Strange days indeed - a 24 x 7 experiment

[WBxx]

Don't stop now.

[dribblez]

I read you loud and clear oznl. I spent a big chunk of yesterday driving in a heavy duty disposable, stuffer and plastic pants. The result today seems to be stronger urges for what you describe as disproportionate results. Plus one prolonged episode of what must have been a very slow trickle that I only noticed because of a gentle increase in the temperature down there. Over and out.

[Baby Toni38]

Transmission received and enjoyed.   Please keep up the mission.

[Stroller]

We're all following your adventures.  Keep it up, keep it up!

[ppdude]

On 12/6/2018 at 5:51 AM, Little Christine said:

You are introducing change, What is the quid pro quo for her? Espcially if, in the 24/7 you soil yourself. Most people find scat unacceptable. It is putrifaction and a health risk. what does she say if someone comes in the house and starts sniffing strangely apparently noticing a smell to which you have gone nose-blind?

"Nose blind"  is one of the risks of living alone. I noticed one day that things were pretty sour smelling. You have to keep things clean if you don't want things to stink bad like the trash can or your bed.

[Newbee]

Hi onzl 

I’m definitely following your adventures. 

[ozziebee]

*blardle beep beep*

Reading you 5 by 5, over!

*beep beep*

[Greybird]

I travel to Auckland from London every year and have had the metal detector used every trip, I have a metal hip and knee, so added to the metal 'wand' I often get 'felt' up to my crotch. I know that they know but nothing is ever said. I do one nappy to HK and one to Auckland which lasts until I get home. I suppose that now iI have reached the great age of 70 I shall just be seen as another invisible geriatric in a nappy! Yes but what about the 'teddy bear' stickers on that nappy, they missed those!

[oznl]

It seems people ARE still reading this thread and so I should update it.  I’ve noticed a marked pattern with the blogging of these kind of ventures.  They start in a blaze of typography and more often than not, go silent a few weeks later.  In many cases I think this is due to operational reality crashing into misty-eyed fantasy and the would-be 24x7 wearer walks away from the wreckage sadder but wiser. 

For hard-core-cretin (such as myself) that *does* persist with this, blogging can still turn into a challenge because after the first month or two, not much happens! 

In the very early phase of 24x7, every day is an adventure containing many “firsts”.  The minor physiological changes that occur as your body re-adapts to diapers seem quite obvious.  We learn to carry out highly normal tasks wearing highly abnormal underwear.  We learn about absorbency, leaks, smells, rashes, changing intervals and discretion.  Friction points with others arise rapidly and frequently as everybody tries to negotiate a new and unusual normal.  Let’s face it, it’s not your average kind of domestic adventure.

But then, as experience and practice grow, things quieten down.  Those “firsts” get fewer and further between, your body adapts, and nappies become normal.  People talk about a “plateau” and it seems that’s where I’ve been for a few months now.

Here’s what I’ve noticed at month 5 down the road of 24/7 diapering (month 7.5 if you count the bit before my 4 week break).

I have developed something of a “John Wayne” stance these days and I wonder if my walking gait has also altered to reflect the fact that I am always padded between my legs.  As far as I know, I don’t “waddle” but I’ve got “duck feet” and I sit with legs apart.  This is mostly the case in my BetterDry “work” nappy which needs to be capacious, and worn for a long time until it’s very wet (so very bulky).   Maybe this happened months ago and it’s taken me this long to work it out.  

The skin in my diaper area has become even tougher and leatherier but it’s also looking a little pale and blotchy.  Whilst I’ve avoided nappy rash, recent long-haul travel and associated protracted wet-wearing has made for some tape injuries, spots and friction marks.  It seems that close shaving is a recipe for ingrown hairs:  I’ve had a few.  I remain hairless down there but now (mis)use a beard trimmer.  I will switch back to cloth nappies this weekend and see if I can recover some skin condition.

