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@Jwh51 A couple of years ago, I hosted 3 friends at my house. We were going out to dinner and then a movie, and we started at my house for drinks. We were chatting and out of nowhere, my friend Bill looked at me and said “you wear diapers, don’t you?” After my heart skipped a few beats, I said “yeah, I’ve worn diapers for years.” Turns out he was having accidents and wanted more information on wearing diapers, as he saw them in his future. He had many health problems - cardiac, hep c, substance abuse - and he was paying the price. I gave him some disposable diapers from my stash and showed him my cloth diaper supply. And I gave him some web sites that sold diapers. No one thought anything about it and he appreciated the information. We were all in our 50s and familiar with health issues. His wife didn’t say a word - just listened. A bit awkward but I think everyone appreciated that I was open.
It was serious. Only 3 months later, my friend died.
I grew up in the 1960s and I don’t know what adults did then for urine incontinence, as disposable diapers (for infants only) were still in development. My mom kept me in Curity cloth diapers, which were probably the most popular baby diaper on the market. They were meant to be folded so they would fit me, even when I was a teen. She bought my plastic pants at Woolworths and they were extra large pants sold in the baby department. The only word them was diaper. And that’s what I wore.
I was always very embarrassed but at a certain point in my life, I decided that I just wasn’t going to be ashamed. People are open about their health issues in ways that were once unimanaginable. Why should I care what others think? For Pete’s sake. It’s only underwear. Some guys wear briefs. Some guys wear boxer shorts. I wear a diaper. Now if someone else is sensitive and private, I certainly understand, as I once was. What I don’t understand is why anyone cares what another person wears under his or her pants.
So that’s my life. I like wearing a diaper, and I don’t want to be any other way. I’m happy, secure, and comfortable in a diaper and I’m no longer embarrassed.
It was serious. Only 3 months later, my friend died.
I grew up in the 1960s and I don’t know what adults did then for urine incontinence, as disposable diapers (for infants only) were still in development. My mom kept me in Curity cloth diapers, which were probably the most popular baby diaper on the market. They were meant to be folded so they would fit me, even when I was a teen. She bought my plastic pants at Woolworths and they were extra large pants sold in the baby department. The only word them was diaper. And that’s what I wore.
I was always very embarrassed but at a certain point in my life, I decided that I just wasn’t going to be ashamed. People are open about their health issues in ways that were once unimanaginable. Why should I care what others think? For Pete’s sake. It’s only underwear. Some guys wear briefs. Some guys wear boxer shorts. I wear a diaper. Now if someone else is sensitive and private, I certainly understand, as I once was. What I don’t understand is why anyone cares what another person wears under his or her pants.
So that’s my life. I like wearing a diaper, and I don’t want to be any other way. I’m happy, secure, and comfortable in a diaper and I’m no longer embarrassed.