LikeToBeWet

I'm not sure if my wife knows that I like to poop my diaper. If I'm wearing while she's around, I'm pretty discrete about it. She may assume I do, but since she doesn't otherwise participate in my fetish I'm not going to make things difficult by explicitly telling her. BTW, she's known for well over ten years now, and her stance hasn't changed a bit from more or less silent toleration. When she goes to stay with her mother for a few days I tend to wear 24/7 (it's usually on a weekend), and that gets it out of my system for a while.

I've done it a time or two, only after or shortly before dusk in a mostly wooded area. I had no issues with the comfort per se, and definitely enjoyed the feeling of doing something "forbidden". Sometimes on a hot day I'll just pee in my dark running shorts in a quiet corner of the woods - no one can tell if it's sweat or not. I definitely can't pee while running!

I agree with messyman, collectibles are a very risky investment - especially something with such a a high volume/cost ratio. I mean, even with gold coins the storage costs add up over the years, reducing your return on investment. But diapers? Tell me you're kidding! ;-)

If I mess it's generally in the morning - I tend to be very regular, and if wearing a diaper, at some time not too long after getting up it will happen almost without control - a wonderful, babyish feeling. I usually head for the shower after 15-30 minutes at most. I don't find cleanup too bad - thanks to a shower head on a fairly long extension it's easy to direct the water where it's needed. For me the motivation is the helpless, babyish feeling of the heavy, messy diaper. I don't like to sit in it or play around, though I will sometimes gently squish my diaper with my hand (from the outside!).

For putting a diaper on, always lying down. It's easier, and makes me feel much more babyish. Occasionally I'll stand while taking a diaper off, but usually only if that's ending a diapered session. Sitting is another story - once and a while I've had to put on a diaper in a car (not while driving!) - I find that very difficult.

I think I have a memory from about age two and a half of my mother changing a messy diaper. This must have been shortly before I was toilet trained. I don't think she was very happy about it! My dad told me years later that I was difficult to train; when I needed to have a bowel movement I would run off in a corner somewhere and do it in my diaper instead of using the potty. In any case I was fully trained before my third birthday.

I'm usually pretty regular, and when I'm diapered in the morning I usually just need to relax a tad and I have the wonderful babyish feeling of pooping my diaper almost involuntarily. It's such a delicious naughty, helpless feeling! I don't usually like to sit in it or hang out too long in a messy diaper. Cleanup is not too much of a pain, since I jump right into the shower afterwards.

Obviously beer. I once had an episode a couple of years ago - I drank a couple of beers with friends, then had to walk about a mile to my apartment after getting out of the subway. I forgot to go the restroom in the pub; when I was in the subway I felt a mild urge, but thought it would be no problem making it home. As I started to walk the beers and the cool air combined to make the urge quite acute, even painful. I didn't want to just pee in the street or behind a bush, so I clenched my teeth and walked faster, wondering if I was going to make it. Just as I unlocked the front door my bladder relaxed just a bit and a tiny spurt of pee came out (I wearing jeans, no diaper). I was able to make it to the bathroom just in time. Since then I've wanted to duplicate that experience!

I think I was about six years old when I realized I had a strong interest in diapers and wetting. For the record I was not toilet trained terribly late, nor was I a bedwetter.

I had a number of sessions with a therapist many years ago - after I opened up to my then wife about my fetish, she insisted I see a therapist as a condition of trying to save our marriage. We also had a few sessions with a marriage counselor. The therapist was totally non-judgmental; he had never heard of infantilism before (this was the late 80s). We explored my early childhood for clues as to what might have triggered it in me. I gained some insights into myself, and it really helped to discuss this aspect of my personality with an objective, rational person. There were only a couple of sessions with the marriage counselor - she identified a number of issues my wife had with herself and her past, and seemed to feel that my infantilism was only providing my wife with a convenient trigger for questioning our relationship. Our marriage ended a few months later.

Great topic - I think those of us in the 50+ club are by definition young at heart! This may be a bit off topic, but was mentioned above: the binge/purge syndrome. I went through that during my teens and twenties and early thirties until I achieved the realization that diapers would always be part of me, and were nothing to be ashamed of.