24/7 startups, and unexpected pitfalls?

[oznl]

Bereft of "trash pandas" (I do love that name), here in coastal Australia, we instead have the "bin chicken" (Australian white ibis - Threskiornis molucca) in abundance.  Our wheelie bins are safe so long as they are closed securely, an "at risk" outcome here now because of aforementioned daughter's bin-busting shopping exploits.

As for the smell, cover is provided by our sub-tropical climate.  Between May and September, Queensland bins smell bad.  Between October and April, they smell Satanic... 

[Little Sherri]

Speaking of trash, I missed putting ours out this week, which will necessitate the firing up of an old pickup truck, and then a drive over to the dump with a few bags weighed down by a variety of wet nappies. One can imagine the scene that would result if it, say, decided to stall in the middle of a left turn, and I got clipped by a transport truck or something - not hard enough to kill me, that would be too kind, but instead, just hard enough to spin my truck and scatter the scene with merrily-decorated adult diapers. Would I run around on the road, dodging frustrated traffic while tossing them back into the wreckage, or just walk away from the incident and start a new life? 

Alternatively, I could throw the bags into the back of my reliable, relatively late-model car, but, then I'd be risking death from the stench, as well as permanently haunting it with a miasmic reminder of my folly. 

I also wanted to mention that Rearz is doing another online warehouse sale next Friday, May 14th. This may throw a wrench into my plan to simplify my diaper holdings. They typically have some very, very good deals, but which specific products get blessed depends on their inventory situation. Last time, I got lucky, and ended up with a couple of cases of Lil' Monsters and Lil' Splash, which are functionally interchangeable, and which form the backbone of my "daytime diaper" wardrobe. If that's the case again, I may need to take the aforementioned truck to go pick up my order, because it doesn't make sense NOT to buy a few cases, which will please my wife to no end. 

However, if the eye-popping deals are on something I normally don't buy, I'll have to make a decision as to if I will stand on principal, and adhere to my new inventory regimen, or, if I will impulsively buy a case of Princess Pinks or Dinosaurs or whatever. 

I had a rare-these-days diaper dream last night, specifically, that I woke up and found my diaper wet, and in the dream, I was so pleased with myself for having wet it in my sleep, that I woke up, reached down, and gave the front a squeeze, the feedback from which caused me to momentarily think that I had, in fact, wet it, but, alas, what I was detecting was just some bunching up. Apparently even when I dream of wetting in my sleep, I don't wet in my sleep. It seems like my subconscious is protesting my having made myself "somewhat" diaper-dependent during the day, by taking over unconscious operations, and running them competently. Sigh. 

[Bobbyca]

I'm wearing mostly cloth diapers in my 24/7 experiment inspired by Sherri and OZNL, but when I do wear disposables, I have had very good success with flushing the contents of the diapers down the toilet,  This is yucky due to contact with bodily fluids and the toilet, but it does considerably reduce the volume of waste to the garbage and eliminates the smelly aspects and the weight of the diaper in the trash

[Little Lindsey]

While I am nowhere near 24/7, and thus don't have nearly as many diapers piling up before trash day, I have found that at the peak of summer when things get ripe pretty fast, essential oils can help with the smell. Young Living has their Purification blend, and I assume most brands have their own version, that is made for eliminating odors but any of the citrus oils (especially lemon and orange...most cost-effective also) or lemongrass will work as well. A few drops on a cotton ball, tissue, etc in each bag does the trick for me.

[oznl]

16 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

I had a rare-these-days diaper dream last night, specifically, that I woke up and found my diaper wet, and in the dream, I was so pleased with myself for having wet it in my sleep, that I woke up, reached down, and gave the front a squeeze, the feedback from which caused me to momentarily think that I had, in fact, wet it, but, alas, what I was detecting was just some bunching up. Apparently even when I dream of wetting in my sleep, I don't wet in my sleep. It seems like my subconscious is protesting my having made myself "somewhat" diaper-dependent during the day, by taking over unconscious operations, and running them competently. Sigh. 

If you are looking to wet in your sleep can I suggest you make a habit of being a bit wet before you go to sleep?  I really think this practice constituted a psychological set of training wheels for not bothering to wake up properly later.

With my current changing time regime, being a bit wet by bedtime is pretty much normal anyway.

[Little Sherri]

8 hours ago, oznl said:

If you are looking to wet in your sleep can I suggest you make a habit of being a bit wet before you go to sleep?  I really think this practice constituted a psychological set of training wheels for not bothering to wake up properly later.

With my current changing time regime, being a bit wet by bedtime is pretty much normal anyway.

Interesting thought. I hadn't considered the possibility that changing my changing routine could be somewhat responsible for my admittedly minor complaint that I don't seem to wet at night very often anymore. I used to burn through at least two or three low-end disposables during the day, back before I worked up the gumption (or foolhardiness) to wear decent diapers all the time. Back then, I would only wear a "proper" high-end diaper to bed, and I used to be in a rush to get into it, so as soon as the kids had checked out for the night, I would change into my overnight diaper, often not long after 9 PM or so. As a result, when I went to bed, my diaper was inevitably at least a bit damp. 

Whereas now, I've been tending to wear my overnight diaper into the early afternoon, and then put on a daytime diaper that carries me into the evening hours, and I'm often in no hurry to get out of it, assuming it isn't in danger of betraying me, because once it's just the Mrs. and I, I don't care if my diaper has some bulk, and I don't mind the feeling. Then, I'll often shower and then get into a fresh diaper, right before bed, so, I tend to retire while dry, or nearly dry. 

Maybe I'll play around with varying my routine a bit, and going back to getting ready for bed a bit earlier, and see what comes of it. 

