Little Sherri

I'm back from my travels. I have to say that while being on the road with colleagues, while dressed as a baby under my clothes, can present challenges, they are far from insurmountable. Outside of the sheer amount of space that a week's worth of diapers takes up in my luggage, the largest issue on this trip was the tiny trash cans in the hotel room. I simply could not leave a diaper in them - it would have been sticking out the top, like an SAP ice cream cone. I'm generally not in the habit of leaving overflowing cans of wet nappies for the staff to deal with - this is my thing, not theirs - so I try to use large public receptacles that both anonymize, and visually sanitize, their contents, when I can. That said, if a hotel room trash can is large, and I have enough takeout food containers and coffee cups for a dignified burial, I might throw a slim daytime diaper, suitably bagged, in there, and not feel like I was abusing some poor soul whose job description includes carting away my detritus. That was not an option here, however, and I found the best options at my disposal were the giant trash bins in the parking structure, unless I was willing to do my daily diaper deposit in front of the desk staff in the lobby. However, I was frequently walking out there with a group of my colleagues, so more than one diaper ended up spending the day in the trunk of the car, to be discarded surreptitiously at some point the next evening, like a gun thrown off a bridge in the dark. Spring has arrived - sort of - and we are getting flashes of summer weather, although always bracketed by thunderstorms, and overnight temperatures every second or third day, that remind us that hairless apes aren't meant to live at these latitudes, for a good part of the year. This has been the most reluctant summer in recent memory. Meanwhile, out West, half of the provinces are on fire, because of the hot, dry weather. I'm back to wearing just a diaper, for the first time in a while, under my "business up top" button-down shirt, while I work from my home office, which is nice. As most of you know all too well, diapers leak sometimes, even under the best of circumstances, so having my shorts slung over the arm of a chair across the room, makes them markedly less likely to need to be washed. I'm also enjoying the daytime wearing of a serious diaper - a BeDry Night - which I could not partake in this week, because I always needed to shower and put on a daytime diaper, before meeting the people I work with for breakfast. The bedwetting train arrived every night this week, powered by hotel bar double-bourbons, so my nighttime pants of choice were the BeDry not-Night's, because a BeDry Night or an Inspire+ or a MegaMax would have been wasted, consigned to the trunk of the rental with 70% of it's life yet to be lived. I did not drink last night, but apparently still wet my diaper lavishly, so I'm "enjoying", or at least noting, the experience of starting my day already pretty wet. I keep feeling like I forgot to brush my teeth or something. I had a "pacifier dream" last night, which isn't something that happens very often. It was remarkable in being, within the dream, unremarkable; I was chatting with a couple of people who were a mashup of a friend and a colleague, at what seemed like a late hour, over the counter in one of the kitchenettes in one of our rooms at the "Reference-to-garden-or-courtyard-or-tree's Suites" that we spent the week at. However, we were laughing riotously about something, and seemed to be drinking - there were glasses littering the counter. It was my turn to add to the conversation some brilliant tidbit that I had been waiting to insert, so I leaned in, and took my pacifier out, before punctuating my sentences by waving it in the air, like a 1930's military officer in a movie would do with a cigarette. Everyone laughed, and then I popped it back into my mouth. At that point, I became aware, in the dream, that, oh yeah, it's kind of odd to have a pacifier with me, while I have drinks with these unidentifiable friend/coworker hybrid avatars, and I had a brief burst of self-consciousness, but then I dismissed it, because we were obviously well into a session, and apparently, I'd had that toddler accessory on my person the entire time, and nobody cared. I then spoke around it, to toss a quick word into the conversation, before - and this is distinct to me, so it must have been right when I woke up - looking for a place to set it down, amidst the glasses and bottles on the counter, so that I could take a sip of my drink. I assume I also had a diaper on, but that was not part of the dream.

I’ve often thought of this - I have baby bottles, and I keep a water bottle next to my bed, in case I get thirsty. I sleep in diapers so I never have to get up, generally, and I even sleep with a pacifier, but I still feel that having a baby bottle in the bedside table might be a bridge too far with my wife. Maybe she wouldn’t care, but I haven’t developed the courage to find out. It would be damned convenient, though - I have spilled my water bottle and even knocked onto my own head before, in the dark. A bottle with a nipple makes total sense for night drinking. All the best to your better half, @Stroller. I hope it goes well and she’s back to feeding you shortly. My buddy’s mom recently had a hip replacement, and she was up on her feet in hours, and has made an amazing recovery.

