What caused this fetish?

Not really sure for me... I have just always been intrigued by them

No one really knows why they like diapers so all we can do is speculate. I think I like mine because of things that went on in my childhood. The bullying I faced, the rejections, immature emotions and social skills and I remember when I was a toddler, I liked my diapers and I liked peeing in them. Then I got tired of them and quit after I figured out I was not a baby anymore and I was supposed to go in the potty. I had no desire to wear them for six years nor did I have any interest in them. Then it came to me one day that I wished I could go back to being a baby and wear them again. I didn't know why then I had that feeling. Maybe it was a matter of me not wanting to grow up because as you get older, you get too old for things like playing in play area, no more Easter Egg Hunts, no kid menus. I was bummed when I found out at age eight I was too old to play on this fake ship at a mall we always went to. Then when I was nine, it was always a torture to be in that area and not be able to play on it because my brothers were and I had to sit out and wait as they played an had fun. I felt so old. Then I see these two toddlers playing and it triggered it.

A 8 month stay in a physical rehab for being paralyzed from neck down at 20 Y.O. Was placed in diapers by nurses and cared for pretty much like a baby 24-7 (no they dont change you like a baby by lifting your legs.). Had a few student nurses back then that i got really close with who really took great care of me and made sure i was well taken care of and dry at all times.

How did they change you then?

Like they do all adults. Roll you from one side to the other and remove, clean and re diaper you. No lifting of legs in the air like a baby. Just a simple side roll and wipe and and new diaper put under and pulled up and through. Not really all that exciting truthfully lol.

But it is a very bonding thing between patient and nurse. After all you are fully exposed and being cleaned and powdered and re diapered by them. After 8 months they are like your foster mother. Taking care of all your needs and making sure your safe and dry and comfortable, and in my case fed (remember i could even lift my neck for quite a while).

Deep in my memory is an image of my mother pushing my face into a pissy diaper when I was young as punishment for something I can't recall.

She was abusive to me and I eventually was taken out of the home and placed into state custody.

But that had to be where it came from.

I have loved diapers for as long as I can remember.

Mine started back in my early tens from bed-wetting, nope parents didn't put me back in diapers but i did have a female in my 3rd grade class that was incontinent, wore cloth diapers to school and we were also neighbors so we kept each others secrets and I got it in my head that I should go back wearing diapers. So I have been doing it every chance I get.

I had always thought about wearing diaipers as far back as when I was a 13 year old. I really didnt get into untill I was married and read about others doing it on the internet and sex magazines. Now I cant get it off my mind. I will go for weeks and not do it but just like right now I have got to do it again. It makes you feel a little perverted I guess thats part of the attraction. Then after wearing them and using them you feel ashamed, especially if you have an orgasm while wearing or shortly after.

When I was a kid, there were a few neighbor girls, around my own age, that were still in diapers. I was young enough that if an accident had been had, parents would just plop their kids down, and change them in front of me.

I think that was enough to get me interested. I'd had a bit of a preschool crush on some of these girls, and being around them when they had a messy accident always got me thinking about it, I guess. What did it feel like for them? Did they enjoy it? Many times, we'd be in the yard, and we'd hide from their parents for a little while. My main crush back then, Kara, seemed resistant to training. She would have been about five or six before she was out of diapers entirely. Lots of times playing in the backyard, she'd be messy. I think she used her diaper so often while we were playing in the yard because her parents would be distracted by mine, giving her time to avoid the potty.

As I aged, I think I began to fantasize about some of those times together. Although I had worn, occasionally, I definitely know I'm more interested today in a partner being in diapers than myself.

When I was little I had a lot of pooping accidents, past the age of four. For this I was made to wear a big, thick bunch of underwear (all white, all double-seated) which looked and felt like I was in diapers. Even though it was embarrassing to have my two sisters and all of their friends seeing me like this, I also liked the attention in a weird sort of way. The tight, thick material also gave me a constant erection, which I associated with being caused by wearing diapers and thick, white underwear.

I have no (particularly good) idea why I like to wear diapers. I have quite a few memories from when I was six years old, the age at which I began borrowing and using my sister's diapers, but I can only remember wanting the diapers, not the reasons behind the wanting. I do have one memory of being diapered at bedtime when I was three, and while I do often replay that memory when diapering myself, the baby me in the memory seems to have been indifferent towards diapers.

My sister's cloth diapers had been mine before I was potty-trained, so I've often wondered whether having my diapers taken away and given to my sister might have inspired me to take them back. *shrugs* It's all I can come up with, and it couldn't possibly be the whole reason for my fetish as there are surely many children of my generation who had similar experiences and remained potty-trained. 😃

I think some of us are born with a predisposition to these kinds of attachments, and end up here because of some otherwise minor "trigger" event.

But I'm no psychologist.

