GhostGirl

From just my experience, and those who have expressed stuff in my support group meetings... incontinent people are usually more at ease with it because we don't tend to use the ABDL style diapers day to day, nor do we default to "heavy" or thick. I know my first task was to find the least absorbent, IE cheapest, thinnest, and most likely to be a pull up, that met my needs reliably. But, that is the difference between need and choose. (Yes some who choose also do need... I was almost in that group.) When you need, you tend to find ways to ensure it has as minimum of an impact on your life as you can. If you make the choice, you are probably not after the looks like underwear, moderate absorbency briefs for everyday wear. For the first week or so, I wore the larger diapers, because I was and still am a DL, and was like, "Yeah, excuse to do diapers!" but they got in the way to much of my desired social life, ease of changing in public, etc.. my confidence took a hit, I was getting weary of going to the gym, something I love, so I made the choice to go into management mode instead of "love it" mode, and saved that stuff for weekends and evenings when I just was going to relax and do nuttin. The nice thing about this road is that public changes are easy peasy, no tapes etc. just slide off and slide new one on after wiping, cleaning, and applying barrier. Everything fits in my purse except my change, which has a bus riding, non-driving University student Gym Rat, I always have a satchel or gym bag with me... so the change is normally in there.

First, there are a lot of side effects to diapers. Rashes, increased risk for UTI (Huge for us girls), increased difficulty managing menstrual cycles, self-esteem, etc... I mean, the plain simple fact is I don't want to be forced to wear diapers. It isn't about tight jeans, or whatever vain crap you think us girls care about, it is about not having to carry around diapers, it is about not having my living costs increased because I can not hold my piss in me long enough to get to a toilet. It is about not having to worry as much about UTIs, or having to schedule time where I can sit virtually naked doing nothing else really to help avoid rashes, especially consider I live in a place that gets hut and humid as all get out. You don't think I have considered the risks? The implant I am getting is new, so there is not a ton of information out on it yet, however, it is not a mesh which is what causes most people problems. Mesh works when your bladder does not inflate right, etc... (We didn't talk about them much, other than explaining why it wont work for me.) I have had a part of my bladder removed. The implant I am going to receive is basically going to just replace that piece that is missing, as well as some of the scarred tissue that is no long elastic. So, to conclude... despite your imaginations, my choice to go through with this has nothing to do with tight jeans, but decreasing the risk of UTI, easier management of personal hygiene, and an overall quality and cost of life improvement. I am seriously offended that you would think I would make such an important decision over how I look in jeans.

This is an assumption, yes in fantasy novels, often dreams foreshadow events. Outside of that genre, especially when framed in the conversation presented here, they are normally just what they appear. Typical conversation between friends/in this case a couple.

I will be honest, that dream was more of a way for me to state through the writing that that is exactly not where it is going.

