I usually lurk, but I decided that what the hell. Might as well share my diaper story.
Early on I was pretty late potty trainer, in that I didn’t get potty trained until I was nine. This was a mixture of physical problems with movement (had a bit of an awkward gate), abnormally small bladder and speech/language issues (dyslexia). Meaning for most of elementary school I went to a special school program. I probably could have been potty trained, admittedly. But my parents weren’t that anxious about it, as my younger sister was mildly autistic and turned out would never potty train. I think they accepted early on that I would always wear diapers. So, my mother mostly changed my messy and wet diapers for most of my earlier years with nary a complaint.
During this time, I was somewhat anxious about wearing diapers and also kind of loving them. I wasn’t so much picked on, but I did resent having to be around clearly retarded people. When I was in fact, so much more advanced than them. Same time though, I loved sitting in my room and squatting down, passing a deuce into my diaper. Or being able to pee wherever I wanted, like I didn’t need to think about it.
Around nine, the school had decided I needed to be potty trained even if my parents were lazy and decided that I was probably incontinent. After three months, I was potty trained for both pee and poo on the toilet. My parents didn’t care, they were more focused on whether I could read, write, do mathematics, and could walk like a normal human being. I remember thinking throughout this period that I really missed my diapers. Mostly because I was always rushing to the restroom to go, because I really couldn’t hold it.
Around ten, I started to steal my younger sister's diapers and used them. Part of this was me not wanting to go to the restroom every 30 minutes, and part of it, I really missed the comfort, and safety of my diapers. My mother may have been lazy, but she wasn’t dumb when she saw that some diapers were missing. It took one look through my room to find all of them. She wasn’t upset, a bit confused and asked me why I wanted them. I don’t really remember what I told her, but she decided something was fucky with school. I don’t recall if I was having daytime accidents, but it’s possible. She had me withdrawn, and homeschooled. She had already started homeschooling my sister after problems with an IEP issue at another school.
For about a good six months, I didn’t really think about wearing diapers. I was just glad not to be around all those retards. And it was nicer, less stress free schooling at home. I could use the restroom whenever I wanted, and then I started stealing my sister's diapers again, and having some accidents in my underwear. At this point, my mother kind of gave up, and decided that it was better to have me in diapers or pull ups, then deal with the messes and wet spots.
Next couple years were mostly spent wearing diapers at home, and being home schooled. Wake up, have diapers changed, eat breakfast, homeschool, diaper change, homeschool, lunch, diaper change, homeschool, diaper change, OT, playing, dinner, diaper change, playing, and then sleep was my normal schedule. Around this time, I learned my dad was a Diaper Lover, which made things kind of awkward for a little bit. But also explained why parents were a bit more open about their kids not being potty trained.
Around the time high school rolled around, my movement problems required me to use a cane or wheelchair to get around. And my mother decided to send me to another special school. That lasted for about 2 years, before she had me withdrawn after some incidents unrelated to diapers. After that I spent the remaining bit of late teen homeschooled, when I promptly ‘graduated’.
I still live at home with my mom now since my dad passed away a few years ago. Mostly doing IT small jobs, small freelancing projects and other stuff. Mom sometimes still changes my diapers now, that’s mostly my sister, which I’m grateful for. Who still wears diapers, and has a boyfriend. It’ll be sad when she leaves, then that means I’ll have to mostly change my diapers myself. But that’s life.