I appreciate your words of wisdom, @FretaBWet, as always. Three quick, somewhat funny notes, at least to me, as I get ready to once again spend a week travelling for work. At least I'm going to have my own car, so I can dedicate a second bag to diapers, without having to explain why I'm carrying two bags, or, to pay for a second bag on a flight. Note number one: Elon Musk has said that he's been using a concerning quantity of ketamine, in order to keep up with running three companies, and, sleepovers at the White House. He said he even had some of the bladder symptoms that you can apparently get, causing everyone to simultaneously Google ketamine bladder symptoms. What does this have to do with us? Well, now, if you show up at a doctor's office or a hospital, and if you're demographically an outlier for being in diapers - say, if you're in your 40's or 50's, or especially if you're in your 20's or 30's, they are now immediately going to ask you about your ketamine use. Enjoy. Note number two: this one, my younger daughter did to me, but my wife's wicked laugh was the candle on top... a buddy was helping me plant some bushes, and he was bent over, and my wife said, "Nice plumber's crack, John..." (let's call him John). And then he said, "Yeah, my shorts keep sliding down, I think I lost some weight..." To which I responded, "But the thong was an odd choice for working in the yard... don't you save those for the club...?" He laughed, but then my daughter said, "Well, what would we see if your shorts slipped down, dad?" And then my wife guffawed really loudly. This friend of mine, he knows I wear diapers (see the previous post...), so it was a funny moment, in it's way, but I also felt a bit on the spot... everyone there knew I had a diaper on, and suddenly, we were talking about underwear. I decided to reach for humour, so I said, "I was going to go thong, as well...", and my buddy said, "Good choice...", and my daughter said, "Ewwww....", and then we were talking about something else. Note number three: I got roasted by my wife, but defended by my daughters, for some clothes I bought online because they were on sale. Basically, if I go shopping with her, or wear anything she's bought me, or if I buy something that looks like something she's bought me, she tells me it looks good. If I "go rogue" and buy something else - in this case, shorts in brown and dark green, and a couple of golf shirts in not-grey, not-blue, not-black - then she usually shoots me down. I made a mistake in that I had showered and was already in a big night diaper, a BeDry Night, so when I put my new shorts on, not intended to be worn over a max-capacity super diaper that I would not, for example, wear on a golf outing, she said I looked like a stuffed sausage in them, at the front. My kids came to my defense and said she was being mean, and she said, "Well, take a look, tell me that I'm wrong...", and I had to say, essentially, "Okay, I'm wearing a really big diaper - forget that part. I will not be wearing these over this diaper, if I go out. Other than that, are they okay?" My kids both said the colours were "in" this year, and I should be a hit on the golf courses, but my wife just rolled here eyes. Meanwhile, if she had bought them for me, or supervised me while I bought them, they would, of course, be a great choice... sigh.

Very cool. I'd have to say that went about as well as it possibly could - let us know how it goes from here! Congrats on putting yourself out there a bit, even if Lady Ethanol was your wingman at the time.

I concur entirely with this, @Sissybabyrandi. If fit and performance are an issue, it's hard to find good pull-ups - I suggest you try a proper diaper at some point. The fit is much more adjustable. If you don't like plastic diapers, and prefer the cloth-backed feel and silence of a pull-up, Rearz/InControl's Active Air's are a very reliable and comfortable cloth-backed diaper, as are NorthShore's AirSupreme. If you are looking for something cloth-backed, and with a print, check out ABU - they have a number of options, including their Little Kings, which look like vintage Pampers Cruisers, basically. They actually function pretty well as a diaper, too - I'm in diapers 24/7, so function is more important than appearance, for me. If they can't hold water, it doesn't matter what they look like.

