24/7 startups, and unexpected pitfalls?

[Little Sherri]

Well, I'm probably facing my greatest 24/7 challenge this weekend; I have faced down air travel while diapered, gone to Europe and the US, schlepped a suitcase full of diapers through customs, traveled domestically for work with only diapers for underwear in my suitcase, and I've been largely undaunted. But now, I am daunted: this weekend, I am travelling to a distant city for a marshal arts exposition, and the organization of the trip was left to someone else.

I was already wondering what I would do during training sessions; I don't generally wear diapers to the gym or onto the mats, because I haven't found any that would a) be discreet enough, and b) would survive without either exploding or stripping off skin in sensitive areas. This training is mostly going to be about watching other people demonstrate techniques, so I could *probably* get away with having a small nappy on, but if I suddenly find myself getting drafted as a crash-test dummy for multiple throws or something, I could regret that decision. But my greater concern is with the accommodations: when I travel for business, I always have my own room, and when we travel as a family, generally we get a suite or adjoining rooms, so that the kids have a space and we have a space. But, in the interest of keeping costs down for participants, the organizer decided that everyone would share a room. I am sharing a room with a very large, burly police officer - great fellow, don't get me wrong. But I have zero enthusiasm for the idea of wearing a diaper around him in a confined space. However, I haven't slept without having a diaper on in over two years now, and I'm somewhat worried about the other possibility: that I'll wet the bed in the room with the big burly cop. 

That fear was compounded this morning when, for only maybe the third or fourth time in two years, I woke up in a wet diaper, with no recollection of having wet it. So, COULD I make it through two nights of sleeping without a diaper on, without violating the sanctity of the hotel linens? Probably. But I am reminded of the inexorable reach of Murphy's Law, my unshakable belief that the universe has a sense of humour, and, also, of my experience growing up, wherein my parents tried many times to transition me out of wearing diapers to bed.  I would go two or three days waking up in a dry diaper, and they would announce excitedly that tonight I could sleep without one, and they'd start curtailing beverages after dinner, and maybe I'd even make it a night or two, but, inevitably, I'd find myself lying in a puddle, and they'd say, let's give it one more night, and then I'd be dragging everything down to the laundry room a second morning. That night, my mom would put a diaper with my PJ's, and say nothing about it, and we'd go back to the regular routine for another six months or whatever. 

Sigh. 

[oznl]

This is indeed a dilemma.

Firstly, let me say that I’m 100% opposed to forced-sharing of hotel rooms regardless of diapers. I’ve been placed in this position before but this has been due to penny pinching by an employer for work travel.

In addition to the complete trampling of any personal space in the pursuit of corporate economy, for the last few years, I’ve had to sleep with a CPAP machine.  On one memorable trip, I discovered a “surprise” hotel room sharing arrangement pretty much upon check-in.  My colleague was clearly discomforted by my machine and I was both embarrassed and discomforted myself.

As was my habit, I blamed myself.  This was wrong.

On the “awkward” scale, I’d rate a CPAP as a “3” and that’s probably a lower rating than a cycle of terrible snorking noises followed by prolonged respiration-free silences and then gasping repeating all night would get you.  An adult diaper is definitely an “11”.

Now that I’ve reached my “mad as hell and not going to take it any more” phase of life, I have resolved to stand my ground – as long as I know in advance I will flat out refuse shared hotel rooms.  It's only come close once and they backed off when i announced "no dice"…

I guess it’s slightly different in your situation as it is a recreational trip and the pursuit of economy was to yield shared benefit, not indulge corporate greed.  I still think it was a little presumptive though.  I think the appropriate thing to have happened here was for the organiser to float this idea and assuming anybody even wanted shared rooms, still allow for people to have their own rooms for a financial premium reflective of the incremental cost.

I guess that’s all in retrospect here.

I hope you have capaciously concealing pyjamas and a stealth locker in your luggage.  At this point, I would not trust myself for a nappy-free night on an unprotected bed.

[Little Sherri]

Also, and this cannot be over-stressed, my proposed roommate has what I imagine might be typical police sensibilities regarding nudity, probably also shared by people on professional sports teams: being naked in front of other people is no big deal, and whenever practicality requires it, it is to be embraced. I have had conversations with this gentlemen in the change room at the club, staring resolutely at a spot on the wall over his shoulder,  while he carefully dried his wedding tackle. Whereas I don't enjoying seeing myself naked, so I tend to assume that sentiment would be shared by others as well. I predict he will be strolling confidently around the room in all manner of undress, while I am streaking from under the covers, to the washroom, wearing over-sized PJ's that I hope will conceal my smallest diaper. Which I will then have to bag, and possibly jam into the toilet tank. We shall see.