I was thanking the Universe last night that I'm in the habit of wearing diapers, though, because somehow or other, I've vexed my lower back, and it's been breathtakingly painful to get in and out of bed. The way it played out makes no sense - I basically spent the weekend installing flooring and moving heavy objects, with no problems whatsoever, and then, yesterday, I bent over to pick up after the dog, and something in my back went "pop" under the strain of picking up a small plastic bag. I generally never have any problems with my back, so this is all new to me. I took an over-the-counter back remedy last night that worked wonders as an anesthetic, but it's not going to do me much good during the daytime hours, if I want to be able to speak coherently or operate a motor vehicle.

I've requested an appointment with my chiropractor, whom I never visit and really don't believe in, but I'm her patient because my wife is devoted to her. We'll see if the black magic works. But this does once again raise the question of if I want to delve into another of the increasingly rare "first time while diapered" experiences that I haven't yet ticked off my list. Normally at the chiropractor, she suggests stripping down to underwear and a t-shirt, and then leaves the room for a minute to allow one to arrange oneself under a sheet on a massage table. Then she peels the sheet back and works on the areas of focus, be they the back, hips, legs, shoulders, whatever. 

So... am I going to go in there and lie down on the table in a diaper and a shirt, pull the sheet up over myself, and just hope that she doesn't pull it far enough down to see some plastic, during the procedure? Given that it's my lower back she'll be focused on, I don't see that working out to my advantage. Or, do I wear something on the smaller side, and just leave my pants on, or maybe wear shorts, and leave them on? Otherwise, I have to go buy underwear, and I'd consider that to be a backwards step. 

But, this chiropractor is also a good friend of the wife of a good friend of mine. I know that professional ethics require the maintenance of patient confidentiality and all that, but, I don't have that much faith in my fellow man, I guess. I worry that it might come up over wine someday.   

[Cruiser 03]

Nappies so big she doesn't fit through the he door .

Why didn't we think of that !

I can't go to work honey , I have 18 months of absorbency left before I have to be changed,my aide doesn't work again till 2023.

 

[Little Sherri]

I had a novel experience today, regarding my wife and the diaper I had on, that evoked some long-buried memories. Background: I somehow managed to strain my lower back earlier this week; after spending a weekend lifting heavy things and laying flooring with no problems, I bent over to pick up after the dog and something in my lower back turned on me. I'm working my way through it and I have an appointment with a chiropractor next week if it's still an issue. So, I came walking into the kitchen, stooped over a bit, and she asked me where it hurt, so I indicated my lower back, and she asked to have a look - I guess maybe she thought there might be some visible bruising or whatever. So I shrugged, said sure, turned around and backed up towards her, and she lifted the back of my shirt, and pulled the waist of my diaper down a bit (a Lil' Monster), and said that she couldn't see anything. Then she tugged my diaper back up and pulled my shirt back down over it, and that was that, nothing more was said. 

I felt my cheeks redden a bit immediately, and I experienced a strange cocktail of "mildly thrilled" but also "deeply embarrassed" that reminded me of what it felt like when my mom used to check my diaper, or when she'd put one on me if we were out somewhere, by backing me into a corner and then using her body as a curtain, essentially, to shield me from view while she pulled my pants down to the top of my thighs, and threaded one between my legs, then fastened the sides and pulled my pants back up. Then she'd wink and say "Nobody saw a thing." 

In a related note, assuming that my back issue is still ongoing next week, and I attend my appointment at the chiropractor, I have resolved that I will not steer away from my 24/7 course. I am going to wear a plain white diaper with a black onesie over it, and probably athletic pants, so that I can ideally stay fully clothed during the process, because she won't have to work through a heavy material like denim if she needs to manipulate anything close to my equator. Given that it's my lower back, there is a possibility that she might. If she requests that I remove the pants, she'll leave the room for a minute to allow me to do that and get situated on the table, in which case I will take a deep breath, take the pants off, leave the onesie on, and cover myself with the sheet. I can't see her needing to go very far below my waistline. 

If she discerns the top of my diaper through the onesie, I'm about 99% sure she won't say anything or ask about it - she has a lot of older clients and she has to have seen these things before. As to if she'll mention it to our mutual friends, again, I have to assume that she is a professional and she will not. If I can't have faith in that, then, logically, I shouldn't be going to her in the first place, because this time it might her figuring out that a client has a diaper on, but next time, maybe it could be someone telling her that their back always gets sore after a good pummeling in their sex swing or whatever. Either you trust this person or you don't, and if you don't then, they shouldn't be your practitioner, right?

 

[Cruiser 03]

We have clinic days several times a year ,it's not always the doctors you see ,sometimes a "strange specialist" will fill in ,it allows you to see every specialty you need all at once .

For me that's a real bonus ,stay on your sling they have a lift ,onto table clothes and diapers removed ,catheters placed  and volunteers take your chair and detail it "wheelchair carwash " and I see PCP,cardiology,respiratory ,neurology,physiatry,Urology ,colon/rectal,endocrinology,dermatology ,hematology ,PT/OT X-ray ,MRI ,bladder scan,rigid sigmoidoscopy,phylebotomy .everybody gets a piece of me ,catheters get removed I am re diapered ,re dressed lifted back into my chair ,have all my restraints optimized anything loose or broken is repaired or replaced well it's being washed (the only screw loose at the end is mine ,so I get poked and prodded by doctors I don't always have an active relationship with nobody ever says boo about diapers or catheters other than the people who prescribe them ,it's not important to any other specialty unless they need to be involved( say you are a Texas Cath user "condom Cath" and your getting breakdown on your penis ,then dermatology would consult urology on how to prevent that ,otherwise dermatology isn't worried about the skin on your junk or the fact your incontinent and when being examined your Foley and rectal catheters might as well be invisible that's your bathroom,your not the first or last patient they will see that day or in there career ),and among chiropractors incontinence isn't in there wheelhouse of things they can help you with, so there invisible to how your treated.