Mine started when I was little....I was told if I wanted to go to school, I had to be a big boy and use the potty....well I used the potty, went to school, and started getting bullied at school and realized that school was a horrible place, so I used to go to a friends house across the street and "borrow" diapers from my friend's baby brother.....and this was back in the days when Huggies were really thick, but of course all diapers were back in the 80s. But yeah, that's how it started.

I remember that I wanted to stay in diapers at 2-3 years old.

I also did not want to give up my crib,

Wearing diapers for my bedwetting into my late teens .The diaper pail in my bedroom as a teen. The smell of my bedroom.The sight of the clothes line full of my diapers drying.

What got me started I was a bed wetter when I was in my late teens and I went to a local rite aid and found the adult diaper section and found ones in my size and took them home and tryed them out they were still plastic backed not cloth like they are now. I tryed them and woke up with a dry bed but wet diaper and ive liked them since and still use the plastic backed diapers

Well this fetish, for some but certinly not all, is a self defence mechanism, those who experience some childhood abuse or tradidgy, may want to return to the innocence of their youth, when they were kids. Others, wet the bed until their teenage years and later want to return to that comfort and safety. Some saw the idea and liked it, some were introduced to it. But there are also people like me, i have no idea how i became a DL, it is just something i grew up with, i have never wet bed, and in fact, i have an iron bladder, no matter how full it is when i go to sleep, i always wake up dry, it never fails, only one of my relitives to wear diaper beyond age was one of my cousins who wet his bed for a short amount of time

So i was thinking. What causes a DL? this is a really popular thought for many, but not for all though. Many (i wanted to say most but i wasn't sure of it) had to wear diapers in early life for some reason, mostly bedwetting since that is the most common. But for me and some others have no idea how it happened. I have been wearing diapers 24/4 since i was 9, but i remember even before that time i loved the idea of diapers and even got turned on by them, i would have felt quite lucky on the day i was diagnosed with it, if it had not been for another thing i am not mentioning here (that sob story is for another time).

But enough of that, what i think is that it naturally differs from person to person. But the leading cause most be comfort, not just the soft cotton agains't your skin, but also psychological comfort. As some of you might already know, bedwetting can be caused by excess amount of stress, stress can be because of lot of things. To name a few it could be: that your parents just divorced, you are moving to an unkown area (for a select group of people that can be pure hell), bullying (and no small amout), and other things, also occuring in early adulthood/late teen.

Another reason might be safety, the feeling of safety while wearing diapers because it reminds you off your childhood when you did nothing else but eat, sleep and play (it is most common with the Adult Babies). Often result of trauma, psychological more then physical, like a death within your family or friends, but it differs from person to person

Sorry for the long and pointless post, i would love some feedback from you guys, and hopefully i will not encounter a serious hater on this site. i just felt like getting this out there

Hi Caelos, I don't think that you will find a "hater" on this site. We each have our own "kinks" and tolerate others kinks very well.

I think that you will find people to share with on Zity; it might help if you were a little more specific in your introduction. Let us know what kind of sharing you are looking for.

I am pretty sure that like many growing up a bedwetter had a lot to do with it. By my mid teens I had got to the point where I was wetting deliberately just as often as wetting in my sleep and couldn't care less if I never became dry at night.

My mother all I had was a rubber sheet

I believe what caused my diaper fetish was a combination of things.When I was a toddler in the mid 60's, most children were potty trained by the time they were two.It was a mother's ambition to get her child out of diapers sooner rather than later as diapers back then were cloth, and plastic pants had to be used over them, and it was quite an arduous task washing diapers.I remember a few times as a toddler closer to the age of two, having my diapers changed and my mother shaming me for having wet, messy diapers. She wasn't being malicious or mean, shame and humiliation were simply the methods mothers at that time used to get their child out of diapers. I remember feeling naughty and embarrassed even though I was not yet two. This, coupled with my mother catching me humping the floor one time in my dirty diapers. I can to this day remember the look on her face as she picked me up off the floor onto my feet and telling me to never do that again!I can honestly say from that point on she never saw me humping ever again.She had made an impact on me.I believe that is when I started masturbating/humping (for lack of a better term) more often. Usually in my diapers, only at bedtime, and only when I had messy diapers. I believe the whole idea of being shamed over dirty diapers made me feel naughty, and aroused (again for lack of a better term). After I was potty trained, I did not masturbate/hump, or think about diapers again until I was 5 years old. When I was 5 years old, my diaper fetish returned with a vengeance and has persisted ever since. In summary, it was a combination of the feeling of wet, messy diapers against my butt, and privates, and the shame and humiliation from my mother, and the feeling of naughtiness, that caused my fetish.

When I was little in the 60's only cloth diapers were used with plastic pants.my mom died when I was 7 years old.my dad soon married a woman with an infant son as well as grown children and we all lived in my fathers home..being exsposed to diapers and not having my mom,i started playing with the diapers in the diaper pail.and I was hooked.as I grew I got diapers where ever I could.i took from clothes lines to start.then eventually went to yard sales as a teen,as well as consignment shops,etc.i'm now 60 years old and still wear for pleasure and need now,due to some medical problems.i don't want it any other way now.

