Strange days indeed - a 24 x 7 experiment

[Stroller]

7 hours ago, oznl said:

If others are right and the descent into dependency involves loss of control of the "other", that's a potential game-changer.  So far there is no sign of that fortunately.

I am starting to see this to a slight extent.  No significant accidents yet, but I suspect it's only a matter of time.  I'm finding that from feeling the urge for the first time to having no choice about it is much shorter than it used to be, and my ability to stop it happening is pretty limited - crossing my legs helps!  It's OK when I'm at home - I just dash for the bathroom & get my nappy off quickly.  If I'm out walking Binky that's another matter.  Luckily I usually get the urge not long after getting up in the morning, and then that's it for the day.

A vegetarian diet makes things a bit riskier in this department.  Still, I'll just go with it & hope the accidents are few & far between.

[TGalactic2012]

Yep.  This was simply about operational convenience.  I don't mind being in a loaded nappy, it's the smell for anybody within a 3m radius and the clean-up that I mind although come to think of it, it's also a short cut to nappy rash.  Just no...  If others are right and the descent into dependency involves loss of control of the "other", that's a potential game-changer.  So far there is no sign of that fortunately.

What program is your wetting software going to do?


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[oznl]

23 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

I have to research this. I'm fascinated (particularly for one who has eschewed toilets) by the idea that your toilets evacuate themselves on a horizontal plain. rather than a vertical. Ours are all about gravity lending a hand, then a siphon closes the deal. How does it work horizontally? Is it like an airplane toilet? Are your sewers negatively pressurized? Why did they settle on a different wheel shape down there?  The mind boggles.

Google "P-trap pan toilet" and all shall be revealed ?  They are used when the sewer pipe heads outside horizontally through a wall before falling.

[oznl]

• Mahna Mahna

• Do doo be-do-do

• Mahna Mahna

• Do do-do do

It’s week #3 of my employer’s compulsory “work from home” order and last night, the Government lent its weight to this preference by mandating it, using sweeping population control powers they’d quietly granted themselves under the flag of “biosecurity” some time back.

There actually isn’t that much work to do.  Most of our customers are shut down and the ones that aren’t don’t want us anywhere near their premises.  It’s not a great idea to advertise this simple reality to upper management however or we will simply get shifted from “work from home” to “stood down” or its even scarier big brother “laid off”.

Irrespective of me being at liberty to wear any kind of nappy that takes my fancy across the working day instead of my usual “long range stealth” configuration worn under office clothes, I’m seriously, seriously bored.  It’s not like I can fully goof off and watch Netflix.  I need to be at least available on email, instant messenger and phone so I dutifully put in a full working day sitting in my study in front of a work screen albeit with an alternate private computer screen (usually on DD) beside it.  There are bits and pieces to do, but it’s not a career.

I’ve become acutely attuned to the diurnal rhythm of suburban noises.  Which dogs bark when, the time the postman arrives, the approximate interval between my next-door neighbour daughter’s spectacular temper tantrums and, the infinitely annoying Muppet “Mahna Mahna” song…

Huh?

A few blocks behind me up a hill is a local Catholic school.  Like most schools, it has a school bell that tolls at implausibly frequent intervals across the day for breaks, class period changes and sometimes it seems, just for shits and giggles.  The volume of this school bell is cranked to “seriously irritating” so that houses for blocks around can enjoy the convenience of also knowing how the school divides up its day.

Being a traditional, older Catholic school, one might presume that a school bell would toll ominously, steeped in the dark tea of original sin and inherited guilt, reminding god-fearing students of the infinite afterlife of agonising torture that would await them in a flame-filled pit of hell courtesy of their Lord most merciful in case they masturbated.

But no, this school bell plays an unchanging 15 second fragment of a pop song.  Always the same song, at least for a school term whereupon a fresh song is chosen for destruction in a strange analogue of a priest putting down one choir boy and selecting another.

I thought 15 seconds of the Pointer Sisters “I’m So Excited” was bad last year.