There’s nothing to report on the spousal front because she’s getting quite good at ignoring the fact that I’m diapered: not received a single verbal reference (veiled or otherwise) in the last month.  On the one hand this may seem cold but on the other, it’s all I’ve asked for. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to change me any time soon and I guess I don’t need that anyway.  Sex is off the menu (tbh, I don’t miss it) and there’s been some moods but I honestly don’t know if that is me, the nappies or her own battle with menopause (which she doesn’t talk about):  I haven’t liked to ask as that’s a bear I don’t want to poke.   I’m still trying to work out if this cease-fire is the beginning of the end in terms of domestic nappy-wars or rather, the calm before some kind of storm.

I suspect that bedwetting might be the next flash-point.  It’s still highly intermittent but if I drink too much, I just might wet in my sleep now.  If this trends upwards (whilst I’m not actively pursuing this as an objective, I’m clearly doing little to prevent it), I will test myself.  I will wait for my spouse to go away for some nights on one of her girl’s weekend trips and do some nappy-free nocturnal continence testing.  If it transpires that I wake up in wet bedding, I’m going to have to tell her.  That will be big.  You may not need the internet to hear about the ructions of THAT revelation.

During the day at least, I am NOT incontinent.  I’m still yet to experience ANY significant unauthorised daytime wetting.  I say significant because there’s been a few drips and dribbles but I suspect those were related to incomplete pre-change voids, kinked urethras, gravity and a certain carelessness rather than any lapse in continence.  I clearly have a smaller bladder and some urgency as demonstrated when I needed to delay wetting to deal with airport security.

Do I have flashes of self-doubt (normality) where I stop and think “What the #$@! are you doing to yourself”?  Yes…  Is it enough to make me snap out of things and go find some of my long-lost adult underwear?  Not yet…  I’d probably just wet my pants anyway – not because I am incontinent but because after this long, I think I might forget that I wasn’t diapered at some point.  The whole “stop and check” thing before urination is completely gone and although the decision to pee is still by choice, it is mentally “auto-approved”.  Sometimes (only sometimes) when I decide to pee now, there is no sensation from my bladder, I just let go and feel wet warmth spreading.

Six months continuous 24x7 seems quite achievable at this point.  “Onwards and downwards”, as is less often said…

[Newbee]

Hi onzl,

In your latest update you mentioned about shaving your diaper area I have personally found it’s better to use veet hair removal cream I don’t get any irritation with it where I do with shaving.

[oznl]

15 hours ago, Newbee said:

Hi onzl,

In your latest update you mentioned about shaving your diaper area I have personally found it’s better to use veet hair removal cream I don’t get any irritation with it where I do with shaving.

I did buy some of that a few years ago.  I don't like the smell of it much.  Also, I was a bit hesitant about where I used it.  I tried it on my pubic hair (it kind of worked) but I didn't dare apply it to more sensitive areas.  Isn't that a problem with that stuff?  Doesn't it burn sensitive skin?

Anyway, my partner found it and threw it out.  She decided to "tidy" and threw out a bunch of my nappy stuff about a year ago: veet, rash cream, wipes and I think she might have pitched some of my PUL pants as well ?  I was away for work.  She didn't go as far as tossing the cloth nappies themselves though. 

At the time, I decided it wasn't worth the fight.  I'm in a different head-space now though.  I think she realises that and wouldn't dare try that again.

[Newbee]

I haven’t had any problems with the cream on sensitive areas, yes it doesn’t smell the best but I then wash after I have used it so that seems to take the smell away.

[oznl]

First thing today I had a medical appointment.  This was part of an ongoing 5-year cycle of checks after a malignant melanoma last year (It’s ok, I spotted it, realised it looked bad, got it checked and excised well before it had the chance to spread).  I have an impressive scar but I do NOT have chemotherapy.

As a specialist skin check, there is no my way nappy would be overlooked and I just did not want that conversation, at least yet: especially since one of the nurses there has mutual friends.  I know, they’re not supposed to share but I’ve learned a lot of news via nurse-net.

The check was first thing in the morning so I got up, took off a rather soggy night nappy, had a good hot shower to get rid of any rash cream residue and found a pair of big boy’s underwear from the bottom of my nappy-hamper.

What a strange feeling!  My jeans felt “empty” and I’d have to say, I immediately noticed improved flexibility and lightness as I got into my car.   I checked the front of my underwear a few times on the short drive/walk to the practitioner’s office but there were no unauthorised drips or dribbles.

