Do you ever wonder why you enjoy nappies so much?

I often wonder just what triggers a love of nappies. For me it wasn't just nappies but wetting in general. Ever since being a small boy I have liked wetting my self and wetting the bed. I'm sure there is some deep rooted reason for this kink but no idea what. I wouldn't want to be cure dof this. I am incontinent now in any case but would love to know why I like all things wet.

I love wearing thick cloth diapers and colored plastic pants so I can look and feel like a toddler

Do I ever wonder? Only about every time I get to thinking about it.

I think my story follows "the regular course" except I wasn't routinly in a happy as a child.

I remember liking nappies in first grade and stealing a disposable from a neighbor in maybe fifth. Having that first moment of thinking this is screwed up, trying to repress it and repeating that cycle until the "meh, it ain't hurting anything" (though it's still real life embarrassing).

All that and I still don't know why.

For me the love of nappies comes from bedwetting I was kept in nappies until I was ten years old. I became dry then and was ok for a few years then I was staying at my aunts house for a time when I was at college my cousin was still wetting the bed at twelve and he was put in nappies and plastic pants in front of every one and that is what awakened my love of nappies

I've wondered about it all since I was a little kid. There's very little research out there on the subject unfortunately. What I have read points at a few different reasons for the phenomenon. It's an interesting topic as there seems to be a root cause that seems to be based in early childhood. But there seems to be another group that seems to have just stumbled upon diapers and found they enjoy them. The second begs the question - is there just a repressed attraction that gets the person reintroduced later in life? I suspect that there's a few kinksters out there that have no childhood attachment. They tried a diaper on for whatever reason and found them cool. The BDSM group would probably have a lot of DLs that fall into a group like this. Diapers to them are just another tool of torture to them.

Speaking for myself, I have come to realize that my attraction was formed extremely early in my life. Diapers and particularly plastic pants have been a source of intense desire from as early as I can remember. I've read a lot of posts that folks wonder if it was bedwetting, abuse, etc. that caused us to have the fetish. Finding safety and security from an emotional storm in diapers for these folks is pretty easy for me to understand. My heart goes out to these folks.

But for me it's different. My DL points to an attraction that was formed before I was even consciously thinking. As early as I can remember I have always wanted diapers and plastic pants. They always brought about this giggly, tickly thrill that attracted me like a moth to a light. At the age of 4,5, always and increasing especially as I reached the sexual maturity of puberty.The psychologists believe this is caused by faulty imprinting. Our attraction begins when we find diapers and the related objects and sensations pleasurable and central to our reality. This all happened before we developed a personality. Before I became "me". It had nothing to do with abuse, lack of nurturing or anything related.

Psychologists have found that even newborns are sexual beings. So it's easy for me to see how we innocently get misdirected to the tactile sensations of softness and warmth. For me the touching of plastic over a thick diaper is incredibly enjoyable. I suspect I did this a LOT when I was an infant. Wetting only makes the whole experience more intense. I recall now that the early feelings that diapers brought about in me were the same feelings that sexual arousal brings now. I just simply attached the extra baggage of diapers and rubber pants and the associated experiences to the primal sexual need "to breed".

Added to this is the emotional trauma that life inflicts on all of us. Albeit in varying degrees. We all handle these stressors in different ways though. So for some people to turn to the sanctuary of a time when we were kept safe from a hard world, a time when diapers were an iconic part of that safety makes a lot of sense to me. When life presses too hard on us we wish to return to the comfort of our diapers. The fact that diapers feel so darned nice makes this phenomenon even easier. Diapers have become bonded to us as a means of defending our psyche from the onslaught of daily life.

Where the AB part of DL fits in for me is just a different point on the spectrum of DL. It's probably a point further and deeper into the phenomena. Same thing, only with more whistles and bells added. Both mentally and materially. This is where I'm at. I'm a diaper junky. Always looking to score that ultimate "diaper high". Diapers are a classic addiction for me. I am probably obsessive compulsive and would be diagnosed that by a professional. I found that by gradually adding more and more of the items related to diapers added greatly to my enjoyment. This naturally took me into the "adult baby" aspect of DL completely unintended. It started with a diaper and progressed unconsciously to where I'm now an AB. And yes, it is to a large part sexual in nature as well as comforting. I have the added flaw of enjoying humiliation. Somewhere in my early years I got myself miswired to where humiliation is a sexual pleasure. So this is added to the already existing sexual attraction of "diapers".

So, I see AB/DL totally interrelated and also in the same category of all fetishes. Talking to a shoe fetishist would probably be the same as talking to a DL. Just interchange the word "shoe" for "diaper". The same miswiring that caused us to want diapers probably caused them to want women's shoes....or panties, or whatever...

Well, this is getting long. I hope this helps those who are haunted by the diaper experience like I am. I've come to the place in life where I have shed the heavy guilt of liking diapers. I realize that I got formed innocently as a diaper lover long before there was anything I could do about it. It's as much a part of me as much as my fingers. Just enjoy your diapers. They're a part of you that isn't going to go away any more than your fingers.