I’ve spent nearly 3 weeks listening to the same 15 second excerpt of the Muppet Movie “Mahna Mahna” song being repeated every 30 minutes between 8am and 3:30pm.

The school isn’t even open this week.  Presumably the virus-fearing teachers fled in such a panic that there was no time to turn off the bells.

Standby for the next headline: “CCTV footage shows slightly overweight middle aged man wearing nothing but a T-shirt, nappy and plastic pants smashing school PA system with an axe”…

But you can hear it in your head right now after reading this can’t you?

• Mahna Mahna

• Do doo be-do-do

• Mahna Mahna

• Do do-do do

[Little Sherri]

8 hours ago, oznl said:

Being a traditional, older Catholic school, one might presume that a school bell would toll ominously, steeped in the dark tea of original sin and inherited guilt, reminding god-fearing students of the infinite afterlife of agonising torture that would await them in a flame-filled pit of hell courtesy of their Lord most merciful in case they masturbated.

Bahahahahaha. Loved this. I wasn't raised Catholic but I married one. When we were planning to wed, she explained to me that church was going to be very important to her once we had kids - it being very important to pretend to these new people that we've been doing this all our lives, and not just since they came along, in the hope that they would keep doing it themselves, and so when they introduce our grandchildren to it, it won't be such a charade. I said, sure, if this is really important to you, I'll go half as often as you do. Zero divided by two is zero.

Although I haven't been in a church in a diaper since I was a kid - maybe that would make it more interesting. I think I have regaled you before with my story of when I decided to actually deliberately wet my nappy, at church on Christmas eve. (As an aside, I almost never used my diaper deliberately back then, which is a pity, in retrospect). Of course, it leaked, leaving me sitting in sodden dress pants mid-way through a mass. 

[oznl]

It’s been three weeks since I was forced to work at home full time courtesy of COVID-19 and just over a week since my state went into “lockdown”.  There are four legally permissible reasons to be outside my house and I don’t have any of them.  There are police road blocks turning traffic back at the state border, like some bad movie.  It’s starting to dawn on me that I’m not even month #1 into what might well prove to be a 3 month tour.

My 3m x 4m study has become squalid, friend only to the cockroach and the ant as weeks of toast crumbs and discarded crockery pile up around me.  Small pieces of grime and detritus lend a general air of sweaty untidiness, like the long-haul coach-class aircraft seat you’ve been stuck in for 22 hours but with a larger window.  I could clean it out I suppose but a strange fog of apathy seems to have descended upon me.  Even nappy changes just seem “too hard” right now. 

Despite amassing a stockpile of disposable nappies to withstand the zombie apocalypse, I’ve hardly used any.  It’s 1967 under my shorts.  I’ve been in pinned cloth nappies and plastic pants since last weekend.  I don’t mind the “wet” feel as long as I’m not leaking.  They are comfortable and can be worn a VERY long time as they are very disinclined to leak, especially in bed.  They aren’t subtle though: I have a fat backside (which in real life, is one part of me that is NOT bigger than it should be) but there’s nobody in the house who looks at me. 

The laundry is intimidating but I’ve got the time.  Queensland does have an “autumn” (fall) but in contrast to my nappy bulge, it’s at best subtle.  The humidity has melted away somewhat but the days (and nights) are still quite warm – typically 29C to 31C.  You can pretend it’s cool in the early hours of the morning – maybe down to 19C or 20C.  Cold weather (such as it is here) is still more than a month away.  A blocking high has formed yet again off the Australian east coast to ensure even the weather is "groundhog day" stuff - exactly the same day after day.  It’s perfect nappy-drying weather out at the clothesline.  I thought I might get nappy rash if I wore cloth too much but so far, so good and I can feel quietly smug about the sustainable nature of my weirdness.  I haven’t emptied the diaper-bin-from-hell in my study because there isn’t anything in it.  It has been a bit sweaty however and I’ve been a bit stubborn about NOT running the AC in my study.  The ceiling fan is set to “cyclone” and is disturbing the ants.

