24/7 startups, and unexpected pitfalls?

[Little Sherri]

On 9/7/2024 at 8:47 PM, oznl said:

On a direct on-topic note, ANY specific preparation for bed-wetting mitigates the risk of it in my experience. 

This appears to have been the case for the trip I just returned from. I brought plastic pants with me, and an "over-diaper" option, which consisted of a couple of pre-fold cloth diapers that I really hoped I would NOT have to find a way to launder, while I was away. 

I had my own hotel rooms and my own rental car, so I was able to at least operate with some privacy in the after-dinner phase of the evenings (aside from hidden motel room cameras, anyway...). I didn't violate any corporate policies with respect to alcohol expenses, either, and that, coupled with what @oznlsaid above, seems to have satisfied the bedwetting Gods. I wore big reliable disposables within the BeDry family, with cloth diapers & plastic pants over them, which, I'm sure, presented an absurd and probably discouraging visual to any would-be digital voyeurs. This was not the droid they were looking for. 

I woke up in damp baby pants a couple of times, but the location of ground zero and the lack of any non-combatant casualties suggests that I did my usual unconscious parlor trick, and rolled over onto my back before throwing the gates open, thus resulting in a damp bum, and no positional leaks. The cloth diapers went home daisy fresh. 

I have to get some of those lined Gary pants on order, it would appear - this getup is far from convenient. 

[Little Sherri]

This is a month of business travel for me, and I am preparing to leave once again, after having been back for only a few days. I used to look forward to periods like this, because it gave me some alone time, in anonymous mid-grade business hotels with words like "suites" and "garden" or "courtyard" in their names, although my room is never a "suite" and most of them don't have courtyards or gardens on the grounds, or not ones worth mentioning, anyway. But, the breakfasts are "continental". 

It's interesting changing gears back and forth, as a diapernaut, between maximum diaper security protocols, and then, coming back to a place where everyone knows I wear diapers. There is always a "thawing out" period, where the first couple of times I walk out of the bathroom in a big ABDL diaper, I feel just a little trepidation, a ladle of self-consciousness. How quickly we go back to old ways of thinking. It reminded me of when I was a kid, and I used to ask my mom to buy me pajamas two sizes too large, and I'd sometimes put shorts or underwear on over my diaper, under my pajamas, if my cousins were staying over, or whatever, hoping that it would disguise the bulk or the sound of my Pampers, when in reality, particularly since I was a skinny kid (not skinny now, I'll note...), all that visual bulk would probably have served to draw attention, rather than deflect it, from my plastic-wrapped midsection. 

I'm heading to the airport in a couple of hours, for another week of sneaking around in my diapers - it will be nice to get home and be able to get back to normal for a bit! I'm hoping after this trip, it will be a few weeks before I have to pack another suitcase. 

[Little Sherri]

I'm back again, and again, preparing for another week of travel. I really have to order some diapers. Well, I don't have to - I still have the equivalent of about 8 cases, or about a 3-4 month supply on hand, but I have burned that down from upward of 16 cases - I've just been too busy, but also, I've been waiting for some decent diaper sales... with minimal success, I might add. Rearz & Incontrol have been advertising sales consistently, but always on things I don't want, like Barnyard-printed onesies or giant, $25 pacifiers. The Barnyard onesie is lovely, don't get me wrong, but what I want is a deal on what I use the most of, which are, of course, the disposables one would wear under such a garment. 

Maybe Black Friday will yield some better offers. Bambino, on the other hand, seems to be almost perpetually running a 35% off sale on actual diapers, which isn't a bad deal, even with the currency conversion... but, whereas I have ordered directly from Bambino before, right now, they seem to only be willing to ship to the US. The vaunted MegaMax, and other NorthShore products, while very effective, remain prohibitively expensive up here in the soon-to-be Frozen North. 

The one exception at Rearz is the discontinued Select, single-tab-per-side vintage Pampers homage diapers, which they have on sale for a song - but I have a love-hate relationship with those. At less than $2 a diaper, they're cheap, almost at store-bought tragic medical diaper pricing, and sometimes, I can get 6-8 hours out of one of them, and they're slim enough to wear in company. BUT, no diaper has dampened the beltlines of more jeans, or the hems of more shirts, because the single-tab design offers either leg security, or, waist security, but not both, at least not on my form. 

In searching my memory banks of a time when I was wearing actual vintage Pampers (which were not, at the time, "vintage"), I don't recall this being an issue. I remember being perplexed by a button-up pajama shirt being wet, while my pajama pants were not, but I think that was a case of having leaked over the top of the diaper while sleeping on my tummy, which did not happen very often, back then - diaper leaks were rare and usually of such low impact that I could just let my bedding auto-dry. 

But Pampers were the real deal, even back then, whereas Rearz is (or was) making a knockoff in an absurdly larger size - performance was secondary to form, I suspect. 

[Little Sherri]

Oh, forgot to mention that my wife called me "Mr. Diaper Pants" last weekend, because I was standing on our bed in just a diaper, cleaning the ceiling fan, an outfit which made perfect sense to me - I was going to take a shower momentarily, and I anticipated getting dusty while I cleaned the fan. 

[Little Sherri]

I'm transferring this over from another thread - I had intended to write of my adventures this morning here, but then I ran into a thread - an old one actually - that asked the question of who among us had woken up wet this morning, and I ended up discharging the words pent up inside me there...

I woke up wet this morning; I recall waking up in the wee hours (pun there) because I had to pee, which is annoying - sometimes I just wet my diaper without waking up, but not this time. I let it happen while I fell back to sleep. I managed to sleep in a bit and got out of bed at 9:30, at which point I realized I was actually pretty wet - I may have wet a second time, or that one time was a notable event. I wet again while I was making coffee, and then when I sat down at the kitchen table, I felt an ominous squelching beneath me that suggested the movement of liquid not entirely entrapped in SAP & stuffing. 