The skin cancer check was uneventful and as this is the second clear check in a row, I now don’t need another for a year.  Poorer but happy, I got into my car around 60 minutes later for the 10-minute drive home.  My underwear was still dry but I felt a moderate, rusty urge to pee, not more than an hour after I’d slowly drained every last drop into my night nappy.  That’s how my bladder works these days.  It could wait though.

I drove back home to complete a work meeting from my home office (I would have been too late for it if I’d gone straight to the work office).  I first went upstairs, decided that using the toilet would be cheating so put on my day nappy and immediately went in it a bit.  Pulling on the rest of my “gear” (waterproof pants, compression stocking and dress pants) over my now-slightly-wet BetterDry, I felt normal again.

As I keyed in next year’s check-up into my calendar (September 2020) I wondered:  would I still be in nappies?  If so, would I by then, be even ABLE to take them off for an hour or so and remain dry?

[oznl]

So here’s another fascinating postscript to the great “IMPORTANT NOTICE:  PLEASE DO NOT PLACE ANY NAPPIES OR INCONTINENCE PANTS IN THESE BINS!” sign debacle in my gym of July 2019.

After a number of weeks absence due to consecutive travel requirements, I re-visited my gym…  I’m always amazed how it takes 3 months to build up to the point where a mild work-out doesn’t have you gasping for breath with dead relatives beckoning you from a white light near the ceiling but only 3 days to plunge straight back to “asphyxiating couch potato” but I digress…

The first thing I noticed was that the gym bathrooms contain shiny new feminine hygiene bins from a different service provider.

The second thing I noticed was that those ridiculous signs about nappies and incontinence pants were still stuck to the walls.

The third thing I noticed when on the next day. I happened to be using the one bathroom equipped for disabled patrons (it’s still available for general use so don't judge me): a shiny new “nappy disposal unit” gleaming against the wall.  Aww, was that for ME??  To my uneducated eye, it just looks like a flip-top bin with a sticker on top that says “nappy disposal unit” but I’m not a waste management professional so what would I know.

If you have an FL account, here it is:

https://fetlife.com/users/445082/pictures/86361647

Anyway, I briefly flipped the lid to take a look.  This was SCIENCE, not even-weirder-kink.  I needed  to know if the bin opening was large enough to accommodate an adult size nappy or if, like the hygiene bins, it used as trapdoor type affair to protect users from the visual and olfactory horrors that may lie within forcing me to reverse extrude the used nappy back into it like some kind of bizarre backwards birthing process.

It was however, a simple flip-top-lid which directly exposed the contents which were, (drum-roll) a couple of rolled up adult nappies.

Huh?

There was no way I was going to pull any of those things out of the bin for forensic examination but to my untrained eye, they looked suspiciously like BetterDry: the model of nappy that I wear to work.  And they were rolled up and taped so neatly, just like somebody just-a-tiny-bit-OCD had done it.  Somebody like me.  The bin didn’t smell so good either with the lid open.  It smelt like, history…  

Ewww…

The thing is, I stopped dumping BetterDry in the gym bins back in mid-July when they put a sign up asking people not to.  It seemed to be the least I could do.

If those are my nappies (and let’s face it, Occam’s razor says they ARE), they were at least 6 weeks old festering *somewhere* and have been migrated from an old bin to a new bin.

Double Ewww…  At least they were only wet.

For now, I’m continuing to NOT use that nappy bin and I’m just waiting to see if any more nappies get added to it (that definitely would NOT be mine) and nearly as importantly, how long it takes for it to get emptied.

[ozziebee]

Wow, umm. At least you have access to something now. 

 

Ive spent the past 5 days on a training course, and have built up an understanding with the cleaner here in the hotel. My little teddy bear keeps finding new locations in the room, and I dont tie up the garbage bag each morning. it seems they reuse it. 

[ppdude]

12 hours ago, oznl said:

So here’s another fascinating postscript to the great “IMPORTANT NOTICE:  PLEASE DO NOT PLACE ANY NAPPIES OR INCONTINENCE PANTS IN THESE BINS!” sign debacle in my gym of July 2019.

