My diaper use has fluctuated over the years, for various reasons, but I don’t think I’ve ever changed my goal. My overall aspiration has always been to be diapered all the time (with no gaps except the necessary ones). To use the common term, I’ve wanted to be 24/7.
On multiple occasions, for various lengths of time, I’ve been roughly 24/7. There were persistently two main reasons I wasn’t fully 24/7. One of the reasons was external and one was internal. The external reason was my need to balance wearing as much as possible with being secretive. The internal reason was my often-low commitment to wearing to bed.
As mentioned in my previous post, I recently explained my diaper lover identity to my mom and gained my parents’ acceptance for this part of me. This removed my need to limit my diaper use in order to maintain secrecy. During my initial period of elation about my newfound freedom, I took to wearing diapers at all times. I felt that since I finally could do it, I should. Part of my approach was actually to force myself to wear even when I didn’t feel like it.
Eventually, due to my emotions leveling out more and due to exhaustion and stress from work, I drifted back toward my previous ‘roughly 24/7’ lifestyle. This lifestyle included a habit that I’m ashamed of. It was a habit that I wasn’t happy with when I was doing it, and I wish it had never become a habit.
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If there is any lesson we might learn from diapers, I think it is that changes are inevitable. Those of us who wear diapers are well aware that you must change them sooner or later. It is somewhat under your control, but somewhat not. It is really only a question of when—and your bodily functions usually solve that equation for you. If you refuse to change when you know you should, the results are unpleasant.
Sometimes you change when you don’t need to, though. Sometimes your diaper is only halfway full, but you change anyway for one reason or another. On the other hand, sometimes you hold off on changing for as long as possible. Until the last second before you leak. Sometimes you wish you could go longer without a change, but you just can’t. You’ve started to get uncomfortable even despite your enjoyment. Sometimes you regret changing, but there’s not much you can do about it at that point. You just have to move on. Maybe you can make a better choice this time.
Sometimes, though, changes are wonderful. They are long anticipated. They are welcome. They are satisfying. They are new beginnings. They are fresh starts. They make you more comfortable. They make you happier.
Since the last time I posted on this blog, there have been some changes in my life. Diaper changes, yes, but not just diaper changes. Really big life changes as well.
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Now that I have a superhero-esque illustration representing me online, I think it’s only natural for me to finally share my origin story. By that, I mean the story of how I first became a diaper lover.
I’ve been a diaper lover for a long time, so I’m not 100% certain of when I became one. Perhaps I’ve been a diaper lover for my entire life. I do have very early memories of being fascinated with peeing and pooping, and this seems significant. My mom has also told me that one of my favorite VHS tapes to watch when I was a baby was a tape about how to potty train a child.
While being fascinated with bodily release functions is—in my opinion—at least a precursor to my love of diapers, I don’t think I was actually a diaper lover until I was a bit older. I think the first time I specifically wanted to wear diapers was whenever I was in first grade. This is just a theory, but I have enough anecdotal evidence that I believe it.
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Fun fact: The original name of this website was Diaper Demigod’s Domain. I quickly pared it down to Diaper Demigod.
Anyway, this is just a quick announcement post to let everyone know that I’ve upgraded my blog with a .com domain name. Now all you have to do to reach my site is type “diaperdemigod.com” into your favorite web browser! Cool, right?
I’m hoping this will make my site easier to come across and easier to remember. Maybe things won’t work out that way, but I’ll be happy regardless because I mostly just wanted a .com domain name for the aesthetics of it.
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I don’t know where to start. It’s been almost three years since I began this blog and more than two years since I last posted to it. I loved doing this blog and I never intended to stop posting. At the end of the summer of 2018, when I was about to return to my university, I figured I would have to post less frequently, but I still wanted to post. I certainly still had diaper adventures.
Wow! I’ve had so much happen in my diaper life since I stopped posting. I want to share everything on this blog, but I’m not going to do so immediately. It would be way too much; plus, if I shared everything in my first post, I wouldn’t have anything with which to bait you wonderful readers into checking back in. Well, that’s not entirely right, since I have diapers in my future as well as in my past, but still. Back to what I said before: I can’t begin to unpack the last two to three years in one post!
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For the majority of the time since I started buying diapers for myself, I didn’t like wearing diapers to bed. I had several reasons for this, some being:
- I couldn’t enjoy the diapers in my sleep
- I couldn’t use the diapers in my sleep
- A diaper combined with my blanket made me too hot
- Waking up in a sweaty diaper felt bad, and that’s how I always woke up in one
- Tossing and turning in my sleep put a lot of mileage on diapers, crumpling them and such
- Sleep movements and length sometimes caused leaks
- Peeing while laying in bed, just before or after sleep, often led to leaks
With such an extensive list of problems, I’m sure it’s clear I tried wearing to bed many times without many positive experiences. Indeed, I tried over and over; in theory, wearing to bed was fine at worst, but in practice it was fine at best.
So, what changed my attitude? I don’t know, really, but I can speculate.
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I wrote a post on Sunday about how I was running low on diapers and trying to decide what to do about it. Out of four options, I was leaning toward the second, which was to buy a pack of GoodNites and ration them once I ran out of my Prevail and NorthShore briefs. But “leaning” isn’t much of a commitment, so at the end of the post I promised an update on my decision once I was more sure.
One thing I’ve done (though it hasn’t been completely intentional) that has helped me decide is I haven’t worn a diaper since Sunday, even though I have briefs available.
That has allowed me to eliminate my third option from consideration. That option was to continue business as usual (diapered 24/7) until I ran out of briefs and then go cold turkey. It was an option because I wasn’t sure I could handle option four, rationing my remaining briefs (and not buying more). Now that I know I could handle option four, it has become more of a possibility.
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At one point toward the end of last semester, I had a close call with being found out by my roommate when he walked into a public bathroom while I was changing my diaper in a stall. Read on for the details. . . .
While I sometimes changed my diaper in the bathroom I shared with my roommate when he was home, I don’t think he ever realized what I was doing in there. At least, he gave no indication he did. And he was always pretty absorbed in his own world (I’d say more than most people) so it makes sense he would never figure me out.
But public bathrooms are a different beast. It’s way less private in there. Stall walls don’t reach the floor, and there’s often a substantial gap between stall doors and stall walls that’s easy to see through, even when you’re not trying to. Plus, sound travels well and echoes.
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