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Sorry you had to experience that! Sounds embarrassing and painful. Yeah, in my case, the physical pain--while intense--probably wasn't as bad as the confusion. I'm pretty sure I woke up after the circumcision and in addition to stitches in my dick, they'd also left a catheter in, all of which was being painfully rubbed/compressed by a diaper. How nobody thought to explain any of this is beyond me. What's also weird is that I have extremely detailed, vivid memories of a lot of my childhood/hospital experiences, including ones that happened a lot earlier, but these are foggy (I guess because of how freaked out I was). I remember bits and pieces of the aftermath, though, which involved the embarrassment of walking around in a diaper without pants (i.e. pants made the diaper too tight and hurt like crazy), and my mom having to apply this super-cold cream to my penis. Only she was nervous/scared to touch me, I guess, so she basically just tugged open my diaper and squirted a bunch down the front, and kind of rubbed it in through the diaper. Ha, no wonder I'm so fucked up, I guess. Ha, he got what he deserved. I'm guessing he changed his approach after that, though.

Ha, it is pretty funny, on retrospect. Here's another story, in a similar vein. I was in the hospital for some other kind of test, don't remember what, around the same age. The nurses made my parents leave the room (don't know why) and had me lie down on a table while they stuck an IV in. Only they didn't warn me or explain what was about to happen... so I panicked and accidentally kicked one of the nurses in the face! Sorry you had to go through that! Amazing how some people can want to help (or think they're helping, at least) but end up making things worse. That was definitely true in my case, too. My parents and the doctors kept trying to force me out of diapers because it made them uncomfortable, but the result was years and years of wet/messy pants, embarrassment, etc., which I largely kept from my family because I knew they didn't want to hear it, anyway. Yup, I probably stole enough diapers over the years to fully stock an entire diaper aisle. I always tried to dispose of them secretly but looking back, I'm sure my parents knew. They never talked to me about it, though, I think because they didn't want or know how to deal with it (also, I know for a fact that they didn't really understand how bad my bladder problem actually was).

I was fully incontinent until about 7, heavily bladder-incontinent until I was a teen (with some occasional major problems now and then), still mildly bladder-incontinent today.

Wow, I'm sorry she did that! That's awful and inexcusable. I've had exes that I was pretty damn mad at, but I'd never do something like that. That's just a whole new level of wrong.

Ha, nice that they were good sports about it! Do you mean if my diapers were ever really dry when I was a kid? Honestly, not really. Like I said, a couple doctors mentioned in reports that I was basically dribbling all the time, like a leaky faucet. That was still going on when I was 8 (in addition to the big bladder spasms and nighttime wetting), though it did slooooowly get better over the years. Once I finally got on medication, that helped a lot. After being on the medication for about fifteen years, I think it basically retrained my body, so I don't really need it anymore. Well, for the most part, that is. Every once in a while, I'll go through periods of a few days where my bladder is a bit spastic for no apparent reason, then it goes back to "normal". But yeah, as a kid, I was basically in a soggy diaper more or less constantly. Sometimes, I hated it. Other times, it was no normal that I hardly even noticed.

Hard to say. I don't think they'd wear during a competition, because it would be too obvious. Then again, I often go to the gym in a diaper; I just wear baggy dark sweatpants over it.

