@Damp It is difficult for me to imagine going from a position of bladder control to lack of control. So the reverse must be true. It must be difficult for someone losing control as an adult to understand how casual it can be for someone who’s always worn diapers.
I was in diapers until first grade when my mom sent me to school in thick cotton training pants. The school nurse had extra pairs and if I wet myself, she’d change me. So I was there a lot but eventually got to be point where I’d need only 1 change in the morning and sometimes a change in the afternoon. As soon as I got home from school I’d be back in diapers.
I never had regular briefs until middle school when I had to undress for gym class. But I wore them with a cloth diaper folded and used as a pad. I grew up in the 1960s and 70s. Disposable diapers were new in the 60s and I had cloth diapers, pins, and plastic pants until I went to college and left home with early versions of Attends. My preference is still a cloth diaper for both comfort and protection. They don’t work to well with trousers due to thickness so I use them mostly at home where I can wear just sweatpants or no pants at all.
I read about guys having issues with bulk. But I’m the opposite. I grew up in a bulky diaper. I feel naked without it.
There were other issues I dealt with - teasing, bullying, no friends - but they were pale in comparison to the dysfunction at home. The teasing wasn’t all that bad as there were other outcasts that got it worse than myself. For high school I got a Hail Mary pass. Due to a state mandated merger, I attended a brand new school three times the size of the local school and got a reboot on the social network. I had gained enough control to get through a school day with a lot of bathroom trips allowing me to end the day only damp. But the down side was holding urine to the point where I actually did damage and accelerated my total loss of urine control.
I never saw a urologist until I was 25. For the first time ever I was diagnosed and didn’t hear that I was just slow to be trained. By the time I turned 40 I lost all control and was in diapers 24/7. Wearing briefs with pads simply wasn’t an option any longer. And I never gained control at night. Always a very heavy bedwetter.
I’ve always lived with wet pants, diaper bags, lots of laundry, awkward situations, and everything that goes with it but it’s normal to me.
My friends all know I wear diapers and on occasion, when planning an event, they’ll make sure I’m not stranded on a plane or desert island too long that I won’t be able to change my diaper. Now that we’re all older, there’s lots of health issues that need consideration. I’ve had a number of friends ask me about diapers because of leaky bladders, prostate issues, and so on. With our collective experience, we have a heart man, cancer man, diabetes man, etc, where we get information. So I guess I’m the diaper man. Haha! What a hoot - Diaperman! But I’m ok with that, as long as it doesn’t end up on my tombstone.
Thanks to technology there’s always been a network of incontinent people going back to the 1990s. It’s now a Stone Age platform but if you remember IRC - internet relay chat - there was an incon channel where we’d meet regularly for scheduled chats. Folks connecting with like interests is nothing new. People will always find a way. I never met any of the folks on that channel but I came to know them through shared experiences and sadly many have since died.
A bit early but here’s to a new year in 2021. I wish good health, peace, and prosperity to all. That includes those who don’t wish to share in this forum, as you channeling my younger self exploring the world with an open mind and in a diaper.