I’m sure my wife has figured out I’m “old-school” nappied but no comment has been made.  I’ve rediscovered the complex-but-effective “Chinese nappy fold” as opposed to my usual go-to: the kite fold.  The advantage of the Chinese fold is that a thick pad is formed between your legs that creates an awesome soaker.   That there is terry towelling around the sides still means that I can remain carefree about what position I am laying in whilst I’m in bed.  Mobility is not great in cloth but I have nowhere to mobilise to.  Efforts to buy some home gym equipment proved futile: hoarders got in first.

There’s a swarm of problems on the horizon like angry bees: unemployment, destruction of my retirement investments, additional taxes to pay for Government largesse I personally will not benefit from, the unlikelihood of me recovering a career at my age, I could go on.  For now, I’m trying not to look at the horizon.  There’s nothing on it I want to see.  The daily diet of hysterical doom-merchanting that passes for “news” isn’t really helping things either.  I suspect I’m possibly a bit clinically depressed but that’s to be expected in this scenario and I’m not exactly on any window ledges.  I wonder how people who may have been properly depressed to begin with are feeling?

In a slightly surprising turn of events, it seems to me that I’ve “recovered” a bit in my descent into nappy-dependency.  This week I’ve found myself repeatedly holding, up to nearly an hour sometimes.  At night, despite having the luxury of bullet-proof cloth nappies in bed, I can clearly recall waking to wet.  It is a slightly strange scenario though.  It’s not like I have any urge to pee at all, I just realise that I haven’t wet for a while and then, when deciding to do so, discover that there is actually more than a few seconds worth stored up in there.  I don’t know what this means, if anything.  I’m confused as to why I forget to pee but have no urge to pee.

Friday night is an “allowed alcohol” night (I try not to drink during the week although Wednesday’s lately have been wobbly).  Alcohol nights are often followed by wet nappies I can’t remember so we shall see.

I don’t know what I should find it to be of reassuring comfort that I should wet the bed.

 

 

[Little Sherri]

 

10 hours ago, oznl said:

I’ve rediscovered the complex-but-effective “Chinese nappy fold” as opposed to my usual go-to: the kite fold. 

I've just watched a Chinese-fold instructional video online; I'd need a much larger piece of cloth to try that - all the cloth diapers I have are of the multi-layer, rectangular variety that only really lend themselves to being folded into an hourglass shape in the center, and then pinned at the sides. A variation on this is the "cinnamon roll twist" down the center as  mechanism for collecting more material in that critical area. Otherwise I have to fold the waist down a few inches at the back, or it would stand uselessly high, to the point of escaping from my plastic pants. But I am a cloth-diaper novice. I have considered the idea of buying a few more, along with some plastic pants, to cut down on the number of disposables I'm using. But I can't wear them around the house comfortably when my children are home, and they are home now ALL the time. Lounging around for a good part of the day in just a diaper, or a diaper under a pair of shorts or pajama pants, is something I miss; paradoxically, now that I work from home 100% of the time, and almost never need to go anywhere, I find myself dressed in jeans and a shirt more than ever before, because it's the only way I can travel the busy highways and byways of my house without traffic stopping to look at the "wide load" passing by. I can wear my slim, daytime diapers under almost anything, so, again, paradoxically, and contrary to what my habits were prior to the commencement of this slow apocalypse, I find myself putting jeans on as soon as I hop out of bed, to maximize the use of my larger overnight diaper, and then, when I switch to a day diaper in the afternoon, suddenly I'm wearing athletic pants or whatever. 

I'm trying to only use two disposables a day when I can, although the accuracy of that count could be called into question, because in order to make my relatively slim daytime diaper bridge the gap between when I take a night nappy off,  typically early in the afternoon, and when I put another night nappy on, at maybe 9 or 10 PM, I am putting a baby diaper in my daytime diaper, because it adds incredible capacity, but only bulks up as it gets wet, and only in the invisible-but-critical middle zone, and not way up the back or the front. It's been a while since I've had kids in diapers, but today's toddlers must be adhering to modern hydration trends, because these Pampers could, I suspect, last 24 hours on a 35-lb person. 

