I decided that room could become my secret nursery of sorts and I began moving all my stashed items up into the closet in his former room and turned the room itself into my craft room complete with my sewing machine and such to give me an excuse to spend hours alone in there. I put a twin sized bed in the room to help fill the room a bit but also to allow for visits from my son should he need to stay over. Then covid shut down everything. My husband started working full time from home locked away in his home office, my 12 yr old started 100% virtual schooling and I lost the part time job I was working teaching swim lessons. My daughter kept working but the fiancé still wasn't working full time and my mother-in-law moved back from Florida to her house next door. My alone time was shattered. There was hardly a trace of it left and my plan to use the "craft room" backfired after a chance of being exposed to the virus had my husband self-isolating in there. It has been 8 months since he was potentially exposed and he has yet to move back into our bedroom because he said it is quieter in there. He still walks through our room every morning on his way to take a shower so I don't get 100% privacy. In addition to him sleeping alone, he also doesn't eat with me. He started a Keto Diet with his mother and sister days before my birthday in July and has been having lunch and dinner with them everyday since. When he goes there for dinner, he doesn't return for several hours because they sit and chat or watch TV together and lose all track of time, yet when he is home with me, he never talks. It's like he has used up all his words for the day or he is just out of things to say. I don't go to dinner with them because of something my MIL said to me "I would cook for you too but it would probably kill you since you like to eat sweets too much." Besides, I don't think it is really all that healthy and I would still have to cook for my 12yr old. Between what MIL said and some things my SIL has said to me in the past, I do everything I can do to avoid them even though we all live next door to each other. They say I am too sensitive. I am not sure I believe that I am. I've never kept a large circle of close friends but one I thought I had, dropped me like a hot rock because our schedules no longer match up and she has unfriended me on social media several times to test our friendship. I got tired of my loyalty being questioned so I stopped sending new friend requests to her and she has failed to reach out to me since. I am just tired of being hurt by her but I do miss her from time to time. I spend most of my time now, cooking for my 12 yr old and I, cleaning up after everyone else or alone in my bedroom. A few months ago, while the 12 yr old was on a camping trip with his scout troop, I was home alone in the house. Daughter and fiancé were house sitting for a friend and hubby had been at MIL's for several hours. I felt abandoned. It was not the kind of alone time I wanted and a horrible thought went through my head. I thought about killing myself. I shook the feeling off by thinking of my kids and how hurting myself would hurt them too and I couldn't do that to them. I've tried sharing my feelings with my husband but he gets such an earful from his mom and sister about me. They have him believing that I hate them and that I am acting in an anti-social manner towards them. He actually called me a bitch for treating them this way and avoiding them. I told him I am keeping the peace by keeping my distance. I have not told him about my thoughts of hurting myself but I know it is not something I will ever act on. I don't question that he loves me but sometimes I just don't feel it like I use to. My daughter and fiancé have finally moved out and now there is just 3 of us left in the house. I've made her bedroom into a guest room so my mother can come visit once it's safe to travel again. I've not seen her in nearly 3 or 4 years but now that we are both vaccinated, maybe that can happen before another year passes. She and I haven't always had the best relationship but absence makes the heart grow fonder, so hopefully that applies to mothers and daughters as well.

If you are using plastic storage boxes or trunks and don't want anyone opening them, slip a zip-tie through the holes or lock so it will require a knife or scissors to open and this way you can tell whoever is helping you NOT to open the zip-tied containers. Easy Peezy.

I agree with Elfy and Brian on this subject that it should be on a "Need to Know" basis who you decide to tell but I do know that keeping a secret such as this can really mess with your head. I might suggest writing them a letter to ease you conscience but don't mail it. Put it away or write the address wrong so it can't be delivered. It will help get the thoughts and worry out of your head but in a harmless fashion that won't come back to bite you later. While I understand you wanting to not have to keep your diapers and other paraphernalia under lock and key, you said you bought a house of your own so I assume you can decorate it any way you choose and what you keep and who you allow in each room is up to you. If your desire is to go to Their house in a diaper, that would be something to avoid unless you are willing to pay for (financially/mentally) any accidents that may occur. I generally judge who I tell about my diaper desires this way "If I wouldn't ask them about their Underwear/Sexual habits/Kinks/bathroom habits, than why on God's green earth would I want to tell them about mine?" Just a little food for thought. If you are only looking for acceptance, then look no further than this site. There are plenty of people here who will accept you just the way you are, Weird or not. Many of us have been where you are and have dealt with the same issues, desires and longing for acceptance. Many of us have already suffered the heartache of loss from telling someone we thought we could trust or the pain of not being accepted by those we hold close to our hearts. We have also had to hide our inner desires from the world and have found ways to cope and make it work for us. Please think very carefully about the burden you place on your cousin by them being the only one who knows your secret. Just because you will feel better for saying it, doesn't mean they will be happy to know. I hope this helped.