24/7 startups, and unexpected pitfalls?

[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.

[Little Sherri]

Here I am, on a "return to work day", after the Canadian Thanksgiving holiday, probably a but heavier, certainly, a bit hung over. I ordered some additional cloth diapers (these ones have sheep on them...) and I am trying to make a go of wearing cloth more frequently, although still not every day. But I did manage to go do some shopping for my stepdad, in my new diaper & plastic panties setup, which is slightly slimmer in profile than my prefold diapers, and a lot thinner than my velcro fitted diapers, which are very puffy, although also very thirsty. 

The cloth diapers I am undoubtedly have less capacity, but as to how much less, I don't know yet, because I just put them on after lunch, when I took my overnight diaper off. I have dribbled moderately into these so far, and they have not yet shown any signs of betraying me. I'm hoping they make it long enough for my wife to actually see that I'm trying to be less self-conscious about my "daycare print" plastic pants.  But if I'm in danger of blowing my outfit, then I will retreat into a disposable. 

I also got a passport photo taken, while wearing a cloth diaper, which has to be a first for me, I think. For the next decade, I'll be able to look at that document, and think to myself, "I was pinned into a diaper for that photo..." 

I think most of my official photos were taken before I was back in diapers - they all have 10-year expiry dates that are coming up in the next couple of years. So, eventually, there will be a gleam in the eyes of all my identification photos. 

[Little Sherri]

Update: I did manage to stay in that cloth diaper setup until I got ready for bed. At one point while I was sitting on a stool in my garage, I developed a wet spot my upper leg on my right, right where the line of my diaper was, which led me to suspect I had precipitated a press-out leak, but further evaluation showed that sliding off and on the stool a couple of times had somehow slid the elastic of my plastic pants up, so this was in fact a wicking incident. I sorted out my baby pants and put on new jeans and managed to go another couple of hours without leaking, although by then, I felt very wet down there. 

But I was able to disrobe in my bedroom and spend a little time sorting out my outfit for the next day and putting laundry where it belonged, while still in my cloth diaper. My wife did not comment on it, probably in service to her promise not to make me self-conscious about it, although she managed to make me somewhat self-conscious, anyway, because my daughter had a friend over, and my other daughter was home for the night, so, she said "You should put your robe on, (redacted)'s friend is here."

I said "Well, they're in the basement, I doubt she's coming up here, and anyway, the door is closed and it's 10 PM, I'm sure anyone wanting in here would knock. And would not bring company with them."

Fast forward about 30 seconds, and my bedroom door exploded inward, propelled by my younger daughter, having an IT issue with an Amazon remote. Sorted that out (wrong remote, I really should number them...), and then two minutes after that, daughter #2 came crashing into my room, herself partially undressed, looking for some article of clothing. 

Both times, I had to stifle the urge to dive behind the bed like I'd been shot. My wife then made some general statement about how she was buying everyone robes for Christmas. 

In other "news", I somehow stumbled upon "LNGU Video", on YouTube. I don't go looking for ABDL content, generally, so there is probably a lot out there I haven't seen, so please forgive me if I'm bringing up something that everyone here has known about for a decade. The channel features a couple (generally), sometimes three women, on the young side of 25 - 30 (I'm guessing) speaking in French, who either run, or rep a diaper company (LNGU), and basically, they do stuff all over France, while wearing diapers, mostly surreptitiously, but sometimes fairly openly - they have a kayaking episode where they basically tour the French countryside on the River Seine, in the middle of the day, in an open Kayak, wearing only diapers and shirts, for a good part of it. They have conversations with people they pass, and generally don't act self-conscious at all, and they seem to get "not bad" feedback - no shouts of derision, anyway, or there were some, they were edited out. 

Even when they're dressed, it's fairly obvious that they have puffy lower quadrants, because these are not large women, but they just do what they do, and go where they go. 

Don't get me wrong - I would not, being a puffy, middle-aged man who is not particularly used to being referred to as "cute", expect the same results, if I went kayaking around my part of the world, in a diaper and a t-shirt, on a nice day in July. But it is liberating watching them do their thing - they don't dress as babies, out in the real world, but they aren't shy about wearing diapers, either. I found myself envying them. 

Also, watching them is gradually taking some of the rust off my French (although English subtitles are available). In Canada, you are required to take French into high school, because it is our other official language, however most people, after 6 - 10 years of instruction, do not feel qualified to order food in a restaurant - it's a very efficient system. We put our kids in French immersion, to get around this, because we knew they would speak English, regardless of if they were taking it every day in school. French people still ignore them when they speak (in France, anyway), but, they can understand it when they are spoken to. 

[Tony1988]

I’m giving this my best shot as much as I can.   With my line of work I can not be completely 24/7.  I can wear after work and on my days off.   Right now this is the longest I’ve been diapered, 36 hrs straight.  With a 90 minute air out after my shower this evening.  I only wear plastic backed nru str8ups.  Trying not to get a rash.   I go through 4 to 5 diapers in a 24 hr period.   I really am enjoying this.  I should be diapered until 430 am Saturday when I go back to work so.  64 hrs straight is a win for me.  I figure once a day for a hr or so airing out should be plenty of time and help prevent a rash.   I use a lot of babe powder and desitin on and up my bum.   

