Kaliborio

I see myself as a toddler or possibly preschooler, but I'm completely and most likely permanently incontinent (so is my toddler/preschooler self, as was the case in real life), so I am in heavy diapers and will likely never graduate to pull-ups. I don't know what that makes me.

Funniest - my university graduation. This was about two years after I started wearing full-time. I was wearing for reasons of need (or as I had it, 'preparation'), and still figured I would be leaving diapers, which I never ended up doing. I wore an overnight cloth diaper with a booster and rubber pants under my suit. It was ridiculous. Even with my suit jacket hem obscuring my outline, it was still pretty obvious that I was filled out around the butt and crotch in a very distinctive way. It was hilariously obvious with the jacket off. The only reason I got away with it is because my uni is the only uni in my area that has closed-front graduation gowns. What's also hilarious in retrospect is that I convinced myself that I was wearing diapers just to account for any small accidents. I was dry when I started the ceremony and was absolutely convinced I was dry when I finished, until I got out to the toilets, checked myself, and realised I was soaked. Then, due to police diversions and traffic control, to get from the first floor to the garage of the 400-metre-long building the ceremony was in, I had to walk a kilometre and a half, and then go up several flights of stairs. Halfway up the stairs, I started loading my diapers pretty heavily and it caught me completely off-guard. I ended up pulling out my bed pad, placing it on my car seat, then slipping my trousers off, wrapping a towel around myself, and driving home with only my diaper and socks on below the waist, to avoid leaking on anything expensive. Strangest - I took a trip to a city 600km away with a caregiver and a couple of other AB/DLs. I was only there for moral support and had a lot of work to do, so my plan was basically to stay in the house. For the entire car trip there, I was in a t-shirt, diaper, waterproof pants, socks and sneakers, sitting on my bed pad. When I had to be changed, I was changed on the back seat. We got there and I found that, somehow, I had no other clothes. All my bags were back in the home town. Literally the only luggage I had left was changing supplies, and a week's worth of disposable diapers and waterproof pants. For the entire eight days that was what I got to wear. It later turned out that my caregiver had packed about half my clothes into their luggage, in case of emergency, and intentionally left the other half behind. The bathroom also had keys. I didn't get a key. I was basically confined to a large central complex of about six rooms, none of which had doors. I'm pretty sure that week-and-a-bit did a severe number on my control (which had already become not-great at that point) because there was nowhere I could go where I couldn't be seen by others. I had to get used to simply dropping into a squat and filling my diapers, with other people three to six feet away and fully aware of what I was doing (the only reason this worked is because they were AB/DL). I'd definitely do it again if I had enough control or modesty left for it to be embarrassing. Scariest - my first messing accident at university. All of my classes took place in the same building with a big central staircase well. I was heading up the stairs from level 1 to level 3. I had had a burritofor lunch. All of a second I felt like I'd been smacked in the gut and realised I was about to fill my diapers. I halted and tried to hold it back. It didn't work and I started filling my diapers, so I kept jogging up the stairs anyway and emerged onto the level 3 balcony before immediately going down the least trafficked route and leaning against the wall to check my phone. I was wearing a pair of low-rise, rather butt-hugging shorts, not out of preference but because they were what was clean. When I finished filling my diapers I could see a very clear lump in the seat. I had to walk about a kilometre to a toilet where I could change. It was nerve-wracking. Wouldn't do it again.

If you want to use it as an undershirt, then I would personally recommend buying a tank onesie.

I'm 24 and make sure my pubic area, upper legs, and lower stomach are shaved. Like you said, it makes hygiene easier.

I'm bi, nonbinary assigned male at birth, and have awful continence (currently, no continence), so there might be some truth to it, I don't know

I don't usually tell them; where practical, I take my own precautions and those have always been sufficient. I have never been forced to tell an accommodation provider.

My waterproof pants always. In summer, nothing else, or a t-shirt and pyjama shorts on the rare occasion I feel I may need to wake up and be on my feet at short notice. In winter, usually a sleeper.

I wet because of chronic incontinence. I was under the impression that I was untraining at one point and that it had caused my incontinence, but as it turns out, my bedwetting is not due to that.