"I had the craziest dream last night," Mini said, looking at the wall panel window of her apartment. Stretched out below was a concrete and glass jungle of buildings, habitats, roads, cars, and people. The sun was rising, casting its glow through the thick haze of pollution that wrapped the city in a suffocating hug. The Sandford Arcology stood, silhouetted by the sunlight, in the haze, as a reminder that those on this side of the arcologies walls were not important enough to warrant clean air. A skimmer train zipped out of it, heading into the city to pick up the next shift of maids, repair techs, waiters, and other services that needed to get done in order for the rich to live their lives. The flash of police sirens on the street below her apartment drew her eye for a moment, before her brain subconsciously dismissed it as routine sensory data. "Oh?" replied a feminine voice, which seemed to emerge from an orange graphical content box on the tinted glass wall, the name JenJen displayed in white text in the box, with a volume slider, and mute button displayed below the name. Mini nodded, even though JenJen would not see the gesture, and walked towards the orange content box. She brushed her messy blonde hair over her ear, running her fingers through the rest trying to smooth the sleep out of it. The sunlight was now coming through clear enough to silhouette her body through her robe, her loose cropped top night shirt slightly obscuring her figure, and the noticable padding of a sagging overnight diaper giving her hips and rear a slightly exaggerated curve. She hovered her hand over the content box, which caused a menu to appear. She moved her hand to hover over an icon of a video camera. A moment later, a face appeared in the original content box, and Mini's blue-green eyes made contact with the brown eyes of JenJen. It was obvious she had just gotten home from work, the white of her cooks jacket a stark contrast from her own dark skin, the shaved head, glistening with that old dry sweat, layered with new sweat look. "Yeah," Mini said, "In the dream, I woke up, and the Sandford assembly had passed a law that all girls where to be surgically made incontinent, and men would be allowed to stop them, check them, and change them whenever they wanted." "That is some pretty crazy dream," JenJen said, reaching up to grab something off frame. The video image tilted and rotated a moment, as it became apparent that JenJen was taking whatever device she was using on her end off its mount, and now carrying it, "Horrifying actually," she added, as the background became a hallway, than a kitchen. "I am going to make myself am omelette, want to come over?" "I can't baby," Mini replied, "I have a class to teach in 30 minutes, and I still gotta get dressed and showered, I can't afford another complaint because my hair is not braided to regulation." Mini looked over at the small closet sized bathroom, the light over its door was still red, indicating that her water allowance had not been updated for today's shower yet. "I hate my neighbor, she takes such long showers... I need to figure out who she is fucking to get 15 minutes of shower water every day so that I can get photos and blackmail them." "What, you don't think he'd want to fuck you too for a few extra minutes?" JenJen asked, her device obviously back on a mount, and the sound of a knife making contact with a cutting board over and over, creating a familiar background noise for the couple. "Oh, I am pretty sure they'd want to fuck me, but blackmail just seems more appealing then dealing with some dudes dick... at least I know he has been sticking it into clean people," Mini replied, and she was about to say something else, but JenJen's musical chuckle, followed by a buzz, and a green light appearing over her bathroom door interrupted her. "Hey sweetie, I got the green light, you going to be awake this afternoon?" "Yeah, but they have me catering a wedding, so I gotta get in there early," JenJen said, looking at the device, and making eye contact with Mini. "Figures," Mini replied, "Well then, I am going to crash at your place tonight, and maybe, just maybe, we will bump into eachother tomorrow morning," Mini said, then added "Love you babe," and then kissed the content box, a gesture returned by JenJen, then the feed vanished, and more of the city became visible. She quietly turned, and walked towards the shower. The view out the window in Mini's apartment had become opaque, and overlaying it was rows of school desk-chairs. They were currently empty, although they would not be for long. Mini was finishing stowing her Murphy bed, and then pulled a curtain to hide it. Before, her walls had pictures, shelves with books, and vid-disk cases, now blue and white curtains and been unfurled, hiding any hint of personality from the room. Even the clothing Mini now wore were absence of anything resembling character. A loose gray long sleeved blouse with a collar that completely hid her neck, and a white pleated a-line skirt that touched the floor. Her hair was pulled back into a single tight braid, then coiled into a bun so that no single strand of hair hung loose. The only adornments on the entire outfit were a brooch, which had a blue enamled dot with a 5 in the middle, and the words "Sandford Teacher of the Year" inscribed into the border of the brooch, and a name tag which read, "Dr. Minerva Clifford, Social Sciences" A subtle alert light appeared on the window-screen, with the faint sound of a bell in the distance, coming from the screen. Mini looked herself down in the mirror, making sure her uniform was clean, and everything was perfect, before turning, pulling a fold up desk up from the floor, and sitting behind it. Young men started to file into the class, taking seats at the various desks. It was the moment of truth. The first day of class this year, was she going to get a rowdy class, or ones that at least tried to behave. Mini picked up a stylus that was magnetically attached to the desk, and started to write on the pad next to the stylus dock. On the corner of the screen, she could see her name appearing as it would for the kids in the class. "Greetings class, I am Miss Clifford," she said. Part of her screamed, she was not allowed to call herself doctor, only men were given that right, and depending on a current decision from the National Council of Gendered Rights, she might soon lose the right to sign her name as doctor. "Hello Miss Clifford," the class responded, then one voice sounded out, "Fuck, the thing said doctor, I got to learn from a damn incubator again?" Mini ignored the comment. She despised the term, but it was one of the nicer ones thrown at her on a daily basis. Even as the state encouraged her relationship with another woman, as they did not want "out building citizens" reproducing as the population was climbing too fast, that same state had spent the last sixty years demonizing gay people, and now the ration bonus they received was seen as part of conspiracy by so many who then voted to keep the Arcology Builders in power, who were interested only in keeping the Outbuilders pacified. "Welcome to 11th Grade Social Studies for Male Students. Can anyone tell me why arcology students are separated by gender?" Mini asked. It was a mandatory question she had to ask. A blonde haired blue eyed student raised his hand. "Yes," Mini quickly referenced a seating chart, "Mister Jefferson?" Mini prompted him. "Because girls are slower to learn and can not grasp hard concepts, while young men need challenging and hard subjects in order to succeed," the boy replied. "Your answer is satisfactory," Mini replied. She was about to continue one, but Mister Jefferson had another comment. "How did you get a PhD Miss Clifford," the boy asked. This was one of the most difficult questions Mini had to answer, and it happened every year. For most of her students, this was the first time since their first years of school that they had a female teacher. The official state answer was that learning how to teach a subject was easier than learning to study it, and as such in fields with few members, women were trained to teach them so that men could study, but the truth was that the state was running out of men in the arcologies that pursued higher degrees as most did not even need or want to work, and men in the Outbuildings were normally trapped into trade school education tracks as early as eight or nine years to help support their family. So the state decided to grant women access to higher education for the express purpose of educating kids raised in the arcologies. This access came with an agreement not to marry, and was usually only offered to individuals who physically were less capable in some ways. In Mini's case, she grew up incontinent, and expressed homosexual tendancies in her early teenage years, and thus was listed as unfit for reproduction, which meant any of her children would not be entered into the lottery to enter the arcology, and thus she was unlikely to get a husband whose only escape from the Outbuildings was siring a kid who won that lottery. Mini had nothing to lose, and when she was offered the chance, she took it. "I was selected so that my more intelligent male peers could focus on study and research, while I helped prepare young men, such as yourselves, to follow in their footsteps," Mini said, another part of her dying like it did on the first day of school every year. "Now, if you would be so kind as to activate your consoles, lets review the academic calendar and expectations for the school year."