[Little Sherri]

14 hours ago, Tony1988 said:

64 hrs straight is a win for me.  I figure once a day for a hr or so airing out should be plenty of time and help prevent a rash.   I use a lot of babe powder and desitin on and up my bum.  

Be careful, you might not want to go back! That's what happened with me. I tried it out for a weekend, which extended into the working week, and then by the end of that week, I thought, well, I might as well go through another weekend, the riskiest part is behind me now (other than keeping it from my spouse - at that point, I had not told her yet). I became really depressed about the idea of going back on the following Monday, and meanwhile I had been reading @oznl's account of an intelligent, articulate, gainfully-employed and married person with kids, in the midst of a 24/7 experiment, and I thought, well, if he can do it... maybe, just maybe, so can I?

As to diaper rashes, the incidence of these will decline as your skin gets used its new environment, and as you lock in on products that work well for you. However, you ever want to spend any length of time in diapers, uninterrupted, take your skin health seriously - diaper rash is perhaps your #1 enemy. I clean myself lightly at every change, and thoroughly at least once a day, and I use diaper cream religiously. Any diaper rash that does not improve after a couple of days of diligent attention gets treated with an antifungal, which works 100% of the time, as long as the directions are followed. I don't use my diapers for #2 very often, but, if the earth gets scorched, then a complete reset is called for, and quickly. The presence of solids turbocharges the breakdown of urea into ammonia, and it short-circuits the stuff they put in the diaper stuffing to slow the process.  

[Little Sherri]

Well, I am working on getting over my self-consciousness at wearing plastic pants and cloth diapers around my beloved, but I have found another chink in my armor... Rearz Daydreamers. They have a translucent, almost transparent cover, and while I like the print (and have no problem wearing baby prints in general), and I love the diapers themselves - they're very comfy and reliable - on the other hand, they keep no secrets. I was in one for a full 24 hours yesterday, although it's shift actually started when I woke up, because even thought I slept in it, I didn't wet much overnight. But by the time I allowed it to succumb to gravity yesterday, it was fairly yellow and very pendulous. I'd been sitting on our bed, reading, when my wife walked in, and on looking down at myself, I surreptitiously pulled a blanket partway over myself, just to take the dandelion glow out of view. But I still had to waddle over to the washroom (on her side of the bed) in order to shower and change my diaper. I tried to wait her out, thinking she might turn off the lights and put her head down, but nope, she stayed up and awake, so eventually I just had to do it. Oh well. This is the life I have chosen...   

[jeremy12312]

I’m assuming you’d let us know about fallout from the casual butt-swatting the other day, if there was any…

Ive been almost swatted by friends before, so very curious if it’s noticeable to others who don’t expect the fwomp. Like, does it even register?

[Little Sherri]

On 10/19/2024 at 2:21 PM, jeremy12312 said:

I’m assuming you’d let us know about fallout from the casual butt-swatting the other day, if there was any…

Thanks for reminding me! Lol. I think I've been blocking this subconsciously - I've been so busy. No, no weird feedback as a result of the unexpected groping. I've been texting with her here and there about the situation she's going through with respect to her father, and at no point has she mentioned groping my ass, or anything she might have noticed. She was drunk, I was drunk... I think that maybe, other than here, this incident will get swallowed up by the river of time, and swept to great depths? 

I had got a funny comment from my wife last night; I'd put on a Rearz Barnyard after showering, and then pulled some shorts on to take the dog out. This week we are getting unseasonably warm weather, I suspect just to tee us up for good bouts of seasonal affective disorder, once it starts getting dark at 4:30 PM, and water becomes a solid in its natural state. 

So, I come walking back into the room and drop my shorts in preparation for watching a show, and then falling asleep, and she looked over at me and said, "Oh, I thought you'd put cloth diaper on...", as though she were vaguely disappointed with me. 

I'm travelling this week for work so I didn't want to leave her with diapers in the laundry cycle, and then come home and find that my mother-in-law had folded them and put them with the towels or something. 

[Little Sherri]

I've been travelling with a colleague all week, so I haven't had time to post so far, but I have a gap this morning. I've been wearing Rearz/Incontrol Active Airs as my daytime diapers, because they're quiet and reliable, and don't cry for attention under suit pants, which I find don't tend to mute plastic diapers as much as jeans do. I've essentially been following the @FretaBWet formula, except without cloth diapers overnight, because I can't imagine how one would travel with only a carryon bag, and use cloth diapers. You'd have to carry a plastic sack full of sopping wet diapers as your "personal item" (personal indeed!) for the return journey. I wonder if they would violate the rule about not being allowed to carry any liquids aboard an aircraft?

So, I'm wearing a BeDry overnight, an Active Air from 7 AM until about 3 or so, when I usually get a chance to go back to my hotel room, and then I put on another Active Air for the dinner-and-bar shift. I once had to put a diaper in my laptop bag and change myself in the washroom at a barbecue restaurant, on a day when we were remote from the hotel, and the site we were visiting only had construction-grade port-o-lets with no trash cans in them. Nobody asked why I took my laptop bag to the washroom...

