Little Sherri

We've spoken a number of times about how bedwetting bolts like a deer encountered in the forest, if you look at it for too long. I'm sure mine hasn't bolted, but I did wake up dry this morning, and that, after a night on red wine, at a buddy's place. Mercurial, these phenomena. Now for another edition of my ongoing series, which I will christen "Sherri Lets Down His Guard." I slept in a BeDry at my buddy's place last night, got up this morning, and walked into the kitchen for some coffee, with a pair of jeans on over the mostly-dry BeDry (I woke up dry, but then wet it while I brushed my teeth, of course). It was good that I didn't go with a pair of track pants, for example, which would often be my legwear of choice, first thing in the morning, in a house where people "know", and I'm not overly concerned about detectable puffiness, or a crinkle here and there. It was good, because one of their daughters had a friend over, and I wasn't interested in being a topic of conversation in their cohort, later, if, that is, she even noticed anything, which she very well might not have, because middle-aged men who drink with their dads are of little importance, other than if, say, the breaker keeps tripping on the hot tub. Then, you might need one of their thin-haired ranks. But I also live with members of their species, so I know that teen girls have a keen eye for appearances, and I was patting myself on the back for not having an appearance worth eyeing. I had a coffee, discussed the possibility that it might snow tomorrow (I don't believe it, I refuse to believe it), and then I headed home to do some "It might snow" chores, such as killing the water to external plumbing fixtures, and blowing out the lines. While doing that, I noted that one of the tires on my lawn tractor was getting low, as it does periodically. It's far less work to just top it up two or three times a summer, than it would be to take the wheel off, and drive it into a tire place and get it fixed, is my operating theory. So, I was squatting down, filling my tire with air, with the noise of the compressor drowning out the ambient sounds of a midday in late fall, when I heard a voice. "I say, hello there, sorry to interrupt your work..." I turned around, and an older lady, who lives up the country road from us, was standing over me, with her large, fluffy German Shepherd standing at her side. There was absolutely no question that my diaper was showing above my pants at my lower back, because I was actually somewhat enjoying the sensation of being outside, well down my long driveway, kind of openly wearing a diaper on a crisp day - "kind of", because the only people who might glance out a window, or happen by, would normally be the people I live with, for whom this it's not exactly breaking news that I have a nappy on. But now, here stood this lady, whose name I could not recall, although it later occurred to me, as these things do. I flicked off the compressor, and stood up, giving the dog a chance to sniff my hand, while saying "Oh, hi, sorry, I didn't realize you were there. How are you?" "I'm well," she said, and then repeated again that she was sorry to be bothering me. No problem, I said. "You wouldn't happen to know the name of the man who lives a few driveways down, who puts the plow on his truck in the winter, would you?" She was referring to a neighbour of ours who clears driveways as a side gig - I don't pay him to clear mine, although sometimes I wish I did. But I grace him with beer from time to time, and he graces me with clearing the windrow from the bottom of the driveway, if he happens to be driving by at the right time. It's a symbiotic arrangement. "I do - his name is (redacted). Do you want his phone number?" "That would be perfect," she said with a gracious smile. "The guy I used last year didn't do a great job - he sometimes didn't come for days, and once, he ripped up one of my gardens. I'm looking for options." "Oh, (redacted) is