Unfortunately, it's too late to revisit the accommodations, because the hotel is sold out, and even if a room could be found, I would then be sticking him with covering the entire cost of his room for three nights. Plus I have no idea what would be made of my insistence that I must have my own room. Porn addiction? Sleeps dressed as a pony? 

I hope he doesn't snore. 

[oznl]

8 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

Unfortunately, it's too late to revisit the accommodations, because the hotel is sold out, and even if a room could be found, I would then be sticking him with covering the entire cost of his room for three nights. Plus I have no idea what would be made of my insistence that I must have my own room. Porn addiction? Sleeps dressed as a pony? 

I hope he doesn't snore. 

I'd rate a porn addiction as a "4", sleeping as a pony would come in at an "8", rising to a "9" if the pony outfit is rainbow colored.

A middle-aged, male, heavy-set, doughnut-fueled cop snore?  Nah...  I can recommend Bose QuietComfort 35ii and a white-noise source..

Faced with such a dilemma, I would be considering the best adult pull-ups known to man (and I would test these in a development environment before production deployment), possibly attiring once under the covers.

[Cruiser 03]

I'd rate a porn addiction as a "4", sleeping as a pony would come in at an "8", rising to a "9" if the pony outfit is rainbow colored.
A middle-aged, male, heavy-set, doughnut-fueled cop snore?  Nah...  I can recommend Bose QuietComfort 35ii and a white-noise source..
Faced with such a dilemma, I would be considering the best adult pull-ups known to man (and I would test these in a development environment before production deployment), possibly attiring once under the covers.

Actually I think a pony outfit would be a "2"(if thats the kink he publicly admits ,I don't want to know what is unmentionable ) LOL

And I second the Bose great sound !

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[Little Sherri]

Update: he did snore. However, for once, fate intervened to assist me - the organizer, who, it turns out, did book a solo room for himself, was given a suite, and he made an off-hand comment as we were walking away from the front desk that he would be willing to swap rooms if someone wanted to. It took about 0.02 seconds for me to say, yup, great idea, let's do that, so the burly cop and I had a room with a tragically small bathroom, but, critically, two separate sleeping chambers. Thus was I able to restfully sleep in a diaper and a t-shirt, as is my my habit, without having to resort to commando stealth tactics in order to install and remove my diaper undetected. I did not, so far as I recall, involuntarily wet my diaper while I was sleeping, so, in theory, I could probably have made it through the nights without a diaper on, but, inside, I know that the universe has a sense of humour, and if I had elected not to diaper myself, I would have ended up in a secretive conversation with housekeeping about needing new bedding. Maybe the right move if that had happened would have been to buy a bottle of strong beer, something Belgian, with a distinctive bouquet, and dump it into my bedding, it being nobler to present as a sopping alcoholic than a chronic bed-wetter. 

I did not, however, wear a diaper at all during the training portion of the event, which was a good decision, because I ended up participating as essentially a crash-test dummy in some of the demonstrations, and I was happy I didn't have to be concerned while pressed face-down into a mat by an Israeli self-defense instructor, that a diaper was peeking above the back of my pants. I restricted drinking to when I really felt thirsty, which helped me to not have to run to the washroom every half-hour. I did have to remind myself a couple of times NOT to relax and let the gateways tumble, when I felt the urge rising, and I had to once again get used to the prolonged feeling of needing to pee, which is no longer a common experience for me. These days, I generally feel a slight need, followed by a release that results in a light wetting that happens on autopilot, and I generally don't know when precisely it stops. I haven't actually empirically tracked how often I do this, but I think happens about every 20 - 30 minutes. Or, less commonly, I get distracted and forget to intermittently dribble, and then after an hour or two, I get a sudden "oh boy" jolt of urgency that gives me pause, and, depending on the dampness of my diaper, its absorbency rating, and where I am,  I may have to concentrate on NOT just opening the flood gates and blissfully wetting, instead metering the flow and perhaps re-positioning so as not to overwhelm the nappy with a sudden concentrated deluge. I don't enjoy those moments, so I prefer the "frequent dribble" approach, and what I really want to have happen (and I know, one must be careful what one wishes for), is for my autonomic nervous system to just take over mundane urinary command from the executive branch, so that these things could happen by themselves. However, I am not there yet. 