There was nothing to be done in that moment - I became worried that if I got back up, my wife would immediately notice that my chair, or the back of my diaper, was wet, and this would not please her. So I stayed put and read the paper and happily, she brought my breakfast to the table. I only got up to clear the dishes, and I chose a moment when she was distracted by her phone, so I could hazard a glance at my chair... it had visible moisture on it, but not puddles. I took spray cleaner and wiped the table, then gave my chair a quick wipe while she wasn't looking. I know I looked wet but there is a difference between being in a soggy diaper, and being in a soggy diaper leaving residue on the furnishings, so I scooched upstairs to change, which is the juncture I am at now - I've paused to have a look in here, but I have to change because my next wetting event will probably end in a loss of containment. 

I also have a little "other" load on board - very little - but this was not entirely accidental. It was 1 AM and I felt like I had to go, and I was distracted being mildly drunk, looking in on the chat here, and brushing my teeth,  and I usually just let things fly in the #1 department, and somehow that precipitated me leaning into a fart... and something more happened. Not much, though. But I was in an at-the-time only a couple of hours old BeDry Elitecare... sigh. Normally, my deal is, once "that" happens, I change my diaper. But I also normally don't bin 10% used, expensive high-capacity diapers. 

I was tired and well in the embrace of Lady Ethanol, so very uncharacteristically, I just went to bed. This morning, and even now, the remains of the event are entirely undetectable, so I may be imagining things, but last night, I was convinced I'd had a slight loss of containment. We'll see - the time to change is well upon me. 

[Little Sherri]

I woke up this morning in a Mega Inspire+, and thought to myself, "Wow, I wear diapers." 

This will not be breaking news to anyone who had read more of my posts than this one, but it was, if not breaking news, then at least a repeat of an interesting headline, for me, because the Mega Inspire+ is not a page 3 diaper, it prefers to be on page 1. It's gloriously comfortable and absorbent, but not in the new, Euro-inspired slimline way - it's built like an old school, bulky diaper - they say "Overnight" right on the packaging, because this probably isn't the diaper to wear under a tailored suit, unless you were wearing it while the tailoring was being done. 

However, around the house, it works for me as a daytime diaper, because my butt being puffy isn't a headline around here. 

Tailoring a suit is something I may need to contemplate - I need a suit for a wedding, I think... unless I decide to go sport coat and dress pants. The last time I bought a suit, I did wear a diaper under it, but a slim one - I was self-conscious about it being detected by the person who measured me. That suit is a somber affair, however, bought for a funeral - if I decide to get one made for a wedding, I'd probably go a bit cheerier. The question is, guy who wears diapers now, are you man enough (or baby enough) to wear the diaper you'd want to have on, for a booze-soaked celebration with a bunch of people you like, to a fitting? Hmmm.

I was able to relax a bit on my security protocol yesterday, while helping a friend pull down some drywall from a ceiling, to open up a space for a gas line to be run. I knew I was going to get dusty and that if I wore a onesie, dust would get entrapped in it, whereas if I had a t-shirt on, I could shake it out a bit more effectively after standing under a snowstorm of gypsum, generated by an oscillating tool. The guy who owns that house is my friend who has seen my diaper before, and our other buddy, the one who's garage door got entangled with a boat, a fridge and a snowblower, was the other guy on the job - he's seen my diaper, too - when we were sorting out the aforementioned situation. SO, it was interesting getting dressed for this date... I put on old, paint-stained cargo shorts, and an old t-shirt with stains on it from pool chlorine. All of that went over an Incontrol Essential - a white plastic Rearz diaper, the precursor to the BeDry. 

And essential is a decent daytime weight diaper, but it's not at the slimmer end of the spectrum, more in the middle, and the size I was wearing - XL - goes a fair way up my back, so under normal circumstances, I'd probably be wearing a onesie over it. It was interesting and slightly freeing to put on that plastic diaper, and then "getting dirty" street clothes overtop of it, and head over to get dusty and sweaty, and thence, to drink beer, with some friends, and not really consider any security protocols. Even my buddy's wife knows I wear diapers. 

This must be what it's like for a celebrity to go for a jog in a foreign country - "My God, no security, no cameras, no trailing team of handlers... I'm just out in the world, anonymous, unremarkable, free..." 

So it went. I did not gratuitously engage in diaper exposure, but I shook my shirt out and I raised my hands above my head and I bent over or squatted down, as necessary, and gave no thought to the tail of white plastic that may have, at some points, been visible. It didn't matter. 

I guess I'm talking about thinking about not thinking about something, which is like a snake eating its tail, but, in the moment, I had whimsical stretches of unconscious being, just joking around and busting open a ceiling and picking up debris, and then I'd feel my diaper shift, and I'd become self-aware again, for a moment. "Oh yeah, I'm wearing a diaper... interesting."

I wonder if that's what it will be like, when I live in a retirement home (assuming I live that long) - will I wander the halls with my walker, shirt untucked, diaper visibility unconsidered, finally in a community where being diapered is pretty much par for the course...? 

[Little Sherri]

I'm in a Critter Caboose today; it has a pretty similar feel to the Mega Inspire+ from yesterday, although it looks considerably more absurd. It may be slightly less bulky, but I'm not sure that's accurate. 

It's interesting, in contemplating the contents of my diaper drawer, how many more of them are white, these days, than used to be the case. When I first came back to "this", I was constrained by the fact that I didn't know that ABDL was a thing, let alone an industry, so all the actual diapers I could get my hands on were white medical diapers decorated with such whimsical themes as yellow or green wetness indicators, and maybe some purple, yellow or green print denoting the make and size - Tena L or what have you. The only printed products I could find where adolescent pull-ups that I could barely squeeze into, and that didn't function very well as actual diapers. Although I liked them better than the sad medical pull-ups that could be had from off the store shelves, which looked like someone's grandmother's knickers.