That's the beauty of those days all your specialties can consult face to face with you and each other to keep you on this side of the grass awhile longer.

You can wear for need or for the need to have fun ,it matters not ,as long as your healthy and don't have an issue .you'll get more questions about wearing a tin foil hat to an appointment than a diaper.

 

[Little Sherri]

17 hours ago, Cruiser 03 said:

You can wear for need or for the need to have fun ,it matters not ,as long as your healthy and don't have an issue .you'll get more questions about wearing a tin foil hat to an appointment than a diaper.

Agreed, that's the way it should be. In the end (pun somewhat intended), the "why" of my wearing diapers should be pretty self-explanatory. Why does anyone wear diapers? Because they need to. Delving deeper than that into the question might be the purview of their urologist or psychologist, but really, only if the person wearing the diaper is asking the questions. Unless you're trying to get your insurance or an institution to pick up the tab, there is no professional or ethical obligation on anybody's part to try and "fix" the situation. 

As far as I'm concerned, I'm not being disingenuous in suggesting that I "need" to wear diapers. I've been wearing them for two years now, and, while I'm surprised overall at how well it's gone for me, it hasn't been "easy" by any stretch, and it's involved some inconvenience, the expenditure of a lot of marital "political capital", and the ever-present risk that I might be "found out" by someone, and that that eventuality might impinge on one or more relationships. Logically, nobody would do what I, and many others here, have done, without needing to, in some sense. 

On top of that, now, it would be fairly uncomfortable operating without a diaper on. I'm entirely sure that I could get my range back if I worked at it diligently for a while, but, right now, in this moment, if you said, "Unexpected afternoon spent in the car - what would you wear?", my first answer would be "A diaper." Otherwise, there'd be a lot of stops. 

[Little Sherri]

Well, I went to the chiropractor. It was utterly uneventful. I wore a slim, plain white diaper under a black onesie, and loose-fitting athletic pants. She did feel around my lower back during the examination and adjustment, which was a bit below the waistline of my diaper, but, I wore one of my gym diapers - a cloth-backed Prevail 360, and at the top there is very little padding at all - they don't have the "diaper ridge" typical of bulkier, plastic-backed products, where the aft padding termination creates a bit of a ledge under the plastic cover. And they don't crinkle. So I'm pretty sure she had no idea, not to say that she would have cared, even if she did.

It was funny - I had to update my medical information on file with them, as it had been a while since my last visit, and there were a bunch of boxes to tick, including a section that asked about frequent urination, urinary urgency, leakage, and incontinence. I left the whole thing blank, but part of me was tempted to tick that last box, and just see what, if anything came of it. But, I decided I didn't want to have to have a conversation about it, and end up stumbling around the topic, or trying to fake that I'd pursued it with my doctor or whatever. It was of no clinical significance to her, I thought. But then, when we were discussing my lower back pain, she asked me specifically if I was "urinating okay", which was interesting - it made me wonder how many people who present with strained backs have urinary complaints. Once again, I had a brief thought that maybe this was the time for me to test drive "owning" my juvenile underwear, but, given that the back pain was already reported as being new, I figured that if I said, yes, as a matter of fact, since I strained my back, I've been leaking so much that I've dedicated a corner of my basement to cases of big plastic diapers, I'd probably end up with an appointment for an MRI. 

On a side note, apropos of nothing, I had not one, but two random "diaper-related" communications from "vanilla" people this week. One buddy sent me a meme that showed two elderly people in an embrace, with the caption "No, leave the diaper on...", which I thought was hilarious, although not for the same reason most people looking at it probably would. As far as I know, he knows nothing of my inclinations in that regard - we have never discussed it. And, someone else sent me a link relating to how military pilots manage to use the washroom while flying. I hadn't really thought of that, but I guess I figured that if astronauts wore diapers, maybe military pilots did, as well. But, apparently, they do not. They have two systems - one is essentially diaper polymer beads in a zip-lock bag, and the other is a vacuum-assisted electric diaper that seems way, way more complicated than necessary, and that confirms everything I suspected about military procurement. I imagine that for the price of one of them, you could buy six cases of BetterDry's. I'd bet they'd even make them with a camouflage print if you were buying enough. The R & D budget could probably have bought a diaper company. May I suggest Northshore - great products. If I have to spend 10 hours concentrating while maneuvering at the speed of a bullet, I think I'd want to be in Megamax. One less thing to think about. The navy blue ones look pretty sober. 

[oznl]

4 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

But then, when we were discussing my lower back pain, she asked me specifically if I was "urinating okay", which was interesting - it made me wonder how many people who present with strained backs have urinary complaints.

I suspect she may have been trying to differentiate between back pain and kidney pain (for which she would need to refer you on).  Apparently they are easily confused. 

Now that you mention this, my Dr asked a similar question for the first time ever on my last routine consult.  I thought it might just have been an age thing but I'd been also complaining about lower back pain. 

The lower back pain eventually went away largely by itself (standard adult male therapy: ignore it).  I sometimes wonder if it actually WAS kidneys grumbling about something...

