When Did You First Become Interested In Diapers?

[in diapers forever]

I have always been interested in diapers. But my mom didn't like that fact that I was still in diapers at the age of 6 so she forced me to get potty trained. I hated it felt weird but I had to do it. A few days later I relized how much I really loved diapers but my mom would buy me any more cuz she said I was a big boy and I didn't need them so I decided to pee my pants on purpose I did that for 2 week and my mom finally gave up and put me back in diapers. I'm now 24 and still in diapers and never going back to toilets.

[jaytay]

I remember when I was maybe 5 or 6 and finding out that my cousin, also around that age, wore GoodNites to bed. I kept questioning my aunt about what they were, why he needed them, and actually asked her if I could wear them! She laughed and said only if I needed them. The whole night I remember being fixated on the diapers.

Fast forward to when I was 17, and I had never really thought about diapers at all until I came across sites like these when looking at porn . Anyhow, something kicked in me around then because I once again became fixated with the idea of wearing and wetting, not buying any diapers till a while after I turned 18. Ever since I bought my first pack of adult diapers I haven't turned back, and I've almost always had some diapers around since then .

[LILJIM]

I remember my brother (5yrs younger) & my cousin (6-7yrs younger) getting alot of attention & their diapers changed when younger. I got jealous!!! even the babys on TV got more attention. I don't remember ever grabbing a diaper & trying it on. But I did wonder what it would be like to change places with them a few times. At 10yrs old I was babied 24/7 for a weekend as punishment tho.& told if Ihad messy pants again I'd wear diapers to school. I think the reason Mom never did it again was she seen it didnot bother me to much to be babied. LOL At 14yrs old I read a story in Penthouse "Wife babys hubby" I tried diapers again myself & have been pinned off & on ever since.

[sarah_ab]

I was 21 years old, studying abroad in england at univ. I was doing research on a paper regarding infant relationships with non immediate family member adults (wording is awkward i know) and so i typed in "adult baby relationships" into google, because i had never heard of adult baby or diaper love before.... anyway i clicked on a site, cause it looked funny. it was and AB/DL picture and story site. The stories were hot and the pictures were hilarious.

At any rate, i kept going back to the site to read the stories, cause like i said they turned me on. i'd been into bdsm since i discovered it around 12 or 13 years of age, so i wasn't shocked or anything.. it was just one more thing i was turned on by.

at any rate, i was a poor student so didn't have money to spare, so it wasn't until the next fall when i was back in the states and had my own apartment that i was able to buy diapers.

i went to wal mart, got some diapers, wipes, powder, pacifiers, bottles, and went to the checkout line. The cashier was a girl i knew from univ. we chatted a while as she rang my stuff up then i took my stuff and left, went home, put the diaper on, wet it, and thought... well damn this is boring!

hahahah and thats when i figured out what i preferred was someone to put me in the diaper.... i didn't actually care about the diaper, so much as being forced into being a baby... ahhh self discovery.. what a wonderful thing!

[langtab]

I was three years old and I had a terrible babysitter. She left me in the car for the day and I wet my pants. Anyways, she dragged me inside and threatened me with diapers and when I said no she hit me, choked me, and threw me at a wall. So, since then diapers have always been the other choice. If I were to choose diapers at that point I probably wouldn't have been abused and the world would be right. They are, and babyish things, my safe place.

I can remember after that I always wet the bed. My mom was one of those mothers who refused the idea of diapers and would always just clean my sheets and blankets. We would walk through the diaper isle and my eyes were fixed on the diapers; I never hid it either.

Anyways, thats my story

-Tabby

[Joerg]

5 became incontinent in 2001 and began with diapers and latex pants the same year24/7/365

[rickibrat2]

have really never been out of them

[pitre309]