I had a weird dream last night - maybe it was the result of being in a hotel for a few consecutive nights? Anyway, in it, I met a lady at a bar, and it wasn't expressly a hotel bar, but somehow there was an elevator outside of it that went back to where I was staying. Maybe it was a portal in space-time. Anyway, I was talking to her at the bar and she seemed really nice and I found her attractive. She seemed young - let's say in her 20's - so I did not have my guard up because I was operating from the "I have no shot, she knows it, I know it" friendly conversation mindset. I said I had to go because I had to get up in the morning, and I left - I guess I paid my bill? I'll have to check my dream credit card. This lady followed me, and I thought, okay, I'll walk her back to her room, that's what a gentleman would do. 

However when the elevator opened, we were in front of my room, and when I unlocked my door, she followed me in. I think I said "I don't have any drinks in my room" or something like that, and then she was on me, she started kissing me.

I did not have an "Oh God, I'm married" immediate thought - maybe I wasn't married in the dream (sorry, honey) - instead, what I had was an "Oh, God, this lady wants to take the evening up several levels... and I'm wearing a giant ABDL diaper!"

In my head, in the dream, I had on something overt - I can't identify it, but it was Bambino Classico or Rearz Lil' Splash level diaper, not some BetterDry white plastic thing that suggests my wearing it was involuntary. 

So, I was enjoying the moment, but also terrified about having to press pause and say, "SO, here's the thing... I'm wearing a giant toddler diaper... you cool with that...?"

And then I woke up. 

[Diapered Dave]

"And then I woke up"

And most guys would say "Damn it, right before the HOT SEX!!"

But in this forum, we say "Damn it, right before the Diaper Change!!!"  😁😆😂🤣

[Little Sherri]

I had another diaper dream last night, again, a weird one. Although I guess hoping for a "normal" diaper dream would be chasing a unicorn... 

I was at work, in head office, with some colleagues, and we were trying to figure out how to fix a really strange door - it had two sides to it that met when it was closed, but one was pretty much the width of a normal door, and one was maybe six inches wide, and they met at an angle and then were held shut by being wedged that way - it's like the hinges were spring-loaded and allowed each side to slide a little in towards the frame, causing the meeting edges of the two sides to be held together by the lateral force supplied by the springs. This is what engineers dream about, apparently. What we do at work has nothing to do with doors - if a door in the office broke, we would hire someone to fix it, not commission a strike team internally. But there we were. 

So, I was leading the charge, troubleshooting why the door wouldn't stay closed, which probably made sense, since my subconscious designed it. I was walking around, looking at it, trying to push it this way and that, thinking that maybe the springs were unbalanced, and I was walking back and forth to a bench that had some tools on it, although I don't recall wielding any tools. I realized as I was talking to this group, a coupe of whom I recognized, that I had a pacifier in my mouth, so I took it out, for greater emphasis, and then in the dream, it occurred to me that I had apparently come to work with a pacifier in my mouth, so I cupped it in my hand, even though I had just been addressing the team by talking around it. Then, I realized that I hadn't put a belt on, so and the top quarter or so of my diaper (a white one, unrecognizable) was also showing, so I hitched up my jeans and tugged down my shirt, all without breaking stride on theorizing as to what was wrong with the door. One of my employees asked me a question, and I started to address it, and then I woke up. That's all I remember. 

Less of a dream, and more of a low-grade nightmare, was my experience going through a body scanner today on my way back home. This was a small regional airport in Canada, which in itself is ironic, because I had flown out through a gigantic airport, and I did not have to go through the scanner on my way out. I figured that the returning airport probably didn't even have them. But they did.

I've long made my peace with knowing that the TSA people will know I have "something" bulky on under my jeans when I fly. I went from carrying a diaper in my laptop bag (that the x-ray tech must have seen, anyway), while wearing boxers through security, and then diapering up once I was in the terminal, to wearing pull-ups through the scanner, once I had thrown away all my boxers. Then, I had an epiphany that "I pee myself" underpants are "I pee myself" underpants, and pull-up or diaper, the difference probably didn't amount to a hill of beans, to the agent, just trying to get through their day amidst a sea of human misery. 

So, I started just wearing whatever diaper I wanted to - ideally not something fanciful, in case I ended up having to actually show it to someone, but, a real diaper - what you'd want to be wearing if you were going to be sealed into an aluminum tube for a few hours, and you're used to peeing absentmindedly three or four times an hour. 

My experiences have run the gamut; most common would be just not having to get scanned - I often get waved through the metal detector instead. Second to that is, scanned, and waved on. Third would be scanned, and then getting a cursory pat-down, and then I'm on my way. Once, a lady asked her supervisor what to do, and he said "He's fine."

One thing that all this had in common is that the machine's output was either invisible, or, it was an amorphous stick-figure with a red circle around "the area." This was implemented after early versions of the machines essentially let the operators look through people's clothing, which was unappreciated by the travelling public. 