You know the ol' saying about life giving you lemonade....Life gave us diapers....lol....

I have no idea.

I am usually a very sane and orthodox person. I am in fact boring.

Diapers are my big eccentricity that makes up for all the rest. I have gone so far with this that if it were anyone else doing it, or possibly someone doing it in the service of another fetish, I would consider them insane. I am not toilet trained and I am sane enough to acknowledge that if I were on the outside I would see that as insane.

No, I just do.

I got into wetting very shortly after I discovered masturbating. When I was younger I was always trying to find things to wet that would hold more because I've always loved how being wet feels and smells. I think it was inevitable that I eventually ended up trying and loving diapers.

I know why I love diapers so much, no mystery here. I wet my bed for a long time as a kid, and my mom would diaper me every night before bed as she did with my younger sisters. At that time, I we only had cloth diapers and rubber pants so mom would clean me with baby wipes, powder me and then pin a fresh diaper on and pull my rubber pants up over my diapers. Around the beginnings puberty I could have stopped bedwetting like my younger sisters did, however I found myself becoming excited around my pee-pee when mom would clean and powder me and pin my diapers on. I began to look forward each night to mom diapering me and sort of gave up trying to stay dry at night, but instead began to touch myself under my diapers when mom left my bedroom each night and then when I woke up in the morning my diapers would be wet, have an erection and would play with my pee-pee again and it always felt so great doing it in my wet diapers before mom came in to take my diapers off before school. As time went on mom would often be in her nighty when she diapered me for bed and I could see her boobs and nipples and sometimes her boobs would brush against me, getting me more and more excited and aroused. Sometimes, when I could really see her boobs and nipples my pee-pee would be so big when mom was about to pin my diapers on, she would have to grab it and push it down between my legs so she could finish pinning my diapers together. After this happened more than a few times and I was around 15, mom told me that I really needed to try to stay dry at night because I was getting too big for her to keep diapering me. She also told me that I was becoming a little too excited during the diapering and that I needed to learn how to control myself better. The first time she told me, I started to cry and said “mommy, I've really been trying hard but I just fall asleep and when I wake up I've already gone potty and I just can't stop.” Mom hugged me to her chest and I could feel her soft boobs against my cheek and I just couldn't help it but I wet my diapers right in front of her. She told me not to worry, she was so proud of me and loved me so much and was sure I would eventually learn to stay dry at night. I think it was another two or three years before mom stopped diapering me at night and while I did learn to control myself a little when she diapered me I would continue to get aroused when she wiped my privates and powdered me. By the time mom stopped diapering me I was 17, my desire to wear, wet and cum in my diapers was deeply ingrained in my psyche, so much so that mom kept my diapers and rubber pants in my dresser so I could wear them at home when I returned from university. For the next several years I continued to wear my diapers whenever I was home from university and would wet them at night and play with myself in the morning before changing out of my nighttime diapers and rubber pants. Everyone in my family knew I still wore diapers at night when I was staying with them. While I did finally learn to pin my diapers on by myself, mom would come in to my room at night and diaper me if she had time, just like she did before college. My sisters both knew I still wore diapers at home and they often saw me in my diapers and rubber pants in the mornings when mom and dad had left for work. I just always felt so comfortable around them in my diapers and rubber pants, even though they both had stopped wearing diapers years before.

Once I graduated from college and law school, I left home for good, found a job and rented an apartment in another city. I took most of my diapers and rubber pants with me when I moved and wore every night for some years before I became involved with girls I was too afraid to telling about my love of diapers and started hiding my diaper fetish. I did leave a few with my mom so that when I did return to visit I could wear my diapers and be comfortable. As my career grew and flourished, I began the old binge and purge cycle with the purge phase getting longer and longer. Plus I was dating a lot and no longer kept diapers around, but would on occasion buy some for a weekend or on a trip and renew my fetish. On one occasion, my sister found my diapers and rubber pants in my traveling bag when I visited her while traveling for business. She asked me if I still wore diapers and I told I did whenever I could but not as often as I would like, so she told me to go ahead and wear my diapers whenever I stayed with her. From then on, she would keep a supply of wipes, powder and diapers and rubber pants at her house for when I stayed over and even diapered me herself a few times. I think we both felt very close when that happened, even though she did tease me a little when she would hold my pee-pee while cleaning it with baby wipes and powdering me. Once she told me my pee-pee was too big to pin my diaper on and offered to help. I told her sure and I'd love her to death. She stroked my pee-pee until I came, cleaned me and finished diapering me. She told me I was her naughty big brother and had always wanted to do it. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her. We still talk about those times when we get together, even though she long ago stopped diapering me. I let my fiancee diaper me now and I have been in seventh heaven for the past 7 years. Both my sisters visit us from time to time and I'm always in my diapers and rubber pants when they do. Right now, I'm so wet, my fiancee is telling me its time for me to have my diapers changed.