My desires for diapers date from my potty training days. I remember being in diapers until I was four, and still having issues up until I was nearly five, but I don't remember having accidents after i was potty trained. I remember one when I was five, but I didn't wet bed or have accidents after I started kindergarten.
My parents were supportive and valued respect. My dad and mom not only loved each other, but they respected each other. They also showed me respect and expected me to give it back. As a result, I had a comfortable childhood. There is absolutely no way I could accuse my parents of being abusive in any way. I can't even say they were afraid to let me grow up, since I was allowed to do things independently (like go to movies) before my 12th birthday.
The desire was also there, but really manifested itself when I was nearing adulthood, especially after my 18th birthday. My mom passed away when I was 16, and that was a huge shock to my life. I literally went from a little child to a man the moment my mom died. And I mean that by saying, I went from my parents being responsible for me, to my dad just being an advisor to my life.
My emotional connection to diapers is mostly a comfort to me. I'm a fully functioning adult who enjoys an independent life. I like social settings,, but value the times that I get to spend alone. I find diapers allow me to cope with everyday life. Since my 40th birthday, I've come to accept this part of my life. I couldn't imagine going without diapers, but they in no way control me.