I thought I'd share a few hospital memories next. I'm not sure how old I was for this one (I'm guessing around 6) but I was supposed to have one of many surgeries to correct some birth defects. I was sitting in an exam room with my parents, before the surgery, when a nurse came in and said they had to weigh me. She added that I had to be naked, then left to get the scale. Right away, I was crazy-nervous, because as much as I hated people seeing me in diapers, nudity was even more taboo in our house. Plus, the way my bladder worked, I'd sometimes have those gigantic spasms that resulted in flooding my diaper, but the rest of the time, urine just kind of dribbled out more or less constantly (in fact, doctors made similar notes in my medical files). So long story short, I really didn't want to be naked. I remember shyly asking if I could at least leave my diaper on. When the nurse came back with the scale, my parents asked, and the nurse said no. So they took off my diaper and stood me on the scale... and of course, I started piddling right away. I remember turning and seeing the disgusted look on the nurse's face. * When I was in the hospital, I was usually wearing a hospital gown and a diaper, but sometimes (for whatever reason), just a diaper. Also, for whatever reason, they made me wear a catheter. I'd wake up, feel pain in my dick, and see the tube running out. Scared the crap out of me. What made it a lot worse, though, was that they'd leave my diaper on over the catheter (for my bowels, I guess), which pressed on the diaper and made it a lot more uncomfortable. I also have some rather painful memories of catheters being pulled out. * Here's something else that happened that's supremely fucked up. My parents were against circumcision (so am I), but when I was almost seven, the doctor convinced them to have me circumcised anyway, saying that in my case, in would help cut down on bladder infections (hint: it didn't). My parents agreed... only they didn't warn me or explain at all what was about to happen. So I went in, expecting the normal pokes and prods. Instead, they knocked me out, and when I woke up, I felt searing agony in my dick. I don't remember if I had a catheter that time, but I remember timidly looking down my diaper and seeing a bunch of stitches in the head of my penis. It hurt like crazy and I had no idea what had happened. Embarrassingly, I didn't even know I'd been circumcised, or even what circumcision was. in my child-brain, I just thought something like, "Pee comes out of the penis, I can't control my pee, so they must have operated on my penis to try and fix it." I remember feeling deeply ashamed and disappointed later, when I was still wetting uncontrollably, like obviously the surgery hadn't worked. Side note: it was two or three years before I saw a documentary on circumcision and realized that's what had happened to me. * Another hospital memory, maybe six months after the circumcision. According to the medical reports, I was almost eight, and my parents basically brought me in because they were sick of me being in diapers and wanted to see if the doctors could do anything about it. One of the doctors suggested fitting me with a Freedom Catheter. Well, as soon as i heard the C-word, I freaked out--not just because of how painful catheters were, but also because my dick was still agonizingly tender after the circumcision, and I was freaked out at the thought of anybody getting anywhere close to it. But my parents insisted, so they took off my clothes, then brought in what looked like a plastic baggie with a hose. They explained that this was a different kind of catheter and didn't actually get inserted. Still, I was terrified. They took off my diaper and basically tried to stuff my dick into the hose. I hated how it felt and because my parents weren't exactly stellar at encouraging me to have a positive attitude about my body, the whole thing about being naked and touched like that basically felt like I was being abused/tortured by a whole room full of people, most of them strangers (I know that wasn't true, of course, but my kid-brain didn't know what was going on). Eventually, they got the Freedom Catheter on, put the diaper back on over it, and had me walk around the hospital for a while. I hated every second of it, so the doctors had the bright of idea of suggesting my parents check me into their bedwetting clinic for a few days so that I could "get used to it." My parents were actually going to go along with it, once they'd checked with their insurance company, but I managed to talk them out of it. Still, the handwriting was on the wall as far as diapers were concerned. They let me wear them about a year longer, but made me change them myself, then switched me to this laughably inadequate pads and plastic pants, thus consigning me to many, many wet/embarrassing afternoons at school. She was, actually. Overall, my mom was honestly pretty horrible when it came to diapers, but many of my aunts were great. Most of them were very body-positive hippies and would let their kids play naked all the time. It always freaked me out because of how different my parents were, though.

