Little Sherri

Going to a barbecue this afternoon, that will surely stretch well into the evening, and will involve a good quantity of beer. I'll be diapered for the whole thing - trying to figure out exactly what to wear, in terms of diapers, right now - the most intelligent move would be to wear something with top-tier capacity, like a BeDry Night Premium or Mega Inspire+ or MegaMax, however we are going to be playing cornhole and maybe tossing a football around, so I don't want to wear a ginormous diaper during the daylight component of the event, where everyone's families are there. Later, when it's just the guys left standing, and it's dark out and we're sitting around a fire, it won't matter what I have on. I might go Active Air for the daylight hours, do a discreet change at dusk, and then BeDry or BeDry night for the evening portion of events. And I'll pack my terry-lined plastic pants because my wife will leave well before I will want to, so I'll probably crash at my buddy's place, and I have learned from bitter experience, that a night on the sauce, and sleeping in a friend's bedroom, requires an extra layer of security, to avoid extremely awkward conversations in the morning. "Hey, so, I owe you a mattress - let me know what you want, and I'll order it..."

I'd say, good on her, if she's comfortable wearing a diaper, for whatever the reason, and wearing whatever she wants to, over it. Society in general allows more latitude to women, particularly young women, to wear whatever they like, whereas the same "freedoms", extended to men, tend to elicit furrowed eyebrows, or worse. My daughter has elected to wear pajama pants to Costco, before, for example, and her friends wear, for example, dark-coloured bras under sheer, light-coloured shirts, or bralettes, which are essentially underwear becoming outerwear. I've watched the LNGU people go kayaking in diapers, or shopping with ABDL diapers under not-very-concealing shorts, and the reactions they get are generally none, or, positive. I'm pretty sure that if I (middle-aged pudgy dad-bod type) went to Costco in a romper over a fairly obvious diaper, people would be generally less than welcoming about it. Although, at the same time, I would say that this wardrobe generosity only partially makes up for the generally much higher standards that society applies to the wardrobe requirements and appearance of people who identify as female; I've seen the arms race at the high schools and universities, for women to wear barely anything, but to, at the same time be discreet about it, and to look smashing, all the time, with respect to their makeup and hair. My kids, my wife, and their friends spend significantly more of their life energy and time, trying to look a certain way for any given situation, whereas I just pull on oversized shorts/jeans/dress pants, and a onesie and a golf shirt, and I'm out the door in 7 minutes, and I'm utterly invisible - I perfectly match the template for middle-aged dad, with zero effort, even wearing an ABDL diaper underneath.

I've attracted a negative review, of sorts, and all in the interests of parsimony. (It's not lost on me, by the way, that the word parsimonious contains five syllables.) I was in a lighthearted argument with my spouse regarding what constitutes "dirty", when it comes to dishes emerging from the dishwasher. She'd opened it about 3 minutes after it was done running, interrupting the drying cycle, and she pulled out a glass, looked at its steam-fogged interior, and proclaimed that it was still "dirty". I protested, took the glass from her, gave it a rinse with some tap water, and dried it with a towel. Voila, it looked fine. She said I was "cheating", because I'd rinsed it. I pointed out that the 90 minutes of hot caustic bathing were more likely responsible for its absence of film, than the quick rinse with cold tap water. She asked me if I was planning on doing that with the rest of the dishes in the machine. I said, "No, I think we should let them dry, and then judge their cleanliness. You know, the way the machine is supposed to work?" I said that last bit, as she was walking behind me, while I stood in front of the machine, so she unexpectedly smacked me on the butt. You can probably see where this is going. I was (and am) in a Crinklz that I've had on for about half a rotation of the earth - I was thinking it was just about time to go and change it. I'd been sitting at my desk for most of the day. It hasn't leaked, but, it's seen some stuff. "Ew... you have a soggy bottom." "Yeah, I was just about to change..." "If I had to wear diapers, I don't know if I'd let them get like that." I wasn't sure if it was wise to engage or not, on the topic, but I had half an IPA in me, so I decided, well she'd brought it up, not me... "It's a bit bulky now, but honestly, good diapers don't feel particularly wet, for most of the time you're in them. You could say that I have a pretty good 'seat of the pants' feel for when I need to change..." She rolled her eyes at my wordplay. I took the dog out, and then tended to some beer equipment in garage. I still haven't changed it yet, and now she's gone up to our room to watch a show, which means that when I head up to get changed, I'll have to stroll pendulously past her side of the bed, to get showered and changed.