very good," I said. "I know a few people who he's worked for." Then, assuming that she would want the number on a piece of paper, because she was likely in her 70's, I said that I would go get a pen and write it down, but she pulled out an iPhone, of course, and took it from me verbally. We chatted for a few minutes about dogs and our street and the coming winter, and the she thanked me again, and headed back up my driveway. I turned and restarted my compressor, and thought about what had transpired. Nothing, but also, something. I know that her husband is older than her, and not in great shape, so I have suspected for a while that mine were not the only trash cans on the street containing balled-up diapers, aside from the people who have kids. So, I don't think anything would likely come of this - I really can't see her going over to the other neighbours and saying, "I saw the man down the road the other day, and he was wearing a diaper, can you imagine that...?" At least it wasn't festooned with baby tigers or something. White diapers for the win. In other news, I think that old pull-ups were far more absorbent than the new ones are. I draw this conclusion based on having recently tried the XXL Goodnites, for journalistic reasons, and finding them to be good for about one thorough wetting, or an hour to 90 minutes of disinterested dribbling. However, I came across a stash of pull-ups, both Goodnites, and store brand ones, that we must have tucked away when we moved - they were in a plastic tote, under the guest bed, and they were of a size that would no longer fit my daughter, who, in any case, doesn't use them anymore, as far as I can see - I haven't asked her. We still have them in the linen closet, but I haven't noted them on the shopping list in quite a while. So, I decided to use them as stuffers, rather than throwing them out. Donating them didn't seem like a viable idea - they were out of their packaging, and the white interiors of them were yellowing a bit, from age. A thrift store would likely have thrown them out. I'm not a stuffer or booster person, generally, because I find they can make diapers last inconveniently long periods of time - it's rare for me to have 20 straight hours where I can get away with looking like I have a pillow in my pants, and when I do, which is often in the midst of the workweek, I have diapers for that. I don't need a BeDry Night to last 30 hours - I will eventually crave dryness, and start worrying about "nose blindness" to off scents having crept in. But, I have used perforated kid diapers to extend the range of crappy adult diapers, and I engaged in that technique one of the nights this week, when I took off an exhausted super-diaper, so that I could go do some shopping for my stepdad, before returning home, putting on another super-diaper, going to bed, and then jacking back into The Matrix for another 12-hour workday. I put the suitably-modified, pony-themed pull-up into an ATN, and then headed out for a three hour tour (the Gilligan's Island theme playing in my head). When I got back to the house, that ATN had some heft to it, but it was still holding its own, which would not be the case, were it unassisted by a product sized for leaky eight-year-olds. Safely on home turf, I kept the package on until bedtime, even daring to read in bed for a while, next to my wife, a situation which could turn a leak into a fatality, in a worst-case scenario. I did an examination when I finally went to shower, and put on another real diaper, and the pull-up was doing most of the heavy lifting in there. I don't know if it contains more stuffing, different stuffing material, or more SAP, or what, and granted, it was "allowed" to leak, because it was entrapped in a bigger diaper, but still, it seemed to be holding a hell of a lot more, than the XXL Goodnite I'd experimented with a few weeks ago. I suppose I'd have to put one of those big, new pull-ups to the same test, to say for sure. Stay tuned.

