When did it Start?

How old were you when you realized you had an attraction towards diapers...

I was out of diapers at age 2....I know that because I remember potty training...I also remember that I wanted to get back into diapers as soon as I was out....Only one time was I diapered for wetting my pants...I was maybe 3....My mom got fed up and put me in a diaper....I don't remember much, just that I was laying down and she took a diaper from one of the kids that she babysat and put it on me and said..."if your going to wet your pants like a baby...then your going to wear a diaper like a baby."

even then...as much as I didn't want to wear the diaper....I did....so I know I've liked em since I was around 2 years old.

And you guys (and gals)

Well dont quite recall when it started but i know prettty much my whole life i have loved em or fantisized about them. but when i was 20 and in the hospital for being parylized from my neck down and couldnt controll my bladder or bowels the nurses diaperd me and pretty much cared for me like i was a infant . thye used to check my diapers like i was a baby just pull the front of my sweatpants away ans grab. thye would wash me and powder me and spread ointment on me . feeding by spoon from them ,yes while wearing a bib. and of course the bed time always the same thi ng every night fresh diaper lots of powder a drink of water and a tuck in from the nurse LOL . never got a bed time story out of it. and yes thye used to check my diapers in front of other people if i was in the hallway strapped in my wheel chair and i was 4 point harnessed into it so i couldnt fall out. embaressing but highly erotic and thats when this diaper thing blossmed for me used em ever since.

I was around 6 or 7 when I found a diaper left by a kid my mom babysat for and for no reason I can recall I decided to put it on it barely fit but from then on I always tried to sneak one whenever possible

I wore a stick-on catheter with a leg bag for a long time. While on vacation, I wore a catheter for many hours and got a big blister on the end of my pee pee. The only thing I could do is get some diapers. After wearing the diapers for several days, I discovered that I really did enjoy wearing them! I have been wearing them ever since. Forget the catheters and the blisters! ouch!!!! :'(

For me it started this year when I started wetting myself at work

before I could make it to the bathroom. With that big wet spot in the front-I wasn't going to let that happen again. Now I wish it would have happened sooner - I love the feel of diapers so much - I wear them all the time!

I was about 16/17. I found a dirty magazine and was enthralled. I got up the courage to buy a Hustler at the liquor store and the issue had a section on big babies. I read the articles on that subject over and over again and finally got up the courage to go to JC Penny's and buy some cloth diapers.

I was hooked ever since. It wasn't until much later when disposables came out that I actually started using them. Now, I would stay in diapers 24/7 if I could.

Hello everyone.

I was 4 yrs old when I knew I had a thing for plastic pants ! I have no idea why I liked them. I was dry at 14 mnths old and was never put into nappies again after that.

Why I mention this is because there was no memory of any kind of pleasure resulting from having a nappy on.In fact It wasn't nappies that I was into when I was four, it was plastic pants.

I didn't even know they were called plastic pants.I have only older siblings so I had had no experience at all of witnessing other children having their nappy changed? I just knew I loved plastic pants.

We lived in a small village in Essex which had a little shop that sold all things for baby.In the window where often many types of plastic pants displayed.

At the time (1972)they were the equivalant of 4p a pair! I stole 10p from the pot on the sideboard (money for the electric meter)and trotted off up to the little shop. I went in and asked for a nappy as I did not know what the plastic pants were actually called.

The lady took a big pack of terry nappies down from the shelf! I didn't know what they were.She saw my confusion and after a long awkward time realised that i wanted a pair of plastic pants. She asked all awkward questions like what colour? and what size? I didn't know,I just wanted the pants! Eventually I walked out with a pair and stuffed them into the pocket of my duffle coat.When I got home I hid them under my pillow.That night in bed I took them out and the first thing I noticed was the lovely smell they had.I put them on in bed.They were a little small but I didn't care,I had some plastic pants! I got no sexual arousal of any kind,I just loved having them on. It is still a mystery as to why I had this longing for plastic pants especially as I don't remember ever having seen a pair before or even knowing what they were called. Since then I have loved plastic pants of all kinds.It wasn't until much later though that I started to enjoy having a nappy on as well.I'm not too keen on acting the baby but do enjoy having a terry nappy on with plastic pants over the top. My wife knows fully about my likings for plastic pants and luckily she is fine with it.It has never been a problem for her.Although 'there is a time and a place' as she puts it. I'm not one to want to be wearing them 24/7.Just a couple of times a week .

