I’ve been doing this whole diaper thing for a long time, all through high school I had diapers hidden in crafty places, and as far as I know, I’ve never been caught. I had a stash of diapers under the bottom drawer of my dresser, so you would have to look really hard to see my diaper hiding place. I had my pacifier, diapers, wipes and powder all packed into a happy little secret. I could wear when my mom stayed out late for work or if it was late at night, but it was pretty risky regardless. Probably the craziest moment of me getting almost caught was when I was about 15, I had bought a pack of Depends and planned to wake up and try them on.
I set my alarm for 3:00am, got up, took off my PJ’s and entered my secret diaper world. I sucked on my pacifier and laid down on this pink blankie I’ve had since I was born. I powdered myself, and laid down on the soft padding of the diaper, so happy to be in the comfort of the crinkly plastic. I taped up, and go into bed. Back then I was about 5’1’’ and 90 lbs, so even though it was tight, the Depend was a bit large on me. I miss the days of pull-ups being too big and size 6 pampers fitting perfect, but I wanted to experiment with adult diapers, and I wanted better protection.
I was lying in bed, warm, diapered, and I started to let go. I could feel it filling up but after a few seconds I could feel it get a little too heavy, and start to drip down my side. I was almost done but I couldn’t stop, so I wet all over my bed. I was in sheer terror, I was covered in pee, my sheets were soaked and my waterbed had pee running down the sides of it. I quickly pulled out my drawer and hid all my baby stuff and the soaked diaper, got clean and changed back into my PJ’s, and threw my sheets into the wash. Just as I turned on the washer and I thought I was free, my mom walks out of her room and asks me what I’m doing, in a drowsy, ‘it’s late’ way.
That moment lasted forever, caught in the choice I had to make. I could tell her I wet the bed accidentally, not because I’m some crazy mixed up person who has this crazy fascination for diapers. This would be pure heaven, I would get all the diapers I ever wanted, I would pack away all my panties and exchange them for goodnites and depends, maybe even pull-ups. I could wear diapers whenever, and be open about it… but I would be a 15 year-old bed wetter in my moms eyes, I would have to keep it up 24/7, embarrassing doctor visits, diaper shopping with my mom, I couldn’t lie to her, no matter how much I wanted to be a diapered bed wetter.
The next day I threw it all away, the stash, the soggy diaper, even my pacifier. I tore out all the pages in my diary with references to diapers, al my drawings, stories, everything, I didn’t wear another diaper for about six months. I’ve learned to accept it, or at least I tell myself I have, I’ve learned the purging makes the shame that much harder There isn’t a happy ending to this story, but I’m cozy and warm in a diaper while I’m re-telling it, so I guess it sort of does.

6 thoughts on “Embarrassment

  1. Wow… I see a lot of similarities between my experience and yours… I mean, across all your blog posts… I don't know if you're reading your comments, but if you are, feel free to email me if you need someone to talk to… (I'm a 22 year old Senior in College, somewhere in Texas, and I'll be more specific in email..)

  2. You know, I slowly made a way for myself to where it was a secret for me to wear diapers, but my mom knew they were in the house. I bought them online as a joke for my mom(long story) then after she forgot about them i took most of them and hid them somewhere so at least i don't have to hide the original.

  3. Dont we all do this lol. Its crazy wanting to be expected as a “normal person” and not for who we are. After meeting my wife i told her with in like 4 months and we got married like a year later with her excepting me for who i am and all my issues we have been married for nearly 4 years now.

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