I first became interested in diapers at age 4 and it was purely by accident that I stumbled upon the interest to wear diapers again. It went like this, first of all I was raised in a fairly religious home in that my dad was a jehovahs witness and my mom was a baptist (I know, how did that happen?) and I had just discovered masturbation only it wasn't called "masturbation" it was called "riding the blanket" and because both parents were religious, masturbation was forbidden and if you got caught doing it, you got spanked so I figuered out real quick the key is, don't get caught, I was only caught 3 maybe 4 times in my whole life, but anyway this one day my mom and dad went out of town for the day and left this this red headed mean bitch in charge of us(my 2 older sisters and me and baby brother who obviously still wore diapers at the time) while they were out of town, at 4 years of age, this woman really rubbed me the wrong way and pissed me off and so I really went out of my way to be as obnoxious as I could and piss her off right back which I eventually succeeded in doing just that but it was how I had succeeded in doing it, as I mentioned I was being as obnoxious as I knew how to be and so eventually I got sent to my room which I shared with my baby brother and she didn't say what I could and couldn't do while I was in there, and so not being quite satified that I had made her good and angry yet, I went looking for another way to get a rise out of her so I proceeded to throw my stuffed animals around the room because my door was left open so she could still keep an eye on me, well that didn't seem to bother her too bad but I was instructed to pick them all up by her so as I crossed the room to retrieve a couple of them I saw sitting next to my brother's crip on the change table one of my teddy bears that a couple of days earlier my mom had put one of brother's diapers on at my request so I guess I wasn't completely uninterested in diapers at that point but I hadn't quite built up enough curiosity to try one on myself yet or at least not until that day anyway, so as I was looking at the teddy bear with the diaper on I looked alittle further down the change table and saw a good sized stack of my brother's diapers sitting there and thought to myself "hmmmm?" I wonder what it would be like to try one on, so I grabbed a diaper off the top of the stack and headed for my bed which unfortunately for me was in plain sight of my wonderful babysitter and layed down on my bed fully clothed and slid the diaper under my butt and pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and layed there for all of about 3 seconds before the babysitter saw me and just about came unglued as she stormed into my room and rather violently snatched the diaper out from under me and yelled at me and ordered me into the living room with everybody else, and so being rather satisfied with myself that I had finally figuered out a way to seriously tick her off right back, I did as I was told and got up off of bed and headed for the livingroom but as I was getting up I realized that I was fully erect and that by putting that diaper on had caused that to happen so I logged that in the back of my mind because I knew then and there that I was going to have to investigate that feeling that I was having at a later date more specifically when no one was watching me which at 4 years of age is alot harder to do than one would think. I don't know what it was at her seeing me try on one of my brother's diapers but it really set her off, she so mad she that wouldn't even talk to me for the rest of the day, and so that event really made my day. Because of the fact that my mom and dad didn't believe in God the same way, we weren't all that close as a family and I hate to admitt it but at four years of age, I felt fairly neglected especially since about a year earlier when my little brother came along, everybody was focused on him so that left me with alot of alone time which after I became curious/interested in diapers, I used to my advantage or at least I tried to anyway, I discovered that just because I wasn't the baby anymore, didn't mean that no one was paying attention to me anymore like two older sisters, but I did succeed twice in sneaking diapers out of the house but at 4 yaers of age there were some places that my parents didn't want me going into like the shed and this old car that was parked in the backyard but those were the only two places which provided good cover for me to pursue my curiosity in private. The first time I almost got caught I was in the old car parked in the backyard and it was my mom that almost caught me with my pants down, it was good thing for me I heard her calling out to me because it gave me just enough time to pull my pants back up, I was in the back of the car for 2 maybe 3 minutes and just enough time to almost get the diaper on and realize that I was definitely interested in diapers and really wanted to masturbate in or at least with one but like I said my mom came outside looking for me so I didn't get a chance to. The second time that I successfully smuggled diapers out of the house was when my grandparents from Colorado came to visit mostly to see my brother but once again I found myself alone so I seized the opportunity to pursue my curiosity and for some odd reason at four year of age you think more is somehow better when it is just the opposite, when no one was looking I grabbed a whole stack of diapers and put them into a tote bag with some stuffed animals and headed outside and seemingly no one noticed what I had in the bag or at least none of the adults did anyway, my oldest sister on the other hand, well that was different story, unbeknownst to me she took a glance into my bag and saw what she thought looked like diapers and wondered just what the heck I was going to do with them and so she watched me go outside and watched where I went once I got out there, I headed directly to the shed and once inside I lowered my pants and underware and tried once again to put a diaper on, now our backyard was semi graveled and so as I'm standing there trying to figure out how to work the tapes on the sides of the diaper, I can hear someone walking through the yard outside of the shed, next thing you know I hear the wooden shed door begin to grind open and so I pulled my pants back up real quick diaper and all, and it was my oldest sister that entered the shed and asked what I was doing which I replied "nothing" and so she proceeded to pick up my tote bag and explore the contents of the bag and of coarse she saw the diapers and asked what I planned to do with them and so I lied and said that I was going to put the on my stuffed animals, and at four years of age you don't exactly think of everything and so you lack the ability to plan at least 3 to 5 moves ahead and this was back in the early 70's when pampers were rectangle in shape and considerably thicker and bulkier than they are today and so needless to say I had a bulge from the diaper on both sides of my pants which my sister also inquired about and she said "you're wearing a diaper, aren't you?" and at first I lied and said no but then she threatened to go tell on me if I didn't tell her the truth so I just nodded my head without saying anything and so ordered me to take it off and at first I argued and said that I wasn't getting undressed in front of her but she threatened to tell on me if I didn't take it off immediately, so undid my pants just enough to pull the diaper out and hand it to my sister who was glaring at me and watched her put it in the tote bag and walk out of the shed tot bag and all and go back in the house where she turned the bag over to my mom and told her that it was me that had taken them outside but she didn't snitch me off about wearing the diaper, my mom told my dad who had a very unpleasent uncomfortable conversation with me about it and told me that if I got caught playing the diapers again that he was going to make me wear a diaper all day. Now the thought of wearing a diaper all day didn't sound all that bad but I had a lot of questions about proposal that I wasn't sure I really wanted to hear the answer to and the other thing was the fact that my dad would have humiliated me about the fact that I was wearing a diaper all day long and that didn't sound very appealing to me and so with that threat in mind, my diaper interests were scared off for a couple of years. Where we lived at the time was close enough to the elementary school that I could walk to school everyday and every day when I walking home, I would pass this foster home with an old car parked in front of it and on the dash of this old car I could clearly see a fairly large diaper sitting on it and I walked by this house twenty or thirty times and still the diaper never moved and so one day I worked up the nerve to approach the vehicle and I reached in through the driver side window which was half rolled up and snatched that diaper off of the dash and made a mad dash home, now my brother was still in diapers at the time and I still shared a room with him but as I learned at age 4, people were definitely watching me especially around my brother's diapers and from the last little incident on they kept a careful count of how diapers were in the box and on the change table area so it made it nearly impossible for me to steal one of his and the threat of having to wear a diaper all day as far as I knew was still in effect and so for that reason I didn't dare try to take one of his, but someone elses well that was a different story, so anyway I hurried home and between ages 4 and 6 we had moved to another house and on our property we had our house which was a really cool two story and the downstairs was sub level but we also had two other structures on the property as well and my dad built me my own little playhouse in the backyard which afforded me a great deal of privacy which is exactly where I went with my stolen diaper and this time I had a great deal of unrestricted time to play in my new diaper which looking back was a good sized diaper it was at medium or what wouldv'e been the overnight size that one on the dark blue box but anyway I dropped my pants and underwear and opened it up and slid it between my legs and pulled both front and back side up and I'll tell you what that diaper would've actually fit had I pulled the tapes and