Hi, everyone. I had to wear diapers until I was around 8 years old for medical reasons (though I should have worn them a lot longer), and also spent a ton of time in hospitals. I was also blessed/cursed with a very vivid memory starting at an early age. Lately, I've been working through a lot of those memories (even got copies of my childhood medical records to fill in the gaps), so I thought I'd share some embarrassing experiences. I've posted a few of these elsewhere, in case you recognize any of them. Please feel free to ask any questions and/or share experiences of your own! Not sure exactly where to start, there are so many, but I guess I'll start with when the doctors ordered my parents to start giving me suppositories on a daily basis. My parents weren't very good about explaining what they were doing and why they were doing it, so basically, one morning when I was about five, they simply dragged me into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and made me lie down. I remember wearing nothing but a diaper--my last line of defense--and shaking because I didn't understand what was happening. Then, they took the diaper off. For the next few minutes (though it felt like hours) they tried to force a greased up suppository into me, but I clenched up and wouldn't let it in. They kept pushing, kind of whispering and trying to reassure me. Eventually, I gave up, relaxed, and felt something VERY cold sliding about a mile up my rear end. (Side note: what's weird is that according to medical records, they were actually giving me TWO suppositories at first.) I remember lying naked on the cold bathroom floor for a while, feeling increasingly nauseous, still trying to figure out what was going on, then they put me on the toilet. If I couldn't go, they'd put my diaper back on, then have me walk around for a bit. Sometimes, I'd end up going in the diaper. The whole thing felt extremely invasive; there was also a lot of nausea coming from the suppositories (and adrenaline/panic, probably). Like I said, this started when I was around five. For a while, they did it every morning, i.e. the routine was that I'd hide, they'd drag me out, strip me down, and force it in, whether I was crying or not. Eventually, I resigned myself to it. After a while, they switched from two suppositories to one, then started doing it every other morning instead of every morning. Originally, I thought this went on for a month or two. I was shocked when I looked at my medical records and discovered that I was actually under doctors' orders to receive two suppositories every morning from 5 to 5 and 1/2, then they switched me to one every other morning until I was around 7. After that, they switched me to pills and these drinks that tasted like wet chalk. ^ When I was little, my mom and I spent a lot of time at my aunt's house. My aunt had a little girl who was about four years younger, so I guess she would have been around 2 when I was 6. I was still totally incontinent at that point and my mom was still changing me like a baby, and I remember feeling really embarrassed about it. My cousin usually ran around in just a diaper, but I was always fully dressed, I think because I wanted to keep my diaper hidden. One time, I remember an especially messy diaper change, and my mom apologizing to my aunt (who was outside the open bathroom door) as she changed me. Another time, I remember telling her that I liked how the baby powder felt and asking her to sprinkle on more. A few times, playing with my cousin, I'd look down her diaper out of curiosity. If she was messy, I'd freak out and go ask/beg for someone to change her. One time, I remember another relative visiting, and she slid her hand down the back of my cousin's diaper and kind of fondled her butt a little bit. It was innocent, I'm sure, but it freaked me out more than anything because I associated the touch with the fact that she was wearing a diaper, and worried that people would start reaching into my diaper next... and what if I had an accident? I should also add that my mom was far from tactile, so by then, I was already deeply ashamed of still needing/wearing diapers. * I was changed in public all the time (of course), and this was another area where my parents weren't all that great about communication. Specifically, they never seemed to understand how shy/embarrassed I was about being changed, and would just take me into the bathroom in front of everybody. I remember my mom taking me into public restrooms and having me lie down on the cold tile floor so she could change me. Because of how I was lying there, I could sometimes see under the partition, whether that was into the next stall or whatever woman was waiting outside to use the stall, looking back down at me. This was back before changing tables were common, btw. My mom always changed me lying down, never standing up for some reason. Occasionally, she'd have me change myself, which basically consisted of taking the spare diaper out of her purse, flourishing it like a flag (or so it seemed to me), and handing it to me. I'd hide it under my shirt and head for the restroom, my face the color of a tomato. Once I was in the stall, I tried to be as quiet as possible, but a few times, other kids in the bathroom heard the tapes ripping and called out, laughing, asking if I was wearing a diaper. I'd basically hide in the bathroom, not answering, until they left. Another thing that bothered me was that at family functions, my mom would leave her purse gaping open, and anybody who walked by could see the diapers she'd brought for me. * Here's one I posted elsewhere (though I'll take it out of greentext). I was six years old (I think), and getting increasingly embarrassed about still being in diapers. There was a big family gathering at an aunt's house, tons of relatives there (including cousins), and I was terrified that I'd be caught. So I was kind of shyly avoiding everyone, even afraid they'd hear my diaper crinkle (which had happened before). All of a sudden, I had a five alarm bladder spasm. Hard to explain these but they've been with me all my life, especially when I was a kid. Basically, I'll be perfectly fine, then all of a sudden, my bladder decides to empty itself as fast and forcefully as possible. Clenching up and trying to slow it down has almost no effect. Well, that day, I had one of those spasms and felt my diaper go from dry to warm swamp in about three seconds. I panicked because sometimes, when that happened, I'd pee so hard and fast that the diaper would leak. This time was no exception. I could feel a warm trickle going down my leg. Mortified, I went up to my mom and whispered, "I need to be changed." She hopped up, grabbed her purse (spare diaper inside), took my hand, and headed for the bathroom. But I pulled free because the house was crowded and I was sure that if my cousins saw us going into the bathroom together, they'd know I wore diapers. So instead, I whispered/pleaded for her to change me outside. She laughed but went along with it. We went outside, my diaper starting to leak even more with every step, and she took me around the corner of the house. I looked around to make sure it was clear, then lied down on the grass. I remember shaking as she got to work, terrified that I'd be discovered. Meanwhile, my mom didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. She took off my shoes, then my pants, then peeled open the diaper (again, she never changed me standing up for some reason). I felt that gust of cold air between my legs as soon as she opened the diaper, then the contrasting warmth as she wiped me with a comparatively dry corner of the diaper. About halfway through the process, my aunt sauntered around the corner. She smiled down at me, then her and my mom started chatting. My mom wiped me a little more, taking her time. I squirmed, wanting her to hurry. Then, I heard the front door slam. I heard a bunch of my cousins laughing and knew they were heading this way. Well, my aunt must have seen my terrified look, because she jumped up and went to stop them. I overheard her telling them to go back inside and "close the door nicely," which gave Mom just enough time to get my dry diaper on. I hopped up, red-faced, and pulled my pants up as quickly as possible. Mom folded up the wet diaper and hid it behind her back. When my cousins joined us a few seconds later, they asked why I'd taken my shoes off. I was nearly in tears and couldn't think of an excuse. I think my aunt saved me again, saying something about how good it felt to feel the grass between your toes.