Then, I discovered Rearz, as well as this site, almost at the same time, and my mind was blown. I walked into the Rearz store in Waterloo (long since closed), and I skipped up and down the aisles, picking out printed products that harkened back to the big brand toddler diapers I had yearned for, as an 11-15 year-old, in the years after I outgrew most of what was available in normal stores. At one point, close to all of my inventory was printed diapers, with the exception of my "gym diapers", which were (and are) slim Prevail or Tena breathable medical diapers that work under gym clothes. 

Now, here I am, all grown up, at least in terms of my DL experiences, and I've noticed that a bit more than half of my diapers are white - now that I wear them all the time, everywhere, the novelty of the prints has somewhat worn off, and meanwhile, function has become my most important consideration, and next to that, probably price. Don't get me wrong, there will always be a place in my collection for printed diapers - eliciting an eye-roll from my wife is one of the joys of my existence - but now that wearing diapers is my not-so-new normal, I'm becoming more "adult" in my selections, when it comes to my daily diapers. 

Added to that is, perhaps, my preparations for the next level of being in diapers: being "openly" in diapers. By that, I don't mean going around, looking for opportunities for indecent exposure charges; what I mean is, having family that know I wear diapers (check), having some friends that know I wear diapers (check), wearing diapers to things like RMT or chiropractic appointments (check, but only once), wearing them in medical settings (check - I've been in a diaper for a few medical scans), and wearing them to doctors appointments, for which I get only a half checkmark, because I once had to drop my pants in front of doc while wearing a pull-up, but I have not yet had to do that in an actual diaper. 

For all of the above circumstances, I can't imagine wearing a diaper with a juvenile print on it - it would just seem gratuitous, and might raise questions that I don't want have to answer. Maybe if they come out with diapers that have, say, sports teams on them, or trains, or I don't know, boats or fishing rods or classic cars - maybe then, I'd wear a printed diaper to a doctor's appointment, but pink winged ponies... I'm not there yet. Kudos to those of you who are able to be that real, all the time, everywhere! 

[Little Sherri]

Coincidentally, the Critter Caboose came up in a thread that our esteemed host (Mr. Mikey, aka @DailyDi himself) started, regarding the print being too babyish. I responded to him that I had cringed a bit, the first time I put one on and waddled past the Eye of Sauron (my wife). I've since adjusted to looking ridiculous. For the most part - more anon. 

Funny enough, I had an experience last night that brought this into greater focus for me, not Critter Caboose related, but rather, ABU's Little Kings.

The setting: I'd gone up to my room after sitting in my office from roughly 8:30 AM, to 8:30 PM - it was that kind of day. I was wearing a Critter Caboose I'd put on at bedtime the day before, so I'd been in it for about 22 hours, and it was past the point of failure, although I didn't know that until I stood up to put my shorts on and head back into the house, and realized that putting my shorts on would immediately imperil them, because my chair was wet - my diaper had been silently and discretely leaking under my arse for a while, as I navigated mile-deep spreadsheets. I briefly contemplated just walking over to the house in my diaper, sans shorts, but that would involve crossing the driveway. I decided against that, and instead, paper-toweled the excess wetness from my plastic derrière, and pulled my shorts over the sagging mess I was wearing.

I went into the kitchen for but a moment, to drop some dishes off, and noted that my wife and my daughter were baking something. I didn't stick around - I was one wetting away from "A River Runs Through It", and feared I smelled lightly of stale pee. I went straight up to my bedroom and let my nappy run into the arms of gravity, before choosing my next victim, the aforementioned Little Kings, which is a diaper I don't wear very often, because they're expensive novelty indulgences, and not "daily diapers", despite them being actually a reasonable midrange product for people with leaky plumbing, which I am pretending to be. 

I took my new diaper into the solitude of our ensuite bathroom, and then I had a luxurious few minutes to myself. I read an article in the paper on the porcelain throne that I had not graced since early that morning, then I took a nice, hot shower, and shaved and clipped my fingernails. 

Over the din of the bathroom fan, I heard what sounded like the TV on in our bedroom, and assumed that my wife had made the journey up, leaving my daughter to clean up the dishes, which is the usual deal when they bake. We buy the ingredients, she gets to eat the results, she has to clean up. 

I put my new diaper on, and opened the bathroom door... to discover that a party had been scheduled in my room. My wife and daughter were Facetiming my other daughter, away at school, while sitting on the bed, and they were jointly watching a TV show together. I came walking into this scene wearing only that ABU, mid-2000's Pampers Cruiser lookalike, and my wife turned her iPad towards me and said "And Mr. Baby Pants is now joining the party...", causing me to freeze on the spot and feel an inner panic that I have not experienced in a while. My eyes went wide, and I guess my wife figured out what was going through my mind, because she said "Chill out, it's just (redacted)...", and then they went back to their viewing party. 

I quickly went over to my closet and threw on a robe. In that moment, though, I had the same thought that Mr. Mikey had... This diaper is pretty babyish. Which isn't something that normally bothers me, but then again, I'm normally not being telecast to other cities thusly attired. Note to self - bring the robe into the bathroom, from now on. 

[Little Sherri]

Here is where the rubber meets the road, for those of you who might harbour the viewpoint that I've crafted the perfect life over here, skipping around in my glorious ABDL diapers, consequence-free. Okay, nobody who has read much of what I've written likely believes that. But if you're new to this thread...

My wife can be a bit of a hoarder. Not in the dead cats and forgotten groceries under the rubble, TV show kind of way, but, she never wants to get rid of anything, and can come up with amazing reasons why we shouldn't. Call it "clean hoarding". We dust the stuff, but, there is still a lot of stuff in certain areas of my house. We are currently in the largest house we have ever occupied, and presumably, with one kid away at school and another in high school, and no plans for creating any more, this is it, we've reached our zenith - barring a lottery win, it's downsizing from here. SO, as stuff comes into the house, if we don't want to eventually displace ourselves, and most of the air, stuff has to leave in equal or greater amounts. She is not good at that part, whereas I am ruthless and experience glee when I donate something, or hear it hit the bottom of the giant dumpsters at the waste transfer site. 

