Wearing one of my favorite pull-on diapers.
I wear diapers for several reasons, some easy to understand, and others I accept but don’t fully understand.
The practical reasons are easy.
First, I have a relatively mild case (self-diagnosed) of urge incontinence. When I have to pee, I have to pee NOW. As much as I try to plan ahead, frequently I get no warning, and when I get the urge to go I have about a minute before I start to lose control. No problem if you’re wearing a diaper, but bad news otherwise.
Second, I have a job that limits my access to a bathroom, sometimes for several hours at a time. Added to the urge incontinence issue, it pretty much guarantees accidents are going to happen. And they did, several times, before I found a solution in wearing diapers.
Third, I’m on a diuretic for high blood pressure. So I have to pee more, and more often. Added to everything else, diapers are a logical solution.
Other reasons are more complex.
I LIKE wearing diapers, and have for as long as I can remember. Part of it is sexual—the fantasy of another adult changing me, and seeing and touching my most private areas, is very exciting. I’ve only actually experienced an adult changing me a couple of times in my adult life, and it was wonderful. I get an erection just thinking about it.
I love the FEELING of having a diaper on—the extra thickness of the diaper between my legs and over my genital area just feels really good.
Being able to release a little pee into my diaper, and put off a trip to the bathroom, feels good, too. The squishy, expanded front of a slightly wet diaper is wonderful.
I love the SCENT of my pee, and the way my diaper smells when it’s first wet. Sometimes in bed at night, I’ll slide my hand down the front of my diaper for a minute, then fall asleep with the scent of pee on my hand resting on the pillow in front of my face.
The rustling SOUNDS diapers sometimes make when you’re wearing them are a turn-on. Plastic-backed diapers, and some types of plastic panties, can be especially noisy. I suspect this might be related to my exhibitionistic side, increasing the risk of getting caught wearing diapers. But the sound is a turn-on even when I’m home alone.
The bottom line is that diapers are COMFORT CLOTHING for me—very similar to the feelings I have when I’m wearing women’s clothing. I’m more relaxed, and yet more excited at the same time. It’s difficult to explain, but I suspect others who like wearing diapers can relate.
I haven’t mentioned diapers being an expression of the adult baby part of me. I’ll write more about that in a future post.