Your photos are so cute! Love how you use language.You mentioned you wet the bed growing up. How did you feel about wearing diapers at night back then? Were you embarrassed or did you like it? And how were you diapered at night β€” did someone diaper you or did you slip a pull-up on yourself?



Thank you for the compliment πŸ’•

I’m afraid that too few memories are left for me to grasp whether it was embarrassing to be put into diapers, or to know even who diapered me, or what kind of diapers they were. The memories that remain are about how I am in the bottom part of a bunk bed wearing pajamas and a diaper (I don’t know what kind of diaper), and everything felt complete.

I sometimes wear a diaper to bed now… and in the middle of the night I wake up with a full bladder. Not to train myself that it’s okay to wet the bed, I walk to my bathroom and wet my diaper ^^. It’s really surreal to wake up with a wet diaper (even if I did it consciously), and it’s the hugest turn-on ever for me. If I had a partner, they’d definitely find me at my weakest at that moment. You could do anything to me, probably even a kiss would make me come into my diaper.


Insightful comment on your struggle with your inner baby.

I wish you could just use your diaper with less fuss & get a better sleep.πŸ€—

I wouldn’t want to become reliant on diapers and wet them at night without realising. Diapers are for fun and I want the fun to be on my terms 🧑. I really love the sensation of peeing myself and feeling it disappear, and feeling the diaper swell up in response. (Sorry for being weird with this, but it’s just who I am)

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