Well, I know where those vintage machines went - to regional airports in Northern Canada. I was this close to being waved through the metal detector again - there was a guy in front of me that they kept having to re-scan. I should have known that this would not bode well for me. After making the guy do yoga in there for three scans, it was my turn, and of course, it alerted to the presence of some inexplicable bulk down under. I was scanned again, with the same result. I was asked if my pockets were empty, to which I answered in the affirmative, but at least that question gave me the idea that maybe they were getting some kind of general alert, rather than specific areas of concern. I was wrong in that supposition. 

I was then asked to exit the magic box, and the guy, a South Asian man who looked to be in his late 20's, offered me an opportunity to take the screening over to somewhere private, which I maybe should have taken him up on, but my operating theory has been that things go faster in public. Not this time. 

First, while being asked to stand spreadeagle for the pat-down, I was able to see the output on the machine - as were, by the way, everyone standing around me. What it showed was a hollow outline of a figure, front and back, wearing a bright yellow diaper. The sides were not represented, but if I asked a kid to draw a picture of a person wearing a yellow diaper, viewed from the front and the back, what I was looking at was what they would have drawn. 

Next, the dude proceeded to completely feel me up with the back of his hands - he asked me to spread my legs, and then he lifted my diaper, seemed to be weighing it, and then he let it settle back into place, before lifting it again, both times from the front. Then, he did the same thing from behind. THEN, he pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans (no belt on, my belt was on the tray on the conveyer for the x-ray machine), and, voila, fine people of Nowhereland, Canada, much like in the dream described above, the top 10% or so of my diaper was visible, briefly, in a very well-lit terminal, with people milling all around me. Then, the guy got it, and stepped back, and I thought, phew, this is over... but then he got the magic wand and put a swab on it and swabbed my hands, then he said "Lift the front of your shirt...", which, somewhat incredulous, I did, then he swabbed the waistband of my jeans, and, a bit of the visible portion of my diaper, presumably for traces of explosives, or drugs. 

He ran the swab through the machine, which of course shrugged, and then he told me I could go. While seven people waited to be next, and watched. If any of them were wearing a diaper, I'd imagine they might have decided to just stay home, after that. 

Like I have said before, and to quote a good friend, when you play silly games, you get silly prizes, but on behalf of my friends here who actually are incontinent, and who have not chosen this life for themselves, I was pissed. 

[FretaBWet]

I get the scanner every time. I do my best to go through dry but I still get flagged leading to the spread legs and pat down. I have been offered a private room for the screening but I thought that I would end up with my privates on display so lots of witnesses has to be the lesser of two evils. I completely feel your pain and I'm sure it sucked in the moment but I think a couple inches of the waistband being viwed might be preferable to having to drop drawers in a private screening room.

Hugs,

Freta

[Little Sherri]

46 minutes ago, FretaBWet said:

but I think a couple inches of the waistband being viwed might be preferable to having to drop drawers in a private screening room.

This has been my operating theory. 

[zzyzx]

8 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

I had another diaper dream last night, again, a weird one. Although I guess hoping for a "normal" diaper dream would be chasing a unicorn... 

I was at work, in head office, with some colleagues, and we were trying to figure out how to fix a really strange door - it had two sides to it that met when it was closed, but one was pretty much the width of a normal door, and one was maybe six inches wide, and they met at an angle and then were held shut by being wedged that way - it's like the hinges were spring-loaded and allowed each side to slide a little in towards the frame, causing the meeting edges of the two sides to be held together by the lateral force supplied by the springs. This is what engineers dream about, apparently. What we do at work has nothing to do with doors - if a door in the office broke, we would hire someone to fix it, not commission a strike team internally. But there we were. 

So, I was leading the charge, troubleshooting why the door wouldn't stay closed, which probably made sense, since my subconscious designed it. I was walking around, looking at it, trying to push it this way and that, thinking that maybe the springs were unbalanced, and I was walking back and forth to a bench that had some tools on it, although I don't recall wielding any tools. I realized as I was talking to this group, a coupe of whom I recognized, that I had a pacifier in my mouth, so I took it out, for greater emphasis, and then in the dream, it occurred to me that I had apparently come to work with a pacifier in my mouth, so I cupped it in my hand, even though I had just been addressing the team by talking around it. Then, I realized that I hadn't put a belt on, so and the top quarter or so of my diaper (a white one, unrecognizable) was also showing, so I hitched up my jeans and tugged down my shirt, all without breaking stride on theorizing as to what was wrong with the door. One of my employees asked me a question, and I started to address it, and then I woke up. That's all I remember. 

Less of a dream, and more of a low-grade nightmare, was my experience going through a body scanner today on my way back home. This was a small regional airport in Canada, which in itself is ironic, because I had flown out through a gigantic airport, and I did not have to go through the scanner on my way out. I figured that the returning airport probably didn't even have them. But they did.

I've long made my peace with knowing that the TSA people will know I have "something" bulky on under my jeans when I fly. I went from carrying a diaper in my laptop bag (that the x-ray tech must have seen, anyway), while wearing boxers through security, and then diapering up once I was in the terminal, to wearing pull-ups through the scanner, once I had thrown away all my boxers. Then, I had an epiphany that "I pee myself" underpants are "I pee myself" underpants, and pull-up or diaper, the difference probably didn't amount to a hill of beans, to the agent, just trying to get through their day amidst a sea of human misery. 