After a number of weeks absence due to consecutive travel requirements, I re-visited my gym…  I’m always amazed how it takes 3 months to build up to the point where a mild work-out doesn’t have you gasping for breath with dead relatives beckoning you from a white light near the ceiling but only 3 days to plunge straight back to “asphyxiating couch potato” but I digress…

The first thing I noticed was that the gym bathrooms contain shiny new feminine hygiene bins from a different service provider.

The second thing I noticed was that those ridiculous signs about nappies and incontinence pants were still stuck to the walls.

The third thing I noticed when on the next day. I happened to be using the one bathroom equipped for disabled patrons (it’s still available for general use so don't judge me): a shiny new “nappy disposal unit” gleaming against the wall.  Aww, was that for ME??  To my uneducated eye, it just looks like a flip-top bin with a sticker on top that says “nappy disposal unit” but I’m not a waste management professional so what would I know.

If you have an FL account, here it is:

https://fetlife.com/users/445082/pictures/86361647

Anyway, I briefly flipped the lid to take a look.  This was SCIENCE, not even-weirder-kink.  I needed  to know if the bin opening was large enough to accommodate an adult size nappy or if, like the hygiene bins, it used as trapdoor type affair to protect users from the visual and olfactory horrors that may lie within forcing me to reverse extrude the used nappy back into it like some kind of bizarre backwards birthing process.

It was however, a simple flip-top-lid which directly exposed the contents which were, (drum-roll) a couple of rolled up adult nappies.

Huh?

There was no way I was going to pull any of those things out of the bin for forensic examination...

Since you're in a "leftist" or "progressive, nanny state" part of the world, I thought diapered adults would be a part of a "protected class." Can't you object to your treatment by complaining to some "civil rights" government office or official? I would think you have some kind of claim. You might get some cash out of it for being treated so badly by the gym.

[oznl]

16 hours ago, ppdude said:

Since you're in a "leftist" or "progressive, nanny state" part of the world, I thought diapered adults would be a part of a "protected class." Can't you object to your treatment by complaining to some "civil rights" government office or official? I would think you have some kind of claim. You might get some cash out of it for being treated so badly by the gym.

You know if I was clinically incontinent, I reckon I would have had a go at them.  As of right now though, this is basically a lifestyle choice so I'm going to opt for the lowest profile path aimed at inconveniencing nobody.

As for the "progressive, nanny state" thing, you're absolutely correct in that but you've misunderstood the efficacy of that government zeitgeist in actually conferring any useful benefit. 

Nanny-stralia would more likely develop an Australian-specific standard of adult nappy, mandate it (making every adult diaper on the world market "illegal" here), appoint a huge government body to oversee it, and re-classify adult nappies as a "prescription only" medical device to make sure that as simple and stupid citizens, we don't hurt ourselves with them.  Only this will ensure that Australian pay the highest prices in the Western world and sustain an enormous number of well paid public servants.

Oh dear, I seem to have gone off into a rant again...

If anybody downunder wants to start a local chapter of the "Boston Tea Party", I'm game...

 

[Little Sherri]

On 8/8/2019 at 10:42 PM, oznl said:

I remain interested in developing incontinence, probably as a way of rationalising my preference to be diapered.  In terms of daytime continence however, I remain pretty well toilet trained.  Sometimes I think I’m actually more in control now than I was a month or so ago!  Quite a few times I’ve found myself holding.  I’m wondering if that is a kind of reverse effect of habituation.  I’m so used to wearing nappies that I forget to use them?  There is some evidence however to say that my bladder has indeed shrunk:  I found myself “needing to go” the other day for the first time in a long time (forgot to release for a long period of time).  I worried about flooding my already-wet nappy. No chance.  There really wasn’t much.

I found this interesting, because I had have had a similar experience a few times lately. The other day, I was engrossed with a work task, sitting at my desk, and I became aware that I really needed to go, and it was not the "I'm used to going every 10 minutes and it's been 20" twinge, but rather, of the "Car ride home after a night at the bar, Jesus save me, are we ever going to get there? Why did I not go to the washroom before stumbling out?" variety that I don't experience very often these days. Diapers tend to respond better to frequent small usage, rather than infrequent catastrophic deluges, so I pretty much never let it get to that state, but, along the lines of what you said, it seemed that I had forgotten I was in a diaper. 