I can't believe it's been a week since I posted anything on this thread, although I've responded to things people have posted elsewhere. When I'm buried by work requirements, this site is like a dish of chocolates on the corner of my desk - if I have a few minutes between meetings, but not enough time to get into anything work-related that is substantive, I'll dip my foot in and read a couple of things, throw a "like" or two, and maybe make a comment. Because I am prone to verbal, and/or textual diarrhea, sometimes I end up crafting a response over the course of a few such moments, and I end up posting a short novel, where I had intended to post a few words. Ah, well. Another day, another diaper, I guess? That's where I am. I emptied my diaper can last night, collecting the garbage around the house, and noted that it's been a big-diaper week. A few Inspire+'s and BeDry Night's in there, reflecting the fact that I've been home, and mostly not on the road. That will change again in the coming weeks - I have lots of work travel booked before the end of the year. I'm in a Critter Caboose, right now, and procrastinating on starting in on a task that needs to get done, but that I really don't relish. I put this one on last night, after pushing a BeDry Night to just about its breaking point, when I worked to about 8 PM, and then went to the kitchen to have a late dinner. I was pretty much waddling across the room, and I decided that I wanted to be able to relax and enjoy my food, rather than being concerned that I might leave a spot on a kitchen chair, or carry "unkempt" odors, given the ~19 hour shift my diaper had seen. So, I ran - well, waddle-ran - upstairs, binned that valiant soldier, took a quick shower, and put on this Caboose on my caboose. I woke up wet this morning - that has been happening pretty much every morning for the last few weeks, even when I'm not drinking, which I generally don't do during the week, except for maybe one allocated pub night, and, when sports teams I follow are in the playoffs, which none are, currently. Work travel is another story, however - it's a day of meetings, followed by a restaurant, usually followed by a bar, and then sometimes a nightcap at the hotel bar, and then you get up at 6:30 am for breakfast, and do it all again. After two or three straight weeks of travel, I sometimes think I should check myself into a 12-step program, and maybe do a few of the steps, until Friday. Night wetting has been a reality for me for years, but it's been on my mind lately, because I guess my skull is unusually thick; I've known, and proclaimed proudly, that I am a card-carrying member of the bedwetter's club, again, but there were always droughts that led me to think that, wink, I bet I could reverse course on this, if I really wanted to. Whereas when I wake up in a soaked nappy, with zero recollection of it happening, for days and days on end, I realize that I may be paying the piper for my silly nightwear preferences for a long time to come. Which I'm fine with, but it's still a bit of a mind freak, when I take time to think about it. Another mind freak is how bulky this diaper is. I went for a walk up the driveway a moment ago, with the dog, when the rain stopped momentarily, and I guess it's a function of where the fire was concentrated when I was sleeping, and the fact I've been sitting in an office chair since 7:30 this morning, but I was almost self-conscious about the altered gate I had to effect. I am reminded of those Pampers Cruisers commercials where they promise to eliminate the "Cowboy Walk". I wish they made Pampers Cruisers in size 11. That's all for now. It took me two hours to type this out, in five minutes blocks....