Ha, not sure if this counts, but when I was a kid, I had this fantasy where I had to walk around wearing nothing but an oversized diaper, and people would casually throw trash into it while I was wearing it, i.e. everybody around me basically used my diaper as the communal trash can. When I was 12 or so, I started filling up my diaper with random objects and walking around, so everything would rub against me just right. I sometimes did it with kitchen scraps but more often, I used old toys, things that would make less of a mess in case I had to change in a hurry.

Thanks! Glad to be here.

Hey, there! I'm new here myself. Glad I'm not the only weightlifting diaper-wearing nerd in the group.

Interesting question! I've never really had a thing for pink, but the first actual diaper I found (a couple years after my parents finally forced me out of diapers at 8 or so) was a big, pink Pamper shoved in the back of a drawer that I found one day. No idea how it got there since I'd never worn them before (maybe my mom was babysitting one time). I took the diaper out, unfolded it, and basically just stared at it, hands shaking, over and over again until I finally got up the nerve to put it on. Came almost instantly. The color was probably incidental, though.

I had a host of birth defects in my spine, bladder, bowels, etc., so I wore diapers 24/7 until I was 8 or 9. After that, my family switched me to pads and plastic pants, though honestly, my incontinence was so bad that they should have just left me in diapers longer. Throughout my childhood, I wet and messed like a baby, with basically no control whatsoever. I actually recently requested my medical records so I could try and fill in some gaps in my memories. I saw reports from the doctors explaining my problems, but the doctors did a pretty lousy job explaining everything to my parents, so I think they thought I was somewhat faking. (Side note: various medical reports noted how I "wore diapers constantly" and "continued to dribble continuously into my diaper.) At home, my parents changed me until I was 7 or so. Sometimes, aunts or my grandma would change me, too. I also have many memories of being super embarrassed as my mom changed me in public (probably when I was 6 or younger), occasionally by having me lie on the cold floor or a bathroom stall, sometimes on the prickly grass in a park, and I *think* once or twice on a bathroom floor out in the open, because all the stalls were occupied. At school, the principal changed me until I was in first or second grade. Eventually, when I turned 8 (give or take a few months), my parents said I needed to start changing my own diapers from now on. As humiliated as I was about still being in diapers, having to change them myself was MUCH worse (at least at first) because it felt like a punishment for something I couldn't control. In grade school, my parents left changing supplies in the teachers' bathroom, which they arranged for me to use (diapers at first, then pads once they forced me out of diapers). In terms of appearances, I looked like a normal kid, except I walked with a slight limp (and of course, that obvious, bulky diaper under my jeans). As you might have gathered, I spent tons of time in hospitals, from as far back as I can remember until I was 10 or 12. I had numerous surgeries and would often find myself in an exam room, wearing a hospital gown and a diaper... sometimes, ONLY a diaper. Add to that a few other scary things: having to wear a catheter almost every time I was in the hospital, the doctors forcing my parents to give me suppositories almost every morning between age 6 and 7, and believe it or not, the doctors talking my anti-circumcision parents into having me circumcised at age 7... though nobody explained to me what was about to happen! Ha, no wonder I'm pretty fucked up, I guess. Yup, that sounds familiar. Whether we ran out of diapers, my parents would force me into a makeshift diaper--sometimes a pinned up towel, sometimes a bread bag with a washrag stuffed down at the bottom. It felt super-strange and scratchy, and I was always scared to use them, but incontinence is incontinence...

