I can't speak for everyone but I consider myself a fairly social and down to earth person, except in the context of nappies. I had strong realization at a young age that whatever it meant to date or find love would be more complex for me then most people who didn't wear bulky toddler undergarments. Its hard to describe the amount of sadness in this story but it stood out is that the guy, for a while at least, found someone who accepted or put up with his kink. Dark path/end aside, thats something that many AB/DLs never find. I can't help but feel that the family was allowed to fall through the cracks of the mental health system leading to a tragic of tragic endings.