My current relationship situation is one of pleasant open-mindedness. Although she is not interested in partaking in this particular aspect herself, she not only accepts that I do so, but encourages me to feel free in doing so as often as I may choose. While I do go through what could best be described as bursts here and there, I still try to limit my wearing around her out of respect for her acceptance so as not to potentially sour the situation.
That being said, I have also made a conscious decision to not mess in diapers in her presence. While she has more or less stated that she wouldn't care what I chose to do, I feel that it would be an unnecessary imposition upon her good will. That, and I because I'm not searching for a reaction from her I feel that there is no reason to drag her into that realm.
Now, the other night we were laying on the floor in the living room watching a movie. Closer and closer toward the end, she became increasingly quiet. Once the movie finished I was surprised to see her quickly depart the room and go to her study. We're both fairly random people, so I didn't consider it for very long that we didn't sit and discuss the flick like we are accustomed to doing.
After poking around on the net for a bit I went to bother her. When I sat down she asked what I thought was a bizarre question, "Did you take care of the situation?" I was stumped; I had no clue as to what in the hell she meant. Again I let it go (I can't state enough that we're both incredibly random and maybe even a little strange). We began talking about whatever after that, but soon another comment entered the conversation along the same lines as the first and I decided it was time to know.
It took some prying but she finally admitted that she thought while we were watching the movie I had both severely wet and messed myself and that I had been diapered. I was dumbfounded and asked her why she would come to that conclusion. Apparently she had smelled an overwhelming, tell-tale aroma that had been the cause of her quick departure after the finish of the movie. She explained that she hadn't said anything for fear that it would hurt my feelings by appearing to express disgust. She then went on to say that she had not only felt she was escaping the smell, but that she was allowing me time to clean up.
I, for one, was shocked. I laughed and explained the unlikelihood of that scenario due to my considerations. But then question became, where did that phantom smell come from and why hadn't I been subjected to it? There were no, and hadn't been, any cases of dirty diapers in the house for quite some time, all garbage's contained inorganic material, toilet had been flushed, sewer wasn't backing up, neither of us had colds... It is a strange mystery that wound up as a strange misunderstanding.