I did have a diaper dream this weekend: for some reason, I was sleeping over at a friend's house, and I woke up rather late in the morning, and, wearing just a diaper and a t-shirt, I walked over to the window and opened the blinds, to have a look at the weather.  At that moment I beheld that, A) the bedroom I was sleeping in was on the ground floor, and the window looked out onto the backyard at essentially grade level, and, one of my friend's kids was having a birthday party, and the backyard was full of kids running about. A posse of kids who looked to be maybe 7 or 8 ran by the window at precisely that moment and looked right at me, whereupon I dove off to the side and crouched behind a chair. The kids came up to the window and were looking inside, and I was ducked down, frozen, unable to make a move to either close the blinds, or grab some pants. Then a couple of them ran noisily into the house and started knocking on the bedroom door, while a couple remained at the window, and I was terrified that at any moment the door would open, and the jig would be up - I'd be standing there in a diaper. So, still behind the chair, I pulled my diaper off, balled it up, and stuffed it under the chair, then reached over to the bed and pulled a blanket over, which I wrapped around myself. Just as I did that, the bedroom door opened, and kids ran in, and one of them asked why I was wearing a diaper, and I said, no, I hadn't been, but I did need to get dressed, and could they please leave? Then one of them looked under the chair where I had stashed the diaper, and right then, I woke up. 

I assume the dream was the condensate from my anxiety about sleeping in a diaper while sharing a room with someone. The feel was very situationally realistic, though. For example, whereas I might engage in fantasizing about unabashedly wearing diapers somewhere - say, being able to go walking on a deserted beach in just a diaper, either alone, or with my wife, or maybe at some magical ABDL-themed Sandals getaway where everyone is on the same page, I am not, in reality, an exhibitionist at all; I don't look for opportunities to walk on a tight-rope wearing barely-concealed diapers in public situations. I did wear a big, relatively loud diaper at the Rearz Halloween gathering, but under overs-sized trousers, and, compared with a lot of the people there, I'm pretty sure I looked like a staff member waiting to begin cleaning up. And doing THAT took some effort. So, in the dream, I took absolutely no thrill in my predicament whatsoever - what I felt was pure terror, pretty much an exact replica of the feelings I recall having experienced a couple of times in my childhood; I've mentioned here before about an instance where I jumped out of the car at a rest stop on a family drive to Florida, ran over to a playground, and, momentarily forgetting that I had a diaper on, I climbed onto some monkey bars and suspended myself upside down, and then got asked why I wore diapers by another kid at the park. In that moment, I was mortified, terrified, and also, I felt really stupid - I could easily have avoided being caught, just as I felt in the dream, when I opened the blinds like an idiot, and found myself on display in the midst of a birthday party. Could I not have peaked through the blinds? Or thrown some shorts on?

On the spousal front, I have no new limit probing to report. I did put on a pair of plastic pants last night and wear them around under my PJ's while I was unpacking from my trip, but I chickened out and took them off in the bathroom before I entered the "shutdown" phase of the evening where I generally wear just a diaper below. She did see me packing diapers for the trip, which is a first, in its way - she surely knows I pack diapers for trips, since we have been on trips together where I wore them openly in the evenings - but I don't think she's ever seen me place a stack of them into a suitcase. However, I did also have to deposit some boxer shorts next to them, to be worn for the training portion of the event, as described before. Either way, she had no comment. 

 

[Little Sherri]

Product update - Tena, you have failed me for the last time. I literally had one diaper left from a package I bought on impulse at a drug store, because it was on sale, but then only reluctantly used. They are quiet and relatively slim, but the Velcro-style tabs easily tear and stretch the breathable overlay, so the diaper starts sagging even before it's wet. Once they're at, say, half-capacity, I have been known to drive a staple through the top tabs, to keep the diaper from hanging down to my knees. And they perform unreliably; this one, which I slept in last night, did keep my bed dry, but when I sat down in my office this morning, somehow, my pants grew damp between my legs. Goodbye, and I will not miss you. 

