Incontinent Jennifer

Yeah, I know.

Horrific car crash, which I posted about somewhere on this message board.

I've woken up in a new diaper, but it's usually my fiance or my friend who has changed me. I remember spending the night at my friend's place, I knew I wasn't in the same diaper. My friend says "You were stinkin up the place bad, I hope you don't mind that we took care of that." (I'm a heavy sleeper after I've had a few, and she already knew she could)

So I CAN go? I'd just be expected to wear a diaper?

I wasn't worried, just upset and had no way to talk to him. He's comforting when I'm upset.

I used to be afraid of people finding out and went to great lengths to hide them. Now, I just go about my buisness and don't bother to hide it. My fiance has boosted my confidence so much, I show off my legs with short skirts like I used to before the diapers (not shorts though, I find them uncomfortable with the diaper). I've gone to my car to get my spare diaper and walked back through a public place just with it in my hand, strangers have come over and I had some of my diapers out on a coffee table (not planned that way, they were getting packed in a suitcase, I'm just a procrastinater), and I've had to walk through a mall with a soaked skirt after my diaper didn't survive a movie theater soda. I didn't want to go home yet, so I went clear across the mall and bought a new one. Ugh, that was irritating. "You can't take merchandise in to the restroom"... "You see my skirt! My diaper leaked all over it, HE's got my credit card. Here's the tag, go ring it up, I am in NO mood to deal with you!" So, I guess that qualifies as being pretty open about it.

I'm not an AB or DL, just incontinent (and an ABDL aware incontinent at that). I can give my perspective on it. If it had been me, and I offered help, if you had said "I don't need diapers like you do, I just wear them by choice"... I don't know how those particular people would've felt, all I know is that I'd have been touched by the honesty. I'm not saying you should've said anything, I honestly don't know how that would've turned out. By the way, where is everyone? I don't run in to you diapered people anywhere. What, y'all livin under a rock?

I used to feel sexy, I used to feel beautiful. I'm just not feeling too good about myself right now. Jeff's not even here tonight and I need him. He told me he'd call, but he left his phone here by accident.

Jeff says his dad has always been that way. He seems to think that if I went to the bathroom often enough, I wouldn't need diapers. He also thinks I'm disgusting. I guess that was one way to get his attention off Paganism. His mom told me, that if I ever needed help and Jeff wasn't around, all I'd have to do is ask. That's definately nice, even though I can do it myself. I'm not sure his mom knows I can though. She did help me clean up the gash on my head (when I fell on the chair, I hit my head on another piece of furniture). His mom has a bit of a fear of offending me though. She's even appologized when she said something about nearly wetting herself laughing. Not sure what to do about that.

His dad has always been like this to me since he found out I wear diapers.

I find Secure Plus to be far better than Attends.

Girls can propose to her guy, there is no rulebook saying she can't!

Jeff and I were at his parent's house earlier tonight, and the topic of our wedding came up. It sparked a big fight. (Mom and Dad below are his parents) It's probably not verbatim, but more than then jist is here. I'm still in shock. All this over something I can't help. Dad: I can't believe you're marring her! Jeff: Why? I love her. Dad: You really want to be changing your wife's diapers for the rest of your life. Jeff: Yes. I love her, I'm happy to help. Dad: That's disgusting! Jeff: Then you don't have to come to the handfasting. Dad: Fine, your mom and I will stay home. Mom: Damn it [Name removed]! Speak for yourself. I'm proud he can see past something like that and love her for who she is. She's a great person. What are you going to do if it ever happened to me? Leave?! Dad: We'd fix it fast! *Jeff is now standing, and I stood to stay close to him* Mom: You aren't the same as when we married. *I try to excuse myself to change my now messy diaper. Ugh, I always have horrible timing* Dad: Where you going? Me: I... I have to go take care of something. Dad: You crap yourself again? *out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeff's fists clench* Me: Ye..yes. I'm sorry, I'll go take care of it right away. Dad: That's disgusting! I think you should should have to sit in it. Me: What would my discomfort accomplish? Dad: You learned it once, you could learn it again. *I heard Jeff's teeth grind. Later found out, he actually cracked one!* Me: [in tears] I can't help it. What did I ever do to you?! You're such an asshole! Dad: What did you just call me?! *He shoves me in to a chair* Dad: Filthty little bitch! Pow! *Jeff decks his father hard enough we could all hear it hit, I think he broke his nose!" Jeff: I don't care who you are, leave your hands off my beloved. You hurt her, I hurt you! Mom: [Name], I've had enough. You're mean and violent. I want a divorce! Leaving the rest of the dialog out... I offered Jeff's mom our home, she'll stay with us for a while. I hate violence, but I'm so happy Jeff will defend me. I kinda feel like I'm in some weird soap opera. I don't care, as long as I get to keep Jeff.

I did, and I soaked him.