In Bruges, from 2008. Great movie.

We must be out of our fecking minds... Not for the first time, have I thought this. But here we are. I can't fathom the idea of "going back". Thank you for being a "Spirit Guide" on this most illogical of journeys.

A lovely chapter! I can see that you've fed baby cows before - they are pushy!

I experienced the inverse of this, with fish food - I'd previously ordered a large tub of it, probably about 500 grams (fish food is light), and when I went to look it up again, I saw a tub that looked identical, and the price was in the same neighbourhood, so I pulled the trigger... and got like 50 grams. I've since become more careful. I never thought to buy diaper cream on Amazon - I'll have to have a look.

Outside, no, but I have had the odd side-eye glance from my wife, when I wear overtly pink diapers. There seems to be a threshold for "allowable pinkness", beyond which, I am attracting her ire; Rearz' Lil' Splash diapers, for example, have never provoked a comment - I've worn them to her parents' house (under clothes), and she hasn't blinked. However, a Princess Pink, or the MegaMax in pink, has caused her to give me furrowed brows.

Welcome, @Crayola. There are a plethora of great people here - dive in and join some conversations. I was very, very new to ABDL when I arrived here, when I joined in 2018 (I had to look that up!). I didn't even know the acronym. I'd never seen or worn an ABDL diaper, I just knew that I'd been "funny" about diapers since my childhood. Finding this community was like believing I was alone on a desert island, and then one day finding a city over a hill I had never climbed before. I've met some amazing and inspiring people here, in the last 8 years, and vanishingly few "negative Nellies" (not to disparage anyone named Nellie...). All the usual caveats about internet friendships apply, but I will say that the mods here do a remarkable job of keeping the streets safe, so to speak.

Ver cute, @LilSoph. It would be difficult for me to say for sure, because I wore diapers to bed as a kid for quite a while after I was potty trained during the day. There are a couple of moments I recall, though, that I would say were indicative of an unusual fascination with diapers. First of all, after I outgrew needing them during the day, I mostly wore them to bed. However, there were situations where we were, say, driving somewhere at night - coming home from a relative's place, or travelling, where I would likely end up sleeping in the car, that I wore one. I remember us going to meet my aunt, uncle and cousin at church for midnight mass on Christmas Eve (the kid-friendly midnight mass, so not at midnight, more like 9 PM), and I was wearing both "church clothes" (dress pants and a shirt), and a diaper, and I had never worn formal clothing over a diaper before, nor was it common for me to be in a crowded room with hundreds of people, and lots of kids, and to be wearing a diaper. So, I was terrified and anxious about the situation, but also realized that I was strangely thrilled about it - while I was embarrassed and had butterflies in my stomach, I also liked how it felt, being diapered somewhere other than at home. Part of me wanted to disappear from the situation, and another part of me, wished that it would happen again. On another occasion, after I outgrew diapers, I was at a friend's place, who lived with his grandma, and in their bathroom, they had a box of Pampers in the vanity. I discovered this after seeing a wrapped-up diaper in the garbage while I was going pee, and being curious, I did further exploration, and found the box under the sink. I initially thought that it was my friend who must be wearing them, and I was fascinated, because I'd only really known one other person who wore diapers as an older kid, and she'd moved away a couple of years before. I did two things - one was, to immediately steal a diaper, and jam it into the pocket of my winter jacket. Second, I asked my buddy why there were diapers in the bathroom - I was hoping he'd say it was because he wore them to bed or something. But he said that his grandma sometimes peed her pants when she coughed or laughed or sneezed, so she was using them like pads, essentially - she was a large woman, so could not possibly have "worn" them, in the conventional sense. I got home later and went immediately to the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled the diaper out and tried to put it on. It was too small to close, so I went and got Scotch tape from box where we had Christmas wrapping stuff, and I put the diaper on, as that's what my mom had helped me to do, back when I was still wearing them to bed, once I couldn't fit in them anymore. Much as you did, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was riveted, although I couldn't explain why. I never wet it, because I wanted to save it for another occasion, and I think I might have had it on a couple of times, but then we were going to be changing around the room I shared with my brother, and I was terrified of it being found - I had it under the bottom drawer of my dresser - so I took it to a garbage can in a park, and threw it away. Probably a couple of years later - I was around 11 - I remember riding my bike up to a drug store in the local strip mall, and buying a blister pack of diaper pins, which I had spotted while in there with my mom on a previous occasion. I was shaking like a leaf as walked into the baby section, pulled them off the peg, and ponied up the $2.99 or whatever it cost - I was sure the cashier knew what I as up to. I rode home, hid them like they were narcotics, and at then at some point later, I took a white pillow case from the linen closet, and I fashioned it into a homemade cloth diaper that I wore only in bed, at night, in a room I shared with my brother - I'd wait until he was asleep, and then put it on and not do anything, really, except enjoy the sensation of wearing it, until I heard my sister or parents in the hall or whatever, and panicked and took it off and jammed it back under the drawer. A couple of years after that, my stepdad found my stash of homemade diapers, and yelled at me in front of my family, and then I didn't do anything like that again for 20 years. Sorry for the long post - your question took me down memory lane!