I am working hard to get out of diapers full time. There is a surgery and implant thingy they can do that will help me regain lost bladder capacity, but they want to see some strengthening of my pelvic floor AND want to to wait until after I have my baby to do it, so at least 6-7 months. Even as I regain continence, and retrain for me new bladder size, I will still have to at least have a pantie liner as I currently have less then 30% of the bladder capacity I had... however, that number is up from immediately after the surgery, so yaay! My incontinence is not so much a nerve issue or anything, but a result of kidney's outputting liquid faster than my bladder can store it, and my pelvic floor lacking the strength to keep it in. But as for the panties, I am obviously not going to go into detail, as that never ends well for a girl on a public forum, but I will say that thongs can go "F" themselves. I understand their purpose is to hide a pantie line when wearing tight clothing, but seriously, f that shit. Men don't have to hide their undies lines when wear tight pants, why do I! :-p

There is a line between I just like doing this, and "I need to do this because if I don't I go into deep depression." That is what the conversion has kind of shifted to. If you suffer depression because you are not wearing a diaper, that is an addiction.

One thing my incontinence nurse keeps reminding me, and apparently all her other patients, is that if the protective garment/diaper is wet. Change it ASAP. Especially if you are active. That is why companies like depends and such do so well, because their price is low enough that people don't feel the need to hold off until the last second. Flooding and maxing is something you should do at home where you can control variables, not out in the wild.