[Stroller]

13 hours ago, oznl said:

I’ve rediscovered the complex-but-effective “Chinese nappy fold” as opposed to my usual go-to: the kite fold. 

Me too.  Much better.  You do need a square though - mine are 4 ft terry squares (for a 34-inch waist).

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

21 hours ago, oznl said:

There are police road blocks turning traffic back at the state border, like some bad movie.  It’s starting to dawn on me that I’m not even month #1 into what might well prove to be a 3 month tour.

Wow, we're not there yet in the States, but I'm starting to get worried that the two weeks were suppose to "shelter in place" is really going to be more like 2 months.  

Good job on the cloth, I'm not quite ready for my wife to see me waddling around with 8 layers of soaked cotton under plastic pants. 

 

 

[oznl]

An interesting milestone was passed this week: 1 complete, uninterrupted year in nappies.

In fact, I went “24/7” in nappies back in December 2018 but for complicated and previously-described reasons, I came out of them for 4 weeks in March before going back again at the start of April and remaining in them.  So, although it’s approaching 15 months of 24/7 experience, technically it was only early this week that I could claim one year as a continuous shift.

 There have been a quite a few 45m gym sessions and also one or two routine 30m GP appointments undertaken nappy-free however.  One specialist appointment that also needed to be nappy-free involved almost 70 minutes out of nappies and I think that’s my record for the year.   No bathroom was used though and it was with some immediate relief that I replaced my nappy: that was in September last year.

I haven’t woken to a single morning in dry pants for more than one year.  During the days, I have been to the office, dentist, medical specialists, shopping, events, interstate travel, international travel, parties, social occasions, conferences, presentations (including as presenter on a stage) and even a funeral, all in nappies.

I thought long and hard about the funeral although I didn’t write that at the time.   It was a miserable funeral anyway for somebody who never should have been dead.  I think if I’d regarded my nappies as a kind of sexual fetish, I would have taken them off.  To indulge in a fetish at a funeral is outside my “acceptable-use-policy”.  The thing is that my nappies are no more fetish than a transgender person’s dysphoria is.  It is a part of who I am and I can’t ignore it.  And so, I just found the most discrete nappies I had and made sure they were invisible under my black suit.  No comment was made by my partner strangely enough, perhaps she can see that this is a little more than the weird sex kink she’d initially written it off as. 

My nappies are now to me as socks might be to somebody more conventional.  They are routine, everyday garments and I own lots of them.  Whilst I don’t deliberately strew them about the place, I’ve become less assiduous in hiding them from my partner and visual evidence of their use is abundant now within our bedroom.

When I got up this morning and went into our walk-in-robe, I noticed plastic pants laying around in the same way that a pair of underpants may have a year ago.  There is sudocrem in our bathroom cabinet, the next days waterproofs are laid out with other clothes and the opened “in-use” disposable nappy packets are reasonably visible under my side of the bed.  It’s a good thing that the one remaining teenager at home never ventures into our room.

I’m not incontinent during the day, at least not that I’ve really noticed although it remains that I pee at a snail’s pace and remain a bit drippy and dribbly for a little while afterward.   If anything, it seems that lately I often reflexively “hold” more during the day now than I did a few months ago.  I have NO idea why this would be.  Sometimes I’m not sure about how my nappy got that wet but I believe this to be about not thinking about things that much down there rather than any serious loss of control.

I’ve become habitually careful during the brief periods of time when I’m not in a nappy (eg: after a shower or at a change).  The whole “it’s ok to wet I’m in a nappy” has been reversed.  Now I must think “I must NOT wet because I am NOT in a nappy” for those moments.  There is some sense of mental (if not physiological) relief when the top tapes are done up and I’m again “secure”.