I was pointing this out to her - the fact that we have rooms that are starting to look crowded and are in disuse, because there's too much stuff in them, and that there are limits to artful arranging, and eventually, we'll be putting shelves in front of shelves, and the "living room" will become the "archives."

She looked pointedly down at my midsection, which was wrapped in an end-of-life ABU Little Kings, and said, "Well, we all have our challenges..." 

I wasn't standing there in just the diaper - I had nylon athletic shorts on over it - but my silhouette had "saggy diaper" written all over it, and the waistline had done that thing where it folds over the top of your shorts or trousers, so there was a line of exposed diaper edging at the front. I felt very exposed, in that moment, and wished I'd worn more substantial clothes. Or a plain white diaper. Or boxer shorts. 

We ricocheted quickly from Ying to Yang, however, when, not a half hour later, she pointed to the dining room table, and said, "Oh, by the way, I picked up some things you're getting low on."

There, sitting at the edge of the table, were a couple of bottles of mouthwash, a bottle of vitamin D, and... two tubs of diaper cream. 

[Little Sherri]

I had some slight wardrobe self-consciousness moments this morning; I went out for drinks with a buddy last night, and I wore a BeDry Elitecare to bed, under some plastic pants. I woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over onto my back to pee, just to make sure I didn't suffer a positional leak in my friend's guest bedroom. I got up this morning, and the diaper was a put puffy out back, but still had lots of life in it, and I had some shorts in a fairly heavy material with me, so I decided to just roll with that diaper, and not go down to something lighter - my friend and his wife know I wear diapers anyway, so hanging out with them for a little while in the morning didn't stress me out. It's kind of freeing not to worry about if there's a whisper of crinkling to my motions, although the shorts I'd intended to have on do mute plastic diapers pretty well.

But, I actually think my friend's wife might have heard my diaper when I walked over to the bathroom to brush my teeth, before I got dressed for public viewing - at that point, I had light athletic "emergency backup" shorts on, that I carry with me and leave on the bedside table whenever I'm sleeping anywhere but home, in case the smoke alarm goes off at 3 AM or something, and I need to hurriedly dress in the dark and not be fumbling around for pants and a belt. Anyway, I was wearing those shorts, which do not mute the diaper, and I crunch-crunch-crunched across the hall from the bedroom to the bathroom, not knowing that she was sitting just around the corner from that hallway, silently reading in an armchair. I heard "Good morning, Sherri...(not my actual name), want some coffee?", and I startled slightly, peered around the corner, said good morning, yes please, and then crinkle-crunch-crinkled into the bathroom. 

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then opened the door to her standing in the hall with a cup of coffee, which she handed me, and then she invited me over to their kitchen for a croissant, and to look at a video someone had posted to Instagram. SO, there I was, following her around the main living area of their house, in a big diaper under light shorts. I was going to make an excuse to go back and put my real clothes on, but then their kids, in their later teens, came out and started chatting with us, so I took a seat, which seemed like the safest thing to do, but it was on a barstool at their island, so I kept making sure my t-shirt was down over my lower back. Then my buddy came out, had a coffee, and we all talked, and at some point I realized I had to get ready to leave, and I could not "wait out" the crowd that had formed in their kitchen - they were planning to hang out. So, I had to stand up, and while trying to appear totally normal, walk as quietly as I could back to my room. At least at that point the noise in the room from people talking was lowering the chances that the background noises my diaper was making would rise to the level of notice. But I felt like I had a puffy butt. 

Them's the breaks, I guess. Then came break two:

I put on my more substantial shorts, came back out, said goodbye, and left to go pick up something I'd ordered in a store, a town over from where we live, and when I waddled into there, having stopped to buy a second coffee on the road, and having released my first coffee into my diaper, I ran into a former colleague from work, which was totally unexpected. Normally, I pretty much utterly forget I wear diapers, moment to moment, but, I spent a good part of this morning thinking about them, because there I was, in a conversation with a person that, the last time I'd chatted with them, I was 99.9% likely to not have been wearing a substantial disposable diaper. 

Eventually we parted ways and I waddled back to my car, and now I'm back at home base, in just a diaper and a t-shirt, for the moment, although those light athletic shorts will go back on while I cut my lawn. I'm pretty sure the din from the lawn tractor will drown out any diaper sounds I might be emitting. 

Regarding waking up to reposition before peeing, I also did that trick earlier this week - I was in a Rearz Barnyard and I'd been drinking fizzy water and watching TV with my wife in our room, prior to going to bed, so I probably drank more than I usually do before falling asleep, although alcohol was not a factor. In the wee hours of the morning (ha ha), I woke up to the feeling of wetness really high up on my tummy, and I realized that I had already rolled onto my back, but that Mr. Happy was pointed at high noon in my nappy, so I'd just started to wet the waistband zone of my diaper. I hurriedly jammed my hand awkwardly in there and repositioned the firehose, but I can't stop peeing once I start, these days, so I still had to get up, as I peed, and walk to the bathroom to wash my hands. 

I think that my subconscious and the Universe is trying to lull me into a false sense of security, so that I can decadently soak a bed somewhere inconvenient. Again. 

[Little Sherri]

Have you ever forgotten what diaper you put on? This happened to me this morning. I got up, hit the ground running, ate breakfast as I was getting into the car, drove to a city about 2 hours from here on a goodwill mission, then I jumped back in the car, hightailed it back, and ended up having to stop in a coffee shop parking lot to do a meeting because of traffic - there was no way to get back to my office. 

I ordered another coffee - uncharacteristically, my third for the day - and sat in a meeting in the car, trying to balance airflow with as few hornets as possible buzzing about me, via adjustments to the windows. I was dribbling absentmindedly away, as is my usual mode of operation, and then a question occurred to me... what diaper had I put on in the dark in my bedroom, trying not to wake up my wife, before I left? I remembered what I'd gone to bed in - a BeDry Elitecare - but I had taken it off because it was too bulky to wear under work clothes. On a sidenote, I woke up dry, so that diaper will see a rare second shift, probably shortly. 