I watched my cousin being put in plastic pants when he was 6. You would have thought he was being spanked the way he cryed and pleaded not to be put in his plastic pants. Mom said your wearing them! Then on they went over his undies!

I remember being in first grade (catholic school) when the nun threatened to put us into diapers (I can't remember the reason why). I think it was an empty threat, because no one ever did that I was aware of, but I remember secretly wishing that I could be diapered.

I was made to wear clothy diapers and pink plastic panties(it was the only color they has,they said) because I wet my pants and my cot at nap time. I was told that I was a sissy baby and for the other kids to tease and pull at my plastic panties like a sissy little baby by nuns in kindergarden

I can remember that this desire was with me beginning about age 5-6 as that is about as far back that my memory works. Just always wanted to be in diapers, was never bedwetter, just always had the urge to be in diapers and plastic pants. and now in my mid 50s the urge is just as strong.

Like quite a few others I started to get into diapers around the age of 7 but I really couldn't tell you why but I can remember using my younger brother and sisters diapers. The bigest change came when I left home at 16 and started working.Back then it was really hard to find anything out about adult diapers and the internet did not exist eventually I found an add in the back of a trade magazine and bought my first lot of real cloth diapers by post I really couldn't,t wait for them to turn up and was so excited just with the anticipation of what I was going to do. When they did arrive it was like heaven all that experimenting.

I'm kind of a late comer to the diaper scene. I didn't try my first diaper til I was 26 and I didn't really identify as an AB until about a year ago.

I can see now things that I did or thought as a kid that kind of hinted at me being an AB but the idea of stealing or trying on diapers never crossed my mind.

I was nine when I realized I wanted to wear diapers again and wished I could go back to being a baby again so I can wear. I discovered the whole AB/DL thing when I was 12 and realized I was not alone. I did not hear of the term diaper lover until I was fifteen so I thought wearing diapers alone would make someone a AB because I associated diapers with baby like most people do. Now I know better. For the first three years, I thought I was alone to liking them and wishing I could be a baby again. Then once I discovered online I was not alone, I got obsessed with it and wanted to wear diapers rather than denying it thinking I can't do it because it's not normal and only old people wear them and babies and handicapped people. I knew about bedwetters wearing them too. I just didn't know people wore them because they liked to.

Thinking long and hard about this I guess I have always had the desire to be wet. I was a very late in being potty trained. My mother had several attempts and only just had me clean and dry ( ish ) in time to start school at 5 years old. The trouble was I never complained about being wet or dirty and if left alone would and often did spend all day in the same filthy wet nappy. My bedwetting continued all through my childhood and didn't bother me at all. I couldn't see what all the fuss was about. I remember being fastinated by a boy in our class who always wet him self and just didn't seem bothered by his wet pants. This made me want to wet again and sometimes I would wet just enought to feel it and hopefully no one noticed.. Sometimes when playing at home I would wet my pants for the hell of it staying wet if no one noticed.

I was in my teens before my bedwetting started to improve but out of laziness and the desire to be wet I often just deliberately wet my bed and slept in it if I woke needing to pee at night.

Sometimes I would deliberately wet my bed before going to sleep so I could be wet all night. I was in my 20's before I finally became reliably dry at night and even then there has been some bedwetting episodes during my adult life. Now I am back to nightly bedwetting and fast loosing my day time control I couldn't be happier. I am just as I was always meant to be.

The desire to be in diapers started when I was taken out of them. I wet the bed until I was around 10. I was diapered every evening, put in cloth and plastic pants. I never had a problem being diapered and it was normal to wake up soaking wet. Had to wear them on many 'day time' occasions and the part I hated was being change when my wet diaper was taken off - cold and wet. Always felt better to have a new diaper pinned on. When I started to dry up and wasn't put in diapers anymore, I felt kind of naked going to bed without them. Used the pillowcase to get the same 'diapered feel'.

