Hi DD!
You can call me Hummer. I'm 23 years old (in human years, that is!), living in New Hampshire, and being a science geek, I spend my days working in a medical laboratory. I'm a singer and musician in my spare time, as well as a writer, and an avid consumer of bad cartoons and old video games. When I can force myself off the couch, I'm also into hiking, rock climbing, working out, camping, skiing, playing hockey, and hanging out at the beach or swimming hole. My dream in life is to have a place of my own out in the woods, a couple massive dogs, and some kind of agriculture to keep me busy, like beekeeping or maple tapping.
Despite having been potty-trained successfully both day and night by age 2 1/2, I started wetting the bed again at age 11. Since then, it's been very off-and-on: six months wetting almost every single night, then a year or two dry, and repeat. My pediatrician tested me for basic causes, like diabetes or UTI, and finding none, decided it was more likely caused by stress or "growing pains". He started me on a trial of demsopressin, but it only seemed to reduce the volume of each wetting, rather than stopping it from happening, so naturally my parents went out and got some store-brand adult pull-ups to handle the rest. As we all know, those are useless for bedwetting, and in time they got sick enough of cleaning up leaks that they started buying me genuine Depends, the plastic-backed ones with the six tabs. After the first "dry spell" to follow, I never told my parents when my bedwetting would start back up (can you think of a more mortifying conversation to have?), and to spare myself the embarrassment, I'd go out and buy my own. That continued until I moved out for college, where I could spring for diapers like Abenas and Molicares without worrying about someone going through the mail.
When I was 22, I started experiencing the urge to pee a lot more frequently and more severely during the day, eventually resulting in many pairs of wet pants and some very invasive medical procedures (thank your lucky stars if you've never had a cystoscopy before!). While I'm still convinced my problems are neurological in nature (given the timeframe, along with a lifelong tendency to get constipated and an abnormal gait), my urologist and neurologist have found no definite causes. I've tried several different medications, all of which have either awful side effects (oxybutynin made it impossible to wear contact lenses, and tamsulosin made it impossible to breathe through my nose), or were prohibitively expensive (mirabegron costs $450 for a 90-day supply, whereas padding up 24/7 costs significantly less for me). I'm still due to get an MRI of my brain, just to rule out any possible causes up there, but barring any miraculous discoveries therein, I'm just about exhausted with trying to get an answer from the medical world.
Being diapered most nights around the start of puberty, along with having internet access, definitely crossed some wires in my developing mind. I consider myself more of a DL, but I do have an appreciation for the world of AB things. I sleep with a teddy bear, have a pacifier, love diapers with colorful prints, and am looking to expand my collection of onesies and footie pajamas. I wouldn't say I regress or have any particular ageplay age, because I prefer the "humiliation factor" of being an adult who's either drawn toward or "forced into" such juvenile things. However, I'm also into puppy play, so I completely understand the appeal of taking on a different role and mentality to simply be someone else for a time. My interests also include chastity, bondage, spanking, toys, undies, spandex, and much more!
I look forward to getting to know you all, and thank you for taking the time to read a little of my story!