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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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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As I wrote in a recent post, I had a pretty big scare last April when my parents came closer to finding out I wear diapers than they ever had before. The incident caused me to abstain from wearing diapers for about six months. I don’t remember too well all the diapers I used before then or in what order, but I have a pretty good memory and record of the ones I’ve used since and in what order. If you’re interested in what diapers I’ve had experience with and how much experience I’ve had, this is the post for you!
Early last November, on top of being the first time I bought diapers in six months, was the first time I bought diapers while living on campus and the first time I bought diapers online. (I hadn’t bought online before because I’d been too afraid my parents would intercept my mail.) While the purchase was a first in many ways, it was also a beginning; I haven’t gone long without diapers ever since.
Anyway, what I bought was a 12-pack of small Tena briefs off Amazon. I’d done a lot of browsing on Amazon in the past, I think mostly before the April scare with my parents, and I’d had this choice lined up for a while. I liked it because it was cheap, a good trial-size pack, and from a brand I couldn’t get in stores.
I’d expected the small size to be a good fit based on my waist size, but it wasn’t. And I guess the size problem overshadowed the other problems I had with the diaper, because I went ahead and bought a 28-pack of medium Tena Super briefs less than a week after I bought the first pack.
Sometime while going through the mediums, I concluded that there had to be better diapers than the Tenas. They were basically the same as the Walgreens Certainty briefs I got quite often before the summer; they looked and felt mostly the same, they didn’t last long, and they leaked easily.
Continue reading “My Recent Diaper History”
One of the things about diapers that my mind has gone through many cycles on is the waistband dilemma: should I hide my diaper waistband or not?
Let me jump back in time just a little to show what I mean.
Approximately midway through the Fall semester last year, after revealing myself as a diaper lover to a friend and being accepted for it, I bought diapers for the first time in about six months. I jumped pretty quickly into wearing them to eat, to class, and in other public situations. But I told myself that it would be a bad idea to risk exposing the diaper to someone. If they saw even my waistband, they might become uncomfortable or have some other unpleasant emotional reaction, and I would have to endure whatever might come with being found out as a diaper wearer.
So, I made sure to hide my waistband as best I could. I kept a constant awareness of how my actions were moving my clothing, changing the way I moved to keep my waistband shrouded and pulling my shirt down whenever I even suspected my waistband might be in danger of being exposed. All of this caused me anxiety, in large part because it seemed like it might come off as suspicious.
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For about the first six months after I first tried adult diapers, I almost exclusively used them at home. As a result, I never needed anything to carry spare diapers in when out of the house.
Then I became more bold and started wearing diapers to class. Part of what allowed me to do this was my realization that I could discreetly carry diapers in my backpack.
When I moved onto a college campus last year, that shifted my diaper carrying tactics a bit. Here’s what I did: I kept my backpack stocked with 2-4 diapers and I kept a drawstring bag (provided by the school during a welcome event) in my dresser stocked with the same amount. I also kept a small bag of wipes in each bag.
Continue reading “A Diaper Bag Discussion”
So, something I wondered all the time before I got my first diapers was how dogs would react to diapers. They have a great sense of smell, and they like to pee when they smell pee. My family and I had three dogs at the time, so naturally I was worried. I couldn’t have my diaper love causing my animal loves to act up.
When I first got diapers, I stayed away from my dogs if I was wearing and wet. At that time, I also avoided my mom’s excellent sense of smell, so I spent most of my diapered time in my room, with the dogs and my mom safely on the other side of my door.
I’m naturally curious, though, so I got curious about the dogs. Maybe I could trust them more than I thought. It couldn’t hurt too much to try wearing a wet diaper around them to test out my fearful predictions, right? Plus, I was getting tired of isolating myself whenever I had a diaper on. I didn’t only isolate myself, actually. I also took my diaper off anytime I left my room, even though I almost always wore pants/shorts over it.
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