Their AirSupreme's - not a bad product. Active Air's are one of my main go-to's for a quiet, reliable daytime diaper, but I tried a case of AirSupreme's a couple of years ago, and I found them to be pretty comparable product. They were reliable and punched above their weight, in terms of capacity. The tabs aren't quite as tenacious as they are on the Rearz, but they worked. Ironically, up here in the frozen (now thawing) North, we have the opposite problem, and it's not tariff-related, so much as exchange-related: I love NorthShore's MegaMax, but up here, they cost $5 (CAD) a diaper. The AirSupreme's are $4.50 each, whereas I can get Active Air's, when they're on sale (such as now), for around $2.20 CAD a diaper. So I have my stash of MegaMax's, but I only wear them on special occasions. I treasure them, in particular, because I still fit in a medium, whereas in most Rearz products, I fit best in an XL... (wipes tear...)

I know there was some animosity expressed over this - some had expressed thoughts that their withdrawal was somehow politically motivated, but speaking generally, a number of Canadian firms experienced huge customer backlash over unexpected levies and tariffs that were applied to orders on arrival, and these were on-again, off-again - it was (and is) a very difficult landscape to navigate. No, or very few, Canadian firms would elect not to sell to the US as some kind of retribution or political statement - it's a market 10 X the size of ours. Rearz, and many other companies, had to rejig their sales interfaces, to allow for customers to make an informed choice on what their purchase was going to cost them, in total, up front, including taxes imposed by their own governments, so that suppliers weren't enraging customers and facing returns and declined deliveries all over the place, when the courier showed up with a tax bill that was more than the product was worth. These kinds of infrastructure changes take time, and have to be executed carefully. I'm glad they've sorted it out, and I hope they remain healthy, as a company, so that we have lots of options, and more price competition, on the market. Now, if only Bambino would come back to Canada... sigh.

It's funny, I came "in here" yesterday, to note that I didn't have much to write about, and here I am, now with something to write about - sort of. You could still call it "nothing to write home about". But it could have been, in an alternate universe. Also, the incident, or perhaps "moment" would be a better description, made me wonder if perhaps the proverbial cat is further out of the bag than I realize, after 6+ years. It began, like many such moments do, with an unexpected invitation to engage in somewhat strenuous activity for a short burst. I had a couple of friends over, to look at one of their new motorcycles. I wish I had a motorcycle - maybe someday. Exotic car performance for the price of an exotic car set of tires. But I would almost certainly, immediately end up in an ER, if not a morgue, in a gloriously printed diaper. But I digress. My wife decided to take advantage of having some manpower on hand, to get some plants - trees, really - that she'd had delivered, moved over to where they are to eventually be installed. So that's what I'm doing this weekend, it would seem. My friends and I lifted and wheeled and grunted and generally earned our beer, but, critically, I wasn't really dressed for that kind of work - I was still in my work-from-home attire, in this case, jeans, a golf shirt, a t-shirt under that, and a BeDry diaper. I was aware of the folly of waistline reveals, having suffered them before, and it was on the chilly side, so I threw a light jacket on that was draped over my lower back - problem solved. Trees moved, we then retreated to the family room, to have beers, as is required by law, and to watch part of a hockey game that we only kind of care about, now that our team has been vanquished. I leaned back on the couch, fatigued, and put my hands behind my head, and we chatted for about 90 minutes. When it was time for them to take their leave, I got up, and thanked them for their help, they thanked me for the beer, one got into his truck, one got on his motorcycle, and I went past the mirror in my front hall on the way up to change into more comfy clothes... and noted that the front of my diaper was folded down over my beltline. That is not a wardrobe failure mode I often experience, but I realized I'd been carrying stuff on my hip and using my jeans as a bit of a shelf sometimes, and I hadn't paid much attention to my coming-untucked shirts, because of the jacket. When I took the jacket off, I did a quick tuck-in of the undershirt, allowing the golf shirt to drape... and it seems that I'd tucked my undershirt into the front of my diaper essentially, although it wasn't wet up there, mercifully. Although if it were, maybe I'd have noticed. So, apparently I sat on the couch with the a strip of the inside of my diaper, folded over the front of my jeans, and I know I stretched a couple of times, and got up and down, to get beers. One of the two friends there, both long-time buddies, knows I wear diapers - we've never spoken of it, but I know he's seen them, in stories I've previously detailed, involving wardrobe failures during emergencies, essentially. But my other buddy doesn't come on our golf trips, and I have not, so far as I know, ever had a wardrobe malfunction or indiscretion, in front of him. So maybe he saw nothing, or maybe he thought that white strip was the hem of my shirt or something. Or maybe he knows I wear diapers, and my having a strip of one showing wasn't newsworthy... hmmm. It's been, lucky for me, mostly a shrug-fest with the people who've found out, so far - they don't seem to care, which is very liberating and reassuring. Your mileage may vary, however.

