Has anyone ever been busted by a family member or parent in diapers

I was wondering if any of you have ever been busted by a sibling or parent or anybody from your family aunt uncle whatever? And if you were what happend how did you explain it to them and what was there reaction to it. I think my mom knew about my diaper fetish when i lived at home but im not sure she never mentioned it to me if she knew or not. I know some of you have been caught before so i know theres a few out there fromtalking to a few of ya

Never been busted by anyone. Came real close a number of times, and it was scary. Had no idea what I would have said or done. What excuse could you give if busted, oh I'm trying my Halloween costume on, yeah that's it! In June???

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Honestly i have not been caught per say. But being a DL and wanting to become a full time bedwetter and wanting to wear diapers i have told a couple people that i wet the bed so i have an excuse to buy them wear them and use them. But i really do wish i truly needed them everytime i slept. I have other posts saying the same thing in a little more detail.

I think I got caught, but my mom never said anything. Last year when I went to Okinawa in the summer. My mom cleaned my room up. When I came back I found it all clean and where I normally stored my diapers, it was empty. I searched my whole room and couldn't find them. I finally came to the conclusion that She found them and threw them away. She never said anything about it, but I know she knows and it kinda bugs me. btw I hid them under my bed.

Oh bad baby never leave them under your bed first place they look lol. try a diffrent place next time not in your room somewhere they never go in the house maybe the garage or something like a attic space keep them there and use them when nobody is around.

Heh, Not much places to hide it actually. Where I live is quite wet weather and when it rains the garage floods sometimes, besides the garage is open and only has one wall and we don't have an attic unfortunately. Actually, I don't really think there's anyplace I can successfully hide them except in my room. No one goes in my room, it was just that one time that she did to clean my room. Normally my privacy is respected, but it was just that one time it was ignored. Now that I have a car I was thinking of storing in there, but the car is technically under my Mom and she has been driving it lately because she has to get hers fixed. No problem, I suppose. Though It does kinda irritate me that she didn't respect my privacy that one time >_

Well, my mom sure tried to catch me. She used to come in and wake me up for school. Sometimes she would just give me a shake and say time to get up baby and other times she would come in and peel the covers back like she wanted to catch me.

Fortunately, I could usually hear her coming and hide the evidence before she arrived but I'm pretty sure she knew I liked diapers. After all, she diapered me for almost six years and I'm sure I got erections at times. She also used to tease me and say “I've seen all those t- shirts you keep under your bed” at that time I used white t-shirts as makeshift diapers.

I was too scared to let her catch me, maybe I should have.

I got busteed by my parents many times and they made me wear diapers for a week at the start then it increased to whole 6 week school holiday etc

I think my mom knows but she never said anything

I got real busted but not in the conventional way. I was married and when we split up she did every thing she could to hurt me. She told my entire family I was into diapers and wetting them. Not bad enough yet, when we got in court she even told the judge and every one there I wore diapers and wet and messed in them. I'm well over that now , really she did me a favor. See now I don't have to be afraid of any one finding out.

Never been busted as such but my mum knew i had them over the years she had found and disposed of quite a few. worst was after i left home andhad my own flat, i was rushed to hospital and kept in for a couple of weeks mum brought in clean p,js for me and my toilet bag with a few odds and ends. The only problem was the morning before i was taken in i had washed some cloth diapers, plastic pants and a onesie and left them to air on a line over my bath. mums can be your best friend and confidance my mum folded my things and when i got home the plastic baby pants were in the top drawer with my big boy underwear and the diapers in the next drawe and my onesie was beside my p.j's and she never said a word about it even to this day.

Yeah i've been caught a lot a times but my parents keep telling me that its not normal to wear diapers so stop wearing them. i know i didn't get real detailed i might write a story about it though.

Once when I was about 13-14, I fell asleep in bed holding a couple of diapers that I had stashed away. When I woke up the next morning the diapers were not in the bed with me. Not on the floor...not anywhere I could find in the bedroom! My bedroom was a upstairs room. When I went to go downstairs that morning...I found the diapers neatly folded on the bottom of the stairway! I have no idea how they got there! My parents never said a word about them.

One time I was staying overnight at my mom's for Christmas and I always wear my cloth diapers and plastic panties whenever possible. But the room i was sleeping was being used by one of my brothers who was away. During the night i had wet my diaper so that they were just damp not soaked and i took them of so that no one would smell them in the morning. I put the diapers into a plastic shopping bag,then into my bag to take home along with my presents. The plastic pants(which were yellow)I put under the pillow. When I got home I realized that I had forgotten my plastic pants and had to phone my mom and ask her to put them away so that my brother wouldn't find them. Now my mom ever since she found me wearing my brothers' and sister's plastic panties from around 3-12 years old loved to rip them to pieces, so she asked if she could rip the plastic pants that I had left to pieces to which I said no. I eventually went and picked them up a few days later. My mom accepts that I'm an adult baby but she never understand it.