It started when i was about 6 then my mom started to diaper me and i never could stop guess i was addicted guess there are worse things than diapers blushes

After my husband bought me my tablet. I started reading erotica and came across ageplay & adult babies in diapers.

I sure wish I could play in them more!

My early experiences that led to my loving diapers are pretty well documented in other posts here...

It didn't really start with diapers so much as a desire to intentionally pee in my pants. I lived next door to a girl, my age, who did this all the time and this fascinated me to the point of trying it myself. At one point she left her peed-in shorts/panties on her porch and I found and smelled them. That and my own experiments wetting my pants led to me developing a strong attraction to the smell of peed in clothes.

Then (another story I've told here many times), I looked in a girl cousin's diaper pail and saw / smelled her wet cloth diapers and after that was hooked. I then lived for a year or two next door to a family with a two-year-old girl who played on their porch and wet her training pants all the time and was fascinated with this.

It then all went dormant for a few years until the older sister of a friend across the street--very pretty high-school-aged girl--wet the bed. He told me about this, I found her wet sheets / panties in a pile of laundry in the basement and took them. This was during my "puberty" years and I smelled them and got myself off for days.

That's when I started wetting my "tighty whitey" jockey shorts again, I'd wet them and get myself off, then for the next few days continue smelling them / getting myself off. I'd use the same pair, they'd dry out, I'd wet them again. It was about this time that I decided to try wearing "makeshift" diapers (the "towels and trash-bag-plastic-pants" thing). I've been hooked ever since!

Around age five, I was reintroduced to diapers by one of my step-sisters. My birth parents divorced when I was two, and my father wasted no time dating and remarrying... over and over. By the time I was ten years old, I had lost count of the number of step-siblings (and almost step-siblings) I'd had. At the time of my first experiences with diapers, my father was married to a woman with three daughters, one of whom was my age. I can't remember why we started doing it, but she and I would take these baby-doll diapers into the attic and pee in them. The memory is pretty fuzzy, but I remember us going into separate corners of the attic, pulling our pants down, and soaking these little diapers. And I definitely remember that it was her idea.

Shortly after that, I found a baby diaper while digging through the closet (at my mom's), and promptly took it to my mother, requesting to be diapered. She denied my request.

When I was around nine, I deliberately had an "accident" while at my dad's house. I don't remember my exact motives, but I think I was trying to get diapered by my dad, and I already enjoyed peeing in my pants by that point. Feeling adventurous, I waited until my bladder was pretty full, and then stood in front of the toilet and let loose... into my underwear. When I had finished, I concocted a clever plan to "hide" my wet underwear: I was going to take them off and toss them into the corner, and then leave. I felt very accomplished until my father confronted me not long after, asking if I'd had an accident. And again, no diapers.

At the time of the underwear wetting, my father was married to a different woman, who also had three children (two boys, one girl). Her oldest boy was a year younger than me, and he began to have bedwetting issues around that time. He eventually had to start wearing Goodnites to bed, and my passion for diapers was reignited. Every now and then, I'd sneak one from his dresser and take it into the bathroom to pee in it. I'd even wear them around the house sometimes (hidden under my clothes, of course), and once I tried to wear one out to the bowling alley. Unfortunately, my step-brother ratted me out to my dad, and I had to take it off before we left.

I also have a few hazy memories of wetting my pants when people surprised/spooked me, and some times that I grabbed a diaper or two when the opportunity arose (baby diapers in grandma's garage, baby diapers in a nursery, great-aunt's Depends pull-ups, etc). Ever since those first experiences in the attic, my passion for diapers (and wetting in general) has only grown, though I wouldn't say I truly acknowledged it until my teens.

I knew I liked something as early as 7 or 8 years old. But didn't know it was exactly diapers. In middle school, 6th grade when I was 12, it was the 1st time i actually got my own hands on some actual diapers, even though they were a older. A size 6 Luvs if you will. Middle school time was the start of my understanding of the community and the desires about diapers