[Little Sherri]

19 hours ago, oznl said:

I suspect she may have been trying to differentiate between back pain and kidney pain

Interesting - I hadn't thought of that. Makes sense, though - referred pain. My wife experienced what she thought was blazing back pain a few years ago, and it turned out to be a gallbladder issue. I also happened upon someone's thread here this week where they were talking about being diagnosed with a slipped disc in the lower lumbar region, and that it had resulted in intermittent incontinence. Although what I experienced, which has mostly resolved, is nowhere near that level - it was a mild strain at most. 

Onto another topic - are diapers "underwear"? It seems pretty self-evident that they are, but, at the same time, psychologically, at least for me, I think they exist on another plain, somewhere between underwear and "clothing", and I believe that I'm not the only one who feels this way. 

As a little kid, before I became self-conscious enough to stridently voice an opinion, there is photographic evidence, and I have vague memories as well, of my spending time around the house, and even outdoors, wearing just a diaper for bottoms, usually with a long-sleeved t-shirt on top, because then, as now, I could seemingly get a sunburn from florescent lights. But, I didn't wear diapers all the time - far from it. And, I have no memories, and there are no photographs of me running around in just underwear. You might think that this has more to do with age than with clothing distinctions, but, here's the thing - there are pictures of me wearing a diaper when I was 5 or 6, but there are no pictures of my brother or sister, at that age, or any other, in their underwear, although there are pictures of them in diapers as babies and toddlers (neither of them had any wetting issues later on like I did). 

Since then, I've known a couple of kids who've worn diapers past the conventional first three or four years of life, and, indeed, once in a while, they also spent time in semi-public, wearing a just a diaper. So, although I'm obviously predisposed to view these things a certain way, because of my lived experience, it does seem that it's not just me. 

Given my druthers, I like to operate in just a diaper and a shirt; that's often how I'm dressed later in the evening, and, once the kids go back to physically attending school, that's how I'll spend the day sometimes as well. Whereas I have never been compelled to go about my business wearing only underwear. Diapers, it seems, are different. They are underwear, but also, something more. 

Now, that said, I'll also note that my wife was never a fan of letting our kids run around in just diapers when they were babies & tots - she viewed it as them being undressed, and, such, a silent commentary on the quality of our parenting. So my kids did not play at the beach in diapers, like I sometimes did. My older daughter outgrew them pretty quickly, whereas my youngest had the same bedwetting curse that I did growing up, however, it was rare for her to ever walk around in a pull-up without something on over it.

So, I'm sure that my betrothed is not overly excited about now regularly seeing her husband dusting or emptying the garbage cans, in a whimsically-decorated diaper, but, my hope is that by the time we have the house to ourselves again, she'll be used to it, and, it might become my standard indoor outfit, at least in the warmer months. 

Indeed, I have a secret plan, already partially underway, for us to eventually move a bit further out into the country, so that I can truly live the dream: making, and drinking beer in my yard, or conducting lawncare, under the sun, in a nice golf shirt... and a diaper. One can dream. Whereas doing the above in my underwear would make no sense whatsoever. If I still had any underwear, which I don't. 

[Little Sherri]

I want to expanding on my previous thought a little, perhaps in a further effort to psychoanalyze myself. I was cogitating on this last night, and my line of thinking went thusly: it's arguably a fairly notable lifestyle adjustment, putting oneself in diapers 24/7, and living like that for months or years. Some might consider it extreme, although the long-term consequences are probably less impactful than, say, getting a spider tattooed on my neck. Though a neck spider has never been shown to lead to incontinence, whereas the jury is still out on whether wearing diapers all the time could. 

I've traced this "interest" back to having worn diapers into later childhood, because I was a bedwetter, a chair-wetter, a car-wetter, and a wetter of anything else I could conceivably fall asleep on. However, my original 24/7 tour of duty largely mirrored the experiences of most people; mine lasted until I was somewhere between 3 and 4 years old, and I have no recollection of those days. So, why am I compelled to go back to 24/7, to the point of rearranging my life, when I wasn't really ever 24/7 in the first place? This is what I asked myself yesterday. 

As a kid, once I was "daytime potty-trained", I had very few stints in diapers that lasted more than a day, principally when we were travelling, but, it wasn't common. At most, I was generally in diapers 12/7 - maybe from 8 PM to 8 AM or so. So, why wasn't I happy wearing diapers to bed again? Why did I have to take it further? In earlier explorations on the topic, I concluded that it was largely related to anhedonia that resulted from putting a diaper on, knowing the entire time that it would have to come off eventually - that there was always going to be a transition back to non-diapered operations. I still think that's a valid explanation, however, I think perhaps I can now view that as a symptom, rather than being a causal factor. 

I suspect that it was the transitions back and forth, from being diapered to not-diapered, baby to big kid, that were perhaps the most "traumatic", or at least, psychologically significant moments. I was definitely wrestling with some cognitive dissonance in those moments. Being diapered was a potent cocktail of shame & humiliation, but coupled to a thrilling, slightly electric feeling that I couldn't explain at the time, even to myself. I wanted it, but I didn't. If I was going to be in the company of anyone other than my immediate family, then I really, really didn't want it, and I felt weird and terrible for, at the same time, both loathing and longing for it. 

At the other end of the experience, when it was time to take the diaper off, on the one hand, it was a relief to be able to dispose of the evidence of my continued immaturity and lack of control over a function that my brother, 3 years younger, had already mastered. But, at the same time, there was a feeling of loss, and, in turn, a feeling of shame over that, too. Sometimes, I lingered in my diaper, if it was a weekend, or holiday. I'd play dumb and go about my business, until either one of my parents told me to "go get dressed", or, my sister noticed and said something considerably more caustic, like "Eww, you smell like pee", or, "Good morning, diaper butt". Although, back then, it never occurred to me that I could probably have blissfully worn a diaper for most of the day, if I would only put daytime clothing on over it. I only did that if I was ordered to, and, again, compliance was accompanied by that same cocktail of shame, and vague dread, but also, desire. 