I never knew for certain but always felt my mother knew I deliberately wet my bed while in my teens. She certainly knew that being a bedwetter never bothered me. I often heard her talking to her friends and neighbours about my constant bedwetting and saying "He just doesn't care that he's wet and sleeps through it evn if the bed is completely soaking wet.".

My sister discovered my diapers and rubber pants when I was in my mid 30's and staying with her a few nights while traveling on business. As kids we both wet our beds and mom diapered us. I'm 3 years older than her, and wore diapers until I was 17 while she stopped around the time she started having her periods. So for several years, she saw me in diapers and rubber pants every night and sometime saw mom change me out of my wet diapers in the mornings. But since we were both bedwetters for so long no one in the family thought wearing diapers was a big deal. I finally stopped when I knew I would be leaving home for college. Mom kept encouraging me to stop an=d even promised that I could wear diapers when I came home holidays. Reluctantly, I finally stopped, even though by then I knew I like wearing diapers because diapers hade become my first and only sexual experiences. I used to play with myself under me wet diapers every night. The first time I came home for the holidays, mom asked me if I wanted diapers and I told her I did. She told me all my diapers and rubber pants were still in my dresser and I was welcome to wear if I wanted, but would have to do it myself. For next few years I diapered myself when I was home, but that became less and less often. Of course my sister knew I diapered myself when I was home, since she liked to hear all about college and we would chat well into the night in my room. By then I had diapered myself and we just talk like the old days with me in my diapers and rubber pants. Sometimes I even went potty while we were talking. She did ask me a few times why I still wore them and I confessed that I felt happier and more secure in diapers. As the years flew by I came home less and less often, wore diapers less and less and they assumed I had finally grown out of it. Secretly,. however, I knew I still wanted diapers but felt I needed to keep it secret.

Fast track 15 years or so and my career is flourishing, I'm quite successful and considered a leader in my profession, my family is very proud of me and look up to me for advice and support. But the more successful I am, the more I want to wear diapers and rubber pants and wet and mess in them and the more fearful I am that someone might discover my infantile behavior and embarrass or humiliate me and make me a subject of public ridicule. So it remained my deep, dark secret even though I was wearing as often as I could. My family of course had no idea and I was sure I would be deeply ashamed if they found out.

I called my sister, told her I was traveling on business, had a client who lived in her town and would love to stay with her for a few nights. She was so excited since it had been as few years since last saw each other. I stopped by her home to drop my bags off and to hug and kiss each other before meeting with my clients. I returned later to have dinner with my sister and catch up with each others lives. As I came inside, my sister was standing a few feet away, holding my thick diapers and rubber pants I had packed in my bags, something I always did when traveling. My mood quickly changed from excited to fear and shame. She looked at me and said “I thought I could be helpful and unpack your bags for you and I found these. I thought you had long ago stop wearing these, but doesn't look like you did. What happened sweety." I stammered for awhile, so embarrassed knowing my little sister knew. She could see how nervous and ashamed I was so she gently tried to reassure me it was alright, and encouraged me to open up about this. She offered a glass of wine and sit down and talk. I felt somewhat better, sat on her couch, and took a glass of wine to settle my nerves. “Sweety, you know you can be honest with me about your diapers. After all, we used stay up all night when you came home for the holidays and you'd have your diapers and rubber pants on. I even had to change you a few times before we went to bed, you had gone potty while we were talking, remember?” I nodded my head yes and started to tell her all about my life long desire to wear diapers but kept it a secret from everyone including mom and her. I wanted everyone to believe I had finally outgrown diapers and wetting and was just a normal guy. My sister told me neither she or mom would think any less of me because I still liked diapers and that I should open up with her and tell her all about it so she could understand. My sister had been a psych major in college so she asked the inevitable question “Do you get off wearing diapers? Is it a sexual thing for you? Is that why you never date girls? Please sweety, help me understand.” I nodded my head yes and told her all about how I used to play with myself all the time after mom had pinned my diapers on for the night and good it felt to make myself cum in the morning when my diapers were so wet, racing to cum before mom unpinned my diapers and dressed me for school. I went to tell I never really stopped wearing diapers and still play with myself whenever I can wear diapers. And how afraid I am about dating girls who might find out about my fetish. I just felt I couldn't risk anyone knowing. My sister told me “You're right that most girls would shy away from that, but many wouldn't and you need to start opening up with girls you might be attracted to. You're missing an important part of living by not having loving sexual relationships. I hope we continue talking about this tonight. Dinner should be ready soon. Now be honest, would you like to pin your diapers on now? I think you would be so much more comfortable if you did." I look at her somewhat shamefaced, so she takes my hand, helps me up and takes me to the bedroom, with my diapers and rubber pants in her hand. “Where are your diaper pins honey? Did you bring any baby powder? Oh here they are. Do you mind if I help diaper you? I'd love to and must be 15 years since I last pinned diapers on you. Take your trousers off, lay down on the bed and let me take care of you.” I take my trousers and dress shirt off and lay down on the bed. She looks at me and “off with undies." I do as she commands while she folds my diapers just like mom did, sprinkles powder on my pee-pee and bottom and starts to pin my diapers on but tells me “I can see how aroused you are. Are you always like this when you pin your diapers on. Mom told me a long time ago that you would get a hard on when she diapered you. I think she thought it was cute. Plus your manhood is nothing to be ashamed of. Most girls would love to play with it.” Finally she pins my diapers on, pulls my rubber pant over my diapers and tells me dinner is almost ready and to throw a shirt on, but otherwise she's fine with wearing just my diapers and rubber pants like both of us when we were kids. I have to admit how good I felt wearing my diapers so freely and openly. We walked to the kitchen together and as I finished he glass off wine, I felt myself trickling potty in my diapers. I felt so secure and happy.

