It wasn’t until middle school the seventh grade in particular did my want for diapers came back. But I remember after he left that was the last time for a while I stole or used diapers. Thankfully he accepted that and we moved on from it. He asked what was in there and I froze up and told him boring pictures. That is where I stored my stash of two or three diapers for next use. Then I had this box with a lock on it that my mom had given me. My friend and I were hanging out in my room when he wanted to see my stuff. It hit me when I had a friend over one day.
Eventually, I realized as a 7 or 8 year old I shouldn’t be doing it.
I became pro at stealing/using/and throwing them away incognito. I know my parents didn’t know I was doing it because I remember them often being puzzled by the fact there were diapers missing. So when my sister finally came home stealing and using her diapers became a norm. I’m sure my Mom and Dad knew but I guess they thought it would wear out eventually. Don’t ask me how my memory is this good but I remember it. I remember putting them under a bunch of trash to throw them out. After I was put to bed, I would sneak out of my bed and wear the diapers and even use them. I would sneak into the baby’s room and put one or two diapers down my pants and sneak them home. Before she was born whenever I went over my cousins’ house or a relative or friend with a baby still in diapers. Before I even saw her at the hospital I knew this meant one thing: diapers will be in the house. When I turned 7 I was blessed with a baby sister.
Since then my mind has never been free of the want and desire to wear diapers. Another thing I used to love, whenever I had a babysitter I used to purposely go in my pants because then they would put me in a diaper without any questions asked. However I remember that I always used to sneak and find her emergency pack of diapers she kept for me and try to wear them.
My mom quickly realized that I would have an, “accident,” just because I liked the diapers. I even remember when I was being potty trained, if I had an accident I would be forced to wear a diaper for a day. But I do know that I enjoyed being put into diapers. Obviously being 20 now I can’t say I remember it too clearly. Really young in my life, I remember I really enjoyed diapers. But before that, I just wanted to say thank you to every member on this site, for helping me accept who I truly am and making me comfortable in my own skin. To celebrate, I thought I would share my story and how I came to be as an adult baby. Today marks the 1 year anniversary in the AB/DL community.