At night however, my bedwetting habit continues to progress.  Last night was all about dreams which is unusual these days.  I have a vague recollection of wetting myself in bed (yes, it was an alcohol night).  There was absolutely no “peeing” sensation at all but I became aware of that warm trickling across my crotch and down my perineum as I was laying on my back.  I cannot remember starting and I cannot remember finishing.  I wasn’t sure if it was “real” or not but I was suitably soggy come morning so I guess it must have been.  I suspect I woke up a little whilst peeing, registered “no problem here” and fell back asleep still doing it.  It’s all about habituation, not incontinence right now.

A moment of panic this morning also upon awaking.  I recalled that when changing for bed late the night before, I found that I’d leaked badly over the top of my evening nappy with the front of my compression pant and shorts well wet with pee and I’d left the sodden garments dropped on the bedroom floor.  Not a good marital look.

At least I thought I recalled that.  Looks like that was a dream too.  They were perfectly dry and folded on top of my nappy hamper where I’d left them.  I could have sworn that leaking episode DID happen but apparently not.

For now at least, my partner seems to have given up on “curing” me although I seriously doubt that our relationship is the better for this venture.

What next?

I’m going to change myself and keep going.  I can’t possibly fail, I don’t have a plan!

[Little Sherri]

10 hours ago, oznl said:

I can’t possibly fail, I don’t have a plan!

Amen to that!

Congratulations and thank you for cutting a path that others, including myself, are endeavoring to follow. Thank your wife for us as well... Maybe her and my wife should open accounts here and correspond, archive their thoughts and experiences. Or maybe not...

[DL-Boy]

1 hour ago, Little Sherri said:

Amen to that!

Congratulations and thank you for cutting a path that others, including myself, are endeavoring to follow. Thank your wife for us as well... Maybe her and my wife should open accounts here and correspond, archive their thoughts and experiences. Or maybe not...

...or plot against the two of you...  

[oznl]

3 hours ago, DL-Boy said:

...or plot against the two of you...  

Yes, if they ever got past the "My husband is trying to organise an Orgy!" mind-block, a "coalition of the unwilling" would be the next scenario.

In a minor off-cycle update, I  managed to drown a 60" x 60" folded terry nappy last night.  I changed into it about 7pm.  Normally these would last effortlessly until morning with a sizable dry patch at the top of the rear but not this one it seems.

Sure, I can remember it dampening a little here and there but it seems I lost sight of many developments after dark.

I woke up this morning and there were two tiny leaks, one at each legging where I'd laid on each side.  Two secondary damp spots on my pyjama pants and two smaller tertiary ones on the lower sheet of my bed.  I've actually had to put a squirt of enzyme cleaner on the bed in case of any pee smell (two days away from washing the bedding) but the damp patches are small and superficial enough to dry off.

I'm still wearing it as I type this an hour after arising but JUST it: the nappy, plastic pants and a T-shirt (new business casual) as I don't want it leaking onto any clothes.  My chair is protected by a cloth nappy square.  I'm acutely aware that I smell of warm pee (that's a thing with cloth night nappies), good thing I'm alone.  I'm perfectly comfortable but an exploratory poke here and there has shown me that it is absolutely drenched.  There is not one dry bit of towelling inside there.  Clearly there was more action in my pants last night than I can recall.  I must have drunk a bathtub.  It takes a LOT to defeat one of these old-school nappies.

Time for a shower and change.

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

leaks on the bed are one of the biggest reasons I'm not wearing at night on a regular basis.  Some months ago I wore at night and leaked enough that my wife noticed that I was soaked and the sheets were damp.  I expected this to be a huge blow up, but instead she just calmly asked me to please not do that again.

[oznl]

9 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

leaks on the bed are one of the biggest reasons I'm not wearing at night on a regular basis.  Some months ago I wore at night and leaked enough that my wife noticed that I was soaked and the sheets were damp.  I expected this to be a huge blow up, but instead she just calmly asked me to please not do that again.

I would be similarly asked but not calmly I expect.  I use an abundance of caution in bed.  A terry-lined waterproof "training pant" if I'm in disposables has been excellent insurance although over time, my propensity to leak has reduced.

I'm back in another 60" x 60" terry this morning (early morning here) and it was fine.  I'm wet, but pyjamas and bedding are completely dry.  A morning con-call and I will change.