[oznl]

On 11/6/2019 at 2:14 AM, Little Sherri said:

Product update - Tena, you have failed me for the last time. I literally had one diaper left from a package I bought on impulse at a drug store, because it was on sale, but then only reluctantly used. They are quiet and relatively slim, but the Velcro-style tabs easily tear and stretch the breathable overlay, so the diaper starts sagging even before it's wet. Once they're at, say, half-capacity, I have been known to drive a staple through the top tabs, to keep the diaper from hanging down to my knees. And they perform unreliably; this one, which I slept in last night, did keep my bed dry, but when I sat down in my office this morning, somehow, my pants grew damp between my legs. Goodbye, and I will not miss you. 

I thought the Tena Slip maxi thing was just me.  I’ve always been a fan of Swedish technology:  they’ve given us Saabs (well for a bit, now we just have Volvos), flat-pack furniture and meatballs.

  I was expecting the same kind of pragmatic Scandinavian efficiency from their nappies.

Wrong.

They don’t so much hold back the pee as merely delay it upon its voyage to your outerwear.

I’ve tried a few packets and despite having (these days) a very small bladder that isn’t prone to flooding anything, a Tena is just there to give my waterproof pants something to do.  That “breathable” outer liner is also a “porous” outer liner.

It’s technology like that which give incontinent folk a bad name for a bad odour.  Sure, the nappies may have odour control but the nappy only waves at your pee as it goes past.

I’ve still got a packet unopened under the bed.  I just haven’t found a circumstance where dignity and dryness are sufficiently expendable to trust them.

Don't get me started on their courageously-over-rated pull ups either...

[Cruiser 03]

I thought the Tena Slip maxi thing was just me.  I’ve always been a fan of Swedish technology:  they’ve given us Saabs (well for a bit, now we just have Volvos), flat-pack furniture and meatballs.

  I was expecting the same kind of pragmatic Scandinavian efficiency from their nappies.
Wrong.

They don’t so much hold back the pee as merely delay it upon its voyage to your outerwear.

I’ve tried a few packets and despite having (these days) a very small bladder that isn’t prone to flooding anything, a Tena is just there to give my waterproof pants something to do.  That “breathable” outer liner is also a “porous” outer liner.

It’s technology like that which give incontinent folk a bad name for a bad odour.  Sure, the nappies may have odour control but the nappy only waves at your pee as it goes past.

I’ve still got a packet unopened under the bed.  I just haven’t found a circumstance where dignity and dryness are sufficiently expendable to trust them.

Don't get me started on their courageously-over-rated pull ups either...

That is the Shakespeare of diaper reviews ,it's more than clear ,it's perfectly relatable !

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[Little Sherri]

Here's a question: where do you folks change your diapers? (Or have your diapers changed?) 

I generally change my diaper in the ensuite bathroom connected to our bedroom. We have a fluffy bath mat about five feet long that occupies the floor in front of the bath tub, so after I take off a used one, I usually find myself in the undignified position of lying on that mat on my back, while I snug up my new one, unless I'm in a hurry, in which case I might just pull the diaper on and fasten it while standing. But I find that I get a better fit lying down, and particularly if it's a diaper that is unforgiving of fitting errors, it ends up not saving me any time, repositioning tapes repeatedly from a standing position, versus lying down and getting it right. Some diapers, particularly ones with three tapes on each side, benefit from not fastening the lower tapes until one is standing, at least if one intends to wear the diaper while walking around, rather than, say, into bed. 

What I'd LIKE to be able to do is what I typically do when my wife is out: put a change pad or a towel onto my bed, spread a diaper out on it, sprinkle in some baby powder, and then lie down on it and fasten it. However, when my wife is home, so far, I'm too self-conscious to put my diaper on in front of her. I'm willing to magically appear in a diaper, from, say, the bathroom, or change my clothes over a diaper in front of her, but I haven't changed the diaper itself. I'm curious as to what other people do. 

[WetDad]

I change in our walk-in closet. I have a shelf of fresh diapers in there, and the Dekor diaper pail as well.

[Stroller]

If I'm at home, in the bathroom, where I can wipe myself down with a flannel before putting on the dry one.  That's where the nappy bucket lives too.  The cloth nappies I wear are very easy to put on standing up.  Away from home, anywhere I can lock the door - I generally have a wet flannel in a waterproof bag with me.