So, in conclusion, I suspect that my going 24/7 as an adult is a way for me to work through the dissonance of those transitions. In my current world, there are no more transitions, no back and forth, no promotion followed by a demotion, no pining to get back what I had, no joy tainted with the knowledge that the joy has to end. There are only cases of diapers!

[247dlwear]

I been wearing diapers for 24ish years but for sure 20 years. Let me explain. I soon as I moved out of my parents place when I was 20 I started to wear diaper every night. I am now 50. 24 years ago I started to wear them 247 but not using them all the time. 20 years ago I went with a friend on a 1 week trip and I went all week with out diapers. When I came back I decided no more going with out and I started to wear 247 again and using them. I started to unpostty train my self just number 1. If someone asked I just told them I have been incontinent all my life. The first 2 years were tough. But after that you just get in a routine and its just normal. I got married about 10 years ago and my wife knows my love for diapers and is okay with it she is not into them but she does a little incontinent problem her self and wears a pad. I had a pons stroke about 3 years ago and was rushed to the hospital. I just told them I have been incontinent all my life and they changed my diaper the month I was in the hospital. Hospital diapers suck so my wife bought diapers from home. Today I don't think I could go with out them. I have a very active job and on my feet all day. A lot of the time I come home and check my diaper and its wet I never felt that I peed. At night about 50% of the time I wake up wet and dont remember wetting my self. I am sure I have some sort of incontinences problem and I don't care. Wearing a diaper every day for so long you forget that you have a diaper on so I have to mix it up with other brands of diapers off and on to get that diaper feeling and I have not have had any underwear for 20 years. 

[Little Sherri]

Hi, @247dlwear - thank you for sharing. First of all, I am glad that you recovered from your stroke! If you don't mind me asking, other than with your spouse, does anyone else in your life know about you wearing diapers? If so, how has that gone for you? I'm also curious as to what it was like to start a relationship with someone, and then, at some point, to say, "So, if we're going to take this further, you should probably know about this....". Unless you meet someone in an ABDL context, inevitably, at some point, there is going to be a "reveal" moment. 

When I met her, my wife had no idea about this side of me, because it was deeply repressed - it had been more than a decade at that point since the last time I had a diaper on. So when, after more than 15 years of marriage, I started wearing diapers, it was obviously an adjustment for her, but I've been lucky in that she has been remarkably accommodating and forgiving. She's not into it at all, but, she seems to be willing to put up with it. However, I have no idea if she would have gone on a second date with me if, on the first one, I was carrying a diaper bag.

Overall, your story gives me hope. I want to live the rest of my life in diapers, but, I also want to be a socially engaged, physically active, and gainfully-employed person, and your experience shows that it's possible. 

[247dlwear]

21 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

Hi, @247dlwear - thank you for sharing. First of all, I am glad that you recovered from your stroke! If you don't mind me asking, other than with your spouse, does anyone else in your life know about you wearing diapers? If so, how has that gone for you? I'm also curious as to what it was like to start a relationship with someone, and then, at some point, to say, "So, if we're going to take this further, you should probably know about this....". Unless you meet someone in an ABDL context, inevitably, at some point, there is going to be a "reveal" moment. 

Before I ever meet my wife I have told my close friends. I use to have a movie night at my place and invite friends over. I would tell my closes friends hey I have a incontinence problem all my life and I wear diapers. I have never had a friend just walk out they all stay friends. The first person I have told I was I was on the edge of a panic attack but when they were fine with it that all went a way and I have no problem telling people who may need to know. My wife I first told her about my incomitance and diapers on my second date and I showed her my diaper carry bag then I showed her my diaper closet. On 4th or 5th date I showed he 15 stone babies and a few other ABDL videos that are on youtube thinking I would run her off with this. But she was okay with it.  we sleep with some stuffed animals and she loves it that I play with them. Over the years I have only meet 3 other ABDL people. But I have meet a lot of other males who are truly incontinent and they told my I was a inspiration to them they were to embarrassed about there problem.      

[Little Sherri]

5 hours ago, 247dlwear said:

The first person I have told I was I was on the edge of a panic attack but when they were fine with it that all went a way and I have no problem telling people who may need to know. My wife I first told her about my incomitance and diapers on my second date and I showed her my diaper carry bag then I showed her my diaper closet. On 4th or 5th date I showed he 15 stone babies and a few other ABDL videos that are on youtube thinking I would run her off with this. But she was okay with it. 

Sounds like you have a fantastic lady there, @247dlwear. Your comment about "who may need to know" probably touches on the core of my approach to this so far. Really, outside of my wife, at this point in my life, nobody I know needs to know what I'm wearing (or wants to, for that matter). My only concern is if something ever happens that results in their becoming aware that I wear diapers - say, a catastrophic failure, or, inattention on my part leading to me walking around with it sticking up at the back - these unlikely but possible scenarios cause me to ponder if some of my really good friends might wonder why I never said anything before, only because we are pretty open about health situations we've faced, finances, marital issues etc - so me being stone-silent on at some point going through a pretty significant change, might raise eyebrows. But then again, they would probably completely understand not "going public" about it - it's not exactly something most people take out an ad in the paper about. 

So, I've succumbed to the devil on my shoulder again - I browsed the Rearz warehouse sale (still on, by the way, until midnight tonight), and the deals were simply too good to ignore. I ended up buying cases of diapers - stashing these in the basement without it being obvious that I'm annexing more space is going to be difficult. But at $2 CAD per diaper for their Lil' Monsters and Lil' Splash products, I would be a fool not to stock up. That's what I keep telling myself, anyway. 