During the early 90s I had a girlfriend who liked to tie me up and use me for a "facesitting slave". She would then leave me tied up and pretend that she is going to leave for a long period of time. I said to her that I might need to use the toilet. She just smiled and left. Came back with some cloth material and made a diaper. And that is where it started. I started to like the feeling of being helpless and under the control of a beautiful sexy female. So, after a nice facesitting session she would start to treat me like an infant in many ways. Me being tied up and totally helpless under her power was very arousing. Man do I miss that. And that is how it started

That's a good question as I'm not sure. All I know is that I have had fantasy and desire to wear diapers ever since I was about 10

By the time I reached my teens I had no desire to be dry at night. I liked being a bedwetter and whats more I still do.

I think that percentage is born predisposed to some fetish. In my case, given that the anus is an erogenous zone, having undergone treatments own anus made me feel pleasure. Married I would rather that my husband assecondasse, though, my, do not think is a big fetish ...

Whatever the cause, it's been with me as long as I can remember. My desire to be diapered existed in my first memories then waned around the age of seven. Then it returned with a vengeance at puberty. If I had to guess, I 'd say there is some kind of psychosexual attachment in infancy that bonds us mentally to diapers and associated paraphernalia. The same goes to those folks that have foot fetishes and god know what other fetishes that are out there..

I also agree that for some of us there seems to be some attachment with humiliation and sex. I think early childhood and sexuality are a lot more attached than most people think. So much is going on mentally during infancy that it seems to me easy to get into a confused situation and end up with the wrong conclusion (in this case some really wild abdl kinks). If it seems to satisfy us when we are small it just becomes hard wired over time. When we're infants, if something feels good we indulge in it until something stops it. Like parents. Most psychologists today believe infants are as much sexual beings as when we become adults. Seeing I didn't get my "How To Grow Up and Be a Big Boy" manual, I guess I'll just have to carry on in my plastic baby pants and diapers.....

Hey Scoots, I wanted to post again on what you wrote. I firmly believe that my enchantment with humiliation is rooted in my infancy. Humiliation evokes a powerful emotional response in me. I think somewhere back in infancy, like potty training time, the sensual delights of our diapers got tied up with humiliation and embarrassment. Like you said these were used back in the 50' and 60's as one of the best training tools in mom's arsenal. Even 60 years later the tactile sensations of the whole diaper experience blow me away. I believe that these sensations existed when we were babies and that they got blended in with the confusion of potty training. The pleasurable sensations of our diapers, the emotional confusion of them being taken away from us along with a dose of humiliation and no doubt rewards for good potty results probably left us really messed up.

I also was potty trained by 18 months. A younger sister was competing for mommies love and adoration. I'm pretty sure that added to the confusion and sense of rejection.There was no room for two children in diapers back then. Mom said that just wasn't going to happen in her household. It was looked on as poor parenting back then to have an older child in diapers. So I really can't blame her for buying into the peer pressure of her time. I believe though that when we were taken out of our diapers (and babyhood) too soon it's quite possible that we were just too young to be able to mentally sort all of this out. So now we are left with this somewhat messed up fascination with diapers and most all things baby. It would also explain why most of us have preferences for the diapers and other items of our time. For me it's plastic pants and cloth diapers. With the younger generations it's disposables with plastic backs. The even younger ones seem to like the cloth backed disposable diapers. So we all seem to take that part of our infancy with us that others seem to have been able to leave behind.

When my parents sent my to shrinks because of my wearing of plastic pants (only because I couldn't find any that would fit over bulky cloth diapers),I came across a book named Psychosexual Infantilism by Wilhelm Stekel a student of Freud's. That was the first time I ever heard the term "fetish" and after looking it up I never thought of my wearing of cloth diapers and plastic panties and wanting stay a toddler (age 1 to 3) a sexual turn-on. For myself, and I suspect many others, I feel it was being pushed to grow up before I/we was ready and forced to give my diapers too early and having younger brothers coming along didn't help. I also, when I grew older, realized how much work it was for mothers to have to wash and fold and pin on cloth diapers, but from an infant's and even more a toddler's point of view it was all the fussing with powder, oil, diaper, rash cream, pinning. It was also the face to face and eye contact along with, at the beginning soft soothing baby talk and progressing to gentle persuasion to trying potty training and then to scolding and shaming when changing wet and poopy diapers. So now I enjoy a good mixture of both when I wear my cloth diapers and plastic pants.

Hey Thumper, I read Stekels' book also. It didn't do too much for me, but I really enjoyed the part about adult babies. I gave it to my shrink. Don't think she really wanted it but didn't want to say no.......