Family Guy and The Simpsons for sure; I also love Curb Your Enthusiasm, Seinfeld, and Highway Through Hell isn't a bad one to have on in the background while you're doing something else. There used to be a couple of cool aircraft-themed shows that I liked, Dangerous Flights being one of them, and one about stunt pilots and wing walkers and such, but the cable-to-streaming universe has changed so much that I have no idea where to find them anymore. For my wife, it's anything "British Baking."

I realized it's been a while since I posted here, although I've been commenting here and there on other people's posts. It's been so, so busy. Summer has not yet arrived here - we're having a May of days in the 10's to mid-teens in Celsius (50-70 F approx.), whereas last year at this time, we had temperatures in the 30's (80's). I haven't opened the pool yet - there's been no point. It's just another room in the house that needs to be cleaned, it wants chemicals, and, with weather like this, it will want BTU's in order to be usable as anything other than a birdbath. Nobody is going to go swimming for more than a few minutes, when it's 15 degree outside, and I'm not making the heater fight the climate, when it goes down to 7 degrees overnight. Of course, what's going to happen is, the weather will flip like a switch while I'm away, and then my family will toss barbs at me, or, worse, try and open it themselves. I'm on the road again next week, with colleagues, this time primarily in meetings rather than on site, so I won't be able to resort to my go-to camouflage of oversized jeans. I'll be wearing dress clothes, which means slimmer diapers, which means more diapers, and also, a diaper bag will be called for. I always have a diaper bag with me, but usually, it just sits in my car - typically, my diapers can outlast my meetings. I will have my car with me, which helps, but I'll be in boardrooms for hours at a time, with food brought in, so I will likely have to resort to changes in public washrooms, and disposal of anonymous, worrisomely heavy bags, in restroom trash receptacles, unless I want to tuck them into my laptop bag, which I don't. I nearly had an incident related to that, at a meeting last week - I had an extra HDMI cable in my laptop bag, and a colleague, at a meeting, had a rummage through the pockets, while I was out on a plant floor, confirming that what a drawing showed, was in fact possible, in reality. She found the cable, and seemingly did not find the Rearz/InControl Active Air that was in a black mesh bag, tucked in with a notebook and some headphones and such, in one of the pockets. She may have given it a feel, and determined that it wasn't the bundle of cords she was seeking, and moved on. I'm not sure what the uninitiated would make of a tactile perusal of a mesh bag with a cloth-backed disposable folded inside it. I think I would know almost instantly that a diaper was in there, or some diaper-like product, such as a pull-up, as would, I'm sure, most of you. But, we have lots of experience. She would not have been expecting to come across a diaper. I was musing, earlier this week, and in my head, on the freedom to be leveraged, when one always wears disposable underpants. Sure, this strange hobby brings with it a lot of obligations, preparation, and responsibilities that the non-diapered do not concern themselves with, but every once in a while, I do revel in the fact that I have no idea where the public washrooms are, and I don't need to. I was sitting in a movie theatre on the weekend, with a friend, midway through a vat of soda and a trough of popcorn, watching the action, and then someone got up, a couple of seats over from me, and made their way past, presumably to go to the washroom, and I thought, "Hmmm, I don't have to do that... generally, ever." As I briefly noted the damp warmth of my diaper, a BeDry, before forgetting about it utterly, and not thinking about it again until I was walking out to the car, and its dramatic increase in weight made itself apparent.