I wore diapers for medical reasons until I was about 9, pads and plastic pants for many years after that, so for me, I guess becoming an ABDL was inevitable. Overall, I'm not sure which was THE triggering moment, but there are definitely many contenders: 1) Being a few years old, seeing a Pampers commercial, and feeling jealous of the babies in diapers. 2) Playing with younger cousins who wore diapers openly, while I hid mine under my jeans, but wished I could wear them openly, too. 3) Spending all kinds of time in the hospital, usually in just a diaper and a hospital gown, sometimes also wearing a catheter inside my diaper (which hurt like crazy because the diaper pressed on it). Guessing they left the diaper on for my bowels but left the catheter in after surgery, for my bladder. 4) A few detailed memories of being changed in public, on the floors of restrooms, and looking over and seeing strangers/women looking back at me, not to mention other memories of nurses seeing me in just a diaper. 5) Around seven or so, still diapered at a family gathering, I looked over and saw a cousin wearing nothing but a diaper. At one point, our grandma slid her hand down the back of her diaper and kind of fondled her bottom for a while. I'm sure it was totally innocent but it freaked me out because I was wearing a diaper, too, and wondered if that meant I was next, which in turn created this weird love/hate wish to be changed in front of everybody. 6) Eight years old (or so), babysat by a stoned uncle and his friends, when one of the friends put a porno on as a joke, thinking I was too young to understand. I watched for a few seconds and had an orgasm in my diaper (not sure if I actually ejaculated at that age, but I definitely also lost control of my bladder, which made me hella embarrassed). 7) Definitely by nine, I loved being in diapers, even though they were embarrassing, and hated it when I couldn't wear them anymore. I thought about being diapered all the time, and as much as I hated having wetting accidents in public, I'd masturbate by wetting myself at home (that is, wetting pads and plastic pants) on purpose. Ha, there are tons more like that, but that's a start.

Hello, everyone! I've been posting on other sites for a while but decided to finally migrate over here. I've been into diapers for as long as I can remember. Initially, it was for medical reasons (scoliosis and some other birth defects that had me bowel-incontinent until about 7, and bladder-incontinent for MUCH longer, basically until I got on the right medication at 20 or so). I also spent tons of time in hospitals. I kind of lived in denial about my love of diapers until I was a bit older; I knew I loved them when I was a teen, but didn't really let myself get super into them until I was in college. My parents were... well, decent overall, I guess, but pretty neglectful and kind of clueless. My mom also had a lot of depression when I was a kid, so she'd leave me in a wet/messy diaper for HOURS. Add to that all the time I spent in hospitals, getting catheters and enemas and surgeries and you-name-it, and I have tons of embarrassing, diaper-related memories. I'm guessing my whole love of diapers started as a coping mechanism, since I had to wear them anyway, like it or not. But I know that very early on, I definitely started really liking them. The past year or so, I've really been trying to talk more about all the crazy diaper-related memories I have, which has been a big help. Side note: I was thinking about starting a thread for those memories, just in case they'd be helpful to anybody else with similar experiences. Any suggestions where I should post? Meanwhile, in the real world, I have a decent job and I'm in pretty good shape (started working out when I was about 14 to deal with depression, and have kept at it religiously ever since). I'm happy to answer questions about anything. Thanks for letting me join!