Well, when I am out in public, I am wearing a Tena pantie liner, or these: http://www.tena.us/women-protective-underwear-superplus-absorbency/5480054900,en_US,pd.html Or http://www.tena.us/protective-underwear-extra-absorbency/7213172231,en_US,pd.html If I am worried about not being able to get to a bathroom. Then again, I am actively trying to maintain the continence I have left, so how I handle my public habits is probably different then what you are doing. But with the above, I don't tend to have a changing in public issue, as it is normally just drop, take off, roll up and stick in a sealing plastic baggy and I carry around, then grab my extra, slide it on and done. Dispose in trash can on the way out.

I don't know about your underwear.. but I will say this, I miss some of my panties. Oh my god some of them are so comfy! I think it is a matter of much are you willing to spend on undies, and us girls tend to be more willing (read:accustomed) to paying more for clothes, so we don't have the same sticker shock that dudes have when buying underwear by the piece instead of packs of 3-100 (bloody COSTCO)

This thread is making me wish I had a car... or even a scooter... :-p

Aetolia here, on and off at least.

Then concern I think a lot of us have is that if you have a psychological dependence on being diapered, this is a form of addiction, and it can indicative of deep psychological wound that is just being masked, which means this could (may not be) end up being an unhealthy way to manage that wound. Remember, wounds get worse if left untreated.

You should get a hold of the DMV where you live. In Texas I can tell you that trailer is not road legal, might be different in Cali, but in my experience, Cali is stricter in most ways than Texas. I see no trailer plate, I can not see how you are providing power, and connections, to the brake lights on the trailer, and the actual hitch appears a little jury rigged, but the photo of it is not that good, so I can not tell. Also, do not drag that chain ever. It damages the road, creates sparks which can lead to brush fires, and is a pretty hefty fine.

It is a typical response. I hear it all the time, I just ignore it and move on.

Now, four or five months ago, I would of been rah rah rah, lets diaper me all the time... Then, some bad medical luck and I got my wish of being diapered all the time. It really changed my perspective. Maybe if I had truly made the choice, it might be different, but now that I didn't make the choice... Even when I was doing my long diaper wearing spells, I would take the diaper off when I went to the gym, to hang out with friends, etc... but now if I do that, my gym pants will have noticeable wet spots, my out and about clothes will get wet. I can not longer choose to go without. Even when I go to air out, I sit on a pad and don't do much. Now, I have a small chance of betting normal down there again, and I am chasing it. If it works, I am not sure I will want to be diapered again.

If it is free, you are the product. If they are making you pay with out letting you see matches, stay away. Note: on traditional dating sites, men outnumber women by pretty large margins. A fetish specific group is going to amplify that disparity. You are unlikely, statistically speaking, to be chosen. To top this off, women burnout and grow gun shy on dating sites pretty fast due to the high volume of messages that could be charitably described as off color. I'd stick with more flexible platforms that tend to have better engagement with men and women, like Tinder, etc... and then if you think a relationship is possible, slowly let them in and see how they react.