[BlakeJordan]

I would be similarly asked but not calmly I expect.  I use an abundance of caution in bed.  A terry-lined waterproof "training pant" if I'm in disposables has been excellent insurance although over time, my propensity to leak has reduced.
I'm back in another 60" x 60" terry this morning (early morning here) and it was fine.  I'm wet, but pyjamas and bedding are completely dry.  A morning con-call and I will change.

Yeah, it does get better. I think what’s the most frustrating is the required trial and error, and then iterations. For me I went through this a couple times, once when presenting male and once after transitioning. I had to find completely different diapers that fit due to body fat retribution, which in my case was extreme, especially when combined with 110lb weight loss. I found that, because I flip and flop at night due to pain, and insomnia I had to have different variations based on how much movement I was expecting, if I would be sleeping on my back or side, and even if I was going to have the bed tilted up. I found that a good fitting kins terry lined plastic pants was going to be used at least half the time. I found that keeping the diaper in place with a onesie was key for me, and found that both keeping the diaper looser in the crotch than I normally would as well as strategically placing booster pads helped a lot.

In the end I’m saying I created a null hypothesis, testing it by trying to break it, noted what worked and what didn’t, and then revised the null hypothesis for the next night.

[oznl]

1 hour ago, BlakeJordan said:

Yeah, it does get better. I think what’s the most frustrating is the required trial and error, and then iterations. For me I went through this a couple times, once when presenting male and once after transitioning. I had to find completely different diapers that fit due to body fat retribution, which in my case was extreme, especially when combined with 110lb weight loss. I found that, because I flip and flop at night due to pain, and insomnia I had to have different variations based on how much movement I was expecting, if I would be sleeping on my back or side, and even if I was going to have the bed tilted up. I found that a good fitting kins terry lined plastic pants was going to be used at least half the time. I found that keeping the diaper in place with a onesie was key for me, and found that both keeping the diaper looser in the crotch than I normally would as well as strategically placing booster pads helped a lot.

In the end I’m saying I created a null hypothesis, testing it by trying to break it, noted what worked and what didn’t, and then revised the null hypothesis for the next night.

WOW!  You lost 110 lb transitioning?  Maybe I need to try that instead of giving up beer!  Well, I probably don't have 110 lb to lose without looking like I was dragged out of a WW2 concentration camp but let's be honest, I could lose maybe 70 lb and actually be "thin".  Anyway, well done!  Lockdown + boredom + closed gym hasn't done my ageing body any favors...

And to your other point, yes, there's a LOT of trial and error in all of this and those kins terry-lined waterproofs cover up a lot of error.

[BlakeJordan]

WOW!  You lost 110 lb transitioning?  Maybe I need to try that instead of giving up beer!  Well, I probably don't have 110 lb to lose without looking like I was dragged out of a WW2 concentration camp but let's be honest, I could lose maybe 70 lb and actually be "thin".  Anyway, well done!  Lockdown + boredom + closed gym hasn't done my ageing body any favors...
And to your other point, yes, there's a LOT of trial and error in all of this and those kins terry-lined waterproofs cover up a lot of error.

Thanks! Yeah, I went from 245 at my highest, to stable at 130-135 now, at this point for over two years, my highest being about 5.5 years ago.

It was honestly likely due to getting drug resistant epilepsy under control through the ketogenic diet. I honestly did not really intend on losing weight, but ended up being a bonus. I’ll note that no real exercise was possible nor still is, for various reasons.

I will say that I felt like a complete noob when it came to diapers again. All my go to techniques, brands, for, sizes were thrown out the window.

One thing that really doesn’t get mentioned in how to, best of, etc is that every brand, and lines within that brand are going to have different cuts, and different fits. We can share general rules of thumb but even those can vary from body type and cut.

My biggest example would be that I used to pull the wings up, rather than around, to get them all the leg cuffs to fit where the groin met the thigh. This worked reasonably well.