Last night as well, I was watching a show with my wife, and wearing a medium-duty Tena, which I had put on because the kids were up and about earlier, and I needed a diaper that was quiet and concealed well. I felt I needed to pee, which is about all that it takes these days to initiate the series of physiological permissions required to initiate the process, after which it seems to go on autopilot, and I sometimes have trouble telling if I'm done or not. Anyway, I started peeing, and I had to cinch up, because I felt a worrying dampness in the shorts I was wearing over top. I realized that I was doing a serious job in a not-so-serious diaper, so I hit pause and ran into the washroom to confirm what I already strongly suspected: that the Tena had given up. I always try to do a failure analysis when things like this happen, on the theory that if it can happen on my couch, it could also happen in a meeting room or a dentist's chair, so, like plane crashes, all nappy failures are worthy of scrutiny. Some pondering lead me to the conclusion that I had been wearing that diaper for a fair bit of time, more time than a slim diaper can generally survive, and the reason was, I wasn't using it. 

On the spousal front, my wife seems to have accepted that I wear diapers to bed, and I have been intermittently wearing printed diapers in front of her, with no comment. These days, once the kids are in bed, she often gets into bed and watches television, and I join her a bit later, after watching the first few minutes of the news. I'll go into the bathroom, wearing a daytime diaper she theoretically doesn't know about, get ready for bed, and then emerge wearing something bulkier and often printed, generally uncovered, or under shorts that don't hide the noise or the bulk. I have wanted to ask her a couple of times what she thinks of the print on whatever diaper I have on, but I have chickened out, because one should never ask a question one doesn't want the answer to. If she says "You look like an idiot", I'll be considerably more self-conscious moving forward than I currently am, and I'd rather not set fire to my newfound psychological freedom, however synthetic it may ultimately be. So, the most feedback I have ever sought has been along the lines of "Can you tell I'm wearing a diaper?", after I pull some pants or shorts on in order to run downstairs, in the off chance I might run into one of the kids. 

In the last few weeks, I have been a bit bolder about wearing during the day, however, stretching the credulity of the idea that I might still be in my night diaper. I know she saw my the back of my diaper a few weeks ago when she was in my office just before noon; I was leaning forward in my office chair and wearing a tall diaper that stood well above the waist of my shorts, however I hadn't showered or gotten dressed for the day yet (working from home), so in theory that could be attributable to my still being in nightwear. A few days after that, we were chatting in the kitchen while I was unloading the dishwasher, bending down and reaching up, and my diaper again was definitively sticking out at the back some of the time, and that was after lunch. Yesterday, we were watching TV in the living room, at about 7:00 PM,  and I was wearing that Tena I mentioned earlier (the one I overwhelmed), and the remote got knocked off the coffee table, and as I leaned forward to get it, I felt my shirt slide up my back (should have worn a onesie), but I didn't want to be conspicuous about tucking it back in, so I waited until she was engrossed with the show again, and scratched my lower back, in the process confirming that my diaper was standing above my shorts, and my shirt was riding well above the top of the diaper. SO, assuming she noticed, I also have to assume that she wouldn't conclude that I was so proactive as to put my night diaper on 5+ hours before I would probably actually need it. 

So, a lot of this is supposition, but, I *think* she must have seen that I was wearing a diaper in the middle of the day at least once or twice, and she hasn't commented on it. I'm not sure if that lack of commentary means she's fine with it; this all goes back to not asking questions one doesn't want the answer to...

[oznl]

11 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

"Car ride home after a night at the bar, Jesus save me, are we ever going to get there? Why did I not go to the washroom before stumbling out?" variety that I don't experience very often these days.

I laughed at that one.  I've had nothing like that.  I've never let it get there and I've no idea how long it would take or if I could hold it anyway.  The resumption of "default to storage mode" is a bit annoying though.  It's been that way for a while and I can't recall any sleep wetting recently.

