Rachel Emily

Oh, I do, most definitely.

I looked at the Lisa Frank page, and the "make your jeans into a skirt" activity seemed like something

I alternate between Attends briefs (with the tapes) and cloth birdseye prefolds with either PUL pull-on pants or a Velcro diaper cover. The cloth are generally reserved for nighttime and those days I wet more heavily than usual.

I've had similar close calls. I use a pacifier clip to hook it to my clothes, and on at least two occasions, I was out the door before I realized it was still clipped to me. Thank goodness no one was out there at the time.

Diapers started out as

That's one of the great things about living in the far northern latitudes (I once lived in Germany). I loved the near-perpetual daylight--in Germany during the summer, the sun would come up around 3:30 AM and go down at about 9:30 PM. After a winter in which the sun would go down at 3:30 in the afternoon and stay down until nine the next morning, all that lovely daylight was heaven. For someone with seasonal depression, winter in Germany is absolutely the worst time and place to be.

Welcome--I think you'll like this place. And as Qball said, it's a pretty good source of information.

As I've said on other occasions, I prefer cloth diapers, and am looking to phase out disposables eventually. That would mean, of course, that I'd need a wet bag. However, the ones I see online seem big enough for baby diapers, but not those my size (I wear an extra-large). Are there wet bags available

Yes. I consider it one of those things that's better fantasized about than actually done.

Though I do concede the OP is right when it comes to pollen, bugs and the like, I'll still take summer over winter where I live (I'm in the midwest of the U.S.)

Nor do I, since I wear them as much for urge incontinence as I do for enjoyment. However, I've had situations in which I was unable to hide my pacifier from the home-health people who come in, so I've told a few of them about it. So far, no negative reaction.

Everyone who knows me knows I wear diapers--I've never kept that a secret. But only in recent years have I started to tell people that I enjoy wearing them as well. I've told maybe six or seven people in the last twenty years, most of whom were doctors or counselors. Or maybe I should say six or seven living people. I told my mother I was a DL about six months before she died--I explained precisely what ABs and DLs were, and directed her to the relevant web pages to learn more. (I think Bitter Grey's page was one--If you're going to tell a family member, that's the page to send them to). Why I chose that particular time to tell her, I don't know. It was as if in the back of my mind I knew she wouldn't be here long, I suppose, though her death was sudden and a total shock. (Cancer that she never told me she had). She deserved to know all about me, about the things I did she thought were weird at the time, such as why I so suddenly and enthusiastically embraced diapers when I began having accidents some twenty years ago. At the time she'd ascribed it to "laziness" on my part, that I was too lazy to go to the toilet. I could do nothing then but grit my teeth and keep silent. Now she knew, and to my surprise, she was very nonchalant about it. They were just another kind of underwear, she said, and why should she get worked up over underwear? I felt at that moment as though a tremendous weight had been lifted off of me.

I've worn off and on for the last twenty years--the past eight years, 24/7--so I have no self-consciousness about wearing in public. But then, being disabled definitely has its perks. Should anyone see I have a diaper on (not that I make it obvious, but just in case) they'll automatically make the assumption that my disability has something to do with my incontinence. And they'd be correct, though other factors contribute to it as well.

I'm in cloth this morning and am a good deal happier, and more comfortable, than the other day.

I don't know--I didn't think, "Damn it! They're making fun of us ABs again!" when I saw that cartoon myself. In fact, I've seen it on other sites in other contexts and find it quite funny. As to being weird, I fully acknowledge that, but it's the benign kind rather than the "dangerous creepy psychopath" kind. There ought to be more of the benign kind of weird out there, in fact.

Sometimes the right powder can help as well. I've never found one that did more to clear up rashes than Ammens powder--the only downside is the price. It's quite expensive.

It's evolved into more of a comfort thing for me as well. Thanks to the hormones I take, my sex drive is greatly diminished, so the diapers are less a sexual object than a transitional one. No different from my pacifier or my stuffed animals. In a way, being freed from the sexual attraction to diapers has allowed me to explore new areas, and venture more deeply into AB territory than I might have twenty years ago.

Hi Kenta--if you're a little boy, I guess you don't wanna play dolls, huh?