Now I need the wings/leg cuffs to wrap around, and sit on the thigh. This is due to me now carrying more fat on the thigh, which allows for a more conforming shape/fit. (The same reason why adult diapers are harder to get a reliable fit than a baby diaper; we lose fat as we get older and there is less conforming. Even when overweight or obese we store that fat in areas that are not conducive to preventing leaks with diapers.

[Little Sherri]

4 hours ago, BlakeJordan said:

Even when overweight or obese we store that fat in areas that are not conducive to preventing leaks with diapers.

I dropped about 120 lbs over the last 10 years or so, primarily via martial arts, going to the gym, and trying to only drink excessively on weekends, although these days, everyday feels like a Friday, so I'm probably allowing myself to backslide a bit in that area. But to your point about how and where we store fat as overweight people having an impact on one's diaper options, yes, absolutely. Even though I am pretty much at, or slightly above, a "normal" weight for someone my height, I have giant tree trunks for legs, a legacy of weight deposited over decades, some of which I've managed to convert to muscle, but much of which is still there. So, while my waist size falls into the "medium" range for most diapers, on two-tape-per-side diapers, the bottom tape invariably won't reach if I go with a medium, forcing me into a large for most brands, with some exceptions for the rare single-tape diapers, and for diapers with stretchy wings. 

However, for one brand I have, my daytime diaper of choice, the medium works well for me (because of the aforementioned stretchy wings), but the large invariably leaks, because it just can't be snugged up at all the critical junctures. So it is, as you said, a trial and error process, and anytime you decide to venture out and field test a new diaper brand, model, or even a different size of the same diaper, you should do some rigorous testing in a controlled environment first, or you are courting catastrophe.  

[oznl]

My weight has made me miserable since childhood.  I had a few minutes in the sun as "slender" as a teenager but for almost all my life I've alternated between the top end of "overweight" and the bottom end of "obese".  Never enough to provoke medical intervention, always enough to provoke medical nagging.  Monstrous gym efforts (muscles AND fat), bike riding (cardiac arrhythmia), running (damaged knee cartilage): all of these things and my shape has never wavered.  Cessation of exercise for so much as a week resets my fitness clock to "sloth" so the first gym session when our lock down finishes is likely to be a near-death experience replete with bright lights and dead relatives beckoning...

Oh sweet siren song of beer and cheese: that things of such beauty should beget such ugliness.

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

I've been struggling with weight forever as well.  I've never been at a healthy weight at any time in my entire life and yes that includes early childhood.  My parents took me to the doctor about it when I was around 10 I think.  Instead of running tests the doctor just asked my Mom what kind of food she cooked then gave her some pamphlets on healthy cooking, telling her that her cooking was causing me to be fat, she didn't think to mention that my brother was rail thin.  Though still I think it's mainly that I love sugar, so probably my fault.  

In 2010 I hit 300 pounds and realized I was beginning to struggle to do simple things, in the next 3 years I did a few things and got down to 225. Walking everyday, lifting weights, and big change in what I ate.  I didn't do any diet, just switched to protein as much as possible.  When the weight started coming off it really came off, I lost most of that in less than a year, then got stuck.  Now I'm back to 245 and trying again.

[oznl]

Boredom, sloth & occasional exercise…  No COVID-19.

And so, I enter my second month of permanent “work from home” courtesy of the COVID-19 pandemic.  At least (so far), I still have a job.  I’m truly grateful for that.

From a physical fitness, mental health and job efficacy perspective, full time working from my home office isn’t such a good thing but, on the upside, it does give me a fair degree of latitude to manage my day free of the usual commuting and shared office considerations that get in the way of adult nappy wearing requirements.  Inherently lazy, I’ve remained largely on a reduced change regime built around two high-capacity nappies per day on weekdays: usually some combination of BetterDry, ABU Simple or a 60” x 60” folded terry.  It doesn’t matter if I have slightly puffy pants alone in my home office and a minor leak is nothing more than a hint to change and a quick wipe-down of a chair.  Weekends I tend to fall back to three nappies per day as I try to maintain some degree of visual discretion in front of the handful of people I’m allowed to be in the same room as.

