My Story...
So...story time maybe? July 26th marked my one year anniversary on tumblr with my diaper blog, so I thought to start out the month of August I would share my story of how I came to my enjoyment and fascination of diapers. It’s going to be short, but it’s my story.
For full disclosure, this is my personal side blog so I don’t focus as much time on it as I do my main blog, so I’m sorry if my activity here can be sporadic.
Anyway, to begin my story when I was growing up, I used to be a bedwetter. While my friends and other kids were getting older and aging out of bedwetting, I didn’t. In kindergarten, I can still remember during our daily naptimes that I would occasionally wake up having wet myself. It was known to the teachers so I would always have extra clothes and would go into a side room to change. I feel sorry for the carpet as I know the beach towels we napped on wasn’t enough.
My parents growing concerned obviously took me to several doctors to check it out. I don’t remember much about those appointments but I do remember not feeling entirely comfortable with having to drop by pants and underwear so the doctor could examine me. I do think medication was prescribed but I don’t think it ever helped.
As I’ve gotten older now and had a chance to self examine, I think it was just a mental thing. When you’re properly potty trained, your brain triggers to wake you up in the middle of the night to go pee. For me, that wasn’t the case. I don’t know the reason behind it or if maybe I was just a heavy sleeper. I just know I wouldn’t wake up and would pee the bed. It was usually every night. Once I aged out of children’s diapers, I progressed into pullups where this continued.
Sadly, as a kid...this really hampered my friendships and social skills as I avoided sleepovers with friends to avoid embarrassment. One time, in the middle of the night when I was probably 9 or 10, I faked being sick so I could go home and avoid an accident in front of my friends.
I don’t remember how I old I was when this happened, but I can still vaguely remember one of my brothers friends that somehow knew about it make a comment to him. I was in my room next door and figure he didn’t know I heard him. I have no idea if it was just a question or if he was making fun of me, but I recall my brother defending me and telling his friend I couldn’t help it. It turned my stomach hearing that though.
When I was 13, we moved to a new house in town. My bed wetting obviously continued. Before we moved though, I had started picking up learning how to play a guitar. Well, I just had a cheap pawn shop guitar to practice on. Finally at the new house, I finally was getting good enough on it that I wanted to buy my own real guitar. Before my parents would give me the money though, they made me make a deal to train myself to stop wetting the bed.
The deal was that if I went 30 straight night without wetting the bed, I could buy a guitar. So you can imagine how hard it was, but also how much of a goal that was for me to attain. I began not drinking as much at night, stopped eating anything that would turn to liquid like ice cream, etc. It was a back and forth battle. I’d go a week and have a set back, repeat. Go a couple weeks and have a set back. One time, I was almost there but had a set back. That was devastating. Finally after about 3 or 4 months of trying, I met my goal of 30 straight days of not wetting the bed. Needless to say, my mom was a bit shocked when I called in my deal for a guitar. But mom and dad followed through and bought me a $400 guitar.
After that though, I somehow weened myself away from being a bed wetter. If my memory serves me correctly, I’ve only wet the bed twice since then. I’m 33 now. Both times I woke up in the middle of peeing and managed to stop before it got too bad. The last time was probably 5 years ago. I remembered being in a dream and for some reason I took a piss in my dream. Well, the next thing I know I felt actual piss coming out and it woke me up. So, in the middle of the night I'm scrounging around my parents kitchen finding baking soda to dry my mattress, and then later that morning discreetly trying to wash and dry my sheets without my parents realizing what had happened.
So...shooting forward to 2020 and being in my own house finally. Bedwetting, pullups and diapers haven’t really been on my mind though I had occasionally checked out the random diaper blog on tumblr. However, that all came shooting back towards me when I met a buddy here on tumblr who I shared mutual interests with. In our chats, it came out that he liked wearing diapers for fun. That brought back a lot of memories to me and it really peaked my interest to try. In January 2020, I bought my first sample pack of diapers from Amazon. From there I was hooked. I’ve been wearing diapers off and on on the weekends and sometimes after work ever since. I’ve only worn publicly a couple of times. I mainly just wear around the house when I’m being lazy, playing video games or watching a movie because it’s fun. I primarily just wet, though I do occasionally mess, but that isn’t something I particularly enjoy doing because of the cleanup.
Having grown up being a bedwetter, I have no desire to repeat that again. I spent 14 years of my childhood as a bedwetter and would not wish that upon anybody. I think the wish for some people to self-induce incontinence is crazy, but I won’t judge. I just know what it was like for me and wouldn’t want that for anybody, especially by choice.
I never imagined wearing diapers in my 30′s, but after that first try, I was hooked. I don’t see my self not wearing diapers, but I know it’s not something my boyfriend (and possible future husband) takes interest in. I’ve occasionally pranked him to judge his reaction and maybe open him up to it a bit, but there may come a time soon when I need to let this side of me go. But until then, I’ll continue sharing a small portion of my diaper love here.
Anyway, that’s my story. I hope you all enjoyed. Any questions or comments, please hmu.