I carry my supplies in my diaper bag and take the risk of someone knowing and/or questioning.

They don't make pull-ups that are sufficient for my continence needs, so tape diapers it is.

I'd be an 18-year-old cis girl.

Severe. Basically total.

Complicated answer. I was in diapers late and wet at night for most of that time, but I think "before toilet training" usually isn't counted as bedwetting no matter how old the wetter is. I had a continence episode in late primary/early high school during which I was wet at night, which is what I've voted for. However, I was dry after that. I had another continence episode starting in second year of undergrad, which has led to me being completely incontinent and wet at night, which is why I consider that I "still do".

I have zero awareness or control of my wetting, and awareness, but no control, of my messing. I am, however, also AB/DL and have been since before I was incon (when my current incon episode started kicking in, I was for some time under the impression that I was untraining).

I'm incontinent, so the solution is invariably "use my diaper" because I never have enough time to get to a bathroom. However, another thing does come in - 'change in a public bathroom, or wait until you get home?' Where at all practical, I will often wait until I get home: public toilets around here are really badly maintained.

Until it was wet enough to economically justify changing. I don't feel any particular way about mess.

Similar - I favour overalls when I can. Otherwise, very baggy jeans and track pants. I also crossdress casually and will wear a skirt in the privacy of my own home.

I'm bisexual. Yes, I would, and yes, I do.

I currently use an old backpack from high school. It stays in the car; I carry comprehensive diaper supplies in it, and stash the more basic ones in my shoulder bag.

Not if there is a chance others will become aware, and the alternative isn't somehow worse than others becoming aware. As an IC person, I do mess in public, but my beliefs on this matter are one of the reasons I would like to have rather more control than I do have.

I have no desire for exhibitionism. I do what I functionally need to do. I keep my diapers in a luggage bag which I keep zipped when I am out of the room. Plastic pants which need to be washed get washed and hung up in the bathroom. I'm aware that cleaning staff might come in and see them. I don't particularly care one way or the other. If I were to get invoiced for the mattress - which has never happened - and I hadn't done any damage to it, then I would fight it.

Under my current circumstances, I wouldn't give up the fetish - then I'd just be incontinent and hate it. At least this way I get to be incontinent and feel okay about it. If my incontinence was cured, I think it probably would give it up. It's had too much of an influence on my life.

What started you on wearing diapers? A combination of your reasons and some of my own. "have a life long interest in diapers and have done it all your life" - I don't know if it was all my life but I remember I wanted to be back in diapers pretty much the day I got out of them. I have a distinct childhood memory of it. I've always been as much AB/DL as IC. "people have said they were never potty trained as kids" - I was toilet trained! But not until quite late (well into primary school) due to developmental issues. "start to wet the bed later in life" - I have a defect or illness of some sort. We're not sure what it is because frankly we haven't been able to locate it. The illness has resulted in cyclic problems with my continence, first in early childhood, then late primary school and early high school, and now from early undergrad onwards. How did you feel about them when first wearing them? Obviously the very first time (in early childhood) started when I passed one standard deviation above the mean toilet training age and would have continued until I toilet trained. Ultimately, during this period, I had only a vague awareness that other people were out of diapers - especially as I was attached to special education units which usually had a much larger percentage of people in diapers. After about six years old I didn't want to let my diapers go but eventually did. During the second episode (late primary school) I felt humiliated and awful but by the time I got out of them again they had become normalised enough to me that I felt nothing much. How do you feel about them now? Fine! I get to be myself and deal with my medical issues at the same time, and I'm okay with that.

I've done this a few times. When I started in the AB/DL community, I was pretty much at the peak of my continence - the irony is that for a bunch of reasons my control has gone downhill since and is now absent. I actually wore more openly when I was more continent. These days I tend to keep my modesty (a pair of pants or similar) over my diaper, because I don't like getting clocked as incontinent, which has happened a few times.

I don't have depression, but I am depressed (knock-on effect of ADHD). I'm on Dexedrine IR for my ADHD, and that's about it.