taped both sides together but I was 6 and easily distracted and I heard the kids next door yelling and having fun so I wanted to go join them but I didn't want to take the diaper off just yet so I pulled my underwear up over the diaper and adjusted it underneath so that everything felt comfortable and pulled my pants up over the top of all that and took off to go see what was happening next door. One of the neighbor girls noticed the bulge under my pants and asked me if I still wore diapers? at which I replied "no, of coarse not" but she kept on insisting that it looked like I was wearing one and I insisted that I wasn't but finally I excused myself from that arguement and said I needed to home and use the restroom and got out of there, as soon as I got back home I went to the backyard and back to my playhouse and for the first time ever in my life, I masturbated with a diaper on and when I was done I wet in my diaper but afterward I felt guilty for doing all of that so I threw the diaper away and didn't play with another diaper again until I was seven. Looking back my diaper interest came and went between ages 4 and 10 and I also took notice of the fact that I ususally didn't give much thought to diapers unless I was around alot of them which occured twice a year for me when I had to attent one of those boring jehovahs witness bible conventions with my dad but that was when I would see lots and lots of diapers and get reinterested, one time when I was 10 while attending one of such conventions I came upon some parents who sitting on the floor with their toddler and sitting right beside them was a whole box of pampers and I thought to myself "wow, a whole box of diapers, how awesome would that be?", I was returning to my seat from lunch break so that meant so that meant I had to sit through three and half more hours of boring talks but as I sat there I kept thinking about that box of pampers and awesome it would be if I could have a box like that for myself, (it was twelve pack) then I got to thinking about some of the little stores I frequented like the circle K that was about a quarter mile away from where I lived,and a store that I went to at least 3 or 4 times a week to buy things like candy and jerky and occasionally play video games and then I remembered the fact that on the back wall of the store they had that exact same box of pampers that I had just seen and it didn't seem like it was all that expensive and then I slapped myself on the forhead and felt like a total idiot because I could've been buying my own diapers all these years but I had just never thought about it before now and I had 7 or 8 dollars in my wallet at the time so I figuered more than enough to cover the cost of a 12 pack of pampers down at circle K when I got back home that day after the convention, I guess it was lucky for me that I didn't have that revelation the day before because then I would've really been bummed out about having to sit through another long boring day of talks and lectures but it just so happened that I glanced at my wrist watch and discovered that we only had another hour and a half to go then we could head for home which was another 2 hours driving time away and let me tell you it was the longest two hour drive in my life, that money in my wallet was about to catch fire, so I went to sleep or least tried to go to sleep to try an pass the time better about the time I finally fell asleep we were pulling into town and then I was wide awake, as soon as we got home I hopped on bike church clothes an all and rode to circle K but then I had to figure out which box to buy and while I was standing there looking at the diaper boxes on the shelf the clerk walked up on me and about scared me out of my skin when she if I needed any help, she asked how big the baby was and I was kind of stumped at the question but I thought about it for a second and said pretty good sized so she recommended the toddler size in the purple box and so I went with her recommendation and bought that one it was less that five bucks which just made me kick myself that much more as rode home. Since one of my sisters had moved out a few months before, I got to have her old room downstairs and since I had moved downstairs my dad installed a window in my room which had a big ledge on the outside, so when I came up the driveway, I stopped by my window and dropped off the package and went inside real quick, half ways hung up my coat which later on I regretted and headed down the stairs to my room which was right at the bottom of the stairs and the only real problem with my room was that it didn't have a door but the stairs squeaked and screeched with every step you took so you could usually hear when someone was walking down them but ever so often you couldn't, but I was so excited at the fact that I had just bought my very own box of pampers and brought them home I wasn't even thinking about that kind of thing at the moment, I just opened my window, took the sreen loose and retrieved my box of pampers, put the screen back, shut the window and ripped that box open, oh that smell was so AWESOME!, I pulled a diaper out of the box, unfolded it and put it on my bed (which was also right at the foot of the stairs), undid my pants which fell to my ankles and pulled off my underwear and layed down on my stomach and started going to town on that diaper but then I heard a noise that sounded almost like someones belt being unfastened and I thought for sure it was my dad and that I was about to get the spanking of a lifetime and I guarantee ithat it would've been one the worst spankings because my bare bottom was exposed and the really bad thing was the fact the spanking wasn't even going to be the worst part because when he was done spanking me, he was going to ask me a hundred and one really uncomfortable questions that I really didn't want to have to answer and God only knows what was going to happen after that, so I stopped what I was doing immediately and just waited for the worst day of my life to begin but after about 5 or 10 seconds nothing happened so I looked back over my shoulder and thank GOD! no one was there, it turned out that it was just some loose change in my pants pocket had moved around while I was pleasuring myself, I gave a serious sigh of relief to myself and thought "Wow,that was a close call and I really should've been more careful" so I moved my diaper party into my sister's room because my sister wasn't home at the time and wouldn't be back for a few more hours and the nice thing about my sister's room was that it had a door that could be closed for added protection and of coarse privacy for my sister. Once again being young, I lacked the ability to fully think things through, once again I had a diaper that would fit to the point that I could've used the tape on the diaper itself and fastened it on but I lacked the understanding to tuck my slightly erect penis down between my legs so that the diaper would fit better, so my problem was that I could fasten one side on but not the other, man, I really wish that my thinking had been just alittle more evolved because had I thought about it just alittle harder, I could've used a piece of duct tape to fasten the other side on and then I would've been set, or I could've tucked my penis down between my legs and "properly" fastened it on the way I wanted it,man, the things you don't think about when you're younger, I didn't come up with any of those ideas until I was 14 and by then I had seriously out grown those diapers and pampers didn't come out with the extra large size until I was 15, but back when I was 10, I wasn't concerned about the way they fit, just in the way they felt when I had them on however I did like modeling them in front of my sister's wall mounted mirror and it's a real shame that I didn't think about taking pictures of myself wearing them back then of back in those days all we had was those poloroid instamatic cameras or at least that would've been the only camera that I would've used such reasons, but anyway I was standing in front of my sister's mirror admiring myself with a diaper on when my dad called down for me, once again I didn't want to take the diaper off just yet, so I pulled my pants and underwear up over the top of it and went to go see what my dad wanted, I just assumed that he wanted to talk to me so that was why I figuered it was no big deal if I kept the diaper on, WRONG!, he wanted me to walk up the stairs and pick up my coat that had fallen off the hook onto floor, so that meant I had to walk by him twice!, but my brother was watching TV and it was kind of loud so it covered up some of crinkle noise my diaper made as I walked past him both times, anyway after I hung my coat up and walked passed him a second time,I went to go back down stairs and I was half way down the stairs when my dad called me back up, I thought the worst at that point,I thought for sure that he was going to ask what I had on my pants but he didn't, he informed me that he would be leaving soon and that he wanted me to keep an eye on my brother until my mom returned home from church, so I said that I would do that and returned to my sister's room to retrieve my diapers and give myself a happy ending, while I was masturbating,I started thinking about what would've happened had I gotten caught doing what I was doing and I knew for sure that I would've got one heck of a spanking and most likely I would have been forced to wear the rest of the diaper that were in the box and most likely received a few more spankings in that whole process which much to my surprise, the thought of wearing a diaper and being spanked really turned me on, so at 10 years old I became interested in diaper spankings but I really didn't start to experiment with that idea until I was 14 and after I read a really cool story in a hustler magazine about a woman who enjoyed being spanked for sexual reasons at that point I realized that I liked being spanked for sexual reasons as well, that story in the hustler magazine gave alittle bit of comfort because that meant that I wasn't the only one that enjoyed spankings for sexual reasons but it wasn't until the late nineties and the evolution of the internet that I discovered other people that enjoy being spanked in a diaper similar to me but this was how I became interested in diapers, I hoped enjoyed my story, it's a true life account