Been there, in a similar situation - a good friend of mine was (and is) going through the process of becoming the parent to his parent, and he said to me at one point, "Now I have to buy him pull-ups, and let me tell you, they don't freakin' work! He doesn't even know he's using them, and then he's wet, and if he goes again, they leak onto his clothes, his chair... someone basically has to check him once an hour, and if he's wet, he's gotta get changed, or it's leak city, an hour later." Luckily, I was able to lean into an explanation involving my parents, which wasn't entirely un-true, but most of my "expertise" had been earned before I needed to look into pull-ups for my dad. Ironically, my dad is fine in pull-ups, even though I hate them, and would never recommend them to anyone. But he uses them for "just in case I don't make it" incidents, and not for "all needs". So, I told my buddy that I'd discovered in my research that we had a manufacturer of top-tier incontinence supplies right here in Ontario, that they could buy directly from - InControl. I showed him the website, and suggested some of the white, non-ABDL products that my "parents" had found to work well. I did not mention their Rearz brand...

"I just came back from Mexico, and I should NOT have eaten that taco from that stand outside the airport, let me tell you..."

There was a time when I would have died defending the hill that Star Wars was better, but the original movies were magic to me - Return of the Jedi was the first movie I remember seeing in the theatre, and then it took ages to get to see the prequels to that, because I was born in an era when video rental was in its infancy, and most people didn't have VCR's yet - they were still waiting to see if VHS or Beta would win. So it took a couple of years to fill in the blanks - you couldn't yet summon content from the ether, anywhere, anytime. But the Star Wars prequels have been terrible, and I loved TNG, growing up, and grew to love the original Star Trek, in all it's glory, so now... Stupid Disney, ruining my childhood.

I saw it, I was diapered, it was worth the price of admission - it's a good romp, well shot. See it in IMAX would be my advice. You can poke holes in the improbability of some of what they ask us to believe, in order to come along for the ride, but if you accept what you're signing up for, it's fun. And if you are going to order the aquarium full of soda, do the considerate thing, and wear a good diaper.

Welcome, Sophie - lots of great people here, dive in and enjoy.

I know this feeling! Garbage day is tomorrow for my area. We get trash pickup every two weeks, whereas they pickup recycling and organics weekly. I'm 24/7, so after two weeks, that trash can is heavy. I use a handcart to roll it down to the end of the driveway, and I always wonder what the trash guy thinks when he wings it into the truck. We have a dog, and his "leavings" do not qualify as organic waste in our area, so those go in the can with my diapers, perhaps providing some olfactory camouflage as to what's in there. Or maybe I'm fooling myself.

My strictly non-professional differential diagnosis is that this looks like a staphylococcus infection - an overpopulation of staphylococcus that are then infecting follicles in a damp, high-friction environment. That doesn't rule out the possibility of some kind of contact dermatitis, if the area is coming into contact with something irritating, but it's localized - you'd expect that if you were reacting to contact with your diaper, it would be more diffuse within your diaper area, or if were a reaction to, say, residue from laundry products in your clothing, towels or bedding, that it would show up elsewhere on your body. The DIY treatments for this are to try and keep the area clean and dry, which I know is always a challenge when you wear diapers (I'm 24/7 as well). Clean the area every time you change your diaper - ideally, use an antibacterial soap. Wiping the area with rubbing alcohol can also help - anything to lower the bacterial population. Antibiotics are the ultimate solution if the infection gets excessive - either oral, or topical. Don't ignore it, if you start to get notable irritation - staph infections can lead to nasty boils or abscesses. You mention in your signature that you have a spinal injury - I don't know if you have any loss of sensation, or if you use a wheelchair or other mobility device, but abscesses or pressure sores can be particularly stubborn and slow to heal if you wear diapers and are seated on them for extended periods, so you want to head this possibility off at the path, via early treatment.

The best Cheetos are the Sweet Chili flavour - however, they are extremely hard to find. They show up, sell out, and then they don't come back for a year. None of these "fries" products have reached the shelves up here in Canada yet.

I love this. I laughed out loud.

I love the look of these, but would need an XL option to give them a try. I'm glad to see some new players joining the market up here in Canada, though, and I wish you all the best! If you launch an XL, I will buy some.