If I'm in disposables it's more difficult, as I don't find it easy to change standing up - getting the tabs in the right place doesn't come easy to me either.  I wear disposable pullups sometimes, and then there's the hassle of taking off my shorts/trousers and plastic pants every time.  Last week we were away on holiday & I was in disposables, & I was putting on my clean Crinklz lying on the bed on the house we were renting.  Then it's easy. 

If it's just me and Mummy in the house I don't bother locking doors (or even closing them) - she knows what I'm doing anyway.

[deewet]

I learned years ago when traveling a lot, how to put diapers on standing up in a locked bathroom.  As Stroller pointed out, pullups don't work well due to having to completely disrobe so doing diapers with tabs or belted pads is only solution.   I have learned that if you prepare the diaper properly,  and have a cabinet or shelf to lean against, it is much easier than laying down, and more important, you get it on tight enough the first time, which is hard to do when reclined. To get the diaper ready, you have to first open and fluff it, then fold it the long way, slide it between legs and center the diaper into place by sliding it back and forth, then position the back , back up against whatever to hold it in place, and start with lower tabs, and finish the upper tabs, and readjust the lower tabs as needed.  A quick and efficient task once you get the hang of it you will forget about laying down ever again to do this. 

[oznl]

On 11/12/2019 at 3:52 AM, Little Sherri said:

Here's a question: where do you folks change your diapers? (Or have your diapers changed?)

A wide variety of locations it seems.

At home, I usually use my study.  It's where my disposable diapers are kept and it's "my" turf.  I'd prefer to change in our walk-in robe but my wife would prefer me to change (if I must) on the 3rd moon of Saturn so my study is the compromise.

On the road, I can, if I have to, change in just about any toilet stall by leaning against the closed door but privacy is minimal and the sound of ripping tapes echoes around the facility like a fart at a funeral.

Preferable, is the disabled toilet.  I couldn't do that earlier this week at the Sydney Qantas Club because somebody was using it so it was off to the stall-of-shame for me.

I'm pretty good at changing standing up now and I don't need to undress, just pull things down.  I usually go in with a "jacket" concealing my folded diaper.  There is an emergency diaper that lives in my laptop bag.  The used diaper will go in the bin (hopefully there is one).  It might be bagged or at worst, rolled up tight and taped neatly.

[Little Sherri]

I found myself trapped in a diaper, and wishing I had worn plastic pants, or brought a spare diaper with me, this past weekend; I was out for the afternoon but I expected to drop in at home and change my diaper before heading out for the evening to a movie with friends. However, we were delayed getting home to the point where we had to decide to either just go straight to the movie, or cancel the engagement, and it was getting late to politely do that, so my wife pushed for just meeting them at the theatre. I'm still not comfortable with talking openly about my diaper when we are out during the day, and I'm definitely not comfortable with making it the point on which the fate of the evening pivoted, so, with a little bit of back-of-the-mind concern, I agreed to proceed. It was cold out so I was wearing winter clothing over a fairly absorbent diaper - a 'Lil Squirts, which, as an aside, is a very soft and comfortable nappy, and one where it can be hard to judge how wet it is without tactile compressing of the diaper in a couple of spots. I hadn't planed on changing it at any point prior to when I got home, so I wore a onesie over it and I didn't pack a spare - rookie error, I know. 

Anyway, I found myself at the movie, contemplating drinking an aquarium-sized pop, and I decided to ease up on my self-imposed regimen for one evening, and go have a pee like a big boy in the men's room. However, when I got in there, there was a stall out of order, another with a line, and then a row of urinals that were intermittently open, but that offered no privacy whatsoever - and, I was wearing a onesie that snaps up at the crotch. A glance at the time on my phone - waiting for the one heavily-abused stall was not an option. So, I washed my hands, even though I had done nothing with them, in preparation for eating popcorn, and then I headed back into the theatre. I had no real idea how wet my diaper already was, but I knew I had been standing for most of the day, so I hoped that sitting down would open up some virgin ground at the back of it. I resolved to use it judiciously, but, I started watching the movie, and fell into my habit of light wetting every 15 - 30 minutes. When the lights came up, and I stood up, I still couldn't tell how wet it was by internal feel, but I could feel the bulk and the weight of it, so I knew it must have been nearing capacity. Luckily, we headed straight home from there, and when we got into the house, I dashed for the bathroom, dropped my jeans, and ran my hand around the borders of my onesie. I detected only a slight dampness right where the snaps were, and my jeans showed none whatsoever, so the Squirts performed admirably, but, I think I should probably pretty much always bring a discrete diaper bag with me, no matter where I go or how long I think I am going to be out, from now on. And I need to look more seriously at finding plastic or PUL pants that I can fit discretely over my diaper - currently, everything I have in that department are vinyl and quite roomy, but too large to disguise under most of my clothing. 