But what the hell had I put on? I ran a hand down inside my beltline at the hip; it felt plastic. However, I couldn't go visually exploring while on camera. Hmmm... plastic, medium bulk.. felt like it was wet through a good part of its forward construction, but no enormous inflation at the front... Lil' Splash? Lil' Monster? Something medium-duty. 

Once the call was over, I had a quick peak downunder, and saw that I wasn't too far off base - it was an Incontrol Essential, a white, tape-on Rearz plastic-backed product that is very similar in weight to the Lil' Monster/Splash/Bella line. 

I'm back home, still in it, and not wearing trousers anymore, because I think I'm close to the end of the runway with this diaper. But it was interesting to genuinely not know, for a few minutes, what the hell I'd put on. Sort of like opening a Christmas present, but one with pee in it. 

[Little Sherri]

I was able to use our collective knowledge for some good this week; a friend of mine is going through something similar to what I went through a while back, with respect to the reality that some of use are in the "sandwich generation", taking care of both our kids, and, our parents. 

His mom's in the hospital, and she was the primary caregiver for his dad, who has been experiencing slowly-advancing dementia for a few years. The stress of the situation has either pushed him over the edge, or, they weren't accurately portraying how he was doing, because he moved in with his dad... and promptly realized that his dad was peeing his pants. 

So, he did what the advertisements suggest, and he went and bought some Depends pull-ups. You can picture the rest. He hired a PSW to periodically come in to assist, and that person, with their professional experience, said "You're going to have to be checking and changing these every three hours or so..." 

Which is a nightmare for all involved. Dad becomes a toddler having his pants checked almost on the hour, and suffering the indignity of half a dozen pull-up changes a day, all involving fully disrobing below the waist, which is physically difficult for both of them, because his dad is in his 90's and isn't a small man. Pops is still making it to the washroom for #2, and hasn't completely lost his faculties, so he's aware that this a new and unwelcome aspect of his relationship with his children, a reversal of roles. 

Enter Captain Diapers (me), with some handy advice - I gave him a list of decent hook/loop tab products that will take their changing schedule and consumption rate down to 2-3 per day, from 6+, will no longer require physical confirmation of the pants being damp (the grey Depends basically don't show anything until they fail, no wetness indicator), and, they can be managed without taking off the poor guy's shoes and pants (he wears shoes everywhere - fall risk). The hatch can be blown and reclosed as necessary, either by my buddy, or his dad, and he can assist with closure, as he has to assist with closing the guy's pants, in any case. Pops will likely be willing to trade a downgrade in visual discretion, for not having to be naked below the waist every three house. 

Also, him sleeping in the pull-ups is a nightmare - he soaks his bedding every other night, basically. My buddy was going to go buy the Depends tabbed diapers for nighttime duty... just no. No. Don't even burn the gas to go get them - you will regret every drop. 

He has no idea what they were doing before he arrived on the scene, except to say that there were no incontinence products anywhere in the house.

in other "news", my wife was sorting her laundry and made the following observation:

"Oh, here's one of your baby shirts!" which she then threw onto my side of the bed. Previously she's called them "all-over thingies" or "all-in-one shirts", and maybe she's said "diaper shirt", but "baby shirt" is new. And, while not entirely inaccurate - yes, babies wear those - that term doesn't tell the whole story. The one she found was a very sober, black affair - I suppose a baby might wear it to a funeral? It definitely wasn't ABDL gear. I have contemplated buying a gloriously-decorated onesie from time to time, but I can't think of any opportunity I would have to wear it - I really only wear those things when I want my infantile underwear to NOT unexpectedly make a debut as outerwear, so, covering up my absurd, toddler-themed baby pants with an absurd, toddler-themed onesie would be defeating its purpose. 

And around the house, I usually just wear a diaper, so covering that with a juvenile-themed onesie is putting a hat on a hat, no?

[justforfun]

1 hour ago, Little Sherri said:

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Enter Captain Diapers (me), with some handy advice - I gave him a list of decent hook/loop tab products [...]

Was this one of your friends that is already aware of your choice of under-garment, so your knowledge of the options wasn't a surprise?  Or were you helpfully "pulling a list of items off the new AI helper I was trying out?"

[Little Sherri]

1 hour ago, justforfun said:

Was this one of your friends that is already aware of your choice of under-garment, so your knowledge of the options wasn't a surprise?  Or were you helpfully "pulling a list of items off the new AI helper I was trying out?"

No, this is a buddy that I'm 100% sure did not know that as we were discussing diapers, I was wearing one. He's a more distant friend, geographically - I ended up having the conversation with him because I met him at his parents' house in another city, to help him sort out a minor electrical problem they were having. He's been living there because of their situation. 

I was able to lean on my own experience with my parents, which he was aware of, so I could say "I learned from my experience with my parents that off-the-shelf Depends from the supermarket are not your friend... here's a local supplier that carries decent quality products." 

Rather than saying "I know from wearing diapers for the last half decade, which ones work and which ones don't.... See this one...? (pulls diaper out from under shirt) This is called a Mermaid's Tale, and truly is one of the better products on the market, although it looks like it was designed by little girls... "

I have three friends who know I wear diapers, and so far that has worked out remarkably well - we are currently planning a couple of trips for the fall and the spring, so they don't seem to mind the idea of sharing hotel rooms and condos with me, and in general, it seems like nothing has changed in our relationships (although my one buddy's wife did put a waterproof mattress cover on their guest bed...). 

But, I can't assume that will be the case with everyone I know, so I am still keeping this on a need-to-know basis.

[Little Sherri]

I had an unexpected conversation with my sister last night... it turns out she has a compromising picture of me? 