Yep, and at the end of the day, it is always our fault too... we dressed like we wanted attention, or we were giving out signals, or we were where we shouldn't be, or why were we at a club if we did not want to get hit on? A friend I knew from when I lived in Cali met up with me recently and he noticed I had a pepper spray thing on my keys, and I had another in my purse. I also told him there is one in my glovebox in my car. He asked me why, and my response was, "Because I have used two of the three, that is why." I am glad they don't understand, because no one should have to live like many women live, but I also wish that they understood enough to stop this shit from happening. There was a discussion I was a part of recently where I was asked if I had interest in fetish munches or get togethers and I said no. When I explained why, people got angry at me that I would dare put my safety above participating in their activities, and thought I was accusing them of being creeps. The simple fact is, in the Vanilla world, the creeps abound, once you hit Fetish communities, they get more aggressive and emboldened, and more predatory because there are typically fewer women in those circles, even fewer who are straight (Fetish communities are one of the only ones I have seen where LGBTQ tends to have a higher than average representation in my own experiences) and of the remaining straight ones, a lot are already in monogamous relationships. It is the same exact same reason I dramatically reduced my participation in Renaissance Faires. Unless I could drive to my home from the faire sight daily, I don't go anymore. Of course, men are not the only ones who perpetuate this crap. Women, especial rural white women, who do not experience these things routinely tend to jump on the "They asked for it option," as well as women who tend to be home bodies, and do not tend to go to the larger parties, or have been fortunate enough not to depend on public transportation a lot, etc... Then there are women who use this public treatment and twist it into a form of gas-lighting their boyfriends by actively showing how easy it would be for them to find someone else. I want to make it clear that women do contribute, but their contributions are often a result of the fact this shit exists anyways and that they believe if they shame the girls this happens to, it will deflect it from them, or that they can claim moral superiority over girls to deal with their own self-esteem issues which prevents them from saying they don't like some of the attention, etc... It all comes down to toxic masculinity which often times equates a mans ability to sleep with women, or to show their "manliness" by demeaning women, with being a true right man. And it feeds itself, each new act has to be bigger and more manly than the last. This is why you have the incel crap, the boys who shoot up schools because a girl was not nice to them, nor was she mean to them. Or the girls that get beaten by boyfriends because the boyfriend felt she showed him up.

This is why it is important to have an escape plan, because to people who feel entitled to your niceness, standing off or doing anything THEY perceive as mean can result in a dangerous situation for you. Sadly, in this world, society will of course blame you for being "mean" to them. Just have an escape plan, use it, and move on from that situation. I do struggle with this. It is not my job to make every random person happy, but it can be very dangerous for me not to smile at men, or to respond to their hellos. More than once, I was on a bus, and some dude said hi to me, despite me having headphones in and looking down at a book/phone/tablet, and when I did not respond, he ripped my headphones out of my ears and said "Bitch, I said hi, I bet no one ever wants to fuck you." (Or some variation of insult to demean, and then suggest that I live to have sex with men.) Creeps are everywhere, and their goal is to pleasure themselves in some way. A lot of them feel you owe them attention, just because they said hi to you. Body language and things like headphones do work most of the time, but the true creeps don't care. Always have an escape, always know somewhere else you can go other then your home if you have an encounter with one of these creeps.

Obviously I have no experience with that, but I do imagine, having seen dudes ding a longs, that you still would probably hit the front "panel" first?