So, I started just wearing whatever diaper I wanted to - ideally not something fanciful, in case I ended up having to actually show it to someone, but, a real diaper - what you'd want to be wearing if you were going to be sealed into an aluminum tube for a few hours, and you're used to peeing absentmindedly three or four times an hour. 

My experiences have run the gamut; most common would be just not having to get scanned - I often get waved through the metal detector instead. Second to that is, scanned, and waved on. Third would be scanned, and then getting a cursory pat-down, and then I'm on my way. Once, a lady asked her supervisor what to do, and he said "He's fine."

One thing that all this had in common is that the machine's output was either invisible, or, it was an amorphous stick-figure with a red circle around "the area." This was implemented after early versions of the machines essentially let the operators look through people's clothing, which was unappreciated by the travelling public. 

Well, I know where those vintage machines went - to regional airports in Northern Canada. I was this close to being waved through the metal detector again - there was a guy in front of me that they kept having to re-scan. I should have known that this would not bode well for me. After making the guy do yoga in there for three scans, it was my turn, and of course, it alerted to the presence of some inexplicable bulk down under. I was scanned again, with the same result. I was asked if my pockets were empty, to which I answered in the affirmative, but at least that question gave me the idea that maybe they were getting some kind of general alert, rather than specific areas of concern. I was wrong in that supposition. 

I was then asked to exit the magic box, and the guy, a South Asian man who looked to be in his late 20's, offered me an opportunity to take the screening over to somewhere private, which I maybe should have taken him up on, but my operating theory has been that things go faster in public. Not this time. 

First, while being asked to stand spreadeagle for the pat-down, I was able to see the output on the machine - as were, by the way, everyone standing around me. What it showed was a hollow outline of a figure, front and back, wearing a bright yellow diaper. The sides were not represented, but if I asked a kid to draw a picture of a person wearing a yellow diaper, viewed from the front and the back, what I was looking at was what they would have drawn. 

Next, the dude proceeded to completely feel me up with the back of his hands - he asked me to spread my legs, and then he lifted my diaper, seemed to be weighing it, and then he let it settle back into place, before lifting it again, both times from the front. Then, he did the same thing from behind. THEN, he pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans (no belt on, my belt was on the tray on the conveyer for the x-ray machine), and, voila, fine people of Nowhereland, Canada, much like in the dream described above, the top 10% or so of my diaper was visible, briefly, in a very well-lit terminal, with people milling all around me. Then, the guy got it, and stepped back, and I thought, phew, this is over... but then he got the magic wand and put a swab on it and swabbed my hands, then he said "Lift the front of your shirt...", which, somewhat incredulous, I did, then he swabbed the waistband of my jeans, and, a bit of the visible portion of my diaper, presumably for traces of explosives, or drugs. 

He ran the swab through the machine, which of course shrugged, and then he told me I could go. While seven people waited to be next, and watched. If any of them were wearing a diaper, I'd imagine they might have decided to just stay home, after that. 

Like I have said before, and to quote a good friend, when you play silly games, you get silly prizes, but on behalf of my friends here who actually are incontinent, and who have not chosen this life for themselves, I was pissed. 

@Little Sherri:  I was going to comment that your reference to the color red was wrong.  I've see the yellow screen in that area in past scans.  Since my main airport is a major (US) one (and supports international travel) and I don't have TSA pre-check, so except for one time early on when they were randomly giving away a "pre-check" type screening (printed on your boarding pass), I've basically been through the nude-o-scanner every trip since they have been in place at the airport.  And I typically get the type of screening you had this time.  And yes, they will add the explosive detection with the wipe down.  Add in that my bottle of baby powder will get pulled for screening, I'm holding up  both the carry on screening till after they get me patted down and then can proceed with that secondary (explosive) screening.  I've only had one time (early on) where they "invited" (i.e. required) me to the private secondary screening room....  OK, I'm wearing cloth and not disposable, and wear thick enough that I am comfortable if I were to take a long enough nap on the airplane....  I don't like it, but I figure the time i take up is their problem not mine....

[Little Sherri]

8 hours ago, zzyzx said:

I've only had one time (early on) where they "invited" (i.e. required) me to the private secondary screening room...

How did that go?

Maybe I should look at TSA prescreening - although I travel a fair bit, I haven't investigated that option because I'd have to get it for my entire family, to take advantage of it when we travel together. But maybe it's time. I was lucky in that my flight did not coincide with that of the colleague I was traveling with, so we went through security at different times, but if I had a coworker standing behind me, I would have panicked. I guess if that happens, I should request the private room. 

I wonder if I should have just said to the guy, "I'm wearing a brief" - something like that? Has anyone tried that? And then, if they still seem confused, invoke the "d" word? "It's a diaper, not a satchel filled with explosives and cocaine..." 

Although saying the words "explosives and cocaine" at the TSA checkpoint would probably have me fully-disrobed in the private room, and talking to three officers, and missing my flight. They are not known for their sense of humour. 