Agreed on the pull-ups, @Squeaky Bearsies. I wish they could make a Goodnites-esque product, a couple of sizes larger than the XXL, and with the capacity of a decent daytime weight ABDL diaper. Rather than the granny panties they all look like at the waist. The ISO standard used to assign capacity numbers to diapers is useful - sort of - as a comparison method between products, but the number itself is pure marketing fantasy. My understanding is that they immerse the product in water, then hang it until it stops draining, and then weigh it. That tells you zero about how it performs as a diaper, IE an article of clothing, unless you generally use them while you are sitting in a bathtub or shower stall. A diaper subjected to this will press out pints of fluid if you put any pressure on it. I find ultra-high-capacity diapers typically impractical for me, most days - their real capacity, while way below what's stated on the packaging, is still 2000 - 2500 ml, which is the normal output of an adult in 24 hours or more. I rarely have 24 consecutive hours where I can get away with looking like I have a pillow jammed down my pants, even if they don't leak, and eventually even the best products will start smelling less than fresh, which my wife does not appreciate. So when I use them, say for long work days, I often have to swap them for something else, before their capacity is spent.

I think my inner child lives in the 1980's, which is when I grew up, and when I first identified myself as a "DL", although I didn't have the words for that at the time - I just knew that I liked wearing diapers, and that most people didn't, and that I should probably keep it to myself. My diaper preferences run along the lines of the ones I wore in the '80's, and later, the ones I wished I could fit in, in the late 80's and early 90's.

With cloth, it's harder to ascertain the condition of a diaper with a quick pat, whereas with a disposable, you can get a pretty good idea that way. Usually with a cloth diaper, either the diaper needs to be see, so she can determine if there is any pooling or saturation in the lower regions of your diaper, or she can insert a finger in the waistband and judge how wet the material is up there. Cloth diapers tend to become more uniformly damp than a disposable, but gravity typically keeps the upper reaches at the back from becoming tactilely wet, until most of the diaper is saturated. So if the diaper material feels like damp laundry that has been through the spin cycle, it probably still has some capacity to it. If your diaper feels like wet laundry that has not been through the spin cycle, time to change the baby. Clothing that enables the lower regions of your diaper to be visible can also help - high-hemmed baby dresses or clothes with snaps that can be quickly opened and closed, can make her job easier. I find the clock also helps - baby's output may vary a bit, but in general, I have a pretty good idea how long, say, a MegaMax or a Mega Inspire+ will last me, versus, say, a BeDry. She probably knows that after you're diapered, you can be on autopilot for maybe four or five hours, and then it's time to check periodically. If she's giving you more bottles, that's also a signal to check more often.

That's good information, @Babypants. I honestly didn't know how I was going to handle a situation like that, in the event that I find myself there. Which, let's face it, is inevitable, at some point, for some reason. My only hospital experience with wearing nappies was going in for an MRI during the pandemic, and being issued a disposable gown - they'd moved from their standard hospital gowns, for some kind of infection control reason that, in retrospect, makes no sense, but at the time, everyone was doing what they thought they had to. They've since gone back to normal gowns, but, at the time, I was given a paper gown to put on, in a dim changing stall, and then I walked out into the main waiting area, which was lit up like an airport, and one of the nurses more or less ran at me, with a second gown, to put over the first one. My diaper - a white one, thankfully (Rearz Elite Hybrid - I remember it well) - was now glowing under the lobby fluorescents, through my translucent gown.

All the best, @Babypants - no two of these events are ever directly comparable, but, my dad had a series of strokes in his late 80's that left him bedridden for half a year. He's up and walking around now, eating, drinking, basically taking care of himself - his handwriting sucks, but he's willing to accept that. It does take a lot of time - it sounds like you're making great progress. I'm not sure what your situation is, with respect to wearing "baby pants" - if you were already in them fulltime when this happened, or not, and if so, if it was by choice, or circumstance, but I guess one "upside" would be, "legitimately" needing diapers for a while, if you didn't already! I'm concerned that if this happens to me, my wife will show up at the hospital with a bag full of absurdly printed ABDL diapers. "No... honey.... the WHITE ones... please. I don't want to be the talk of the floor..."