There's no question, the first week is the hardest - you aren't used to wearing diapers all the time yet, and you probably haven't adjusted your wardrobe, nor your habits, to being in them fulltime, so the instinct to skip wearing them, just for X activity this afternoon that seems like it would be too difficult to manage, is strong. It's a week of firsts, and you are also learning about the products you have - even if you've worn a particular model a bunch of times, if you haven't been going about your normal business, you aren't completely familiar with how it is going to behave. I had "recreational" diaper models in my wardrobe, such as the Play Dayz, that I then tried to wear for an afternoon of running errands, where I realized that they were not the best product for that - the didn't perform the same way under street clothing, and with activity, as they did when I was wearing them around the house, not under anything, and I could change whenever I needed to. I decided to try and get through a weekend, way back in the time tunnel, and once I'd ticked that box, I decided to see how many week days I could navigate, fully expecting to pull the ripcord at some point - it was just a test, for a stretch when I was going to have the house to myself, later in the year, wherein I had hoped I could go for a couple of weeks wearing only diapers as underpants. However, when I made it to Friday, I thought that I might as well wear through a second weekend, as that had already proven to be easier than wearing through the week, which I had just accomplished. Then came the second Monday... and I wondered... could I do another week? A week after that, I had to buy more diapers, as I'd burned through most of my inventory. And here I am, 7 years later. Throwing away my "big boy" underwear was, I would say, almost an unnecessary step, but it still felt big to me, when I did it. I'd have to look back at when that was, but I think it was about a year and a half in. By that point, they'd lived in a bag, on a shelf in my garage, for most of the interim period, but when they landed in the bin, I realized that I had no intention of ever going back. I would say that it may help you to put your adult underwear somewhere inconvenient to get to - say, the attic, or in a storage locker. It's sort of like someone trying to quit smoking, not having cigarettes within reach, or, if you're on a diet, not having bags of chips in the cupboard. Anyone can get cigarettes, chips, or underwear, in short order, but introducing that delay short-circuits impulsive decision making. If it takes 10 minutes to dig up the old boxer shorts, that's 10 minutes in which you might talk yourself in to just wearing a diaper.

