My "thing" started long ago with more of a mental dependence of diapers/nappies. I was late out of them as a child, very clearly recalling being diapered in the evening, feeling the bulk in my pajama before drifting off to sleep and being taken upp and changed in the morning by my mom's part-time housemaid or Mon herself.
In that time - around 3-4 yo - i was never let out without a diaper on, and my mother took me by the hand to go out shopping, me always wearing diapers and plastic pants which must have been very obvious by the padded butt.
Once in the hospital i was teased by the other kids in the ward for being the only kid there still in diapers, being walked and carried in the corridors by nurses between different examinations. I remember sitting on one nurse's arm, feeling her warmth on my thighs and compressing my diaper.
It was never a big thing for me, but when Mom decided to train me out of them, i missed them and asked if I could get them back.
Long story slightly shorter i did try diapers again in my adolescence, and quickly got caught in a mental dependence. This proceeded to a physical one. Now I have heard and read that this isn't an actual incontinence, that it might be possible to train me out of them again. But i have adapted to them and feel safe in them, and at my age 67 i can't really see the point of that. Age makes me also feel more accepted this way, and since long I don't give a second thought if my diapers are visible under clothes, which I know they often are. Though i don't specially expose them, I am the diapered man to the surrounding world.
I wake wet every morning but with a clean dry bed. Why wouldn't I like it that way?