During the week I’ve fallen out of the habit of getting up out of bed with my wife at 6am (who still commutes to her city office) and starting work at 7am.  Spending 11 hours per day in my study looking at work emails was just starting to bake my noodle and I’ve pushed my start time back.  I can lounge around in bed until 8am at least and still have just plenty of time for a wash, change and some breakfast before logging on around 8:30am.  This has led to the odd early morning dirty nappy in bed.  I don’t habitually do this but if it’s a disposable, I’m alone, I don’t want to get up and when I *do* get up I will be showering anyway, it hardly seems worth the effort not to.

Plenty of sudocreme and a good wash of the relevant area twice per day seems to have kept any rashes at bay.

The other fresh development is something resembling exercise.  My body is biased towards sloth and I suspect it would like to be morbidly obese if only I would let it.  Realising that this confinement isn’t going to end any time soon, gyms are closed, parks are closed, travel is practically illegal but my refrigerator is always open, I’ve already noticed my internal fat regulator having its wicked way.

Pretty much the only physical exercise that’s legally and practically available to me is a brisk walk.  I have a standard 5km (3 mile) route that includes a reasonable number of hills.

This has to happen in nappies and at the end of my working day (when this walk generally takes place), those nappies are pretty well used.

So, how does a thoroughly wet nappy stand up to a brisk 5km hike?

Pinned terry cloth nappies: forget it…  You will have friction burns on your inner thighs by the time you get as far as your letterbox.  These nappies are better suited to babies who roll around as opposed to striding up hills and down dales.  I suspect that by kilometre 3, that wet towelling would saw clean through my thighs and the rest of my walk would be ruined on account of my legs falling off.

Molicare premium:  They work insofar as they are still on me upon my return home but don’t expect them to be nappy-shaped.  That wet Molicare core does its usual disintegration trick and by the time I’m back, I’m wearing a plastic bag filled with shredded white fluff: like a seagull exploded but with more pee.  They don’t sag though and I can get away with just wearing some compression pants over the top as long as I don’t mind the sensation of dribbling pee into a plastic bag with wadding down at the bottom of it.

BetterDry: built with firm Teutonic resolve, even drenched, these nappies hold up forcefully on a march like they were on an Austrian Anschluss in 1938.  The massively swollen-but-firm front of a well used BetterDry swings from side to side on a hike like a chicken with rigor mortis has been stapled to your crotch but failure is never an option.  Again, like the Molicare, it seems that plastic pants can be ditched for the adventure however.

ABU Simple: the ABDL nappy that as such, favours form over function is nevertheless curious in the extent that it’s even more comfortable worn wet than it is dry.   That warm sodden “slippery cushion” feel remains for the 5km hike but like any other ABU Simple use case with me, capacious plastic pants are a “must have” accessory and I can expect a fairly wet plastic pant crotch upon my return.  They stay up and remain tight impressively though for the US style land-yachts that they are.  Certainly my favourite from a comfort perspective.  Presumably the sauna conditions triggered by the mandatory plastic pants as well as the compression pant can only help with weight management objectives.

I’m not sure if it’s something to do with the amount of backside-time I’ve had lately but I doubt I’d cover my 5km / 45 minute hike with much comfort without my nappy right now.  I’ve found myself repeatedly sliding into a “dripping” mode whilst walking without a clear way out of it, a little bit like I’ve somehow forgotten how NOT to pee myself.

[Newbee]

Hi onzl

How does that make you feel that you are forgetting how not to owe yourself? I hope mentally you are able to cope with this.

[oznl]

2 hours ago, Newbee said:

Hi onzl

How does that make you feel that you are forgetting how not to owe yourself? I hope mentally you are able to cope with this.

Umm, sorry, "owe" myself?  I'm not sure what you mean.

[Newbee]

Sorry oznl stupid auto check but I guess it’s my fault for not proof reading.

I meant to ask how does it make you feel that you are forgetting how not to pee yourself.

I hope mentally you are able to cope with this.