I first wore a diaper at ten, but didn't wear regularly until age thirty. In between I was closeted in the extreme, because I was too embarrassed to confide in anyone.
I started to lose daytime control in the early nineties, but I didn't start to have bedwetting accidents until five years ago. My CNA usually cloth-diapers me at night (I taught them all how), unless for some reason I have to cancel the evening visit. Then I do it myself.
If by "pride" the OP means, "Meh. If they notice, they notice," and one just goes about their day-to-day business without being self-conscious about being diapered, then I agree, If he means we should try to be noticed, then I don't.
No, he's not talking about that--he's talking about an animated series based on the Toy Story character of Buzz Lightyear. (Cel-animated rather than CGI, though).
What I think is probably unprintable. In just about every case, I hate the way the media portrays us--I expect to see the angry villagers with pitchforks and torches gathering outside my door the minute some ABDL-themed program airs.
Yeah, isn't their humor usually closer to somethingawful dot com? (The word "dot" is there instead of the period because I have no intention of linking to that site). I have to agree it seemed surprisingly sensitive, and even that festering, fetid swamp known as the comments section was mostly supportive or at least apathetic.
Have you also considered thrift stores or community clothes closets? That's where I get a lot of my stuff, and you can sometimes find that special gem, that outfit you really love.
EDIT: I hear you on the shoe problem. My feet are almost as large as yours, so women's shoes from
It probably reflects a larger trend on the part of what names parents choose for their kids these days--the pendulum is swinging back toward the traditional, and adult LGs pick up on this. Besides, "Emily" in particular is unambiguously feminine.