I love my diapers don't get me wrong, they bring me so much happiness. But do you think this could possibly be a mental issue that we in this community has? Since we don't know when or why it started. It basically just happened one day. I had a rough childhood growing up and grew up without knowing my real dad and at one point I was bullied in school, so I'm not sure if that helped to contribute to this or not. Also I witnessed my grandmother who helped to raise me, pretty much pass away in front of me when I was 10 and when I was 19 I found my aunt dead. That stuff can really stick with you.