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Alright so....I was very hesitant to even make an account on this.

I basically texted her saying I wanted to confess my most embarrassing secret. I ended up just saying *sends pic of my stash of things I'm into* and sent her a pic of my diaper stash. Her reply was "Huh! I've always wondered what it'd be like to do that!" I already knew I'd get this kind of reaction, but I was still nervous about actually telling her. We went on to have a long conversation over text about diapers, catheters and stents. She said she has kinda wanted to try cathing! I now have no secrets from my best friend!

Recently my eldest daughter who I live not far from strongly suggested I open a profile on Fetlife. She suggested this because I haven't been on a date in the almost eight years since I moved to be near her and her family. she feels strongly that it's important in life to have relationships and sexual relationships are part of that need. She knows that being transgender can be a lonely place because so much of the dating pool is off limits. It's like being unable to swim so you can only stay in the shallow end of the pool and that end is just a tiny fraction of the pool. Since I have my "original equipment" below the waist straight men are not available. Unfortunately, lesbians are off limits for the same reason. I find men can be attractive in many ways but I just am not turned on by a penis in the mouth or any other orifice for that matter so gay men are not a good fit. Pansexual or bi sexual women are a very small minority and you can't just hang out in bars asking people to fill out a sexual questionnaire. Thus a site with everything open and lots of open minded people so she saw this as a solution. I resisted at first because though I'm very open minded about most anything,I just felt that I was out on the fringes pretty far as it is. My daughter persevered and offered to open a profile herself if I would, and she would friend me in support. It made it much more difficult for me to keep resisting. In the end I told her I would give it a try so she created a profile for herself and was having a lot of fun meeting other people in the community. I understand because I've been a member here for years and to some extent people here are family to me. Then I came to the nuts and bolts of actually creating a profile and there before me lay Pandora's Box. My daughter know I'm trans without the bottom surgery but she had no idea about my incontinence issues or my baby side. It really hit home when I started thinking of what I'd use as my nick on the site. I really wanted to use the same nick that I use here. My nick is more than just my identity, it's a statement of my freedom to be who I really am. It's the truth and how could I hide the truth in a place where you're meeting people for the purpose of getting to know others while they get to know me. I'm pretty sure you've already deduced the problem here. My daughter would friending me as an adult baby and diaper lover. Oh what tangled webs we weave. I wouldn't lie about who I was because I might as well not waste the time and energy. I decided there was only one way out, the operative word being out. I created the profile knowing she would never see it and connect it to me because my avatar isn't a picture of me, it's a pic of my rhumba panties and a Bambino Bianco laid out on my bed.Either I would have to message her and send a friend request or she would have to wait for me to give her my nick so she could send me a friend request. That was the easy step. I sat down with my daughter and told her I had created a profile and she was happy and excited. I told her that I was more kinky then she would have ever imagined and my nick would give it away and my about me page would expand on that knowledge. I told her she had the choice to pass on friending me and we'd just keep thing compartmentalized or she could choose to learn about me. All of me. My brilliant inquisitive daughter chose knowledge. If I hit the lottery tomorrow it would be almost depressing compared to how it feels to know my daughter loves me unconditionally. Hugs, Freta

I was recently listening to the 'coming out' episode of the Big LIttle Podcast, and one of the hosts said something that really resonated with me.

I know it probably sounds like a completely stupid thing to do and sounds like something you would do for attention but it's something I've been thinking about for quite a while now.

I figured it was finally time to come out. I am a college student/diaper lover. I decided to finally embrace something that I feared for a long time and am happy to be out there.

So here is yet another story of an AB/DL explaining to a loved one about their fetish, I'm sure you all have seen a thousand other threads about it and this one isn't very different, but if you do want to know my experience then continue.

Has anyone ever thought of writing a book somewhere along the lines of "When Someone You Love, Loves diapers"? I'm just curious and I was thinking about it the other day. It would be like a Q/A book for the parents/friends/realtives, etc. of DLs and ABs. It might make it easier for people who want to come out of the diaper-closet but who just don't know what to say. Comments? Questions? Imput? By the way, I don't feel I have the ambition to write such a book so if someone wants to use the idea, please feel free. I'll buy a copy!

My (alt) name is Blain and I'm a DL and I have been since I was three. For no particular reason. My mother was conservative but intelligent and remarkably open-minded. I may have been toilet trained before I was ready, but I mostly just like the feel of peeing in a diaper. When I told my mother I wanted diapers back, she give the polite, Christian version of "FUCK NO" and laid down the "baby or big boy" ultimatum. That's pretty standard experience and that's not worth writing about... What I'm here to tell you that I have incredibly great news. If you are trapped in a marriage where your partner doesn't know you're an AB/DL and you think there is no way out but the inevitable destruction of your relationship, there is still hope. I had gotten really worked up about the near-future-ness of having children and was worried that my fetish would complicate my feelings, specifically about my suitability to be a father. The weight of the pressure started to crack that carefully manicured façade those of us in the closet maintain... that careful tracking of all the possible vulnerabilities. And my wife, more attentive that I would normally give her credit for, caught on and wouldn't let me go until she was satisfied I told her what was bothering me. I couldn't hide all that inside me, and after talking around the word "diapers" for about 30 minutes... like I was breaking into several nested safes... I was able to explain. She asked several of the basic questions we all have rehearsed answers for. Number one or number two? Did your parents do something wrong? Do you do this currently? It was all over within the hour and my defenses were left demolished. I was completely vulnerable. "That's all? You had me worried. I thought you were into scat or kiddie porn. This is nothing." (Later, she told me she would have even accepted scat, as long as it was kept far away from her and cleaned up. And to give her the credit she deserves, she didn't assume diaper = pedo.) To be fair, I had dropped bread crumbs along the way, tried to carefully position myself on certain issues, and cultivate that certain understanding for other quirks of mine, but even that sometimes discouraged me more than anything and reinforced that I should take my secret to the grave. Still, I got worked up and actually hoped she would see some sort of pain I was experiencing. But ultimately, I had to rely on trusting her completely. That drop of acid in my stomach flowed like a river for days as I waited to wake up and find it was all a dream. But it's not, and the acceptance makes me feel better than weeks of my wife out of town and my secret indulgence. It's even sparked a sexual renascence in our relationship. We even went back and forth, uncovering our other fetishes... that's between us, but trust me, we went from "fat-free non-dairy vanilla" to "quadruple mint chocolate mocha caramel cake batter" in a matter of minutes. She wasn't carrying her fetishes as heavily as I was, so I'm glad she's been comfortable in her skin, but I wasn't and ultimately, having everything on the table has made this into the perfect relationship. That said, I do have a few lessons leaned. Most importantly, trust your partner above all else. Sometimes you don't understand the depth of that commitment until it's been measured to it's darkest fathoms. And second, don't do what I almost did and confide in a friend as a way to test the waters. It might seem like a good idea, but it is in fact a terrible idea. If you do come out to your partner, they will probably be offended that you didn't tell them first, no matter how you try to justify that. In my case, that would have been worse than being married and keeping a secret. That's married and keeping a secret with someone else. So, I'm now out to my wife. I have the right to free and open practice of my DL fetish in the house and she's even agreed to some of my major fantasies I couldn't reveal before. She even started to comment on how female hygiene products tried so hard to avoid being diapers that they compromised their functionality. She's going to wear Goodnights on her heavy nights because it just makes more sense than washing sheets and throwing out stained panties. One day, if I raise my children right, I might let them in on my secret life. I expect to raise caring, intelligent, accepting human beings to match my wonderful wife's attributes. And now I can do so imprinting them with love rather than shame, allowing them to extend acceptance even to themselves.