Telling family about 24/7 abdl

For the longest time the only person that knew about this were my wife and I. We kept it to ourselves. On one trip to see my parents I thought that it maybe time to tell my parents. I was reluctant based on the fact that it was my lifestyle and no-one needed to know. I decided it was time.

During one of the conversations with my parents I started to express to them about it and it was quite hard as it was a subject not much spoken about. But after a few moments of talking they said that as long as you did not hurt anyone that they did not mind

It was quite brave of you to tell them. You're right when you said that no one needs to know that you wear diapers. I'm sure they were surprised, probably a bit taken aback, but it sounds like they are great parents. Not all parents want to hear that their adult child has decided to go back into diapers. I never told my family. I often wish that I had told my parents, especially when I was much younger.

I never wanted my parents to know. My dad was a hard core macho man. The thought of him knowing I was wearing diapers would have set him off big time. That said, I was into diapers for quite a while before I was on my own. I had my stashes hidden in some really imaginative places. Like between the floor joists and the furnace air returns. Mom mom once found some plastic pants I had in a model airplane box. I never thought she'd go through those as she had no interest in them. (At least I thought). She told me nervously that she moved my boxes to the basement, When I checked inside them the baby pants were gone. Nothing said, but definitely busted.

Many years later when married with children we went to church with mom and dad. On the way in from the parking lot, I jumped a foot in the air when I suddenly felt mom patting my diapered butt. I turned, looked at her and saw her with a coy little smile on her face. So, I'm pretty sure she was aware of my diaper interests all along. Evidently it was never a problem with her (and quite possibly dad too, they shared everything) as nothing ever changed in our close relationship.

The only family I have that knows of my ABDL lifestyle is my wife. I have thought about telling my parents, more specifically my mother many times over the years. I've been an ABDL for as long as I can remember. Like many older ABDLs, I didn't learn about ABs and DLs until I got on the internet for the first time when I was in my early thirties. I am pretty sure my ABDL lifestyle is the result of being a bed wetter and wearing diapers until I was around 9 or 10 y/o. I have questions about my growing up a bed wetter that my Mom could probably answer. I just haven't got up the courage to tell her about my ABDL desires and ask the questions. These days with the internet and all of the other ABDL people of have talked with. I don't really feel so much the need to tell my family but still some questions remain which I may never get an answer for.

I wore diapers for bedwetting until I was nearly out of high school. Of course everyone in my immediate family knew, no way to hide it since my mother was the one who pinned my diapers on every night. I didn't mind them knowing at all except for the occasional teasing I received from my younger sister after she stopped wetting her bed and wasn't diapered anymore. But I did feel bad, or embarrassed when we got together with our relatives, like our grandparents, or cousins. They all knew I still wet my bed and wore diapers at night. We sometimes stayed over at our grandparents and I had to be diapered even when I was like 15-16 and my grandmother would be in the room while mom diapered me. She kept telling me I was too old for this and then my mom would defend me. It was all too embarrassing and I felt so inadequate. But at home, I was fine, even looked forward to being diapered by mom.

Later in life, after hiding from everyone that I loved to wear diapers and wet, I finally met my wife and started to encourage me to be more open with close friends and relatives that I was wearing diapers and rubber pants. After she and her daughter moved in with me, she told her mother and sister about me before I first met them. The first time they came over, I was wearing my cloth diapers and rubber pants which were already wet, and after greeting her, she reached around and felt my diapered bottom and gave me a hard pat, and asked me if I needed to be changed. From then on, I felt so relieved that I could be myself and wear my diapers openly that I wish I had met my wife long ago. It is a little weird knowing that I'm actually older than my mother-in-law but we seem to get along fine and she has been very sweet with me. Since then, my wife has told all of our friends who come over or we visit that I'm in diapers and rubber pants and usually lets them see me diapered.