Would you change your circumstances if possible

If someone came to me and said they could give me a pill proven to stop Infantilism than yes I would take it with out a second thought.

If someone came to me and said they had developed a new theripy proven to stop Infantilism than I would be skeptical.

Short awnser if someone said they could remove my desire's to be a baby, wear diapers, be cared for and nurtured and loved like a littile baby boy receiving love from a parent while being breatfed.

I would change if my circumstances allowed it. Yes I'm totally incontinent, wearing disposable diapers 24/7. That being said wearing 24/7 does take more time to get ready for the day or night than by simply putting on a pair of underwear. The cost of good disposable diapers, booster pads, powder, wipes is tremendous. I get a Brazilian wax every four weeks for aid of cleanliness. On the hot summer days are somewhat miserable, bad diaper rashes, all the sweating, for the most part tolerable. Wearing diapers is a daily chore for me. I don't mind the extra time that it takes because I do need them. I've accepted the fact that disposable diapers are now my underwear for the rest of my life and there a part of me. The good thing is I'm only incontinent medically with back problems. There are many other's have far more medical problems than this, therefore I'm very thankful.

I don't remember being out of diapers clearly enough to know whether I would go back to it.

I would change the circumstances about diapers in so many ways. Unfortunately that isn't an option in life. We can only deal with the circumstances. Being deeply afflicted by the abdl phenomenon I have often wished I could. I causes so many problems in dealing with everyday life. Each time an issue involving diapers confronts me, there's no easy route to resolve it. I hate it. Yet, the desire to be in diapers is so strong that I know in the long run that I'll end up in my diapers regardless of the problems- especially the problems dealing with other people and loved ones. Sometimes it really makes me tired.

The latest is the development of prostate issues. According to the doctor, I've got a real whopper. Baseball size. Everything I've read says that they get as big as a lemon. WHAT?? This condition has caused me the classic GOTTA GO situation many times a day. A diaper makes the problem infinitely easier to deal with. When the URGE hits, and boy does it, I can either bulldoze thru it with iron will, and maybe dribble enough to make a wet spot or relax and let it happen. The first time in my life where I've really had a need for protection. Or not?? Am I bringing fantasy into my reality? I hope not. The trips to the doctor have been humiliating. I wore a trainer and plastic pants to the doctor for the first time ever last visit. While nothing was ever said and I'm not sure he even saw the plastic pants when I pulled down my jeans for the ugh! digital exam, it was still a mortifying experience.

I really enjoyed the ability to just throw on a pair of jeans and hit the road like everyone else does. The problem is I'm now in a situation that maybe I can, maybe I can't stay dry. Sure I can go get surgery and probably eliminate the problem. But that creates more potential health problems down the road. That and the staggering cost.

Yeah I'm old. Old enough that I'm retirement age. But I still don't want to end up back in the hospital to repair the problems that these surgeries cause years down the road. As far as I'm concerned, "the diapers aren't that bad". Sh%# ! that was the diaper boy talking...lol...

Circumstances....Love diapers, Love not needing diapers, Love the kinky diaper play and fantasies, Hate the reality of telling family and close friends about the situation. UGH! if I could only control the circumstances!!

It causes so many problems in dealing with everyday life. Each time an issue involving diapers confronts me, there's no easy route to resolve it. I hate it. Yet, the desire to be in diapers is so strong that I know in the long run that I'll end up in my diapers regardless of the problems- especially the problems dealing with other people and loved ones.

Though I have accepted that my diapers are part of who I am (post, below), this is the only part of it that is still very difficult for me.

As is the case with most of us ABDLs, I just HAVE to have my diaper time. Over the years, being able to escape the rigors of the world by spending time in my diapers has kept me sane. The more stressful life is, the more I need it. There are many stories from over the years of how, immediately following some very difficult thing in life, within days there I am, wearing my diapers. Wearing them assures me that all is going to be OK and things are back to normal. It is my "secret garden" and I get through difficult times by telling myself "once this is over, you can spend a few days wearing your diapers!"

This was easy when I was single. I never had to wait longer than the next weekend to have my diaper time. It was much the same after getting married to a girl who knew all about my diapers, accepted it, and even enjoyed participating.