Except, in plain English and through context and synonym usage, using the direct Greek root translation is wrong. The first hint is that these are not Greek words, but Greekesque, or "inspired by." Why is this important? Because it is a hint that they should not be directly translated. So how do we translate it then? Well lets look at common synonyms used. Abnormal, deviation, or unusual. (Note, aberration is not used as a synonym for this word. This is important.) So, a lot of people like to take paraphilia and turn it into a bad thing. It isn't. It is science Jargon for a behavior which is not considered the norm. That is why I made note that aberration was not used as a synonym in academic sources. Aberration or mal-adaptive or terms used to indicate that something is bad or inherently unhealthy. Being abnormal, while in common usage has a negative connotation, in academic usage literally means "falls outside of the statistical mean, aka norm." It is just a fancy why to say that statistically we are not normal in our sexual practices. (Paraphilia is used EXCLUSIVELY with sexual activity.) Now, here is where things get tricky. If diapers are not sexual for you, you should not be described as a paraphilic infantilist, or if age play is not something you engage in for sexual gratification, it should not apply. For me, the infantlism does nothing for me really, but the object based fetish does (Aka Paraphilic Infantlism ParapherniliaL Infantial object based fetish.) Now, the people who are non-sexual, the psych stuff doesn't have much. My psych, when I asked this question, said she would probably call it functional adaptive self-treatment to incontincence induced trauma, and would likely support the behavior as long as day to day functionality and mental stability was observed. She also did suggest that people who were not incontinent, and engaged in this behavior for non-sexual reasons are probably still responding to a trauma, and not necessarily one that occurred as a child. She went to theorize that a child who suffered a mood disorder, such as anxiety, depression, ADHD, etc... who was an effective only child, who then had to deal with an infant or toddler entering the household, could develop the desires as their developing anxiety filled minds connect a perceived partial exile from the spotlight of the household, and it then becomes hardwired that their self-worth is determined by the more childlike behavior they can engage in, and it comes a stress response. She said she does not consider the behavior dangerous in this situation, but like all other forms of self-medication, the underlying damage should be treated, so that the individual can reduce the stress without depending on a socially taboo activity which only increases the stress level. All of the above is exactly why ABDL and LGBTQ are not linked. LGBTQ is not an adaptation to stress, or other conditions, is not a sexual fetish, despite some peoples beliefs, and is not a learned behavior. (Statistically speaking, a same sex parent couple is just as likely to have a gay child as a mixed sex parent couple. There is a higher percentage of body and orientation positivity that comes from same sex parent couples though.) ABDL is an adaptation to an event, trauma, or is poorly a sexual fetish (which can be a learned behavior by the way.) and the reality is that is probably a combination of all three in most of us. Me, I was the longest of four children, with each of us being seperated about by 15 or more years. The next youngest in my family was 18 when I was born. My mom thought she was to old to get preggers and I guess I had to prove her wrong. So I don't fit the model do it? But wait, I was effectively the only child, and then my then 24 year old sister got pregnant, (Making me 6 by the way) then dumped by her boyfriend. (Who had already knocked her up, the same year I was born, once before despite safe sex practices... really should of been a warning to me that us X women are super furtile...) She moved back in with her new infant. And there I was. Not only was I no longer an only child, but I now had a familial peer of the exact same age, and an infant that took both our spotlights. My niece, who was six with me, she just became the typical rebel, and is adopted unsafe sex practices, IE she was caught in the sixth grade giving a seventh grade boy a blow job. I started bed wetting, having accidents... and unhealthy sex practices. (I was with my niece on the same day she was caught, just the boy I was with and I did not get caught.) I realized I was gay probably around 12 or so, but I was in denial of it until very recently. This of course led me to more accidents, and extreme behaviors, as well as more sexual unhealthiness. Most people didn't notice or ignored it, because I was also type A so I had to be the best at everything, and I was a stellar student by grades and athletic performance. Now that I know more about myself in the now, and am open to reflecting on my previous life activities, I can acknowledge some of those problems, own them, and take better care of myself now. However, the only reason I even saw a therapist was because cancer made me incontinent, which of course was only caught because I got myself knocked up and they did a full physical. (So ironically my unhealthy sexual practices saved my life?) There is a big long story there for another post. The conclusion though, is that even though I now have a legit need for diapers, my desire for them has become more practical, and has shifted more to the functional adaptation do the need for them now, a behavior my pysch encourages, as long as I keep it to moderation. In short, LGBTQ is normal. ABDL people, we are not normal. We are reacting to something that happened in our lives, and we should all probably reflect and figure out what that is, if we havn't already. This isn't saying ABDL is evil, and bad, and should be abolished, but that the thing we are reacting to is probably affecting us in other areas of our life as well, and we should seek to understand and control that so that we can be more functional human beings over all. Conflating ABDL with LGBTQ allows us to hide whatever we are reacting to more, and just makes the underlying problem worse. Just look at how many people on this site have admitted to mental health issues, and the such. Our diapers are a reaction to something, figure out what it is. We don't have to stop enjoying diapers (Like I said, fetishes are learned, and we will probably still want diapers, even if our anxiety filled reason for first getting into them is solved) but are more likely to feel less shame about them if we better understand why we want to be in them in the first place.