I've had a couple of unavoidable, accidental "humiliations", mostly in medical settings. The first that I recall, was going for an MRI during the pandemic, and being handed a disposable paper medical gown, instead of the usual reusable cotton ones, for the scan. I had a very plain, white diaper on, so I wasn't concerned about it, but when I walked into the waiting room, from the changing cubicle, my diaper started glowing under the gown, due to the airport-grade overhead lighting, which I did not realize until a technician ran over to me, with a second gown to put on. I didn't plan for that, and I didn't particularly enjoy it, but it was interesting to do a psychological post-mortem on it, and to realize that, although my childhood had been characterized by extreme anxiety over anyone knowing I wore, or liked diapers, my adult experience was essentially a shrug. A few people probably noticed. Nobody, outside of the tech who helped me, cared. A couple of years after that, I wore a plain, grey pull-up to a urologist's appointment, not expecting there to be any in-trouser work, as it was my first appointment, but the doctor thought it was an excellent opportunity to digitally assault me, in front of one of his residents, so I was asked to please drop my drawers. I could have declined, but I'd driven downtown, and already paid $30 for parking, so... reluctantly, I pulled down my pull-up. Neither of them said a word about it. I also had a waistband reveal at an ECG appointment that I didn't know was an ECG appointment - I'd thought it was just for bloodwork, so I wore a onesie, for security, and a short-sleeved golf shirt, for access to veins. However, I was told I needed to take my shirt off... why again? ECG? Oh. Again, I could have declined, but I would have had to come back, so I unbuttoned my onesie, and took my shirts off, tucking as much diaper into my jeans as possible, but in getting onto the examination table, some plastic made a cameo appearance. I started tucking it in, and the nice lady told me not to worry about it. I've also "come clean" to my RMT about having unspecified "bladder issues" on their intake form, after my wife forced my hand and booked a massage for me - I hadn't had one in about 5 years, at that time, because I was in diapers, and didn't know how to deal with that, with an RMT, despite having coverage for massages in my benefits. My wife and daughters all strip down to their underwear for massages, but I squibbed on laying there in just a diaper, and wore gym shorts, which made it a little easier. However, I felt her pull the elastic of my shorts downward, to get to my lower back, and then pull it back up again, I'm guessing to cover the waistband of the diaper I was in, a very boring, slim cloth-backed medical type. I have relatives who work in medical fields, however, and they have assured me that seeing a guy in a diaper is about as interesting as mashed potatoes to them. They see a lot of strange things. In answer to the original thrust of the question posed at the start of this thread, the only ethical way to indulge in diaper humiliation, is to ask a partner, or a dominatrix, or other sex worker, if they're cool with you being in diapers during whatever interaction you're asking for, and then it's up to them, as consenting adults, to participate, or decline. As with medical personnel, most people in that line of work have seen stranger things that you or I can imagine, so I'm guessing that for most of them, it would be a non-issue, but at least they have been given a choice about it. Streaking through a public park in a diaper is making innocent people into unwilling props in your game.

I'm probably more of a DL than an AB, although maybe I would abbreviate to abDL or something like that. I was definitely "into" diapers as a kid, long before I had thoughts of any kind of age-play. When I was making my homemade cloth diapers as a 'tween and early teen, I wasn't thinking about adding a pacifier or baby bottle, I just wanted to wear diapers, because it put me into an enjoyable headspace. Much, much later, as an adult, when I finally discovered that the ABDL universe existed, thanks chiefly to this site, and to my discovering Rearz, back when they had a store, I was immediately attracted to the printed diapers, because they represented what I could not have, as an older kid who wanted to wear diapers - in theory, I could have gotten my hands on a medical store-grade adult diaper, which would have looked like it was stolen from a hospital, but the printed diapers that were out then, that I didn't have access to as a little kid, wouldn't fit me, once I had the freedom to go to stores without my parents being with me. So at Rearz, I went to town on ABDL printed diapers, and I bought some pacifiers, but as far as other baby accoutrements, I haven't really indulged, despite having a credit card, and living openly in diapers now - I guess if I wanted snap-crotch shortalls, I could have them. I have onesies, but they all look like normal t-shirts. I got a baby bottle from Rearz on a promotion, when I was trying to bulk up an order to the "free shipping" threshold, and I've used it a few times, but my heart isn't really in it, or else I would use it more often. Also, as I've gotten further down the 24/7 road, the novelty of printed diapers has somewhat dulled - I still buy them, and wear them, but probably about 2/3rd's of what I wear now, are white - I pay more attention to price and performance, than cuteness. However, the pacifiers are here to stay - they solved a problem for my wife, in the form of a tooth clicking noise I used to make in my sleep. I'd been prescribed a dental night guard, but she said that just made it louder, whereas using a pacifier silences it. So, I suspect that if I die in my sleep, statistically, I'll be found in a white DL diaper, with a pacifier in my mouth. abDL.