[Dubious]

This is why I always carry spares, but then again, if you couldn't pee at the cinema, how would you have changed the diaper?
I have spare diapers in my car, and have changed in the car
When going out I have spares in backpack, but I haven't used it, but the day I don't carry a spare, is the day I'm gonna need it..

[Stroller]

Yep, I virtually always carry an emergency pull-up & a plastic bag or two, over and above what I expect to need.  Usually in my little backpack.  Before I wrote my car off I also had one hidden away in the car, & when I get another car I'll do the same again.  And a big advantage of my wife knowing I'm wearing is that if I need a change she's OK with that, & will help cover when necessary.

[oznl]

Have a look at the Gary Active PUL pants:  https://www.adultclothdiaper.com/Active-Brief-PUL-Pant

These have in the past given me sufficient overdraft capacity on my diaper to get me from A to B in extremis.  They won't hold against a full on leak (at least for very long) but they'll stop wet bits around the edges getting to your outerwear and quite often, that's enough.  I'm a pretty big guy and I have "L" and "XL".  I've found that paradoxically, the tighter fit of the "L" does a better job of leak prevention.  I suspect the PUL pants in that scenario also hold my nappy close against me, limiting the opportunity for "aquifers" to form along already-wet padding.

I carry an emergency change kit in my own car, a couple of unreliable Tena Maxi and a spare pair of jeans in an old duffel bag but that's all a bit theoretical if your problem is finding a place to change.  Storing nappies in my wife's car however would be completely verboten and likely to cause ructions so how much insurance I have is a function of whose car I am in.

We've got to go on a day trip out of town the week after next to inspect a rental property we've been having some "issues" with.  It will be a long day and my wife wants to take her car (it's a V8 sports car and is a lot of fun on the open road).  I'll change seconds before departure into a BetterDry and watch my fluids but I'm still likely to be floating when I get home.

[deewet]

I am finding more and more locations are offering "family" or unisex bathrooms which always have a place to sit, usually a change table great for putting things on you need for a change, and typically a good place to leave soiled products.  Start looking for these when out and don't be bashful about standing in a line to use if necessary

I have also found that in some locations with his and hers bathrooms, if I am desperate, I will use the hers if all that is available.  If anyone questions you, simply say you were desperate and the other was in use for ever it seemed!  That has worked for me on multiple occasions.

[Dubious]

Handicap toilets are often labeled with Woman/Handicap...

[oznl]

9 hours ago, Dubious said:

Handicap toilets are often labeled with Woman/Handicap...

Interesting.  Not so here.  All the ones I've dealt with are clearly labelled as family/unisex.  There was a bit of a controversy down here a year or two ago when a group of mothers on Facebook started campaigning to keep men out of "family" bathrooms and I was rather pleased to see they got shut down fairly smartly by Joe Public.  I've been a solo-duty dad out with a toddler and I've enjoyed the "death stare" from other mothers when towing said toddler in to deal with an elimination-related crisis but that was two decades ago and I hope we've moved on.  I can't see a gender-biased disabled toilet resonating with too many folk.  There is already some more progressive government departments that are removing gender labels on all toilets outright.

[Stroller]

10 hours ago, oznl said:

Not so here.

Not in the UK either.  Disabled access facilities are virtually always unisex here, and as far as I know so are baby changing facilities, although there may be some unsigned ones squirrelled away inside female toilets, so I wouldn't see them would I?

[Little Sherri]

Hi, folks, just an update. I'm enjoying a nice Saturday in a puffy plastic diaper, because the kids had to leave early for rehearsals for a Christmas show, so I had the house to myself until an hour ago, when my wife came home to make lunch for the kids and take it back to them. I had (and have) avoided changing out of my night diaper, because its dampness and bulk have attained perfection - it doesn't feel like sitting in a bucket of water, but it is fairly uniformly damp, and very comfortable. Don't get me wrong, I also enjoy the decadent comfort of a soft, dry, puffy diaper, but a dry diaper can kind of disappear off of the radar, unless it's really crinkly. But once it's a bit damp, you're always slightly aware of it.