[babystevie]

I have always had an interest in wearing diapers & plastic panties. One of my younger brothers was a bedwetter and was diapered at night until he was 6 or 7. I always wished I could be in them too. And now I am!

[diaperguy85]

i can probably say always. my mom said that i was very difficult to potty train and didnt want to give up wearing diapers. eventually i was potty trained, but still snuck diapers here and there from my little brother for a bit. then one day i was caught in one of his diapers around age 4 i would say, and (probably out of sheer embarrassment of being caught red-handed) stopped wearing all together for years with little to no urge to wear. then the urge started creeping up again about 12 or so years later. i started with making

[dave_the_baby]

It's ironic-- I WAS in the perfect position to stay in diapers.

[Red Barchetta]

Interested in what respect? - In my case I never was out of diapers because of medical issues, the fact is I really never thought about it much unless someone else bought it up - while there is now some exception now (with my wife) the diapers are most definately not a fetish in itself - the are just as necessary today (and have been my whole life) as they where the day I was born....

[Dirty Diaper/Maxipad Lover]

Th entire thing is in my DD blog in graphic detail. It's too complex for me to retype the whole thing here. My first experience was at a very young age, and I first "wore" a clean diaper again as a teenager. (Spoiler Alert: I kind of pulled a Tom Sawyer to legally get my diapers.) The first time I bought more for myself was awhile after that.

[Kaliborio]

I know I was trying to get back into diapers before I was fully out of them, from my memories of kindergarten.

The first time I seriously tried to get back into diapers was when I was 13, finally had some money of my own, and could buy pull-ups.

[Goodniteswearer89]

 I was probably just getting ready to go into my teen years when I got interested in them. I can remember taking some of my moms pads and using them like a diaper and also taking some of my younger cousins pull ups and even some of younger sister’s baby doll diapers and wearing them. It wasn’t until i moved out on my own I was able to buy my own diapers and started wearing them more and got more into the abdl lifestyle.

[Little Cub Pants]

I first got into diapers when I was 7, probably on a count of me wearing them well into when I was 6 and then having lots of accidents afterward. I used to go on my sister's room and smell them, and the smell was always so intoxicating!🥰 And then when I was 14, my infatuation with diapers grew to the point where I would even go on my mom's computer and look up diaper changes. I was never caught thank God. But watching those videos definitely made my urge for diapees grow more and more. At first it was just diapers and I said to myself I would NEVER wear onesies or baby clothes. But then that quickly changed into infatuation with cute little outfits, baby wipes, baby bottles, onesies, pacifiers, and cribs. And the more I tried to fight it, the more it kept growing and growing and growing. And I started to like the fact that I was becoming a baby. I wanted to be a toddler, 3 years old. But as the desire to keep growing and growing inside me, I wanted to be more and more of a baby. So finally the urge got so strong that I wanted to be a 1 year old little boy who still has to be bottle-fed, fed in a high chair, and cared for and held, with all the classic baby needs. Diapers, wipes baby toys, plushies, you name it. And here I am. And that's how I became the me I am today!😁😃♥️🚼🍼👶🥰 And the urge keeps growing and growing everyday to the point where I might actually tell my mom one day. I'm not sure if that will ever happen, but it is something that I think about from time to time. And honestly as the years go by, it gets harder and harder to resist that. One thing's for sure though, I know I TRULY am a BABY at heart!😊😁♥️😃🚼🍼👶

[foreverdl]

I too at a young age was attracted to diaper smells and pee smells I have loved smells of pee and old diapers  as long as I can remember . My brother and I peed on each others beds as a fight a few times. And our mom made us sleep in it, that was bad on her but good on us????

[2sail2]

I always felt like I had to go.  I had wet my pants in kindergarten.  About a year later or so, I noticed my mom going to the bathroom often and having Kotex belted pads in the bathroom, I thought she used them for peeing.  So, I thought I could too.   I took one and peed in it. It  satisfied my urges.   I often had one or two between my bunk bed boards.  One day (somewhere between 3rd and 6th grade), my mom wanted to split my beds apart and I was found out.  "You don't need these.".   MY dad was there too.   Years later in my 20s, my mom gave me a pad of paper and said don't use it as a pad because of the staples.  I had been living at home and kept Depend undergarments in a trunk, that I locked sometimes.

When I was in second or third grade, I also discovered frilly plastic snap pants in my closet (most likely from my older sister).  Just wearing them made me soo incredibly rock hard.  Of course, I didn't know what to do about it back then. 

[FloridaKid]

Really thought I was a DL, but my AB side has been tickled by some of the stories posted here. Definitely leaning in that direction now.