I have not seen these yet, but I am in Canada, and US product innovations sometimes take time to make it up here. But, in general, they have to add some marketing fairy dust to products periodically. I'd be surprised if this is a big change. They launched the size 8 Baby Dry's in Canada a while ago, and I bought some, but a scale and a tape measure told me that they were almost indistinguishable from the size 7's, for example. Let us know how the measure up, if anyone gets their hands on some.

Been there! ATN should Be an acronym for "All Through the Nappy", not "All Through the Night", as it allegedly means. I use them as burner diapers, like you do, fill-ins for a few hours here and there, and I've had results that are all over the map. They're never great, but they've occasionally been "okay", however if you're in a weird position, they are not your friend.

Very well said, and this is my philosophy, these days. Coincidentally, the above was proved out again yesterday, when I was doing some work around the house, wearing one of the last of my old Rearz Essentials, the precursor to the BeDry. I had on a pair of light athletic shorts, and an old t-shirt, because I was doing dusty and dirty labour, and I didn't expect to see anyone that didn't live with me. However, while I was in the garage, a buddy stopped by to borrow a tool. Thankfully, one of my buddies who "know" - they don't know the why of it, at least as far as I can determine, but they know some of the what. So there I stood, in my garage, with my diaper pretty obvious under the light shorts, and a t-shirt not long enough to help, talking to my friend. I then asked him if he wanted a beer, which he immediately took me up on. I said, "Perfect, I was just about to get out of these dusty clothes - give me two minutes...", and I ran into the house, pulled jeans and a hoodie on, grabbed pint glasses, and went back out to meet him. He'd texted that he was coming over, but my shorts didn't have pockets, so my phone was charging on my desk. What can you do? We drank beer and talked about the tragic baseball outcome. I had a diaper on, and he didn't care. I have a couple of "tales of the tape" to mention... tape doesn't play a very important role in my wardrobe, these days, except for the tapes that come installed on my diapers by the manufacturers. But in terms of rolls of tape, they are not as important. Back in the old days, I used to use clear packing tape to create landing zones on low-end diapers, in order to allow me to wear them for extended periods, but back then, I wasn't living in diapers, I was just wearing them when I could, so l got around low capacity by not using them as diapers, basically. I'd wet them a bit, then switch back to using the potty when the need arose. The thinness of those cheap off-the-shelf medical diapers worked for me then, because I hadn't told anyone, and particularly the people I live with, that I was wearing them periodically So now, I have one roll, in my bathroom drawer, that I go to - it gets used for taping plastic-backed hook/loop diapers in to a roll, since the tabs themselves will not cling to the plastic backing, and I also occasionally use it for tab repairs. As it would happen, the roll I had, which was an unidentified but useful white, shiny medical tape of some sort, had run out, and I replaced it with something I had at hand in the garage... hockey tape. Well, man does hockey tape hold! I had a tab give up the ghost after having been opened a couple of times (thanks, habanero wings...), and I went to reinforce it with my supplementary product. However, I then needed to open my diaper again, and there was NO way that hockey tape was coming off the lefthand side. So, it then got applied to the righthand side. Then, a bit later, working in the basement in just that diaper (thankfully, I pulled shorts on before I went to the garage - see above...), I tore the back of it, squeezing between shelves or something - I'm not sure exactly what happened, because I didn't realize it had happened, until I started finding diaper fluff on the floor in our bedroom, while I was transporting laundry baskets around. The diaper wasn't saturated, but it could not be taken off, without ripping it apart, now that it was secured by hockey tape. I was planning on binning it and taking a shower when they day's work was finished, so I decided on an ad hoc repair; I pulled shorts on - not ones intended for public consumption, again, see above - and went to the garage to get a wider tape than the mighty but narrow type I had in our bathroom. I found grey duct tape, and affected a by-feel-only repair behind me, before getting caught up reorganizing the shelving in the area where the tape was stored... and then my buddy rolled up. Thankfully, I'd put the shorts back on, after the repair. I have worked in my garage in just a diaper before, although it's not as common for me to appear thusly, outside of the house, because neighbours and friends do sometimes call unexpectedly, and whereas the house has a doorbell, and some etiquette expectations, all of my buddy's and neighbour's garages have open-door policies. If the door is open, walk in.

The Inspire, now known as the Mega Inspire+, are not a new product for Rearz, although they added the "Mega" to them a couple of years ago, I think to denote that they fall into a category similar to the much-vaunted NorthShore MegaMax. They also "Mega-ed" a few other of their top-tier diapers, at the time. I'm not sure if any construction differences occurred with the change, although they did shift to an allegedly more common ISO rating standard that produces fever-dream maximum capacities which can only be achieved by completely immersing the diaper. Regardless of that, they are a great product. They occur frequently in my rotation, when I have a stretch in front of me that extends past 12 hours, wherein I will not be socializing with anyone outside of my immediate family, and will not be leaving the house, other than maybe to walk the dog. Such was the case last night - I did some work around the house in the late afternoon, took a shower, and then put on my overnight diaper before I sat down to dinner, which was scheduled to be at about 7 PM. I'm still in that same Inspire, which should carry me to noon, at least, and then I'll put something "medium-duty" on, because I'll be running errands tonight, and I don't want to look like I have a dead chicken stuffed down the front of my pants. I have no idea how the would cope with bowel incontinence, because that is not my affliction, so it's interesting to hear that they work well for you. They also remind me of the diapers of my childhood - I grew up in the 1980's, and my diapers were mostly plastic and white. I didn't wear them during the day very often - I wore them for bedwetting. I tend to reach for lesser products, these days, if I plan to use them for nature's calling #2, because for me, once that happens, the countdown to a change is severely shortened, and I don't want to sacrifice a super-duty diaper that still has most of its capacity remaining. But I don't do that in my diaper very often.