I think my affinity for this feeling might relate to my childhood experience, wherein I tended to put a diaper on at most an hour or two prior to going to bed, but I never wet it before I fell asleep, so I think it didn't "intrude" on my consciousness at that point, unless we had people over, particularly other kids, in which case I would become hyper self-conscious about any noise or puffiness that might draw attention to my tush. But generally, once it was on, I forgot about it and went about my evening. However, in the morning, it was wet probably 75% of the time, and that was when I was more aware of it, watching morning cartoons if it was a weekend, or eating breakfast before getting ready for school. Pampers then are not the same as they are now - the stuffing wasn't a NASA-grade polymer, it was more akin to shredded tissue and you knew when you were in a wet diaper. 

On days when I didn't have to head out somewhere, I tended to stay in my PJ's and my diaper until later in the morning, and I believe that my ABDL side was already developing by then, because I could have taken my diaper off as soon as I got out of bed, but I tended to wait until someone told me to go get dressed. I related elsewhere on the site today, on someone else's thread, a memory I have of being at Christmas dinner in my PJ's, and my dad saying something like "Good job getting yourself ready ahead of time", and my mom saying that, no, I hadn't changed my clothes from the morning, and then she warned me not to wear the same clothes to bed or I'd get a rash - she was referring to my diaper but she was being nice, and didn't say "diaper" in front of the other kids. 

Speaking of word choice, there was one incident this week of interest with respect to relations with my spouse; she used the C-word for the first time - no, not that C-word, but rather, "change". I was wearing a Depends plastic diaper, which has a blue dotted-line wetness indicator that runs from the front around and part way up the back. They're not great but I have a bag and I've been burning through them in non-critical situations - I generally pair them with a booster so that they last more than 30 minutes. This was late in the morning, the diaper was pretty wet,  and I had just come out of the bathroom, having removed my night clothes, and I was reaching for a pair of jeans I had in a basket at the foot of the bed, so that I could take the dog out, and my wife was standing, folding clothes on her side of the bed, watching TV. As I bent retrieved and the jeans, she said "You should probably change that before you get dressed." I paused for a second, frozen in place, a jolt of electricity passing through me - she hadn't said the "d-word" (diaper), but, this was probably the first time she'd ever referenced the state of my undergarment. Also, I wasn't (and am) not sure if "change" was just a throw-away term for her meaning "to deal with a diaper", or if it was an acknowledgement that I was, in fact, going to change my diaper, not take it off, discard it, and leave it un-replaced. I gave her a cautious glance, but she was staring at the TV, so I said "Yes, good thought", and I tried to look casual as I went into my diaper drawer and pulled another diaper out before going into the bathroom. I came back out in a fresh diaper and pulled my jeans on, but I don't know if she paid attention to that or not - she was engrossed in both her folding, and the TV show she had on. I had planned to stay in that diaper a while longer, but, if the lady requests a fresh diaper, the lady gets a fresh diaper. Who am I to argue. 

[Stroller]

15 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

f the lady requests a fresh diaper, the lady gets a fresh diaper. Who am I to argue.

Quite right.  It hasn't happened to me yet, but I live in hope.

[Little Sherri]

Another quick update; my wife asked me over lunch a few minutes ago to try on some jeans I had purchased over the weekend, suspecting that I might not have purchased the right size, but, dear reader, I had purchased the "right" size, which was deliberately one size larger than I generally wear, because they'll fit better over a diaper. I don't buy a lot of clothes these days but I am trying to "diaper-size" anything I buy moving forward, so that I have the option of wearing a variety of different diapers out of the house - in my older, slim-fitting trousers, I have to wear smaller diapers, and there are really only a couple of options that work for me in that category. 

Anyway, I dropped my jeans, revealing the Bambino diaper I was (and am) wearing, and proceeded to model the two new pairs of jeans for her. She didn't comment on the diaper at all, but, she saw me in a plain white diaper this morning, and this Bambino, with its pink, green and baby blue dinosaur graphics, is quite distinctive, so I have to assume that she knows I've changed out of my night diaper, and put another one on. It being afternoon, I'm obviously not headed to bed anytime soon. We haven't had any conversations about my wearing diapers during the day, other than the "go change" story I reported above, but I have to assume that she's aware of it and that she has come to some sort of terms with it, as I am doing literally nothing to hide it from her, and am only being clandestine when the kids are home.