It's interesting, the whiplash of having spent most of the week in Defcon 4 security mode, wearing diapers while travelling on business. Only in the hotels, later in the evening, could I let my guard down, and even then, I travelled entirely with white diapers, lest I find myself having to put my suitcase back together after it's been eviscerated by the TSA. I think I mentioned here before, the time I travelled through a US airport, and I found one of the suitcase bins on the "reassembly" table, with several adult pull-ups scattered in it. I knew what happened, or I think I do - someone had to empty their bag, and then when they were given a pass, they jammed their stuff back in as quick as they could because they wanted to get away, and they did not stop to collect their diapers, they ran. Or, they were late for their flight, maybe, but really, how long does it take to grab a handful of lady diapers and stuff them back into your carryon? 

This morning, I found myself standing in my kitchen, wearing a damp cloth diaper under "daycare print" (thanks, Honey...) plastic pants, with just a long sweatshirt overtop, making coffee. I've been in it since I got home from the pub last night, and I'm in no hurry to change it - I need to shower later, before going out, but right now I'm doing some light cleaning around the house (or I was), and restocking my diaper drawer

That got more interesting than I was expecting, because when I went down to my basement hoard, I heard an ominous buzzing... and realized that one of the windows down there was covered in hornets. My best guess is that they were nesting in the heating system somewhere? And, it having been down to about 4 degrees last night, it came on. It's been 20 for most of the week so it may not have been on for a while. 

That sent me scurrying out the side door and over to the garage, hoping no neighbours drove by or waved from their yards, or if they did, hoping my sweater covered the whimsical vinyl that enveloped by puffy bottom. I grabbed a can of hornet blaster, and ran back to the house. Both my wife and daughter are allergic to them, so this was not an overreaction - if they started buzzing through the house, my day would end up on a completely different trajectory. 

The hornet blaster was full of fluid, but devoid of pressure, so once again, I ran out to the garage, for another can of the stuff, which thankfully, we had in stock. So that's two jaunts across the driveway in just a cloth diaper below the waist - I think that's a record for me. I've walked the dog at night with just a diaper and a long t-shirt on a couple of times, or sat on my pool deck in a diaper, late at night, but not cloth, and not during the day. However, I was running - I don't think anyone caught it. 

It was interesting, psychologically, to then come up from the basement, with a laundry basket full of disposable diapers, and walk into the kitchen, to tell my wife to be careful if she goes down to the basement  - I think I got them all, I told her, but you never know. So then, she wanted me to show her, which I thought was a bad idea, but there was no winning that argument, because what her imagination could conjure would likely be worse than the actual scenario. So, we walked back down, and the deceased hornets remained deceased (thankfully, or I'd be pulling insulation out of a wall or something, right now). Then, she called my daughter down, to show her - to me, a second bad idea, but Mr. Baby pants didn't exactly have a "common sense" leg to stand on. 

Then we went back up to the kitchen, and I refilled my coffee, retrieved my basket of diapers, and headed upstairs to refill my drawer, while she started making bacon. I pulled some shorts on, before going back down for breakfast - I'd hadn't intended to rouse the whole house on my early morning errand, nor, to go outside, sans trousers, but as I've said before, the Universe has a sense of humour. 

It used to be that I longed to travel, so I could have some nights for myself in hotel rooms. Now, I long to be home. 

 

[zzyzx]

5 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

How did that go?

Maybe I should look at TSA prescreening - although I travel a fair bit, I haven't investigated that option because I'd have to get it for my entire family, to take advantage of it when we travel together. But maybe it's time. I was lucky in that my flight did not coincide with that of the colleague I was traveling with, so we went through security at different times, but if I had a coworker standing behind me, I would have panicked. I guess if that happens, I should request the private room. 

I wonder if I should have just said to the guy, "I'm wearing a brief" - something like that? Has anyone tried that? And then, if they still seem confused, invoke the "d" word? "It's a diaper, not a satchel filled with explosives and cocaine..." 

Although saying the words "explosives and cocaine" at the TSA checkpoint would probably have me fully-disrobed in the private room, and talking to three officers, and missing my flight. They are not known for their sense of humour.

Lets just say by the end of the "review" they knew I was wearing cloth diapers...  Yes, the belt was unbuckled... not fully disrobed.....

As to letting them know, TSA allows you to go to their web site and download a blue card you can fill in.  However you typically don't get to show it to them till after they have run the scan (and want to do a secondary screening)..... 

Another option is to call them in advance and make arrangements (for special screening assistance).

I agree that you should NOT joke with airport security.  Pre 9/11, I've heard a story from the drum section about a screening event when someone joked the wrong way.....  This is back when folks could go through security and meet people either coming off or getting on the plane at the airport lounge / waiting area.  I believe more than one drum had to be disassembled in order to get through security that time....  The school band was known (at times) to have a contingent show up to welcome the team back home.... (or to send the team off...)

[zzyzx]

15 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

Maybe I should look at TSA prescreening - although I travel a fair bit, I haven't investigated that option because I'd have to get it for my entire family, to take advantage of it when we travel together. But maybe it's time.

@Little Sherri:  Another option you should look into insteadof TSA pre-check, is the paperwork US and Canadians can get for a "fast" pass for crossing the US / CA boarder by car.  This option also gets you a "secure traveler number", which I believe is as good as TSA pre-check for the airports.  That option I believe is the least expensive option to get a pre-screen ID....  And from memory it is $50 USD for US citizens and $50 CAD for CA citizens.  You may need to go to an office near one of the US / CA boarder crossings as part of the screening process...

