WetOnes

Pickup in Toronto only--shipping anywhere else would cost more in total than just ordering from Rearz directly. CA $60

My memory of babyhood is surprising... i can remember: Reaching to try to grab the mobile over my head in my crib, then was able to reach it and shake the living shit out of it---and then suddenly was higher! I can remember laying on my tummy and rubbing my crib sheet and feeling the plastic of the mattress--I really like that feeling... I can remember squirming like crazy having my diaper changed--and my mother letting me get stuck with a diaper pin--and I knew she did it! I can remember crawling out of my crib the first time, and the second, and my mother spanking me the third time... No doubt all these memories and more are why I am attracted to diapers...

Here's a funny and true story. I had an appointment for an EEG and I woke up late. I took off my night diaper quickly but I left my onesie on, just not snapped and hurried out. I mean, it's an EEG, not an ECG: they're going to attach electrodes to my head, not to my chest, right? Right? Wrong, the technician did want to attached electrodes to my chest (and ankles). It took a long time to get the test and it might have been very important, so I had to take off my undershirt--which had long flaps with snaps on them. You shoulda seen the look on her face (and I am sure I must have been beet red)...

I was very nervous about it, too... now I have to wear diapers for real, and I find now I am, like, the more noticeable the better!

I won't ever quit wearing them now, I have to have them these days. I have been AB all of my life (gettin' to be an old man now). It came on me when I was about 12 or 13. There was no internet now, I had deep guilt about liking wearing them, I thought I was a freak. A few times over the years I swore off them for that reason but always caved back in some months later. It wasn't until I was over 40 that I just went, fukkit, this is clearly going to be with me all of my life, so I may as well accept it and drop the guilt: what a relief that was off my mind. It was only a few years later that the internet really took off, there came to be chat groups and, lo and behold, there were others like me! I couldn't believe it! And not just a few, so many! And now you can buy onesies and AB clothing and pacifiers and adult disposable diapers--with cute little prints on it! AB heaven... ! But I had an accident 10 years ago. Now I can't dress/undress myself, have to be gotten out of bed every morning, showered, someone has to change my diapers, morning, noon and night, and put to bed at night. My care givers have accepted onesies as disabled clothing and I sleep with a teddy bear and no one thinks that 'too' strange for a 64 year old man. Sort of a consolation prize for my injuries!