Rachel Emily

Well, if you should happen to change a poopy diaper, you have to drop the poop into

My current therapist is okay with it, even though it's a bit outside his experience, to say the least. I did have one dreadful experience about twenty years ago with a therapist who was decidedly less liberal-minded. She considered my love of diapers to be a "sex addiction" and wanted me to join a sex-addiction therapy group. She felt I was an AB/DL because I was lonely and needed to get into a "normal heterosexual" relationship (she put particular stress on "heterosexual", though I don't know if I'd told her I was trans yet). As you might expect, I didn't go back.

Appleton here....

Any

Why? I wish I knew. I do have vague memories of being put into a Curity 21 x 40 cloth diaper (and enjoying it a great deal) when I was somewhere between two and three, but I have no way of knowing if that was the cause.

It's incredible...I want to look away, but I

I'd be the shy one, looking at the floor and clutching my stuffed tiger.

Prevail brief (my med supply company is giving me samples to try). If the first one is any indication, I think this brand is a definite, emphatic "No!" The first one I put on,

I faced the first scenario yesterday afternoon. I was half wet, and had an appointment to get my eyebrows waxed. Even though the salon is fairly close (approximately six blocks) I opted to change, if only because I'd be in a confined space and wanted to avoid an odor issue. And since I

On a somewhat related subject:

I don't think I'll dress up (though this is one time of year I'd give

Working the graveyard shift on Halloween...strangely appropriate, that.

There were two toys, one plushie and one doll, that were very special to me, that I lost when I was eight: a white plush kitty (turned gray from all the years of being dragged around by yours truly

I no longer know how I should define myself. Until this year I would have called myself a strict DL, but I've really started to explore my little girl side--I own three dolls and am looking to get more. At the same time, I've found I really enjoy pacifiers--especially surprising, since I'd tried them (and baby bottles) years before and felt utterly ridiculous. For some strange reason, I find far more comfort in those things now than I did then.

Oh, yeah, I had to go through that with the extra-large diaper pins I ordered. In one of them, the stamping machine apparently goofed, because a portion of the pin was so long that it folded under, and I couldn't get it open. I had to try, with a camera that didn't have a close-up lens, to take a picture of the defective pin that wasn't blurry. Arrrrrgh! Fortunately, I was able to do it, and the company sent me replacements that work great, but I

You just answered the question I was going to ask. I have horrible

I've written about this before, but when I was ten, my youngest brother was in diapers (the earliest version of Pampers, in fact). Mom, however, still had my other brother's old cloth diapers in his dresser, largely unused. I became intensely curious about those diapers and what they felt like. One day, I couldn't stand it any longer, and sneaked into my brother's bedroom, grabbed a diaper out of the drawer, and tried to put it on. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any pins, so I had to be satisfied with drawing it up between my legs and lying there, pretending to be a baby.

I smoked for seventeen years, during most of which I was in diapers. There was never any disconnect for me, since I was more on the DL end of things then, and didn't really indulge my adult little girl side until after I quit. (Smoke-free for four years and counting.)