I've played with the idea, mentally, of using Halloween as an excuse to "tastefully" explore my ABDL side a little more overtly, under the guise of it all being in good, seasonal fun, but I haven't yet developed the courage to actually do it. I don't mean showing up at a party wearing just a diaper and a bonnet for a costume - I'm thinking more along the lines of wearing onesie pajamas, with a pacifier clipped to them - something like that. But I have a theory that my wife would shoot me, first of all, and second, being in diapers, I have persistent concerns that flirting with any public age-play might tip my hand to someone who has already noticed that I'm puffy in the midsection, and rarely get up to pee. The one exception would be the time I went to a Rearz Halloween party, wearing a non-AB or DL-themed costume, but, over a bulky diaper that it really didn't hide perfectly. But that was at Rearz. I looked like one of the staff, meanwhile other people had great, very on-theme costumes on. But I am curious as to if any of you are able to use the excuse of it being Halloween, to be a little more overt about your AB or DL, or whatever version of this you subscribe to, side of yourself. Happy Halloween, everyone!

Last night served up another opportunity to talk about the risks associated with putting oneself back in diapers, all the time. As I've said before, when you do something all the time, everywhere, there are a close-to-infinite number of circumstances you could find yourself in, while doing that thing. For me, that thing is wearing diapers, so conceivably, I could one day end up in a plane crash, or winning the lottery, or being rescued from a sinking boat, or being searched at the border, or choking on a meatball, while in plastic baby pants. Last night, I was at a World Series viewing party at a nice house, with nice people, and nice beer, and of course, I had a nice diaper on. I was wearing a medium-duty classic and staple of my rotation, before they got obsoleted, and then upgraded to a quasi-Mermaid's Tale replacement, in the form of hook/loop 11,000 ml iteration. I'm talking about the Rearz Lil' Monsters, and I still have a couple of cases of them, in their glorious original form, when they came in cases of 48, and a good sale could get you one for $80 or so. A decent, mid-grade ABDL diaper, for less than $2 each, made me wonder why Depends exists at all. However, at one point, the host elicited help from one of the teenagers present, in arraying us on their grand couch, in order to get a picture. Because of where my wife was already sitting, I was moved from a chair I was enjoying, to sit somewhat awkwardly on the arm of the couch next to her, to hoist a beer, for the moment that was to be immortalized in bits and bytes. The camera - a phone, of course - was aimed, some snaps were taken, and then the best of them was put into the group chat so that everyone could have a copy. Well, you can probably guess where this is going. Two things happened at almost the same time. first, my weird perch, with one leg kind of up, and one hanging down, basically created a perfect puffy triangle of denim-covered diaper, for the lens to capture. If I had been wearing a blue jean-coloured diaper, the area would have looked exactly the same, except for the corpse-like paler of my uncovered legs. The camera was not kind to me. Second, I was wearing an ugly Halloween sweater, which had been procured at some used clothing store, and the fit was less than ideal - it felt short on me. I'd been asked to wear it at another friend's house, on the way over, and probably should have declined, but I was trying to be a sport. However, the sweater I had worn originally hung well down my backside, removing the necessity to wear a onesie. I had a long-ish black t-shirt on as an undershirt, that was sufficient for the task, even under the stupid sweater, but one level of security had been dropped. During the setup for the shots, my wife lifted the back of my sweater, and actively tucked my shirt into my waistband, causing me to sit up like I'd been touched by an ice cube back there, right as they were taking the first test shot. The husband of a mutual friend, whom I do not really know, was standing behind the couch, where I would have preferred to have been placed. He has what he evidently considers to be an hilarious comment for almost every situation, it would seem - he'd dropped a few throughout the evening. A couple landed well, and a couple fell like dead seagulls from the air. "Hang on, Amanda - someone's getting a costume adjustment, because their Huggies were showing..." he quipped. That caused my wife to guffaw, and my heart to freeze. A couple of people chuckled, and I had to force disinterest in the proceedings, so as not to bring any confirmatory attention to the area that my mind was now locked on - any gap that might have existed between my jeans and my sweater. My wife gave me a pat on the back, and said, "You're good" in a low voice, which allowed me to let out the breath I was holding, and smile for the camera, but, it was a moment, and if, if, anyone had seen anything, which my wife later explained they probably did not, because her tucking was prophylactic, rather than curative, they would now have a great picture to zoom in on, and confirm that, yes, the man at the end of the couch sure looked like he was wearing a diaper. At least it was Halloween. I suppose I could say I was going as an adult baby in a stupid Halloween sweater. "My costume had layers, like an onion, you see..."