I suspect that having a big inventory is a psychological hedge against a time when I might ever reverse course on my 2+ year experiment, just as throwing away the last of my underwear was. A quick back-of-an-envelope calculation puts my par stock at roughly 6 months worth of diapers, once the new ones come in. I have, however, been largely observant of my pledge not to increase the number of types I have - I mostly stuck to what I know and wear on a daily basis. I was tempted by the Lil' Bella's, but, they're essentially a Lil' Monster with a different print, and, that print, which I believe consists of winged ponies in rainbow colours, had me wondering if I might be taking a step too far, with respect to my wife's as-yet unstated preferences for how my baby pants are decorated. 

I also stuck with my pledge to purge medium-sized diapers from my system, other than the Megamax's, which are sized more generously than other brands. Large-size Megamax diapers are truly gargantuan. 

[Little Sherri]

Lest I've misled any of you into believing that the 24/7 path is all sunshine and roses, let me share the following reminder that roses have thorns. Over the weekend, I participated in a Zoom beer tasting with some friends, that ran into the wee hours (pun there...). Having finished tasting the beer, it only made sense to start drinking Scotch, so that's what we did. And, propelled by the excellent decision-making skills that only a belly full of Scotch can provide, I stumbled upstairs to my room at 3 am, in a palliative-care condition Rearz Lil' Monster, intent on changing my diaper, brushing my teeth, and going to bed. I doffed my jeans, noted that my diaper was hanging low between my legs, and... decided to lie down for just a second on the bed. Poof, I was gone. 

Remember how I've been saying that, lately, I'm barely producing any output overnight, and, none of it ever leaves my custody without asking permission first? Well, on this occasion, that, er, "problem" solved itself handily. Fast-forward to maybe 6:30 am or so, and the light is streaming into our room, overlaid in birdsong. My eyes crack open, and I realize that I've been sleeping, on my back, on top of the bedding, wearing just a diaper and a t-shirt. I needed a drink of water, a new diaper, a toothbrush, and about two more hours of sleep. However, as I sat up, I detected dampness underneath my thighs - air-cooled dampness that you don't experience from inside a disposable, typically. I stood up and ran my hand over the blanket... and found quite a significant wet spot underneath where I had been splayed out. Plus, my t-shirt was wet around the bottom. I had soaked through that soaked diaper. Oh boy. 

I grabbed a diaper, waddled over to the bathroom and changed, drank some water, brushed my teeth, grabbed my pacifier (I'd gone to sleep without even that, and my teeth were a bit sore from clicking them together overnight), went back, and considered my options. Changing the bedding would rob my wife of a couple of hours of sleep, so that was not going to happen. Towels, maybe? No. That would only create more laundry. In the end, I lied down on the edge of the bed and fell into a fitful sleep for about another 90 minutes, still managing to roll back into the wet spot at some point, thus dampening only the outside of my otherwise perfectly dry diaper. 

Eventually, my wife woke up, and the sound of her getting up woke me up, whereupon I started pulling the bedding into a giant ball of linen, to be carried down to the laundry machines on the main floor. My wife then paused on her way out of the bathroom, and said "I changed the bedding a couple of days ago." Of course she did. I just looked at her, shrugged in what I hope was an apologetic-looking manner, and said "I need to change it again." She said "Oh.", and then walked out of the room, saving me the necessity of adding "My diaper leaked" or something like that, to the conversation. But I'm sure she'd surmised the same. 

Other than that, though, it was a lovely pre-summer weekend spent, as always, in diapers. 

[oznl]

It seems like only a little over a week ago that you were complaining that you did NOT wet the bed any more.

Oh wait a minute...

On 5/6/2021 at 2:21 AM, Little Sherri said:

my admittedly minor complaint that I don't seem to wet at night very often anymore.

It WAS a little over a week ago ?

It's a funny thing, secondary-onset adult enuresis.   Every time I reach the conclusion that I've forgotten how to do it, it happens again...  Alcohol helps.  A lot.

[Little Sherri]

11 hours ago, oznl said:

Alcohol helps.  A lot.

This has applicability to many circumstances, I find. Other than DIY electrical or veterinary undertakings. 

Happy Tuesday. I am currently experiencing a fantasy of my own making, sort of. This morning, I pulled the upper-left tab off of a Rearz Lil' Splash, one of the last of my stock of medium diapers. Because of shower scheduling issues, I was off pace with my usual routine of swapping my diaper just before bed - I had swapped it at about 8 PM, after a shower, after engaging in some dusty landscaping work. So, I slept in a damp nappy, and this morning, I decided to swap it more for skin health reasons than for capacity. 

When I squeeze into a medium diaper, it's the lower tab that is generally a bit of a struggle, if I want it on the "landing zone". The upper tab is usually no problem - waist-wise, I'm a medium - but in this case, it was the upper left tab that let go when I went to snug up the diaper. But, pre-coffee, my inner caveman was driving, and I pulled the tab off. With a sigh, I pulled out my roll of packing tape, and was preparing to perform my usual repair, wherein I fashion a replica tab, complete with folded over "grab edge", when I heard my wife stirring. Rather than rushing the job, I decided to pause for a beat... the bathroom door was open... would she walk in? And, did I want her to? 

