Do your parents know you wet and wear diapers?

I am a lifelong bedwetter, so my parents knoe that I wear diapers.

Nope just the ppl reading this

I was a chronic bedwetter as a kid and throughout my teens, so of course my parents knew. I got a lot of stick about it but eventually it just became accepted that I wet the bed and probably always would. I think my mother knew that by my teens I often deliberately wet my bed and enjoyed my bedwetting, although nothing was said. I finally became dry at night in my early 20's but am back to nightly wetting again now.

My folks knew I wet the bed and from being about 15 knew I wore nappies again at night as it was on my mothers insistance I saw the doctor and continence nurse about my constant bedwetting. After that it just became accepted I would probably always wet the bed.

Yes, both of mine do. my father does not approve. however my mother is very envolved

My mother is a nurse, so when I was wearing diapers for fun, I'm sure she knew although I was meticulous as hell about not getting caught. But as I was in my late teens I'm sure her mindset was "I don't need to know what's going on down there." The same logic applies now that I'm 31 and no one needs to know.

My parents knew since I was a bedwetter from birth.

No my parents and sister and brothers never knew about my diapers for sure at home. I think my steo mom might have suspected,caused she found some diapers a couple of time.never ask me about them directly.

My parents do not know I wear diapers or enjoy wetting them. This is extremely private to me as I do not wish to reveal my sexual fetishes or sexual pleasures with my parents.

Of course they know . been wetting my bed all my life it was my mom that put me back in night diapers

No, I see no reason to share this information with them.

To be honest I think most people know I'm a bedwetter and it doesn't really bother me.

Since spinal cord injury (Aug. 1984) they have seen me in diapers more times than I can count so I guess the answer would be yes they know

Some do. Some I don't care to share my diaper dependency with.

My parents are in their 80s and as far as I know, never knew I liked diapers when I lived with them years ago. Once my mother found a pair of "home made" training pants I'd made (by sewing four pairs of white jockey shorts together) in the closet and asked if I had a problem and needed to go to the doctor, but that was it. These days I'm more concerned with my kids finding out. But they're mostly grown up and at this point in life, I'd just tell them "what I do is my business" and that would probably be the end of it.

My mom does not know, (though I think I might tell her one day) and neither does anyone else in my family (except wife). My brother saw me in a diaper a couple of times when I was a young teen, (I set it up to be seen, I guess I really needed to share) but we never really discussed why I was standing there at 14 in a diaper.

No I don't think so. Only the professional people that I see.

Yes. One of my parents knows the truth. Everyone else believes my reasons are entirely medical.

I wet my bed until I was 17 and mom diapered me every night so yes, my parents knew I wore diapers. I stopped before college, but when I came home for holidays, I wanted to wear my old diapers and rubber pants to bed. I told my mom and she said it was OK and and that she had saved my old diapers and rubber pants just in case. So for the next few years when was home, I wore diapers to bed and all my family knew. Of course they knew I wet my diapers since mom did the laundry. Once I was on my own, I couldn't wear very often and I think my family thought I had grown out of wearing diapers. But my sister discovered I was still wearing 15 years later and was very surprised. A few decades later I met my now wife, told her about my diaper fetish soon after we first met. Once she moved in with me, she told her family I wore diapers and rubber pants. So now, her mother, sister and daughter all know I wear diapers and rubber pants all the time.

Yes my mom knows I told her about 2 months ago. I’m 34. She didn’t know what to say especially when I said I poop and pee in them. But she might not understand or get it but she’s ok with it.

Mom and dad are long gone now. But I'm pretty sure they knew. Nothing was ever said though. The first times were when I was probably 5 or so. I couldn't help sneaking a pair of my little sister's rubber pants into my bedroom and I'd put them on at night and enjoy them. I'd take them off and hide them under the dresser. They were always gone when I went looking for them. …so, I suspect Mom knew who had hidden them there.

I seemed to grow out of wanting to wear diapers and rubber pants then till when puberty started. All of a sudden baby pants and diapers came flooding back into my mind. Driving me crazy. About that time my little brother got put back in diapers for bed wetting. It only took a few days of diapers and the shame to “cure” him. But for me those rubber pants left in his drawer drove me crazy. I HAD to have them. One night I woke up early morning , sneaked over to his dresser and took them out. I was really too big for them but with some effort I could wear them. OH My GOD ! I was in heaven. I used them every night till they fell apart. Worried that Mom would see them torn up, I tried to sew them together. (Like she couldn't tell the sewing job of 13 year old kid on ripped to shreds rubber pants DUH). that's when they disappered…..

