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I wonder ultimately whether it is just the time we grew up or what we were subjected to as children? I love being pinned into a thick terry towelling nappy with a fairly noisy pair of plastic pants over the top, sometimes with a pair of frillies coveting them, more often not though. My wife thinks it must be very uncomfortable and hot and sweaty especially here in the summer months but I love it all the same, even the leg marks that the plastic pants leave after being in place all night. Disposables just don’t cut it!

I recently purchased a pair of mountain bike padded cycle shorts me wore them for the first time tonight. Funnily enough it felt just like wearing a cloth nappy except there were no plastic pants and they didn’t wobble so much - oh and I had to keep the dry. My wife felt them and said “you are well padded. You should enjoy that considering how much padding you like to have”. i have cycled occasionally wearing a thick cloth nappy. It isn’t the best sensation though and I prefer to wear my “training pants” although you tend to get a bit warm I. The nether regions. A few months ago I purchased a couple of pairs of exquisitely made Frilly pants from a company in Hong Kong. They are gorgeous and I have swapped regular undies for them going cycling. The frills on the bum provide extra cushioning and they are really comfortable. My wife calls them my party pants as she reckons that’s where they should be worn - where everyone can see them - I wish I had the courage to do something like that - alas it is always likely to remain our little secret.

Hi Jamesfull, there’s a few of us just finding our feet around this neck of the woods right now. Hope you manage to find some gainful employment assuming that you want to of course. Imagine finding a job advertised where you are obliged to wear diapers to work; maybe have them on display for everyone to see what your latest state is and be changed at various times by someone that you only ever fantasised about.

Transfusionelle, thank you for your welcome and thoughts on the subject. I’m sure you are correct in your assertions re the medical profession and therefore not worth the time and effort worrying about it. Just go along for the ride whenever possible which in my own case is probably not as often as I’d like but that’s life.

Thanks for the welcome message AbabeBill and reassurance that all is well. I believe there are plenty of professionals who cannot begin to explain what goes on inside people’s heads. If they could there would be less mis-diagnosis and better management of offenders etc. There again I doubt whether any part of a psychology degree is spent studying abdl or most kinks for that matter. Probably not many people studying for a master’s or PHD have sat down and specialised in this area either so how do you become an expert?

Hi, greetings to readers of this most enjoyable site. I have browsed here a few times but never contributed; not sure why really. My wife says I have a lot to say about most things but this is much harder to share. I think I became a DL as a result of childhood punishment from a step mother. It sounds somewhat trite or fictional but more common than people like to believe back in the 1960’s. A regular punishment was to come home from school and be made to wear one of my sister’s skirts and a petticoat along with a school hat (boater) - not sure why but that was the order and the alternative was a very whippy cane or whatever other implement came to hand. Nappy wearing wasn’t usually enforced on school days but sometimes on shopping trips to a nearby town which meant a trip on the bus and being made to sit separately sometimes with a pacifier which according to my step mum would show everyone what a baby boy I was. Plastic pants used to make a lot of noise in those days and that was bad enough but the pacifier was the ultimate humiliation as a 5-6 year old. Strangely though I was not forced to use my nappy. I was taken to the public toilets and mother used to pull down my shorts and sometimes unpin my nappy so I could urinate in the trough or down the bowl; I can’t remember exactly. ‘These episodes turned into a lifelong interest in the subject and at an early stage in our relationship, I shared my history with my wife - girlfriend at the time. She prefers I indulge in my interests when she isn’t around although she tolerates various night time attire that I love. She has never understood how something that started off as a punishment and involved embarrassment and a degree of humiliation could hold such an attraction and interest. I guess I don’t either really, but I accept it is a part of me and it is a great stress reliever. Being a DL combines with a degree of transvestism although opportunity is rare but fun when it arises and my wife quite enjoys having a uniformed maid to complete housework. It is rarely a sexual thing but there is a degree of electricity buzzing around for both of us when I’m dressed. However, my wife is usually far too worried about a knock at the door or someone seeing us that she struggles to relax and enjoy the time and is usually more at ease when I put Petula back in the wardrobe and assume the normal role. ‘it is a strange world we live in and there are many questions far more important that remain unanswered so I’ll continue to enjoy the occasional session and enjoy reading other people’s experiences and stories and explanations for how we arrived here!

It appears that bedwetting in the 60's and 70's was frequently punished by making the wetter wear nappies in addition to rubber sheets on beds etc. it used to be a kind of rite of passage to be dry at night and parents were judged by others if a child

I am aware that this is a common theme in stories and some fantasies but

So many questions and answers that are just as subjective as the question. I'd be willing to bet that the majority of us find a degree of comfort wearing diapers to bed that makes it easier to sleep. Personally its a cloth nappy or even two, underneath a crinkly pair of plastic pants and i sleep so much better with the padding around my bottom. Impossible in the summer though as it is far too hot.