Oblivious of my uncertain preferences on my circumstances, which I was still sorting in my head, walk in she did, to behold me standing there with a roll of tape in my hand, standing in a 3/4 closed diaper. This scene had played out before, and it can generally go two ways - zero comment and barely a glance, or, she has asked a couple of times if I need a hand. Obviously, I have managed to repair a diaper dozens of times with no help, but it is a bit of a ballet of pulling off the tape, then nicking it with scissors (otherwise it stretches rather than tears), then keeping the extracted piece from clinging to itself, while also trying to fold over the edge on the roll, so that I won't have to hire a detective to find it again. Then, I need to create a grab edge on the liberated piece, then, apply the back half of the strip of tape to the aft wing of the diaper, then stretch everything over, and complete the closure. 

I knew there was a chance that she'd offer a hand, and that's why I had decided to just give myself a moment before finishing up. I guess I crave the "approval" or at least "sympathetic acceptance" that such an offer implies, if only in my mind, although in hers, she might actually be thinking "Look at this poor idiot in his absurd baby pants". Who knows. Anyway, she took the bait, and said "Need a hand?", so I said "Sure.", and handed her the tape, rather than explaining my preferences on the repair process.

She pulled a section of tape about 6 inches long, out from the roll, and said "Pull it tight", so I used two hands to pull the back of my diaper over the front. She flipped the roll while stretching the tape out, and applied most of it to the rear wing, and then she pinched the front upper edge of the front panel, and tugged the back tight via the tape, causing me to pull my hands back, now just an observer. She stretched the tape out about another foot, and applied it to the front. Once it was starting to grip, and no longer needed to be pulled on, she unrolled yet another foot or so, so that the strip of tape reached well over to the other side, and then she smoothed the strip with her free hand, and said "Hand me the scissors", which I did. She snipped the tape, smoothed down the end, and handed me the roll. I lost track of the edge on the roll, but it doesn't matter. I was mesmerized. I said "Thanks." In a curt reply, she said "Sure", and then walked out of the room. 

So, here I sit, for, I think, the third time, having been irreversibly tapped into my diaper by my wife. I'd have to cut the tape to get out of it - peeling it back would destroy the cover on either side of the landing zone. But I won't do that. I have been consigned to my fate, come what may. Although my morning routine generally involves taking my diaper off again for that other of nature's callings, after a round of coffees, which is why I engineer my diaper repairs to be reversible. 

[Stroller]

37 minutes ago, Little Sherri said:

So, here I sit, for, I think, the third time, having been irreversibly tapped into my diaper by my wife.

It'll be padlocks next, mark my words.

[Little Sherri]

Here's something I had not considered before... do I need decoy underwear? 

My daughters have been sorting their own laundry for quite a while now, which works fine for me - I can't tell any of their clothes apart. However, on occasion, to be helpful, or, more frequently, when ordered to do so by my wife, they have also sorted our laundry. Or sometimes they dig through it in search of a missing item. This has caused me to be fairly proactive with respect to sifting out items that I'd rather they not come across, such as the rarely-utilized (these days) cloth diapers, or, the much more common t-shirt style onesies that I wear almost every day. 

Yesterday was such a day - my wife with busy with her work and the laundry had been piling up, including some of the kids' items having been run with ours for efficiency purposes, so, a great mountain of laundry needed sorting. I have some kind of "Spidey-Sense" about when my wife is going to reach a tipping point and command a laundry offensive, so I had dumped the baskets onto my bed yesterday morning, and quickly tanked out the onesies I could find. As an aside, it turns out that I missed one, but so did my daughter - she threw it and a bunch of black t-shirts, some mine, some my wife's, into a tangled pile. 

When she was done, with the exception of the black t-shirt scrap heap, everything else was fairly neatly categorized on our bed - my wife's shorts and pants, her shirts, my shirts, my shorts, my pants, her bras, her socks, her underwear, my socks... and that's it. I have nothing in the underwear category that doesn't end up in the trash at the end of the day. I tossed my last few pairs of boxers last fall. 

So, it occurs to me that every single laundry sorting initiative since then has produced not one pair of underwear for dad. But does this occur to them? To me, it is conspicuous. And while I have no doubt that they paid not a moment of attention to my boxers, they did used to joke around about them being the largest and most heinously untouchable item in the wash, and they used to sometimes throw them at each other, and scream dramatically. So, they did know that I once was wearing underwear with some regularity. So, do they know that now, I don't? Or do they think that I've settled on a favourite pair, and I'm washing them in the shower, and drying them like a thief in the night? 

Maybe the solution is to go buy some boxers in an absurdly small size, so that they can float through the laundry, offering mute testimony as to the "normalcy" of my wardrobe, while at the same time, offering about as much utility as having a tricycle on the driveway would. But even the prospect of that seems like a backward step - I never want to buy underwear again if I can help it. 

Hmmmm. 

[Little Sherri]

I have a continence field observation today. I am currently wearing a Depends with a kid's Cuties size 6 stuffer in it, generally not my garb of choice, but, I am hoping to spend the upcoming long weekend doing things other than lawn maintenance, so I plan to grab the weed whacker shortly and go get dusty and sweaty over lunch. Dressed thusly, I was in the kitchen making myself some lunch, when I felt the usual request from down below to open the gates, which these days is generally not much more than a vague twinge that happens 3 or so times an hour. I did a cursory wave at the guards - go ahead - and planned to forget about what was happening, as is SOP, but then, I felt a physical change in my diaper that caused me to reconsider. Maybe it was the shifting of the smaller diaper inside the larger one, or the fact that I'd been in this getup for most of the morning, and it was closer to capacity than, say, a Lil' Monster or a BetterDry would have been, but I suddenly grew fearful of possibly leaking into my shorts. (We seem to have skipped spring and launched from winter straight into summer over the past week, although it is snowing in some of the Western provinces right now). 