My earliest recollection of anything remotely ABDL-related springs from when I was about three or four years old and my little brother was still in diapers. I have a vivid memory of being in the bathroom, finishing my business and pulling up not one, but two pairs of plastic pants over my underwear…by my choice…and getting caught by my mom. This memory persisted for many years, which led me to believe it happened more than once. I asked my mom about it later in life, which filled in some important ABDL gaps for me. It turns out that my father (not “dad”, just can’t say it, big nope) would put me back in a crib in diapers and plastic pants whenever I had an accident until I “earned” the right to wear regular underwear. This approach backfired spectacularly. Initially, it was quite distressing and my mom did the natural mom thing: provide unconditional love and comfort. My three year old brain went where you might expect: diapers=love and comfort from the one adult who really mattered in my life, my mom. As a result, I actually came to desire being diapered and comforted, to the point of putting on plastic pants by choice. By the time I was a teen, it was a full-on fetish. I had no idea what a TBDL was (it was the dark ages…way before the internet), but I definitely checked all the boxes.
 

This overwhelming desire has affected my relationship with my beautiful wife of 44 years. She’s only known about it for the last 20 and needless to say, a lot of trust was trashed in the process. She’s come to terms with the fact that it isn’t going away, although it took me years of therapy and various antidepressants (along with suicidal thoughts) before that came to pass. She accepts that I have a need for stress relief and comforting that cannot be accommodated by traditional methods. She knows my backstory and despises my father, with whom neither of us have had any contact in the past 40 years. All that to set up our current situation: she sleeps in another room, ostensibly due to her CPAP and the fact that it might disturb my sleep, but the real reason is she can’t deal with the fact that I often sleep while wearing diapers. I don’t engage in age play, but simply derive comfort and a relaxing night’s sleep while padded. The heavenly softness and crinkle of a diaper just enhance the experience. How this all relates back to my three year old self is a matter of much self reflection and I’m not sure I’ll ever have a definitive answer. However, at the moment it’s all I have to connect this odd compulsion to anything grounded in reality.

[Goodniteswearer89]

On 2/15/2013 at 9:47 PM, pitre309 said:

I first became interested in diapers at age 4 and it was purely by accident that I stumbled upon the interest to wear diapers again. It went like this, first of all I was raised in a fairly religious home in that my dad was a jehovahs witness and my mom was a baptist (I know, how did that happen?) and I had just discovered masturbation only it wasn't called "masturbation" it was called "riding the blanket" and because both parents were religious, masturbation was forbidden and if you got caught doing it, you got spanked so I figuered out real quick the key is, don't get caught, I was only caught 3 maybe 4 times in my whole life, but anyway this one day my mom and dad went out of town for the day and left this this red headed mean bitch in charge of us(my 2 older sisters and me and baby brother who obviously still wore diapers at the time) while they were out of town, at 4 years of age, this woman really rubbed me the wrong way and pissed me off and so I really went out of my way to be as obnoxious as I could and piss her off right back which I eventually succeeded in doing just that but it was how I had succeeded in doing it, as I mentioned I was being as obnoxious as I knew how to be and so eventually I got sent to my room which I shared with my baby brother and she didn't say what I could and couldn't do while I was in there, and so not being quite satified that I had made her good and angry yet, I went looking for another way to get a rise out of her so I proceeded to throw my stuffed animals around the room because my door was left open so she could still keep an eye on me, well that didn't seem to bother her too bad but I was instructed to pick them all up by her so as I crossed the room to retrieve a couple of them I saw sitting next to my brother's crip on the change table one of my teddy bears that a couple of days earlier my mom had put one of brother's diapers on at my request so I guess I wasn't completely uninterested in diapers at that point but I hadn't quite built up enough curiosity to try one on myself yet or at least not until that day anyway, so as I was looking at the teddy bear with the diaper on I looked alittle further down the change table and saw a good sized stack of my brother's diapers sitting there and thought to myself "hmmmm?" I wonder what it would be like to try one on, so I grabbed a diaper off the top of the stack and headed for my bed which unfortunately for me was in plain sight of my wonderful babysitter and layed down on my bed fully clothed and slid the diaper under my butt and pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and layed there for all of about 3 seconds before the babysitter saw me and just about came unglued as she stormed into my room and rather violently snatched the diaper out from under me and yelled at me and ordered me into the living room with everybody else, and so being rather satisfied with myself that I had finally figuered out a way to seriously tick her off right back, I did as I was told and got up off of bed and headed for the livingroom but as I was getting up I realized that I was fully erect and that by putting that diaper on had caused that to happen so I logged that in the back of my mind because I knew then and there that I was going to have to investigate that feeling that I was having at a later date more specifically when no one was watching me which at 4 years of age is alot harder to do than one would think. I don't know what it was at her seeing me try on one of my brother's diapers but it really set her off, she so mad she that wouldn't even talk to me for the rest of the day, and so that event really made my day. Because of the fact that my mom and dad didn't believe in God the same way, we weren't all that close as a family and I hate to admitt it but at four years of age, I felt fairly neglected especially since about a year earlier when my little brother came along, everybody was focused on him so that left me with alot of alone time which after I became curious/interested in diapers, I used to my advantage or at least I tried to anyway, I discovered that just because I wasn't the baby anymore, didn't mean that no one was paying attention to me anymore like two older sisters, but I did succeed twice in sneaking diapers out of the house but at 4 yaers of age there were some places that my parents didn't want me going into like the shed and this old car that was parked in the backyard but those were the only two places which provided good cover for me to pursue my curiosity in private. The first time I almost got caught I was in the old car parked in the backyard and it was my mom that almost caught me with my pants down, it was good thing for me I heard her calling out to me because it gave me just enough time to pull my pants back up, I was in the back of the car for 2 maybe 3 minutes and just enough time to almost get the diaper on and realize that I was definitely interested in diapers and really wanted to masturbate in or at least with one but like I said my mom came outside looking for me so I didn't get a chance to. The second time that I successfully smuggled diapers out of the house was when my grandparents from Colorado came to visit mostly to see my brother but once again I found myself alone so I seized the opportunity to pursue my curiosity and for some odd reason at four year of age you think more is somehow better when it is just the opposite, when no one was looking I grabbed a whole stack of diapers and put them into a tote bag with some stuffed animals and headed outside and seemingly no one noticed what I had in the bag or at least none of the adults did anyway, my oldest sister on the other hand, well that was different story, unbeknownst to me she took a glance into my bag and saw what she thought looked like diapers and wondered just what the heck I was going to do with them and so she watched me go outside and watched where I went once I got out there, I headed directly to the shed and once inside I lowered my pants and underware and tried once again to put a diaper on, now our backyard was semi graveled and so as I'm standing there trying to figure out how to work the tapes on the sides of the diaper, I can hear someone walking through the yard outside of the shed, next thing you know I hear the wooden shed door begin to grind open and so I pulled my pants back up real quick diaper and all, and it was my oldest sister that entered the shed and asked what I was doing which I replied "nothing" and so she proceeded to pick up my tote bag and explore the contents of the bag and of coarse she saw the diapers and asked what I planned to do with them and so I lied and said that I was going to put the on my stuffed animals, and at four years of age you don't exactly think of everything and so you lack the ability to plan at least 3 to 5 moves ahead and this was back in the early 70's when pampers were rectangle in shape and considerably thicker and bulkier than they are today and so needless to say I had a bulge from the diaper on both sides of my pants which my sister also inquired about and she said "you're wearing a diaper, aren't you?" and at first I lied and said no but then she threatened to go tell on me if I didn't tell her the truth so I just nodded my head without saying anything and so ordered me to take it off and at first I argued and said that I wasn't getting undressed in front of her but she threatened to tell on me if I didn't take it off immediately, so undid my pants just enough to pull the diaper out and hand it to my sister who was glaring at me and watched her put it in the tote bag and walk out of the shed tot bag and all and go back in the house where she turned the bag over to my mom and told her that it was me that had taken them outside but she didn't snitch me off about wearing the diaper, my mom told my dad who had a very unpleasent uncomfortable conversation with me about it and told me that if I got caught playing the diapers again that he was going to make me wear a diaper all day. Now the thought of wearing a diaper all day didn't sound all that bad but I had a lot of questions about proposal that I wasn't sure I really wanted to hear the answer to and the other thing was the fact that my dad would have humiliated me about the fact that I was wearing a diaper all day long and that didn't sound very appealing to me and so with that threat in mind, my diaper interests were scared off for a couple of years. Where we lived at the time was close enough to the elementary school that I could walk to school everyday and every day when I walking home, I would pass this foster home with an old car parked in front of it and on the dash of this old car I could clearly see a fairly large diaper sitting on it and I walked by this house twenty or thirty times and still the diaper never moved and so one day I worked up the nerve to approach the vehicle and I reached in through the driver side window which was half rolled up and snatched that diaper off of the dash and made a mad dash home, now my brother was still in diapers at the time and I still shared a room with him but as I learned at age 4, people were definitely watching me especially around my brother's diapers and from the last little incident on they kept a careful count of how diapers were in the box and on the change table area so it made it nearly impossible for me to steal one of his and the threat of having to wear a diaper all day as far as I knew was still in effect and so for that reason I didn't dare try to take one of his, but someone elses well that was a different story, so anyway I hurried home and between ages 4 and 6 we had moved to another house and on our property we had our house which was a really cool two story and the downstairs was sub level but we also had two other structures on the property as well and my dad built me my own little playhouse in the backyard which afforded me a great deal of privacy which is exactly where I went with my stolen diaper and this time I had a great deal of unrestricted time to play in my new diaper which looking back was a good sized diaper it was at medium or what wouldv'e been the overnight size that one on the dark blue box but anyway I dropped my pants and underwear and opened it up and slid it between my legs and pulled both front and back side up and I'll tell you what that diaper would've actually fit had I pulled the tapes and