I've thought about this option, but haven't done it yet.

[Little Sherri]

I'm conducting a "little" experiment today (pun there...). 

First of all, I should report that I slept over at a buddy's place last night, a different buddy than my usual haunt, but he is the other guy that knows I wear diapers. He just finished his basement, including a pull-out couch that I helped him carry down there, and he offered me the spot in advance, knowing that otherwise I'd be facing a fairly steep rideshare or cab bill. I gratefully accepted. 

So, I wondered down there at 1 AM, three sheets to the wind, having spent an evening with some other friends nearby, and I immediately noticed that the mattress was, well, damned crinkly. I quick check under the top sheet confirmed that the mattress had a crinkly plastic mattress protector on it, and an ill-fitting one at that - it was too big for the mattress. Make of that what you will. I slept on it, and slept soundly, knowing that if my diaper leaked, at least I wasn't going to sully his new mattress. I also had plastic pants on. 

Speaking of ill-fitting, and back to my little experiment, I realized this weekend when I was doing an inventory of the disposable underpants options in my house, that some time back, I had bought a case of the new-sized XL Goodnites pull-ups, which ended up being too big for my daughter, but not of much use for me. My daughter seems to have stopped growing, so might never really fit these things before she stops needing them, so I was going to start using them as stuffers to extend the range of my low-end diapers. I thought, well, I'll be doing outdoor chores, so that's a relatively consequence-free undertaking... why not today? I actually had a little craft knife out, preparing to turn the training pant into a booster, but on a lark, I first tried to put it on... and it fit! Sort of. Very snuggly, but, it didn't blow apart. So, I put a gym diaper (Tena Stretch something or other) over it, and went about my business, even running to the store at one point. 

It all worked okay for a couple of hours, actually, but then things started feeling pretty fluidic down below, and I took my jeans off before sitting down to take a break and have a look in on this site. Lucky that I did, because sitting down precipitated a squeeze-out leak on both sides. Ah, well - kid's products aren't engineered to deal with adult problems. It's at least interesting to know that I'm not as fat as I thought I was... or, the engineers at Goodnites are over-qualified. One of those things is true. 

[Little Sherri]

I had a funny exchange with my wife yesterday... I'm trying to recall exactly how it was worded, but basically, I was questioning the integrity of some leftovers (jokingly), and said that we'd know if they were off, if any of us experienced incontinence, and then she looked over at me and said, "Well, that would be more of a problem for some of us, than it would be for others..."

Ha! She never misses an opportunity. Although I do wonder if she knows that I don't generally, at least voluntarily, use my diapers for "that". There have been a few occasions where I was vying for access to our washroom, where she's said, basically, "Diapered people can wait...", but little does she know that sometimes, diapered people can't wait - we're prone to more bouts of sudden-onset urgency than the general population. We're dressed to survive them, granted, but unexpectedly filling my diaper changes the course of my day, or at least, the course of the next half hour. And if it's a cloth diaper, buckle up. 

I'm in a BeDry Elitecare right now, the diaper I slept in. It's in the latter half of its life, no question, but still feels structurally sound, although, in a boneheaded maneuver, I somehow managed to tuck the front of my t-shirt into my diaper earlier his morning, so though it hasn't leaked, this outfit is a write-off. Ergo, I have no concerns about the implications of a small leak, were one to occur. 

[~Brian~]

3 minutes ago, Little Sherri said:

I had a funny exchange with my wife yesterday... I'm trying to recall exactly how it was worded, but basically, I was questioning the integrity of some leftovers (jokingly), and said that we'd know if they were off, if any of us experienced incontinence, and then she looked over at me and said, "Well, that would be more of a problem for some of us, than it would be for others

@Little Sherri

NOPE!  🤣🤣. She doesn’t miss a trip does she? I remember when your daughter who is wearing a pull-up at the time, I said some thing that “it was only a pull up” and I remember saying that your wife could say “well we’ll just have to fix that won’t we?“ When she used a wise cracking response.  The fact that we can wait is an advantage, but if you really have to go, and you really don’t want to push the diaper to capacity and then to an extreme like that, you would not want to be in a position where you weren’t able to use the bathroom.

I’ve even had it happen to me where you figure you can wait, and then whatever happens, it comes on like nobody’s business like you said. And when it comes, it comes hard and it comes fast. That’s half of the reason why I made the decision back in 2020 to go full-time. It’s just not worth the aggravation. It’s not worth the worry it’s not worth the anxiety or anything like that. I have learned from other members that have worn probably longer than I have that you “know that you will have to go, but you don’t know when or where you will go or what you will release“

this is happened to me on several occasions I am sitting in a chair, minding my own business, and then I have to go number two, and it’s like a total release, like Niagara Falls exploded or something, and then you have to deal with whatever else you’re releasing. basically then you would have to make sure that you do not make more mesh for yourself when you are preparing to change yourself, and that can be a problem. The only way it’s not a problem is if someone is able to help you make the change a lot faster and that you wouldn’t have to make a mess before you were changed. Unfortunately, I can’t get that type of help, and as I’ve stated before I’ve gotten in trouble because I’ve asked about certain things I shouldn’t, and it got to the wrong person, and it caused a big misunderstanding, so I take care all that myself. 