Well, I'm exaggerating slightly. It would not be currently compromising. I doubt if anyone who didn't know my family would even know it was me, because I was 7, by the date of the picture, and it was taken from behind - my face isn't visible. But I knew it was me, first of all because I recognized the pajamas I was wearing - plaid pajama pants in red and green, and then a plaid button-up pajama shirt with giant plastic buttons on it (although you can't see the front of my shirt in the picture). Second, I recognize the living room, the corner of which is dominated by a Christmas tree. We had a giant burgundy couch that is unmistakable, and a coffee table with legs that looked like Roman columns, that did not fit in with any of our other furniture - I remember it well. 

The picture was taken on a Polaroid camera - my sister, who would have been 11 at the time, had been asking for one for a couple of years. This was the era when pictures were taken on film that you then brought in for development, and you generally waited a few days to find out how many of your 12 or 24 photos were worth keeping, and how many were marred by your thumb or by some technical problem. There were a few 1 hour photo places, if I recall correctly, but those were for Hollywood A-listers. We just dropped ours off at the Black's, and went back to retrieve them the next time we were at that plaza. 

That Christmas, I got a bike, a BMX lookalike. My younger brother got something relatively big - he was 4 so I think it was his ride-on Tonka dump truck. It's not in the picture so I can't say for sure. My sister got that camera, which I think was pink. 

I recall my parents warning us, and my sister, not to run around willy-nilly snapping Polaroids of everything in sight, because the film was expensive - it amounted to $1 per shot, which was a lot of money at a time when a combo at McDonalds was less than $3. And I think that was my sister's great disappointment with the gift - she ran through the film they gave her, then had to wait for her birthday, more than half a year later, to get more of it. 

But, she was willing to expend one shot on me. Specifically, it is a picture, taken from behind and above, of 7-year-old me, squatting in front of the Christmas tree, fishing a present out from under the lower branches, with a very obvious diaper bulge at the back of my pajamas, and a thin but unmistakable band of white running across my lower back, above my pajama pants. The forensic diaper analyst lens I can now bring to the picture suggests that the waistband was folded in on itself, possibly by my attempting to tuck my diaper into my pants, which I used to do reflexively. 

I was amazed that she still had the picture, and I now have it as well, in a manner of speaking, because she texted it to me - that's how the conversation started. 

The paranoid side of me goes on to raise further questions... why this photo? Why now? I've been spending more time with her over the last couple of years than I had for the previous couple of decades - we used to see each other twice a year, and now it's more like monthly. And, obviously, I've been in diapers for all of those visits, including some where I was consulting on work she wants done at her house - clambering around HVAC & plumbing in her basement. Did she see or hear something...? 

Also, how many people did she show this picture to, back when we were kids, and rivals? She was the oldest kid but I was the oldest boy, and as far as I was concerned, that made us equals. Whereas she saw herself as part of the executive team, a VP to my parents' CEO and CFO roles, while my brother and I were shop hands. I saw it more as, she was VP of Girl Stuff, and I was VP of Boy Stuff, and my brother was a trainee who reported up through me. 

Although I suppose if she needed evidence with which to humiliate me, she only had to walk about 10 feet over to my bedroom, and pull a diaper out of the box on my closet floor. Which she did, on at least one occasion - once, after we argued about something, I found one of my diapers placed in behind my curtains, leaning on my bedroom window, upright, visible from the street, for anyone who cared to look carefully, although from outside of the house, what it was was probably far from obvious. But that caused me to pull all of her bras from the dryer and throw them back in the washer, a couple of days later. Take that. 

If anyone was shown the photo, it's immaterial now, and would actually lend credence to my theory that my abject terror at being identified as a kid who still wore diapers was largely misplaced - it would not have been the end of the world, I would not have had to go into witness protection, and in fact, most of my aunts and uncles and some of my cousins probably did know something. But at the time, I thought that it was the most carefully kept secret outside of the truth behind the John F. Kennedy assassination, strictly a need-to-know arrangement between my mom, my dad, and myself, with my brother and sister being the most obvious security risks. 

[Little Sherri]

Weird weekend... I, as a pudgy middle-aged man, do not generally elicit much groping. However, this weekend so far, I have had my ass patted twice. First, daughter gave me a smack on the ass yesterday, as I walked by her, a result of a jocular ass-smacking that my wife had given her when they brushed up against each other in the kitchen. She knows I wear diapers, so it wasn't a massive breach of security, but still, I wasn't expecting it, and anytime someone makes contact back there, and I hear the plastic "whack", my cheeks turn red. 

Then, tonight, a very good friend of mine, who was in town on a family emergency, gave me a drunken hug, and then, as we parted ways, she gave me an energetic smack on the butt that I utterly was not expecting, and then she dove into a cab with a wave when I turned on my heel to look at her. She 100% landed a full-contact smack on my diapered bum. 

[Little Sherri]

Maybe it was the unexpected ass groping that I received from my friend that precipitated this, but I had easily the most "erotic" diaper dream I've ever had, last night. I was well anesthetized by IPA & Imperial Stout, so I don't recall a lot of it, more's the pity. First of all, most of my diaper dreams are not sexual. They are usually confusing, or involve either inevitable humiliation, threats to privacy, or, the happy pairing of a need, and a place, to pee. 

However, in this dream, which I only recall snippets of, I was, first of all, wearing an ABDL diaper. Again, for whatever reason, my diaper dreams generally have me wearing either something indistinct that could be a stand-in for any plastic underpants you'd care to name, or, less commonly, a specific, but usually white product. I'd have to comb through my recounting of them - maybe a printed diaper got in here or there, but I can't recall it right now. 

This was not an identifiable ABDL diaper - I don't know which one it was - but it had a very baby-themed print on it. Maybe it was a Bambino diaper. It was very wet, in the dream. I remember being embarrassed about how wet it was, and also embarrassed by the print, and, for the trifecta, embarrassed about laying on a bed, with my t-shirt pulled up, and a pacifier in my mouth. An unidentified female (thankfully) walked over, and seemed to be preparing to change my diaper. I was both dreading, and eagerly anticipating it, because in the dream, I thought to myself, "Wow, it's been forever since someone actually changed me, but God do I look ridiculous right now... but it will be nice to be out of this soaked diaper."