I used to wear those, as well - they worked well as a decent quality light-to-medium duty diaper. I liked them. I have what you're talking about, on my wish list as well - I wish they made printed versions of Active Airs, for example. Not that it really matters - I can just wear Active Airs, and I often do, for daytime missions where I want less bulk, but reasonable reliability. But if they came in a 60 pack, with cute prints, and plastic or cloth backed options, I'd be all over that.

I had a brief, unexpected "socially diapered" experience in my kitchen this morning. We really don't have unplanned visitors to the house very often - we're a bit outside of the town proper, and as with making actual voice phone calls these days, people tend to text before engaging in person. We are not averse to anyone showing up, but in practice, almost always get at least 15 minutes of warning, of such an occurrence. So, if I'm, say, making coffee in my kitchen, wearing a Mega Inspire+ that I've slept in, under snug gym shorts in a light fabric, I could go exchange those for loose cargo shorts in a heavier weave. However, as mentioned before, my wife has befriended one of the neighbours. I'm arguably friends with all of our neighbours, but with most of them, interactions are confined to over the fence, or across the yard, with the exception of us helping each other on occasions where another set of hands is needed for a task, or the odd backyard beer, usually impromptu. We don't show up at each other's doors unannounced, very often - usually, there would be a text. "Hey, we're thinking of dropping by with a Christmas present - are you guys around?" Something like that. However, Victoria is from a different time, a time when neighbours around here walked over to each other's houses, unannounced, and everyone always had tea and finger sandwiches at the ready, because phones were audio-only affairs, and they were generally located in the kitchen, tethered to the wall. SO, this morning, Victoria decided to perambulate over, to discuss gardening, and anything else that might interest her - we share a garden at our property line. She may have texted my wife, but if so, she said nothing to me about it. Hence, the dog roused, but didn't really alarm, because now he knows her, and I guess knows the sound of her walk, or heartbeat, or whatever he detects with his superhuman senses. All I know is that he knows cars, down cold. Any of my friends roll up, or any car belonging to us, and he barely glances at the door. If the UPS guy pulls onto the driveway, he tries to jump through the window. But I digress. I heard the side door opening, and then my wife's voice, and Victoria's, and it was already too late - I'd have had to walk past them, in order to head upstairs to change, and they were in the room before I could have crossed it, anyway. So, there I was, in a moderately wet, puffy-by-design, super-diaper, under inadequate, light-coloured shorts, and a not-particularly-long t-shirt. They came into the room, saying their hellos, and being that I was already standing at the coffee station, where the tea-making equipment also resides, I said hi, and asked if our guest wanted tea, knowing full well that she would. She said, yes, and I turned to commence gathering the provisions to provide it, knowing that my diapered backside probably did not need a neon sign over it, for onlookers to know what they were looking at. Assuming anyone was looking at all, which they may very well not have been, but I was conscious of the bulk of it, as I operated, in a way that, these days, I generally am not, and miraculously, I could all of a sudden hear its every utterance, as I walked back and forth, which, again, I am usually deaf to. I was somewhat relieved when I was able to sit down, after handing her her tea, although I then wondered if the waistband might be sticking up at the back, but checking would have drawn attention to that-which-I-didn't-want-attention-on, so I just tugged at the sides of my t-shirt, as I positioned myself on my chair, and hoped for the best. It didn't really matter, other than from a decorum perspective - my underpants requirements were not news to anyone in the room. What was interesting, though, was that my wife and I had been hanging out for about 20 minutes before Victoria's arrival, and she well knew what I had on, which was chosen for no reason other than to not walk into the kitchen wearing only a diaper, which I very well might have done, except that I didn't know my daughter's schedule, this morning. SO, if my wife knew she was coming, she didn't warn me about it, and if she didn't know, she didn't give me any cursory moment to freshen up, by, say, announcing that Victoria was over, and then walking her around to the deck, rather than straight into the kitchen, something like that, which would have let me dash off and get dressed for company. So, apparently, she's fine with me being "openly diapered" in front of this friend of ours. Which leads me to my next question - does she, my wife, know how many other people know? I know that she knows that Dave & Anne know, but what about our other friends? Not that they are legion, but there are a few other couples in our orbit who have been inadvertently, or by necessity, inculcated. I sort of suspected that she'd be pissed off at me, if she realized the scope of how many people know, and evidently don't care, but given her casualness regarding our neighbour, maybe not?