So, I decided to try to call a halt to the proceedings, just to moderate the flow - I planned to finish the job, but, in stages, and probably not all in the same position. However, in response to my request to stand down, the flow, instead, seemed to increase. I have known for a while now that I really can't stop a stream that has started, but, it is still interesting, and mildly disconcerting, to not be able to control it at all. I was also very curious as to where the volume was coming from - I had been going every 20 minutes or so, no alcohol (yet), no unusual timing on my coffee, no reason for my bladder to be, seemingly, at least half full. Yet, there I was, flooding a diaper that, I fretted, might not be up to the demands on it. 

Eventually, the flow petered down to a dribble and I lost track of it, and the diaper, though pendulous, has held - I think due more to the efforts of the Cuties than the Depends. I need to go finish my yard work now, because I want to shower afterwards, and I will definitely need a change in the near future!

But I do wonder if I'm missing some signals from down there, or if the signals I am getting are coming later. I don't have a lot of data to back up this hypothesis, because I primarily wear modern, ABDL disposables, and modern ABDL disposables really don't provide great feedback as to how wet they are, until they reach a tipping point. Am I sometimes passing less than I thought, and sometimes more? It's hard to say. Once an "event" commences, I stop paying attention. I don't push. Sometimes I feel something when it ends, sometimes I don't. Once in a while I'll notice some other feedback minutes later that suggests that there are still "goings on" in my nappy, after all feedback from the main sensors has ceased. So, it's possible that my behaviour in that department has been changing, and, I haven't kept abreast of it. I guess that's a 24/7 occupational hazard. 

[Little Sherri]

I was just remarking on @oznl's very interesting and occasionally hilarious 24/7 thread that I haven't had very many diaper dreams lately, however, this weekend was an exception, and a strange one at that. I'll lay out the setting: having consumed an ill-advised quantity of beer in an online celebration of a buddy's birthday, I wobbled up to our bedroom, stripped off the Lil' Monster I had on, and reached into my diaper drawer in the dark (wife was asleep), for a random selection, leaving the outcome to the fates. I came out with a Bambino Teddy, which is not a common diaper for me - its presence in my drawer was part of my ongoing initiative to burn through the odds and sods that I've collected. Once I got into the bathroom and could turn on the light, I shrugged - it would do the job. 

I put the diaper on, had a couple of cups of water, brushed my teeth and stumbled into bed. At some point in the wee hours of the morning (ha ha), I began having a dream wherein I was trying to pee, and pushing really hard, which is not a common phenomenon for me, so much so that, even in the dream state, I noted it. That spark of awareness then precipitated an involuntary ascent to semi-consciousness - I think - I really can't testify in court as to how much of any of this was real, and how much of it was dreamed. In my groggy, sleep-and-beer stunted awareness, I reached down to the front of my diaper... and found the bottom of my t-shirt was wet. Feeling around, I then determined that there was quite a wet spot on my bedding - it was confined to the area of a couple of hand-width's, but it seemed very wet. 

Groan. I must have been pointed straight up, and had peed over the top of the diaper... and the strenuous pushing I was doing in my dream was the result of my trying to wet the bed while maybe still semi-erect, emerging from REM sleep. Which in itself is interesting - I had been trying to wet the bed, while fully asleep, indeed, struggling to do so, and had at least somewhat succeeded. I got up, stumbled out of bed, pulled on a new t-shirt, tossed the old one over a towel rack (it could become a Tomorrow-Sherri problem, I told myself), then I grabbed the towel I had used when I'd showered earlier, folded it up, and put it over the wet spot so that I could crawl back into bed and go back to sleep. The diaper needed no tending to. 

Fast-forward now to about 9:00 the next morning, and I wake up, essentially cuddling a wadded up towel, which causes me to recall the events of a few hours earlier. Groan again. I'll have to wait until my wife wakes up, and once again, I'll have to launder the sheets. Two wet beds in two weeks. I felt around a bit to assess the damage... but.... wait. The bed felt... very dry. Had the towel done THAT good of a job? I unfurled the towel. It seemed... remarkably dry. Huh? I then went about actively sniffing my bedding, and the towel, like a dog might. I detected the vague scent of baby powder on the bedding, and, the towel smelled a bit like shampoo. No pee smell anywhere. What about the t-shirt I had taken off? I went and checked it. Bone dry and no smell. Hmmmm..... very confusing. 

What about the diaper? I explored the front of it from the outside. There was some clumping at the top of the front panel - not a lot, but, it was there. There had been a wetting, probably a couple of hundred milliliters at most. The part where it leaked into my t-shirt and my bedding seemingly did not occur - I had made that part up in my dream, then, gotten out of bed, and acted as though the dream events were real. 

On another topic, I'm sitting here in a Rearz Barnyard (further effort to simplify holdings), contemplating a Rearz Barnyard-themed glass baby bottle that I just filled with water. As a result of ordering some cases of diapers during last week's warehouse sale, Rearz threw in a pacifier (always useful), and, some dinosaur-themed face masks, and the bottle. The face masks are cute, and really, not over-the-top childish - I probably could wear one if I had to, although they say Rearz on them in a couple of places, so those who know would, well, know. 

The bottle, on the other hand, is over-the-top childish. I definitely have an AB side that I haven't really leaned into - I enjoy wearing printed diapers and I like my one-piece pajamas. Although mine are a sober grey. I have slept with a pacifier for at least three years - I would find that almost as hard to give up as diapers themselves. But, suckling on a bottle always feels like an affectation to me, and perhaps a bridge too far, although I've never had an adult-sized one before. So I'm not sure if I'll keep at this or not. But it is a nice, hefty glass bottle.