I started to make and use makeshift diapers when I was twelve and hid them under my bed in a locking box which I still have. My kids kept their sports card in it. I surprised it didn't smell like pee. My mom cleaned and made my bed everyday and I am sure she knew about my diapers but kept it to herself. My wife knew from me leaving used diapers under the bed or else where. She never confronted me about it and just accepts it since I truly need them now.

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Hi Bluray66, that's a very cryptic answer – please tell us more, as long as you're comfortable talking about it. If not, we understand. I know we'd all love to hear though!

My mom totally knows. When I was in college I took off my diaper to shower, tied it in a bag, and then forgot to put it in the trash when I came out. Then I went to 6 hours of classes. I had a total freak-out when she texted the family group chat with “Whoever left something in the bathroom - please throw it out” after my first class. I told her I didn't want to talk about it and I haven't heard about it since (Thank god!)

I also frequently took my brothers diapers as a little kid until they were toilet trained, and pullups from church daycare. She caught me doing that too. If she hasn't already found out why I did it from the internet, I can't imagine what mental dots she's connected. I cross my fingers and hope she just forgot.

One time when my grandma was staying with us, she caught me ‘playing’ in a diaper. I was about 10 years old, and she totally freaked out. She found my stash of diapers and plastic pants, and threw them out. It was pretty traumatic.

When my mom got back from her business trip, she told my mom about it, and my mom said she knew about me liking to wear diapers and didn't think it was such a big deal. That's when they got into a big argument over it, and things weren't quite the same for a while. I think grandma eventually got over it. She never mentioned it again at least.

I managed to salvage the plastic pants from the trash, but the diapers were ruined.

Looking back, it's actually kind of funny!

Not busted in diapers at all (it just happened a lot of times in my dreams and I was desperate) but my mother found diapers and rubber pants several times during my teens. One time she told me “get rid of that you have behind the desktop or I'll tell to everyone that you wear them”. So… I think that she knew 😅

I'm not sure others would call this “busted” but at the time I sure felt that way, not just embarrassed but more like I was in trouble with my mom. Let me explain. I had wetting problems throughout my childhood. Had to wear diapers and rubber pants to school until I was 7. I continued to wet my bed until I was 17.

My mother insisted on diapering me herself since at that time disposables weren't available and we all wore cloth diapers pinned together. Rubber pants over them of course. Mom tried to help me stop bedwetting but to no avail. She took me to her doctor after not finding anything wrong told my mom to just be patient, that I'd grow out of it when I was ready, that it was not my fault.

But during puberty I began to become aroused when she diapered me at night, I started playing with my pee-pee under my diapers until eventually I came. I began to link wearing diapers to having orgasms and ejaculations and had less and less desire or interest in trying to stop wetting my bed. In fact, truth be told, I didn't want to stop so I kept wetting my bed/diapers at night. In the morning I'd wake up in wet diapers and an erection so I'd masturbate again until I came, which at that age wasn't long. Then mom would come in to get me up, take off my soggy, cum filled diapers, clean my boy parts and help me dress for school.