Yes, this lifestyle, somewhat like race car driving, is not for everyone. There are rewards, but also legitimate risks. You will need to mentally work through the "what if someone finds out" equation, because, given enough time... someone is going to find out, or at least suspect, something, if you plan to live 24/7, and you also plan to live another 40 years, or whatever. There's no shame in dabbling. We all make our own rules in this game. I'm trying to stick to my own rules, in evaluating the opportunities that the Rearz Black Friday presale present. Apparently there will be another one, closer to actual Black Friday - maybe it will also resemble a Black Friday sale, as well, because this one does not, at least with respect to disposables, which are the "cost of a gallon of gas" for our community. They're offering 10% off, which is better than a kick in the pants, but doesn't get me into a "impulse buy and put up shelves" mindset. Maybe BOGO sales from diaper suppliers are behind us, in the current economic climate, but my idea of a Black Friday event is of a crazy, once-a-year sale, and I hope that 10% is not the new highwater mark for that. I've stated in another string this week that if I were backed into a corner, and had to choose just one product to operate on, I'd probably choose economy and capability, over cuteness, so I am going to use that philosophy as a guideline, when I go shopping. If they were offering 25% off, or BOGO, or BTGO, I might decide to throw common sense to the wind, and try their new Little Monsters, even though they come in a 30 pack, instead of 36 or 48, but at 10% off, I'm not compelled to make a novelty purchase. If I can only get back 10% of my dollar, I have to stick to maximizing my ROI in other categories, such as performance and longevity. Which pretty much brings me to either the Mega Inspire+, or the BeDry Night, within the Rearz pantheon, both products which can assist me in getting under the 2.0 diaper-per-day KPI. with their willingness to be on the job for 0.75 of a day, or even longer, before threatening to impact my laundry detergent and hot water budgets. I'll review my spreadsheet and decide which one I am closer to needing. I'm back from a week of business travel, this time undertaken by automobile, so there has been no groping by government employees, thus far. I went heavy on the overnight protection, and was glad that I did, because the rains came every night. This may have been assisted by watching baseball, which legally requires the consumption of beer, in almost all places in North America. But in general, I am noting that I'm wetting the bed more often, and remembering it far less. In saying that, I will probably now go dry for the month of November, but here we are. My endocrine, and/or renal systems, or possibly my subconscious, have, one or all, embraced being a bedwetter again, apparently. It's interesting, knowing that I "have to" wear a diaper - it's a nostalgic feeling, basically. That was my childhood. I knew that I wanted to - sometimes - but also, I had to. There was an involuntary component to it. I've been talking for a while about essentially needing diapers, at night, and it being better, if I wear them during the day, but for most of my ABDL "career", they have been something I like to wear, rather than something I have to. That seems to be changing.