I remember thinking that the polite thing to do would be to dispose of my wet diaper myself, rather than having her do it, but I didn't know how a giant, sopping-wet nappy was to be dealt with in that place I didn't recognize, and I didn't know how to ask, so I just laid there. 

It never actually happened, in the dream - I woke up, and it was 8 in the morning. I wet my diaper - that part was real - and went back to sleep for another hour, trying to summon that lady back, but apparently she had another appointment. 

Looking back on my earlier post, from 2 AM, which I typed when I was very drunk, I still have to process the fact that my friend smacked me on the ass. She didn't react in any way that would lead me to believe she detected anything, but she was drunk, and so was I. I was wearing a Rearz Lil' Monster, so not a gigantic diaper, but also not not a real, plastic diaper of some bulk. Palpitating my own ass afterwards, I definitely know I was kneading a diaper, but if that's not what she was expecting to encounter, and her observational skills were also blunted by alcohol... I may never know. Unless she says something to my wife. 

[Little Sherri]

My spare time lately seems to have coincided with the update schedule for the site. It's just as well, I guess. It takes the passage of at least a small amount of time for "events" to transpire that are worth writing about. If any of this is worth writing about - I'm picturing in my head the day a vanilla psychologist happen upon this thread, maybe while doing a research project on paraphilias, and they think to themselves, "Jesus, this guy wrote a million words about his underpants..."

Anyway, back to my underpants. Happenings of note... I wore a Mega Inspire+ for 24 straight hours. The temperature here has dropped noticeably, IE it's starting to feel like Canada in October does. It went down to 4 C last night (about 39 F). I was working outside, winterizing and cleaning up around the yard, and I ended up being out there for a few hours, blissfully dribbling away in the crisp air of a fall night. When I finally went into a heated space, I thought to myself, "Phew, it was colder than I realized out there...". And then I sat down, and the sagging, sodden mass below me, consisting of a then-23+ hour old diaper, pressed up against my rear, and, egad! It was like sitting down on a cold, damp towel. Normally, the inside of my diapers stay at about the temperature of the inside of me - you don't get a lot of evaporative cooling in a plastic diaper. Breathable ones can change temperature a bit more. But I guess it was so wet, and my jeans were hanging a bit low as well - that the stuffing gave some of its heat to the night air. 

On a separate, and slightly grimmer note... ever get a paper cut on your tallywhacker? Apparently I did? Not sure how. My working theory is that the outside edge of the front of my diaper got tucked in, and then somehow abraded the front of Mr. Happy while I slept. I woke up this morning, and did my usual morning routine of dribbling whatever the night produced that I did not dispense, into my diaper while I made coffee for myself and my wife. I read the paper, ate some breakfast, then went to drop #2 into the porcelain throne. When I opened my diaper, a BeDry, I saw... blood!?! Not much. But a little is still to much. I had noted that peeing, earlier, had a slight sting to it, but that happens now and again, for whatever reason. 

It's either the edge of the diaper, or the elastic of my plastic pants, but I don't know how the elastic of my plastic pants could have gotten that far down inside my diaper. Or I did it when I was changing myself, and I didn't notice. Which is hard to imagine, but here we are. 

It seems fine this morning. Maybe a slight "twinge" to it, having spent the day in the confines of my diaper, but there isn't really any way around that. 

[jeremy12312]

3 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

When I opened my diaper, a BeDry, I saw... blood!?!

My god. This happenened to me a couple weeks ago, too, and after I calmed myself down from the possibility of having penis cancer, I realized it, too, had to have been some kind of abrasion. 

[Little Sherri]

12 hours ago, jeremy12312 said:

My god. This happenened to me a couple weeks ago, too, and after I calmed myself down from the possibility of having penis cancer, I realized it, too, had to have been some kind of abrasion. 

Living with three women, as I do, I can't help but imagine that any women reading this (all two of them...) would be laughing into their coffees this morning, at our recoiling at the sight of a smudge of blood from "the area."  Yes, men are notably sensitive to that...

[Little Sherri]

I was testing the waters with my wife again, over how "normal" and, maybe, "incontrovertible", my wearing diapers is these days, by opening up a discussion I've had here in a couple of places recently. This line of conversation had its dangers, but I was drawn into it by the slightly titillating feeling of just openly discussing the fact that one of us wears diapers, as though we were discussing which shampoo to buy. 

I'd just had a case of diapers delivered, and interestingly, my wife remarked on the fact that she had noticed, correctly, that fewer cases were being dropped off, generally, than had been the case. I still have an inventory that occupies two full shelves in the basement, which, in her eyes, is one shelf too many - she had cleared a shelf for me, expressly for diapers, and seemed to expect that the diapers would politely stay in their assigned territory, but we had other shelves in other places that were not well organized, so I easily transplanted the Christmas decorations, and annexed more territory, in response to a tempting sale prices. So, I assume that she has not concluded that I use fewer diapers, it just seems that I've been buying fewer of them. I expected this to please her. 

"There just haven't been any good sales for a while, so I'm burning through what I stocked up on, back when 25% or 50% off sales were happening a few times a year, at my preferred suppliers. I suppose I'll have to relent eventually, but I just can't abide by a dollar cost average of, say, $4 or $5 a diaper, when I use two or three a day, every day. I need to occasionally score a screaming deal on a few cases, to drag the average down to something like $3, which I can live with. I'm allowed to have a $10-a-day discretionary habit. You spend that much on coffee and bubble tea." 

Her response was interesting. I am paraphrasing here (as I did above), but it went along the lines of: "I've been trying to make more coffee at the house, because everything has gotten more expensive... Hmmm.. you say you use two or three diapers a day, plus, you also use one overnight, right?"

Me: "That's included in the total, most days. I wear two or three diapers in 24 hours."

Her: "Okay, still. If they're not going on sale anymore, than is there any way you can cut back?"

