Incon: greetings and goodbyes
As you know, I’m untrained.
Here’s some things an untrained person can expect to say goodbye and hello to:
Say goodbye to privacy. Before I was incon, my family didn’t know I was still actively doing AB/DL things. Now they know I wet the bed. I’ve had a hell of a time keeping them unaware that I have day accidents.
Say hello to exposure. Just like when I was AB/DL, I don’t expose myself and I take sensible measures to avoid accidental exposure. However, I can’t be as finicky as I was when I was just AB/DL. If I’m changing a noisy diaper in the bathroom at work and someone walks in, I have to keep going.
Say goodbye to rest. I used to go to bed when my family did. Now I’m up for at least an extra hour doing diaper laundry.
Say hello to stress. Being incontinent takes a lot of work and time. I have to mentally subtract 10 minutes from every lunch break for diaper changes. I find it harder to sleep at other people’s places because I’m worried I might leak on their beds.
Say goodbye to style. Onesies are never optional. I don’t have the following items in my wardrobe anymore: non-onesie round-neck t-shirts, v-neck t-shirts, low-riding jeans, skinny jeans, tank tops, Speedos, briefs of any sort including boxer briefs. I either have or plan to get a lot more of the following: trousers, overalls, one-piece pyjamas, jumpsuits.
Say hello to strong colours. Here are the full range of onesie colours I can get: blue, pink, black, white, white with blue, wihite with gold, white with pink. Because I’m always wearing a onesie, my overwear has to colour coordinate with that, and there isn’t a whole lot that coordinates with strong colours without looking weird. Black is usually a good bet, but if you’re wearing it with a white onesie with a baby blue collar, it looks kinda strange.
Say goodbye to choice of diapers. I know a lot of people who are like “I only ever wear Abenas” or “I’ll never wear cloth diapers”. I was originally a disposable tragic. Now that I’m incon, I wear Abena M3s, Bambino Bellissimos, huge cloth diapers and two brands of swim diapers, and each one has a vital place in my wardrobe.
Say hello to indiscretion. When I was just AB/DL I used to be fine with buying gas station diapers. These days, the thinnest I get is Abena M3s - I get those when I want to be flexible and quiet but protected; they’re basically my underwear - and Abena M3s can be pretty damn noticeable under the wrong circumstances. During any travel longer than an hour and a half, I typically wear AB disposables; they’re loud and thick, but because I need the protection there isn’t a lot of choice involved.
Say goodbye to squeamishness. I hate poop. Abstractly I still hate it - I hate to think about it, it makes me cringe - but my visceral reaction is all but gone because I have a messing accident probably somewhere on the order of once every two or three months so it’s a far bigger presence in my life than it is in a continent person’s.
Say hello to adaptations. My bed has a pad on it and will soon have a waterproof sheet; all my bedsheets are dark colours; I’m getting a detachable showerhead. The whole ‘pretend everything is normal’ thing is not an option like it was when I just wore diapers for fun; allowances have to be made for my lack of toilet training.