11 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

So, a lot of this is supposition, but, I *think* she must have seen that I was wearing a diaper in the middle of the day at least once or twice, and she hasn't commented on it. I'm not sure if that lack of commentary means she's fine with it; this all goes back to not asking questions one doesn't want the answer to...

I guess it's a bit easier for me since I plainly told her I'd be wearing nappies 24/7 and I did so there can be no question.  Of COURSE I've got a nappy on.  Even if you can't see it.  Once or twice if I'm cooking in the kitchen, she's pulled the back of my t-shirt down, presumably some plastic pant was showing and she's worried about the remaining-at-home kid seeing something (typically this has been with cloth diapers which are admittedly bulkier) but generally speaking, that kid stays out of the kitchen until food is actually served in case she is asked to do anything other than eat.

Unfortunately, I can't confuse silence with acceptance.  Silence was what I demanded as a bare minimum, along the lines of "if you can't think of anything nice to say..."  So, silence is what I get.  I don't poke that bear.

I did get a mild spray the other day.  She couldn't find the underwear from my gym clothes and said "I can't find your gym underwear or is your nappy thing just getting even weirder?".  Just a little dig in case I might be getting too comfortable with her compliance.

No, it was just black underwear in a black gym bag that failed the "shake bag contents into washing machine and then flee" maneuver and got stuck there.

 

On 9/13/2019 at 9:09 PM, ozziebee said:

Wow, umm. At least you have access to something now. 

 

Ive spent the past 5 days on a training course, and have built up an understanding with the cleaner here in the hotel. My little teddy bear keeps finding new locations in the room, and I dont tie up the garbage bag each morning. it seems they reuse it. 

I have no idea why I take so much effort to relieve the chamber maids from disposing of my nappies but I still do, even more than 8 months later.

[Little Sherri]

I pushed it a bit further today; I was wearing a bulky, tall, and respectably wet nappy, and I had put on snug PJ pants over it when I got up, then went to my office for a call, where I sat until after the kids had left for school. I had on a t-shirt that was on the smaller side, and I paused in front of the bathroom mirror prior to going downstairs and "engaging": my diaper was standing well above the top of my pants, and the back of my t-shirt actually perched atop the ledge that diapers form where the elasticized waistband stands above the commencement of the padding. I had a good 4 inches of diaper visible at the rear, and I tugged the front up and folded the top inch or so over the top of the front of my pants as well. I took a breath, went downstairs, and proceeded to tidy the kitchen while chatting with my wife for 45 minutes. She made no mention of it and didn't act different as far as I could tell. I wonder if I have perhaps built this up in my head to be more than it is, and I can just move forward openly wearing diapers (other than in front of the kids, of course)? Should I even discuss it, if she doesn't? Or would that be akin to calling my boss and saying, "Hey, I never brought this up before, but I do occasionally print personal documents on the printer you shipped me four years ago and haven't asked about since... is that okay?"

[oznl]

So not quite 6 months in and I’m having my first tangle with rash.  It was a bit of an “own goal” really.  As a warning to others (which let’s face it could well be my primary purpose in life), here’s a brief text book case of how NOT to manage the skin in your diaper area.

Firstly, go and do a 45-minute gym work-out in a slightly damp pull-up, spend 12 minutes on the cross trainer to really get that legging/inner-thigh friction thing happening.

Secondly, go home and think to yourself, “Nah, I don’t want to shave down there, Newbie is right, Wife is still out, let’s give that ‘Veet’ brand depilatory cream I bought the other week a go”...

Stripping off, the first thing I notice is that there is a curious thin stripe of redness right up in the skin fold between my perineum and front inner thigh that just a little bit tingly if I touch it.  What ho!  Let’s slather that, along with everything else down there in “Veet” for a bit and wait five minutes.

Mmm…  That’s even more tingly…  Never mind, I can handle it.

After the requisite 5 minutes (the last 60 seconds involving elevating warning signals from those red bits), I retrieve what looks like a spatula from the box and start scraping the skin surface, removing a foul-smelling chemical sludge that contained, amongst other things, pubic hair stubble.

So far so good.