I'm just going to leave this here... When I started using actual incontinence products to handle my issue instead of DLing it up with Rearz and such, I realized something. All of the Rearz diapers, even the Princess ones, are geared towards male usage. I, as a girl, am not the target audience of the Princess diapers. While I certain can use them (I tend to prefer Rebelz, Seduction, and just the plain Inspires) they are geared towards men. Rebelz I think are geared toward women a little more. The cut of the waist line, the lack of deep channels, etc... unlike men, females tend to pool because it really ends up in one of two places. The butt if we are sitting, or the crotch if standing. Channels help distribute it more to prevent leaks. I have learned how important those are. The nature of where a mans urine originates from normally makes it easy to use more of the absorbency with out the need of deep channels. So rest at ease men, the pink Princess diapers are made with you in mind, not us girls :-)

So, you want to goto an event and meet good people, and avoid creeps. Well, as a woman who deals with meeting normal people and avoiding creeps all the time, from grocery shopping, to the dentist waiting room, I can give you some advice. The following is directed at events where meeting new people is the plan. (Everywhere else, headphones are magic, but don't have music playing through them because you need to maintain awareness.) 1.) Control the introduction. This is key. You need to take the initiative and either set up the introduction, or introduce yourself. By setting up the introduction, I mean make yourself visible to the person you want to meet, make eye contact, and the such. In both situations, you choose where the introduction is made, so you can ensure a friend is near, the bartender is near, you are in a highly visible area, etc... This means escape is easy if you need to, and you normally get to screen the person before the first hi. 2.) Screen. I don't mean pull your phone out and do a background check. I mean before you say hi, you watch them a bit, look at how they interact with others, watch how they touch people, etc... You can catch a lot of red flags that way. This takes skill, because you can not just stare at a person, otherwise you raise the creep red flag. (Although girls can get away with it because guys just assume they are the fucking bees knees and think they have hypnotized you.) The easiest way to avoid looking the creep is to just be looking at others. 3.) Have a go to activity. Be able to move to the dance floor quickly, or head off to the bathroom, make sure you have a friend next to you, so that if someone you don't want to approach or the creep flag is risen, you can deflect him/her by talk to your friend, or just getting out on the dance floor. 4.) Don't go looking for love, sex, or romance. Seriously. This is the biggest mistake you can make. This is like chum for the creeps. If you are not looking to put out, the creeps will give up and move on. The creep is looking for low hanging easy fruit, and the second they sense you are not going to just roll over and give it to them, they move on. 4a.) Don't be overtly excited about diapers. This applies more to your munch situation. Don't talk about diapers. Some of the creepist diaper people I have met (only online, I have only met one other diaper person IRL) are creepy because they get off from talking about diapers, especially about the one you are wearing. Deny them that. Talk about baseball, sailing, your proficiency at the shooting range (I group in a quarter at 100 meters with a Mosin-Nagant 1898 iron sights, and the same at 200 meters with my Remington 700 with a 4x Scope, plus I have several golden spurs from cowboy shoot matches, mostly in rifle on horseback, and fanning.) talk about video games, miniature gaming, dungeons and dragons, anything but diapers. The creep will move on to easier prey that is willing to give him or her what they want. Fap material for later. 5.) Have an escape plan. Always, always, have a way out that does not involve you returning to your home, but going to another safe place. Whenever I go to an event or club, my phone gps, once I get to the event, is programmed to go to the nearest police station, this way if I feel threatened, I just get in car, push drive, and I am safe. You never want to go directly home if you feel unsafe, and I never ever go directly home after an event like clubbing, etc... I always go via a Denny's or something, stop at a store, etc... again, the creeps want easy prey, make it hard for them.

Small here.

Tumor on bladder the caused internal bleeding, and an infection in the bladder wall, which lead to a surgery to remove the tumor, and damaged tissue. My bladder lost capacity and elasticity. The result, these are my words, I am left with the bladder of a four year old, but the kidney output of a 19 year old. My continence nurse says I can regain daytime control over time as I get used to the "new" size, however in trying I was running to the bathroom 4 times an hour, and I failed about half the times... So I am just going to give up and accept the diapers.