taped both sides together but I was 6 and easily distracted and I heard the kids next door yelling and having fun so I wanted to go join them but I didn't want to take the diaper off just yet so I pulled my underwear up over the diaper and adjusted it underneath so that everything felt comfortable and pulled my pants up over the top of all that and took off to go see what was happening next door. One of the neighbor girls noticed the bulge under my pants and asked me if I still wore diapers? at which I replied "no, of coarse not" but she kept on insisting that it looked like I was wearing one and I insisted that I wasn't but finally I excused myself from that arguement and said I needed to home and use the restroom and got out of there, as soon as I got back home I went to the backyard and back to my playhouse and for the first time ever in my life, I masturbated with a diaper on and when I was done I wet in my diaper but afterward I felt guilty for doing all of that so I threw the diaper away and didn't play with another diaper again until I was seven. Looking back my diaper interest came and went between ages 4 and 10 and I also took notice of the fact that I ususally didn't give much thought to diapers unless I was around alot of them which occured twice a year for me when I had to attent one of those boring jehovahs witness bible conventions with my dad but that was when I would see lots and lots of diapers and get reinterested, one time when I was 10 while attending one of such conventions I came upon some parents who sitting on the floor with their toddler and sitting right beside them was a whole box of pampers and I thought to myself "wow, a whole box of diapers, how awesome would that be?", I was returning to my seat from lunch break so that meant so that meant I had to sit through three and half more hours of boring talks but as I sat there I kept thinking about that box of pampers and awesome it would be if I could have a box like that for myself, (it was twelve pack) then I got to thinking about some of the little stores I frequented like the circle K that was about a quarter mile away from where I lived,and a store that I went to at least 3 or 4 times a week to buy things like candy and jerky and occasionally play video games and then I remembered the fact that on the back wall of the store they had that exact same box of pampers that I had just seen and it didn't seem like it was all that expensive and then I slapped myself on the forhead and felt like a total idiot because I could've been buying my own diapers all these years but I had just never thought about it before now and I had 7 or 8 dollars in my wallet at the time so I figuered more than enough to cover the cost of a 12 pack of pampers down at circle K when I got back home that day after the convention, I guess it was lucky for me that I didn't have that revelation the day before because then I would've really been bummed out about having to sit through another long boring day of talks and lectures but it just so happened that I glanced at my wrist watch and discovered that we only had another hour and a half to go then we could head for home which was another 2 hours driving time away and let me tell you it was the longest two hour drive in my life, that money in my wallet was about to catch fire, so I went to sleep or least tried to go to sleep to try an pass the time better about the time I finally fell asleep we were pulling into town and then I was wide awake, as soon as we got home I hopped on bike church clothes an all and rode to circle K but then I had to figure out which box to buy and while I was standing there looking at the diaper boxes on the shelf the clerk walked up on me and about scared me out of my skin when she if I needed any help, she asked how big the baby was and I was kind of stumped at the question but I thought about it for a second and said pretty good sized so she recommended the toddler size in the purple box and so I went with her recommendation and bought that one it was less that five bucks which just made me kick myself that much more as rode home. Since one of my sisters had moved out a few months before, I got to have her old room downstairs and since I had moved downstairs my dad installed a window in my room which had a big ledge on the outside, so when I came up the driveway, I stopped by my window and dropped off the package and went inside real quick, half ways hung up my coat which later on I regretted and headed down the stairs to my room which was right at the bottom of the stairs and the only real problem with my room was that it didn't have a door but the stairs squeaked and screeched with every step you took so you could usually hear when someone was walking down them but ever so often you couldn't, but I was so excited at the fact that I had just bought my very own box of pampers and brought them home I wasn't even thinking about that kind of thing at the moment, I just opened my window, took the sreen loose and retrieved my box of pampers, put the screen back, shut the window and ripped that box open, oh that smell was so AWESOME!, I pulled a diaper out of the box, unfolded it and put it on my bed (which was also right at the foot of the stairs), undid my pants which fell to my ankles and pulled off my underwear and layed down on my stomach and started going to town on that diaper but then I heard a noise that sounded almost like someones belt being unfastened and I thought for sure it was my dad and that I was about to get the spanking of a lifetime and I guarantee ithat it would've been one the worst spankings because my bare bottom was exposed and the really bad thing was the fact the spanking wasn't even going to be the worst part because when he was done spanking me, he was going to ask me a hundred and one really uncomfortable questions that I really didn't want to have to answer and God only knows what was going to happen after that, so I stopped what I was doing immediately and just waited for the worst day of my life to begin but after about 5 or 10 seconds nothing happened so I looked back over my shoulder and thank GOD! no one was there, it turned out that it was just some loose change in my pants pocket had moved around while I was pleasuring myself, I gave a serious sigh of relief to myself and thought "Wow,that was a close call and I really should've been more careful" so I moved my diaper party into my sister's room because my sister wasn't home at the time and wouldn't be back for a few more hours and the nice thing about my sister's room was that it had a door that could be closed for added protection and of coarse privacy for my sister. Once again being young, I lacked the ability to fully think things through, once again I had a diaper that would fit to the point that I could've used the tape on the diaper itself and fastened it on but I lacked the understanding to tuck my slightly erect penis down between my legs so that the diaper would fit better, so my problem was that I could fasten one side on but not the other, man, I really wish that my thinking had been just alittle more evolved because had I thought about it just alittle harder, I could've used a piece of duct tape to fasten the other side on and then I would've been set, or I could've tucked my penis down between my legs and "properly" fastened it on the way I wanted it,man, the things you don't think about when you're younger, I didn't come up with any of those ideas until I was 14 and by then I had seriously out grown those diapers and pampers didn't come out with the extra large size until I was 15, but back when I was 10, I wasn't concerned about the way they fit, just in the way they felt when I had them on however I did like modeling them in front of my sister's wall mounted mirror and it's a real shame that I didn't think about taking pictures of myself wearing them back then of back in those days all we had was those poloroid instamatic cameras or at least that would've been the only camera that I would've used such reasons, but anyway I was standing in front of my sister's mirror admiring myself with a diaper on when my dad called down for me, once again I didn't want to take the diaper off just yet, so I pulled my pants and underwear up over the top of it and went to go see what my dad wanted, I just assumed that he wanted to talk to me so that was why I figuered it was no big deal if I kept the diaper on, WRONG!, he wanted me to walk up the stairs and pick up my coat that had fallen off the hook onto floor, so that meant I had to walk by him twice!, but my brother was watching TV and it was kind of loud so it covered up some of crinkle noise my diaper made as I walked past him both times, anyway after I hung my coat up and walked passed him a second time,I went to go back down stairs and I was half way down the stairs when my dad called me back up, I thought the worst at that point,I thought for sure that he was going to ask what I had on my pants but he didn't, he informed me that he would be leaving soon and that he wanted me to keep an eye on my brother until my mom returned home from church, so I said that I would do that and returned to my sister's room to retrieve my diapers and give myself a happy ending, while I was masturbating,I started thinking about what would've happened had I gotten caught doing what I was doing and I knew for sure that I would've got one heck of a spanking and most likely I would have been forced to wear the rest of the diaper that were in the box and most likely received a few more spankings in that whole process which much to my surprise, the thought of wearing a diaper and being spanked really turned me on, so at 10 years old I became interested in diaper spankings but I really didn't start to experiment with that idea until I was 14 and after I read a really cool story in a hustler magazine about a woman who enjoyed being spanked for sexual reasons at that point I realized that I liked being spanked for sexual reasons as well, that story in the hustler magazine gave alittle bit of comfort because that meant that I wasn't the only one that enjoyed spankings for sexual reasons but it wasn't until the late nineties and the evolution of the internet that I discovered other people that enjoy being spanked in a diaper similar to me but this was how I became interested in diapers, I hoped enjoyed my story, it's a true life account