Those were the plastic pants that got me hooked. I still remember they were Playtex Toddler Extra Large baby pants. I wore them with a diaper one night to experience what it would be like to wet a diaper. What I experienced instead was a massive orgasm (my first ever). I ended up spending over an hour trying to wash out a giant cummy mess while trying to figure out what happened, so I wouldn't be found out. (Don't hide you washed diaper between the mattress and box spring either. It leaves a giant water stain for Mom to find and question you about).

I'd have to be a moron to think my parents didn't know something was up with me and diapers. That wasn't enough though. When I got old enough to buy plastic pants without them knowing, I got several pairs and hid them in my model airplane boxes. Nobody would look there right? BUSTED again…. Nothing said.

Many years later I would wear often when not at work with my loving wife's blessings. Even out in public under my clothes. One day while going to church with my wife and kids I suddenly felt a gentle pat on my bottom. Turning around there was Mom. Smiling….nothing said. Her trained eye evidently saw my diaper butt and wordlessly commented. So can I say they knew? Not in the classic sense of being outed. But yeah, they knew. But never said,. Mom did say to my wife once that I was “peculiar” though…..

My Parent (singular) was the driving force behind my discipline with diapers and humiliation. Dad had passed away before I was born. My dad was an abusive man which was the cause of my mother's lunatic ways. Her abuse for me had all of its roots in the abuse dad inflicted on her. This all came out when we sat with Child Services when I was removed from my mother's care. The Psychologist was quite convinced that if my diaper care was not continued I would suffer a breakdown. I was a mentally abused teenager dependent on diapers and humiliation.

Maybe he was correct in what might have happened but I became an Engineer 7 years later instead of a basket case. Some people say Engineering is as bad as diaper dependency. LOL Thanks API Institute.

“Some people say Engineering is as bad as diaper dependency. LOL”

I'm a chemist, and we chem majors used to talk about courses in social skills for engineers, such as “use of a knife and fork”….

We were working a job in which we interfaced with the test engineers, and one particular engineer was the brunt of most of our razzing. One day he announced that he'd gotten engaged, and a female chemist, the last person from whom such a comment would be expected, came right back with “Does she speak English?”

To keep this post on topic, yeah, my folks knew about my thing for plastic, and I always had to find different hiding places for what little stuff I had.

LOL… Messy engineers. I was a tool and die maker/ machine tech. I spent a LOT of time cleaning up my engineer friends messes. Maybe diapers should be like pocket protectors. Required gear.

I was one of 25 Engineers in a Contract Drilling Company and a diaper would not hold all the bullshit from them. Do they make industrial-capacity diapers? Dam talking about load and destructive testing! LOL

Sorry, P.Engineer humor.

Yes. I'm clinically incontinent and have been for most of my life (although not continuously — I had long periods out of diapers but it's unlikely I will be leaving them again), so my immediate family knew I was back in diapers as of the last time we spoke. They didn't know, or at least didn't more than vaguely know, that there was any AB/DL element.

Yes, my parents know. I was at their house at the start of the pandemic, and right after getting Covid, my bladder went haywire. They went with me to several urologists; we were all freaked out by this loss of control. It wasn't pleasant having accidents in front of them, but that's in the past now, everything's cool today.

My birth parents are blissfully unaware of the mutant I have become . My adoptive mom before her death before I had full time care had changed me many times .

I started using makeshift diapers at age 12 and hid them in a wood locking box under my bed. I often forgot and left used or unused diaper in my bed usually between the mattress and wall. My mom always made my bed and straighten up my room. My diaper would always be where I left it. So I am almost sure she knew, and nothing was ever said. Since I did this until I enlisted in the Navy I would say it was a sure bet. She probably thought it was better that her son cum in his diapers instead of his underwear.

My parents divorced back in the 80s. My dad never knew. My mom probably did but never said anything. Once on a long trip with her I had to stop at a roadside bathroom to change. I had to get a new diaper out of my luggage in the back. Also I was famous for needing extra potty stops when I was little. It wouldn't take much to put those together.