We do have an advantage, and that’s cool, but sometimes our bodies play tricks on us, or they may betray us, because the funniest thing is usually when you think you’re all set, you find that you really are not, because things, like this usually happens when your least expecting it, and when you’re ready for that, never happens the right way sometimes.

Brian

[Little Sherri]

Rearz spontaneously through out a 35% off disposables sale, 24 hours only, thus addressing my complaint about them not having run a "real" diaper sale (5% off isn't getting me out of bed...), with the big discounts only being on their merchandise, not the consumables that we all spend so much money on. They turned off the free shipping for the duration of the sale, but 35% off still represents good value. 

The only thing I'm struggling with is this: the Omutsu Purrfection diapers. I generally like being "diaper literate", and trying new products out, and Rearz is my primary supplier, so I've pretty much tried everything they make at one time or another. But these diapers are... so, so pink. Not that I mind that, it's just... wearing one in front of my wife. The Lil' Splash is "fairly pink", and I've even worn Princess Pinks in front of her, so I suppose this shouldn't matter... but, they are very pink. I wish they made a light blue version. She'd probably shrug and say, "You look absurd, regardless of the colour... you think a blue-tinged baby pants look more dignified than pink? Ha!" Or something like that. 

Ah well, there are lots of great diapers - I'll figure something out. 

[Little Sherri]

I've returned once again from traversing three airports. I got selected for random "further screening" at my first foray, which I was dreading, and indeed, it was an elongated and arduous process - I had to take my phone out of its case, they swabbed everything, and after having sidestepped the scanner for the metal detector, which is usually a victory, I was then walked over to it via a side channel, and scanned. Interestingly, it showed that I had "something in my left rear pocket", which was, in fact, empty - it's just that I had a diaper on under my pocket. I got the obligatory back of the hand pat-down, but this time it was quick and professional, and the screen on the machine just had a red box around my pocket area, not a yellow diaper outline drawing a V that pointed at my crotch, as was the case last week. 

The other two airports provided similar experiences, less the extra screening - I was scanned, given a very quick frisking, and sent on my way in about 10 seconds. After my experience from a week ago, I started dreading wearing diapers through airports again, after having made my peace with it years ago, but now I'm back to more or less baseline - even the extra screening wasn't that invasive, from a diaper perspective. 

I managed to fold a visit to a friend's place over the weekend, into my travels - I should probably give these people pseudonyms, just to make it easier for you, dear reader, because I keep having to launch into "the guy who dropped a garage door on his boat" and "the guy who lives where there's a garbage Gestapo", etc. 

Anyway, this is the garbage gestapo guy - I had to tell him a few years ago that I wear diapers, because I needed to dispose of them, and he was policing his garbage outflow like banks police their money outflow. So this time, I had to stay in one of his kids' bedrooms, because they are again renovating, and there were a couple of interesting occurrences. 

I spoke nothing of my "situation", because we talked about it when the need first arose, and one time since, when he mentioned that he has to get up to pee, and mused that at least I didn't have that problem. When I was putting my bag in my assigned bedroom, he mentioned in a lowered voice that there was a garbage can in the laundry room that I was "free to use as necessary", which I knew right away meant that was my assigned diaper can. It was the one they normally use for lint and the results of brushing their dog - so, it had a lid on it. I brought lots of bags with me, so I was able to package up everything into anonymous, slightly weighty burritos. 

He did not have an opportunity to introduce me to his friend the urologist, whom he once said had wanted to talk to me about wearing diapers, and how he could help with that. We were at another of his friend's places in that area, and I was worried that this guy would show up and want to talk about it, but he did not. So that was a relief. 

However, it was hot down there - South Florida - and I was sleeping under a sheet primarily, and his wife came into my room early in the morning to find a shoe or something for the kid at one point - I woke up with a start and quickly palmed my pacifier as she whispered "Sorry, just looking for something...". I don't think she saw that, because I had the sheet up over my shoulder and partially covering my face. BUT, after she left, I had a thought... the damned sheet was pretty sheer, and it was pulled taught over my diapered butt. 

I later conducted an experiment, and put a folded diaper under the sheet, before pulling it taught overtop... and you could read the size on the diaper through the sheet. However, it was somewhat darker in the room when she came in, than when I did the test. 

Ironically, I had been sleeping with light shorts on over my diaper, but I couldn't do that, because my shorts were in the laundry... because someone else had peed in them. Well, "something" else - their dog. I'd dropped the shorts into a puddle on the floor in the bathroom that could possibly have been water from the shower - but apparently the dog was upset with the disruption from the ongoing renovations, and had sometimes been expressing that displeasure via leaving little messages on the bathroom floor. 

SO, my shorts were in the laundry, leaving me sleeping in a diaper under a thin sheet. You couldn't make this stuff up. 

Anyway, she knows I wear diapers, so whether or not she saw anything is not useful information, in any case. I just hope she didn't.