This kinda reminds me of me when I was younger I would do the same thing. I would occasionally steal some of my youngest brothers diapers and wear them and I got caught a few times by my mom wearing them. I even took some of my younger female cousins pull ups one time also. Unfortunately my punishment was never that I would have to be in diapers the whole day even though i probably would have liked that. Unfortunately one of my punishments was that if I didn’t stop sneaking diapers and wearing them I was going to have to see a counselor luckily that never happened cause that scared me enough for the time while I was at home with my parents to stop wearing. When I moved out and got my own place I started wearing and acting like a baby again. I think what got me into diapers was I was like you when I was younger and when my other siblings came along I got ignored and so I wanted to be a baby for that reason so I wouldn’t get ignored and could get some attention.

[stevewet]

It wasn't so much nappies but wetting in general with me. I was a chronic nightly bedwetter and it never bothered me. I only remember complaining to my folks once that I had wet the bed. My mother told me not to worry and get back in while it was still warm. That was the catalyst. At first I thought urgh but realised it wasn't so bad. After that I never complained and just wet every night and slept in it. Whether my mother realised what she had started by just being lazy and not wanting to get up to change my wet bed I don't know. 

I was probably about 8 at the time as our District nurse insisted my Mother took me out of nappies as it was thought being wet and uncomfortable at night would soon have me dry. It didn't work. 

My cousin was a habitual bedwetter like me. My aunt kept him in nappies and plastic pants a lot longer than me. I was envious of him. He stopped wetting in his teens where as I wet until my early 20s. He came out of nappies just as I went back to them.

My mother dragged me of to the doctors again demanding something done about her teenage son who still wet the bed every night. The doctor refered me to the NHS continence service. The nurse issued me with adult nappies and plastic pants and a Sandra mattress cover. No cure or treatment was mentioned. 

I slept in these nappies for years until my bedwetting finally stopped just before my 22nd birthday. So I guess my real interest started in my teens. Mainly because after the visit to the continence nurse my folks just gave up trying to get me dry at night and Left me to deal with my bedwetting my self. Being in nappies again gave me no incentive to stop wetting, just the opposite. 

On 4/7/2023 at 12:51 AM, foreverdl said:

I too at a young age was attracted to diaper smells and pee smells I have loved smells of pee and old diapers  as long as I can remember . My brother and I peed on each others beds as a fight a few times. And our mom made us sleep in it, that was bad on her but good on us????

My cousin peed in my bed and I had to sleep in it 

On 10/3/2011 at 2:03 AM, in diapers forever said:

I have always been interested in diapers. But my mom didn't like that fact that I was still in diapers at the age of 6 so she forced me to get potty trained. I hated it felt weird but I had to do it. A few days later I relized how much I really loved diapers but my mom would buy me any more cuz she said I was a big boy and I didn't need them so I decided to pee my pants on purpose I did that for 2 week and my mom finally gave up and put me back in diapers. I'm now 24 and still in diapers and never going back to toilets.

I used to pre my pants a lot growing up and my mother threatened nappies but it never happened until I was in my teens .

[steviet]

In 1953, I was 4 years old and my Mom would put rubber pants on me for naps just in case I wet the bed.  Somehow, the feelings of being safe and secure in those rubber pants, (maybe they were plastic pants),  was something that stuck with me.  I soon became aware of babies and toddlers who were always in diapers and those adorable plastic pants and I was a bit jealous of them.  I wanted to wear diapers and plastic pants too, but I guess my mom decided that I was a big boy and didn't need to put me in plastic pants anymore.  So, sometime in 1953, no more plastic pants for me.  It wasn't long before I started experimenting with making my own "diapers", putting them inside my underpants and pooping in them, but what I really missed were those wonderful plastic pants just like the babies wore.  I made some crude attempts to make or improvise waterproof garments but nothing worked well as you can imagine.  Heck, I was only 6 or 7 years old.  My diaper life with makeshift diapers continued on and off as I grew.  During my teenage years my diaper life subsided for a while, but was always in the back of my mind.  At age 23, I couldn't resist anymore and I purchased my first pair of snap on plastic pants from a pharmacy.  Then I purchased some real Curity cloth diapers from Kmart and I was in DL heaven.  I've been through a bunch of "binge and purge" cycles in my life, but I still love to be pinned in my soft cloth diapers with my plastic panties.  My profile page has a few pix of me in my diapers.

[Kawaharu]

I have been in them for most of my adult life

[Little Sherri]

It's difficult for me to say for sure, as my interest in diapers possibly predates my ability to lay down coherent memories. I know that from the dawn of the earliest memories I can recall, I was "funny" about wearing diapers, seeing other people in diapers, the diaper aisle at the supermarket, etc. I had a neighbour, a girl about my age (around 5-6 at the time), the person that I actually named myself after here - her name was Sherri. She wore diapers all the time, as far as I know, and on a few occasions, came out to play wearing just a diaper and a shirt. I asked my mom years later why, and she just said that Sherri's mom was a "strange lady." So I don't know what the deal was - she didn't seem to be developmentally delayed by much, she ran around and played the same games we did. Anyway, I was glued to her side whenever she was around - everyone said she was my first crush. I was absolutely fascinated with her predicament. 

I wore diapers to bed until I was about 10, because I was an accomplished and inveterate bedwetter, and this was in the pre pull-up era. Despite that, I recall taking diapers on occasion from the houses of a couple of friends of mine who had them for younger siblings (I assume), because they were sometimes different from the ones I had, and I was fascinated by them, even if I couldn't fit into them. My one buddy had a grandmother who used toddler diapers as incontinence pads - there was always a box of them in their powder bathroom, and I asked him why, and he said his grandma was using them. I used to take one of those once in a while because I could actually fit in them. I recall putting one on in his bathroom under my underwear and wearing it for the rest of the day, and feeling thrilled and terrified that I had Huggies on. I had to take it off and dispose of it before bedtime, so I balled it up and walked across a busy street to throw it into a dumpster behind an apartment complex. I knew it would stand out in my diaper bin because it was different from mine. 

I didn't fully realize how important "this" was to me until I outgrew wearing diapers to bed, and my parents stopped buying them... and I started really missing them. Around age 11, I started making my own out of whatever I could find, and wearing them at night. 

[wetbedmo]

I wanted my diapers back right after I got out of them, there were plastic pants in my underwear drawer up to the age of five and I would sometimes put them on for a little while then put them back. After that I would do the makeshift diapers with towels. at about 10/11 I started to find or buy gerber toddler plastic pants but they were tight, I had to wait untill I was older and I found about vip plastic pants. I wish they would come back.