This is a dark conversational back alley, but for the sake of a thought experiment... hmmmm. I'm a bit stuck, in that I wet the bed pretty regularly now, so I might actually need to ask for some help with that, were I to find myself in the unfortunate position of facing some prison time. But weakness is exploited, so being "diaper guy" probably wouldn't be fun in there, unless you were in a separate unit for disabled people or something. The US prison system, in particular, has to deal with a portion of their population requiring incontinence supplies, because true lifetime sentences are far more common there, than in in Europe, the UK or Canada, for example. So people who committed crimes when they were in their early adulthood, or even late childhood, when criminality is most demographically common, get "rest of their natural life" sentences, as do "three-strikers" in some states. The third offence, to @Dubious's point, can be stealing bread, or kiting cheques or whatever, although you don't get a life sentence for petty theft, the first time out, unless someone gets killed in the process. Without wanting to get political, there is an interesting "chicken-or-egg" argument to be mounted, regarding the inarguable fact that the US has a greater crime rate, and particularly violent crime, with its harsh sentencing regimen, than Europe, the UK or Canada do. So, are harsh sentences required, because people in the US are for some reason more prone to this behaviour, or, do harsh sentences not really work? Criminologists would tend to argue the latter. In fact, studies show that harsh sentences impose high costs - keeping someone in prison for decades is not cheap - and those high costs can end up diverting resources from things that can help lower overall crime, such as lowering poverty, via social programs, mentoring and community programs for at-risk youth, and some other soft-touch stuff that sounds cuddly and weak, but that alleviates the grinding desperation which tends to make people not care about themselves, outcomes, or others. But those solutions are not as momentarily gratifying as vengeful retribution feels. Believe me, I understand - I read about some horror someone has committed, and I think, "Shoot that dog at dawn!" But in the long-term, experience suggests that doesn't solve the overarching problem, just the problem with that one idiot. The other idiots don't make rational, risk-based decisions, after evaluating what happened to that guy, like you and I probably do, when we, for example, think about buying Google stock, versus some penny mining company, or we decide to put winter tires on, rather than spending the money on sports gambling.

10% doesn't get me that excited - I tend to really make impulsive decisions at about the 25% mark, and BOGO gets me building shelves. But the Rearz Black Friday presale is on now, and while they are advertising 50% discounts, that's mostly on clothing - the diapers are 10% off. However, I will use them, so I'm likely going to buy something. I just won't buy four cases, like I would if the deals were more compelling. I'll probably go for maximum capacity at the lowest per-unit cost, rather than, say, deciding to try out those new Little Monsters, because they're cute, even though they come in a 30 pack, rather than 36 or 48, like some other Rearz products, so they're not the best deal, per se. But at 25% off... maybe one. BOGO - buy two!

I slept in hotels the last four nights, and always went to bed in a dry nappy, because I was wearing one of my “safe for drinks with colleagues” nappies only moments before I got ready for bed. On a side note, 18 innings of baseball nearly damaged my career. I had to run up to the room. But, back to the topic at hand: I woke up wet every morning. I, too, am experiencing the night rains more frequently, lately. Like you, now that I’ve spoken of it, I expect a month of dry nights…

I’ve thought, and written, about this question, a fair bit. I still don’t have a complete answer, but I have parts of one, I suspect. I wore nappies to bed as a kid, because I was a bedwetter until I was 10 and a half. I don’t thank that alone explains “this” side of me completely, but it definitely played a pivotal role, obviously. I think seeing my younger brother get out of diapers completely, on a normal schedule, while I still had to wear them, was part of it. But, I knew I liked diapers at a very early age, so maybe, back when my brother was still in them, I envied the attention he was getting, while my parents had greater expectations of my behaviour and capabilities, because I was older? Him wearing diapers was fine, while my wearing them was treated as unfortunate? Also, I think my current 24-7 lifestyle is at least in part about taking the enjoyment of wearing diapers back, on my own terms, because as a kid, I both loved and hated them. I lived in stark fear of anyone finding out that I wore them, and I knew I had to hide that I liked them, even from my parents. That’s a lot to carry, when you’re in the third grade, for example. So now, I am wearing them by choice, and it’s become somewhat normal for me. I’ve largely conquered the anxiety about people knowing, and I’ve gotten past illogical guilt and shame, most of the time. I wear funny underpants. So what?

I’d be torn between practicality, and cuteness. A BeDry Night or Mega Inspire+ is all I’d ever really need, although I’d have to live in a world where I can comfortably wear “maximum diaper” all the time. But I might miss prints, eventually. Critter Caboose? I’d say maybe the Mermaid’s Tale, but they were discontinued. if I really just had to choose one, probably the BeDry Night, because they’re a bit slimmer than the Inspire+ starting out, but can hold about as much. But this really is like picking your favourite child.

A great next chapter. Looking forward to more!