This was an unexpected and unwelcome direction for the chat. I was not looking for ways to cut down on my diaper spending, just looking for ways not to increase it. It's not like she doesn't go drop the same amount of money on whatever she wants to - I don't audit her discretionary spending, but I know that miracle hair elixirs and age-defying creams made from seal fetuses make their way into the house, and that they are not cheap. 

Me: "I'm cutting back mainly by buying better diapers - they last longer. I've spend the occasional day entirely in one diaper, if we have nowhere to be and nobody coming over. But they're bulky diapers so I can't wear those all the time. I can't cut back how much I use them, unless I want to cut back on drinking, which I do not."

Her: "Hmmm... what about cloth diapers? I know you have some. Why don't you wear those more?"

I could feel my face reddening, as I considered what she'd said, and my response. "Well, I do have cloth diapers - only a few. They're a bit more work, but also, if I'm going to be totally honest here... I'm kind of embarrassed about wearing them. I feel like you maybe roll your eyes a bit more when I'm in plastic pants. And they're kind of big and obvious. And there will be diapers in the laundry stream..."

"I wash and fold your baby shirts. I don't care if there are cloth diapers mixed in there, as long as they're, uh, fresh, when they're done. And I don't know where you get the impression that I think any differently about cloth diapers than I do about any other kind of diapers. Diapers are diapers. Are you telling me that a cloth diaper is more embarrassing than the daycare prints on your Pampers?"

Now, my cheeks were burning - they're burning again, even as I type this. She made reference to baby shirts and Pampers, in one sentence. And, "daycare prints" - she's invented a new term. 

Then, dear reader, this went even further in an unexpected direction. I felt like I was being asked to unexpected star in a soft-core diaper video.

I'd just come home from spending the night at a buddy's place and drinking whiskey at 2 AM, and I was in a pretty wet BeDry that I was contemplating changing, but maybe after I cut the grass, since leaks on the lawnmower in clothes I'll be washing anyway, are consequence free. 

Her: "Were you about to change your diaper?"

Me, not wanting to admit that I might have been fine with staying in my yellowish, slightly saggy diaper: "Yeah, probably."

Her: "And what are you doing today?"

Me, warry of a trap, but not the kind of trap I ended up in: "Cutting the lawn, cleaning up the garage - I have stuff on the agenda. I'm not looking for an assignment."

Her: "Well, put on a cloth diaper."

Me: "Now?" (heart beating a little faster...)

Her: "Why not? I'll wait here. You can come and show me."

Me, cheeks burning red, unsure if I wanted to be told what to do in this regard, but also compelled to comply, just because she was engaging me so much on the topic, which is very, very rare. "Okay..."

So, I did it. Under her gaze, I went to my other diaper drawer, the one with my "baby shirts", cloth diapers, and plastic pants in it, and I pulled out a white prefold cloth diaper, and my least absurd, blue-themed nursery print (daycare print...) plastic pants, and I walked over to the bathroom, closed the door, and diapered myself. 

Heart pounding, I opened up the door, carrying my balled-up disposable, and waddled over to put it into my diaper can. 

Her: "See? No reaction. I think your baby pants are cute. Wear those more, okay? Whenever you feel like it. And I'll try and make more coffee at home."

With that, she gave me a swat on my plastic pants and walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. I don't know what I was expecting - it surely wasn't going to turn into a romantic interlude - but I felt like we'd been on the cusp of something. 

I pulled on some shorts (I refuse to acknowledge that the shorts weather is largely behind us...), and now here I am, in my cloth diaper, mostly dry, typing this, and then I'll figure out if I want to cut the lawn, or if I should rake the leaves into the middle of it first, for better mulching. AND, I saw my neighbours out on their lawn, so I'll be saying high to them at some point, too. In this cloth diaper. So, no raking. Better to wave to them while seated on the mower. 

[LGGrace]

Aww, I think the whole interaction between you and your wife was adorable. She is a keeper for sure and no more hang ups about wearing cloth diapers at home too.

[Stroller]

15 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

Her: "See? No reaction. I think your baby pants are cute. Wear those more, okay? Whenever you feel like it. And I'll try and make more coffee at home."

With that, she gave me a swat on my plastic pants and walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. I don't know what I was expecting - it surely wasn't going to turn into a romantic interlude - but I felt like we'd been on the cusp of something. 

Oh that's brilliant.  Welcome to the club!

[Little Sherri]

Well, domestic bliss, like bananas on the counter, can't last forever, and the fruit flies of discord came circling later that day. Or, to me direct, my wife went crazy, as she sometimes does, while preparing for the onslaught of Thanksgiving dishes and visitors (this weekend is Thanksgiving for Canadians). I try to stay out of her way and just "do the needful", when she's in military campaign mode, but then she verbally machinegunned her parents, and when my daughter objected, she started machinegunning her, and I had to step into the fray, being the one person in the household who at least theoretically matches her in rank, if not in ranker. 

Which left me standing there in my big soggy cloth diaper, trying to be the adult in the room. It is in those moments that I sometimes wish I had a sober, grey man pull-up on, rather than plastic pants festooned with cartoon characters, but, that's the deal I made with myself, and the Universe, in deciding to wear diapers all the time, rather than snorting opioids, to elevate my moods, so, here we are. 

Eventually, she calmed down. 

Today, we have the people coming over, so I am not wearing a giant cloth diaper. I'm still in the Rearz Select that I slept in, because I woke up luxuriantly late in the morning, and fairly dry. I will be taking a shower and then probably putting on a BeDry, before the festivities (and the wine drinking) commence, later this afternoon. 

[jeremy12312]

On 10/11/2024 at 7:45 AM, Little Sherri said:

Living with three women, as I do, I can't help but imagine that any women reading this (all two of them...) would be laughing into their coffees this morning, at our recoiling at the sight of a smudge of blood from "the area."  Yes, men are notably sensitive to that...

Well, of course, there's a difference between things that are SUPPOSED to bleed, and those that aren't.  At least that's what I try to tell my wife.