Then I got to those red “difficult” bits.  YOWSERS!  That REALLY stings!  Gingerly scraping, things felt a bit not quite right down there and with some shock, I saw some visual evidence that the top layer of skin was choosing to leave with the hair in preference of staying with me.  I was losing a custody battle with my own epidermis.

Abort the exercise for those bits.

Rapidly scrape off hair elsewhere and bolt for the shower for the cool, comforting aqua relief of cold water.  Lots of it.

Sometime later, I emerge and carefully dab those bits dry.  They now look angry, red and don’t really dry that well. 

Uh oh…  Now would be a great moment for some “air out” time down there.  I spend the next 20 minutes sitting on cloth nappy on a chair.  Fortunately, nobody is home but that won’t last forever.  I need to pee (having had to hold for almost 40 minutes by now, urgent urges are inevitable) and so that means I need to put a nappy back on.  24/7 is 24/7, for better or for worse.  I decide to “treat” the area before it gets wet again.

Staring into my “Breaking Bad” nappy-chemistry-stash, I’ve got Sudocrem (Zinc Oxide) but I use that every day.  I’ll slather that on more thickly but then it occurred to me, if this is yeast related, Zinc Oxide will do little.  I should zap the area with some precautionary treatment first.

Allegedly, I have a reasonable IQ but it appears I’d given it the day off and was running in Homer Simpson mode.

Isopropyl alcohol:  yep, that will sort it…  And so, I doused the compromised skin in my genital area liberally with it.

For a second or two, nothing happened, as though my central nervous system was so shocked at the magnitude of this insult, it was too stunned to react.

And then, I felt as I imagine Thomas Cranmer, the ex-Archbishop of Canterbury must have felt in 1556, tied to the stake on his execution pyre as the first flames of papal righteousness rose up under his robes to lap at his nether regions.

@$# it hurt!

And, it didn’t stop after a few seconds either (which is what I’d been hoping).

It took some minutes of dancing around the en-suite, yelling the magic incantations (apparently Thomas Cranmer yelled “recantations” instead of “incantations” but that would have been a terrible pun) loudly to make the pain had subside to the point where I dared approach the area with sudocrem.  I slathered myself liberally in it and gingerly pulled on the softest cloth nappy I could find.

I waddled carefully downstairs.

I cleaned it as best as I could and re-applied sudocrem at my morning change and now I’m using one of the strongest medicines known to the middle-aged male: ignoring it and hoping it will go away…  I think it’s working.  I’ll check carefully at my afternoon nappy change.

[Newbee]

Hi onzl,

I’m sorry I should have mentioned don’t use the veet if you have a rash or any kind of skin irritation especially in the nappy region.

[ozziebee]

*giggles*

umm...

*giggles*

[Stroller]

You really need a carer, oznl.  You're not safe let out on your own. ?

[Little Sherri]

First, my condolences, second, man did I laugh when I read the above. I haven't tried Veet, although I did consider it, but I was wary of using it "down under". I have however done exactly as you described and spritzed isopropyl alcohol in places it was never meant to be used, with results very similar to yours  - that intriguing neurological delayed reaction being among the most notable.

10 hours ago, oznl said:

 

Isopropyl alcohol:  yep, that will sort it…  And so, I doused the compromised skin in my genital area liberally with it.

For a second or two, nothing happened, as though my central nervous system was so shocked at the magnitude of this insult, it was too stunned to react.

I have had repeated experiences with diaper rash, finding most of them to be related to low-cost diapers, actually, although the worst one I ever had, the one that almost killed me, did indeed come from running 5 miles on a treadmill wearing a pull-up. I say "almost killed me" because I had an ingrown hair turn septic with an antibiotic resistant strain of mutant evil that ended up requiring lancing in the hospital and an extended period of antibiotics. The doctor said "I've seen this with long-distance runners and people who frequent gyms, as well as inmates in prisons, and intravenous drug users." So, good company. The quickest relief from less invasive insults to the skin seems to come with a combination of cortisone, and a nuclear-strength anti-fungal such as Lamisil. I am religious about applying diaper cream now, and as soon as I detect a rash, I change to a diaper of a different brand for a couple of days, which always seems to help; maybe a combination of it being positioned slightly differently. below, plus a different mix of materials. This is pure speculation, but I find it works.