Then we had kids. And once they got old enough to be aware of what was going on around them, there went my freedom to have my diaper time. To make this worse, once we had real babies in the house, my wife was changing so many of their diapers that she got tired of me wearing mine. She still understood that I needed it but had no interest in it for years.

So this led to her taking the kids off for a few days, usually to visit family members, so that I could have my diaper time. At first this happened every 4-6 weeks. But as the kids got older, it soon became once every few months. Then twice a year. Now I'm lucky if it even happens once a year.

(I'm still able to wear them to bed at night, or for a few hours here and there--but when I say "diaper time" I mean a few days of not having to hide anything. Stack the diapers up on the dresser, get out the diaper pail, wear them openly all day with no approaching deadline to have to be out of them, pile the wet ones up on the laundry room floor, be in no hurry to wash them, have no concerns about half of the house smelling like wet diapers, etc.)

And the worst part of this is, I have to always come up with a good excuse for why I'm not going with everyone else on the family vacation. It's always "well I have to do some work around the house" or something similar. But, the more this goes on, the more my kids and other relatives are starting to think that I just don't like spending time with them. It would be so nice if I could just tell them all "No I love all of you but I am in dire need of having a few days of diaper time!"

Well, I'm almost to the point of my last kid finally growing up and moving out and once that happens life will return to being much as it was before. But now that I've seen my kids grow up I look back and think about how fast the time went by. I wish that I could go back to when they were little and have more time with them at that age. Then I think about how "well, I could have had more time with them back then if not for my need to wear my diapers." It's a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" sort of thing. And that's the one aspect of this that I'd change if I could.

There was a long time when I was younger that I wished I didn't have this fetish and didn't need to wear diapers and rubber pants to feel excited and aroused. But after so many years of hiding my fetish, keeping my secret safe, I finally decided enough was enough and started wearing more and more, letting women I was interested in about my diapers and rubber pants, wanting to wet myself all the time and the rest and for the last 15 years or more I have no desire to change my circumstances. Wearing diapers as much as I do and having the freedom to be open with others about my fetish is more exciting and fulfilling than my life would be without diapers. And looking back, I can't really identify any part of my past life that was harmed at all by suppressing and hiding my diapers from others. I've had a great life.

For over four years now that I have been medically confined to diapers by my wife, and if given a choice, I certainly wouldn't want to wear plastic diapers and panties when going to work or leaving the house with friends or maybe the visits to my doctor, besides it's a woman, it is very humiliating, after all the years of having to try as much as possible to hide and keep the secret of my wearing of diapers in the presence of people and relatives and well it really tires. I have accepted that my disposable diapers and plastic panties are now my daily underwear, I would much prefer not to be incontinent during the day, except that I have to wear a diaper when I go to bed, even for a nap in the middle of the afternoon on weekends, I have no choice. But now I'm much more comfortable at home, always being in my cloth diapers and plastic panties, although I have a wife that I love, she has a lot of interests and especially love consideration of ensuring that I am in my diapers 24/7 for my own well-being. I wouldn't change a thing, so the way my wife takes care of her fat baby since he's been confined to diapers and constantly pissing in his diaper in bed, as she reminds me so often.

For the most part of my life i was known as the guy that could drink a 6 pack or more with out needing to piss . About 5 or 6 years ago i started having leaking problems after a bathroom brake , then problems leaking while doing heavy lifting , then making it though the night i had to get up to go at first once or twice a night . at the same time my legs started going and i started walking like i had been drinking . As my walking got worse so did my leaking so i started using a cane and started wearing depends pull ups . I finely went to see a doctor and the spinal fusion i had in the late 70's had detreated to the point that i was losing control of my legs and bladder . with my age and bone deterioration no fix or cure . It got worse , i was walking across a well kept lawn when my right leg broke at the ankle . Then not only did i have the problem of getting to the bath room and not using a depend but i couldn't even get to the bath room with out help . I live alone and far from other's . It's at least an hour drive to visit me . Looking around for advice on line , as my “leaking” got so bad depends were useless I found a guy here on zity that gave me good advice on what to buy and what to were and how to handle the problem . Now i buy from North Shore and use a quad to get around out doors “ it's my out door wheel chair ”

Would i change my circumstance if possible?? In a hart beat .