Washing cloth diapers, do you enjoy this chore?

I have had an interest in cloth diapers most of my life. They always must be washed. As a teen I used to take mine to a laundromat, so my family didn't know. I talked to stranger ladies there often washing their child's diapers too. I came to enjoy this over the years, in hope I would meet one who would diaper me.

When I got my first apartment to myself, I started washing my diapers. Then hanging them on my clothes line to dry,.

I came to not care what people thought or said. Today i'm 60 yrs.old and still enjoy washing my own cloth diapers and would still hang them on a clothes line if we had one. But I love the smells of wet diaper laundry and that's part of it.

Same for me I wash my diapers an hang them out to dry all the time.

My inco stuff is always on the line for all to see.

I too have had a fetish for cloth nappies for as long as i can remember. 10 years ago I started wearing them when i could and now I wear a cloth nappy with plastic pants to bed most nights.

I wash my night time nappy out in the shower in the morning and put it in the washer. After a couple of days i wash the nappies that have built up then usually dry them in the dryer. I have hung my nappies and plastic pants out on the washing line but only when i know my neighbours are away as i have a shared garden.

I don't find washing them any problem and love the feel when i take them out of the dryer, all soft and fluffy.

I love every aspect of my cloth diapers…wearing them, using them, smelling them, putting them in my diaper pail, and washing them. Well, not so much the poopy ones, I rinse those off and wash them immediately. But definitely the ones I pee in!

But I'm limited in just how much I can enjoy this. First off, I only wear mine every week or two then wash them after I've gotten myself off with them a few times. In the past when I've left them in the closet in my diaper pail my wife complains about the smell and “My clothes all smell like your diapers!” So I have to be careful.

But once in a “blue moon” she will go out of town for a week and I'll wear them for a day or two and completely fill up the diaper pail. Before I wash them I'll sometimes go through it, take them out, smell them all, rub them all over me and just wallow in them until I have a fantastic orgasm. I truly do have a fetish for wet cloth diapers!

Also I'd love to hang them outside and at this point in life wouldn't care if anyone else saw them--but that's another “no no” as she wants all of my diaper fun to be between us or me by myself. Also we don't have a clothesline.

But I still have fond childhood memories from the early 1960s of seeing diapers on clotheslines. You could ride your bike around the neighborhood on a sunny day and know exactly which kids still wore diapers because you'd see them hanging out to dry.

This is how I know that the girl who lived next door to me wore them at night at least through the third grade and probably after that (she was my age and we moved away the summer after third grade). Once a week you'd see her diapers out on the clothesline. Even back then I remember thinking that I'd give anything to stick my head in her diaper pail! Her mother wouldn't allow any of the neighborhood kids to play indoors or go to her room. Years later it occurred to me that she probably didn't want us to see and tease her about her diapers!

I too love my cloth diapers and rubber pants. That's all we had when I was a kid and wet my bed and mom diapered me every night until 17. Both my younger sisters also wet their beds, one until 11 or 12 and the other until 7 so there were always tons of cloth diapers hanging outside on the clothes line, or stacked in a large diaper pail that smelled like pee most of time. I never really wanted to stop being diapered by mom but it ended when I left for university. Now I'm back to wearing cloth diapers and rubber pants full time. When my fiancee moved in 6 years ago, she agreed to do so despite my love of wearing diapers and rubber pants and going potty in them exclusively and promised she would change my diapers whenever needed, but I would be responsible for all my diaper laundry. That thrilled me both because I had wanted a woman to change my diapers like mommy did, but also because I got to do the laundry. I love washing and drying them and folding them properly and stacking them in my closet. Back when I was living on my own after university and developing my career, I lived in an apartment building that had a laundry room and would wash and dry my diapers usually on Sunday nights. Once while I was doing this another tenant, a young girl, came in to do her laundry and she found found out that all of my wash was cloth diapers and rubber pants. I tried to hide them but she noticed, wanted to know why I had so many large diapers and rubber pants. I ended up telling her I wore diapers, was a bedwetter and liked it. I've written about this in another post.

I am changed between 4-9 X's per day .

When I was able I had no problem with change's and laundry ,these days my care aides provide all my personal care ,house keeping & Laundry ,basically due to my health challenges I require adult supervision for almost everything that takes muscular control or effort beyond about 3 pounds,that eliminates handling loaded diapers before or after they are initially rinsed to remove urine and feces.

I remember growing up, I started bed wetting between 4-5 yrs old and at first my mother would hang my wet sheets on the clothesline in our backyard. After she decided to put me back in cloth diapers and plastic pants my mother would always hang them on the clothesline during the summer for all the neighbors to see. She had no problem telling all her neighbor woman friends of my bed wetting, I was not the only bed wetter in the neighborhood as you could see larger sized plastic pants hanging on a few clothesline.

I stopped wetting around 12 as I grew up got married in my 30's and had emergency colon surgery in my 40's which due to surgical accident left me incontinent. I went back to cloth diapers and plastic pants as that is what I felt most comfortable with.

My wife hated me in diapers but she understood and I did all the washing. My wife passed away from Ovarian Cancer at 58 so I sold the house and had a great job offer in other state. I moved into an apartment which had no washer dryer hook up so started going to the laundromat. It was run by a bunch of nice ladies. I would go to the most far away washer and dryers and at 6:00am in the morning. Eventually they would offer me coffee and come over and talk to me as I was there a couple times a week for a couple hours at a time.

You could tell they were curious and would look into the washer or dryer commenting you should use more dryers and they will dry faster but never saying the word diapers. I would always stuff the dried diapers into a big laundry bag and go home and fold them.

I finally came to terms and said I'm not embarrassed anymore. I started folding my diapers and plastic pants at one of the tables. Some of the women would ask me are those yours or they smell nice. The women would come over and help me fold the diapers and hold up my plastic pants and smile. One woman said as I was walking out one time keep dry. I'm still going there and now they just help me with my laundry, they are so nice.

I have used a combination of real cloth and disposables for many years, but recently I tried to cut down on the laundry by using only one item of cloth per night. Once used it gets rinsed in the shower and sealed into a watertight bag and when the bag is full I will launder it. Once when I opened up the machine there were only handfuls of very fine fluff and the elastics from the leg and waist openings. 😠

I think the whole lot rotted in our hot water cupboard, a sad day for a lot of my pants and a few nappies.