For the next few years, I continued to wet my diapers and masturbate once or twice until mom started urging me to stop so I could go to college and not have to wear diapers or have accidents. By then I knew I could stop but didn't want to both because I loved playing with myself under my diapers and I had become very close with my mom when she diapered me and changed me. At night she often wore her nighty and I could see her boobs and nipples when she diapered me, plus I'd have erections when she wiped and powdered my boy parts.

But at 17 I knew I had to stop, she kept pressuring me so much. Finally, she told me that if I promised to stop wetting and wearing diapers, got good grades in college, I could wear diapers when I was home on holidays if I wanted. She told me she knew I didn't really need diapers any longer, and that I was fooling around with myself in diapers.

That was the night when I realized my mom had known I really didn't need diapers and wore them for fun and pleasure. She told me she thought I had been dishonest with her about my needing diapers and it was time to grow up, and if in the future I wanted to wear diapers honestly, just to let her know and not hide it from her. She was good to her word though and the first time I came home from college for the holidays, she took me to my bedroom, told me all my old diapers and rubber pants were where they had been, and if I wanted to wear them, I could, but I had to diaper myself, but just be careful not to hurt myself trying to pin my diapers on. So that's what I did the first night home from college.

If you have a close family, THEY KNOW. You're busted. I've been a diaper boy all my life. No matter how hard I tried to keep everything secret, sooner or later I slipped up. Situations develop perfectly and guess what? You're screwed. So now I suspect everybody knows. OK. ….everybody DOES know.

When I'm diapered up and have that bulk around my waist sometimes I get the “Look”. I know it well now. A quick glance down by a person (not just family). Then comes the double take. Usually sort of wide eyed. The look is total confusion and then a quick glace up. You can see the gears in their head turning a million miles an hour while they try to figure out what they are seeing. Nothing is ever said….. But you're BUSTED! …lol…

After I quit wetting my bed, the diapers and plastic pants disappeared. But I always missed them. I remember at night taking the pillow case off and putting it on like a diaper just so I could be comfortable and go to sleep.

When I got older, I made "plastic pants" out of garbage bags and used towels. I hid the makeshift plastic pants in my room. If I "wet" then I'd wash the towel out as good as I could and put it in with the other laundry.

Looking back now it would have been so incredibly obvious. Why were there all these soaking wet towels? And I did find my plastic pants stash not the way I left it. And they did smell like used plastic pants! At the time I brushed it off, but now, yeah.

But only once was I ever confronted about it. Mom asked me if I liked wearing diapers. At the time I was walking down the stairs and I just shrugged and kept walking down. I always wonder what would have happened if we'd continued the conversation.

Well my whole family knew that I liked wearing and using diapers because I had begged my mom to put me back in Pampers when I was 4.5 and she did and I wore Pampers 24/7 until I was 7 years old. After my parents took me out of diapers I still wanted to wear them and so a month or 2 afterwards I took my allowance and some money I stole out of my mom’s purse and after school I went to the grocery store and I bought my own box of Pampers. I was so excited that I almost peed my pants getting them home. As soon as I got the box up to my room and closed my door I ripped my pants and underwear off and put on one of the diapers and it felt so good and smelled amazing (the way Pampers from the 70’s and 80’s smelled. I walked down the hall and stood infront of my parent’s full length mirror and put my thumb in my mouth and began sucking on it as I started peeing my diaper and it felt so good. I wore a diaper to sleeo virtually every night for months until one Saturday morning my mother came into my room to wake me up and when she pulled back the covers she discovereħ me in a Pampers diaper that I was in the middle of peeing and she woke me up and told me to put on a shirt and shoes and meet her downstairs and when I got downstairs she drove me to the grocery store and she bought me 2 boxes of Pampers and wipes and baby powder and made me carry it all up to the cashier while I avoided all the dirty looks I was getting because I was only wearing a tee shirt and my soaking wet diaper. But mom paid for the diapers

and we got back in the car and drove home. Mom changed my diaper on the living room carpet and had me follow her up to my bedroom where I watched her throw out all my underwear and replace them with Pampers and then cleared off the top of my dresser so that she could use it later as a changing table. And again I went back to wearing Pampers 24/7/365 until I was 10

As a person who wears diapers 24/7 , my wife changes my diapers. When we feels that I have made a accident ad needs to be changed he grabs me and tells me to walk to my room. It is noticeable when guests are around. Before we grabs me an tell me to go to my room she grabs a bottle from th kitchen. After being changed sometimes my diapers crinkle and guests notice that I'm wearing a diaper.