Last night, one of my friends was drinking, so I had a few. Later that night, I had forgotten what alcohol does to incontinent people. I wanted to be sexy for my fiance. So, I dug through my dresser, dug out something nice, and put it on... instead of my diaper, and hopped in bed. I was feeling a little agressive, so I was on top of him. We had only gotten as far as making out real heavy and... I wet all over him. I couldn't help but start crying "I just wanted to be hot for you, like what normal girlfriends do" He says to me *gesturing to my heart* "Sweetie, this is what I love about you, what's in here. YOU are sexy, it doesn't matter what you wear or don't wear. The fact that you take my enjoyment in to consideration is sexy. You don't have to dress up, you're beautiful and sexy as you are." Me: "I'm still wetting on you, aren't I?" Him: "Um... Yeah, quite a bit. How about we go finish what we started in the shower..." Me: "You're still in the mood, after what I just did?" Him: "It's just pee. I could think of 1,000 worse things to be covered in, this just washes off" I find the greatest guy to ever walk the earth, and what do I do, I pee on him. He, on the other hand, just wipes it off and says "I love you anyway". What crazy ass sweepstakes did I win? Ok, omitting details you don't need to know (Twice!) He insisted on doing all the clean up, changing the bed sheets. (Fortunately, there is a vinyl mattress cover under the sheets that just wipes clean). I'm standing there in just my diaper, and I asked him if he really thinks I'm sexy. (Sometimes, I just don't feel all that great about myself). "Of course I do. Besides, the diaper is actually kinda cute. At least when we spend $85 on your underwear, we get 96 of them!" I throw on a t-shirt and we cuddle up. He gently rubs my butt and starts talking softly to me. "I've had girls break my heart, lie, cheat, and even steal from me. I'm not sure where you get the crazy idea that your incontinence is such a big deal for me. When I come home, you are always so happy to see me. When you go out with your male friends, I know you'd never cheat. We always have fun together, lot's in common, you're perfect for me. I said I'd marry you, didn't I? How could this *pats diaper* ever be an issue? If what I have isn't a 'normal girlfriend', then I don't want this 'normal girl' you mentioned. I want to spend forever with you." "Don't I embarass you though?" "No, of course not. I love you"

One of my friends got rids of me after I started needing diapers. I was so crushed, so hurt, so devistated. I still don't understand why. "I thought we were friends" "Yeah, well that was BEFORE you started crapping on yourself" I never cried so hard in my life.

Personally, I think the best place to change is any private place in close proximately to your uncomforable messy diaper.

I've done that.

Her and I have become EXTREMELY close, and she's changed me quite a few times. She's even told me not to worry at her perties, she'll take care of it. One time, we were out at the mall and she accidentally dumped my backpack out in front of everybody there, diapers and all. She was in tears over it, and I had long since stopped carring who knew. She's only recently figured out that she can say something about my diapers even in public cause I just don't care. It's no different than "Need help with your wheelchair?" as far as I'm concerned.

I remember, a long time ago... There wa a kid in my school. One day, him and I were doing a project together, and suddenly he smelled TERRIBLE. I teased for haivng such a bad fart, and he said "Look, I accidently messed my diaper, I can't help it. I'll go take care of it." I teased him unmercilessly for it. I told everyone. Now, here I am, stuck in a diaper of my own. When I think about what I did, I cry my eyes out. I've felt horrible about it even before my accident. I don't tell many people about it. Mike, if for some reason you are on this message board, I am so so sorry. I'd do anything to take it all back.

You know why, because people SUCK. I wish they could feel the same level of hurt and pain I felt, desperately standing in line with a pack of diapers as the one I had on leaked down my leg when that woman came up and rudely said "You know, there are restrooms in the back of the store. It'd be much better if you pissed there instead of here at the check out". Bitch, do you think I'd pee here if I had such a choice?! I hope you die of humiliation! Sorry, I'm a little emotional sometimes.

Well, I've found that being 100% open about my incontinence and wearing diapers has been FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR easier than being "stealthy".

We'll, one time I was with my friend, and as I drank yet another, my diaper leaked down my leg and left a big puddle on the floor. My friend said "Um... do you want help changing your diaper?" and I answered back, "Why? Is there something wrong with the one I already have on?". So I guess that qualifies as, Yes, I've been that drunk. To finish the story... My friend is very atiment about helping me against my will. I finished the night in that diaper, passed out, and found myself in a huge puddle the next morning. I stood up, already dripping, and a torrent came out. That diaper did NOTHING to stop it. She again offered to help, and I let her. We talked about it, and she now knows she can just assume "Yes, you can help". I later helped her mop up. I was SO embarassed. That was the morning I first told my friend that I love her and she's the best friend I've ever had. Just to prove how awesome my friend is.... Before that night, she didn't know I wore diapers. The only reason she knew I wasn't just piss drunk was she kinda noticed it under my skirt when I stumbled to the floor.... and so did everyone there. Tell your friends you love them. Love comes in many forms, not just romantic. ALL your loved ones should know how you feel.

Male, but I wouldn't say boy. Male and boy aren't mutually inclusive. One of my friends is a female boy! If I hadn't already found my soul mate, you'd certainly catch my interest.

At least it's not some creepy neighbor stealing your used ones from the trash.