Diaper wearers from divorced/broken homes?

I have a question that may have already been asked but here goes. Of all the people into diapers how many of you come from broken homes. By broken I mean your Mother and Father broke up when you were little. Just wondering. My Father left when I was @8 or 9.

Grew up with my parents together, they still are together! It's my mothers doing for sure. My dad was around, but don't think I would have missed him ???

My mom and Dad just celebrated their 25th anniversary this spring so no, not me.

No external factor that would suggest an unhappy childhood, like a broken family or neglect, existed in my case.

My parents split up when I was four/five or so...Im not sure really how much it factored in...

My mom and dad are still together My boy friends parents spleet a long time a go I know a few other diaper lovers as far as I know there parents are together like 60 to 65%

i THINK A MOM THAT IS OVER BARINING ON A SON CAN MISSED HIM UP AND a MOM CAN mISS UP A GIRL TOO

I came from a broken home

My parents broke up when about five or six years old i my memory serves me right

I was just younger than a teenager when the broke up, but i really dont feel it contributed very much if any.

I don't know if this qualifies as a "broken home", but I was sent to live with my aunt when I was 11.

My folks split when I was about 18. I had dicovered I loved wetting long before that.

I know this is an old dead post but it works for me. My parents divorced when I was 4-5. I was very attached to my Dad. There were some rough times in our home and soon after my Dad left,or was forced out because of his infidelity, I started to wet the bed. This upset me and my mom but non the less continued. I was taken to a doctor for a horrible exam. He told mom he found nothing wrong and to give it time and I would grow out of it.

With my mom working two jobs she had little time for all that extra laundry, so out came my old diapers. She explained how I would be helping Mommy by wearing the diapers and plastic pants and I would be more comfortable too. I was totally opposed to it but she kept insisting and finally said if I would try them for one night, and didn't like it, I wouldn't have to wear them again. It would be our little secret and no one else would know. Don't remember much more except that I wore diapers nightly for the next 3-4 years.

And yes that is why I am on this site. I must add that I have always had a weak bladder even to this day. So I guess it didn't take much for me to start wetting.

Single parent from the start.

My father was asshole starying around my six birthday, I went from daddies little boy to spawn of Satan in his eyes, I was youngest of 3 ,it was never about me, he didn't want kids, but he desperately wanted my mother, he got tired of keeping up the act. I became a chronic "runaway" instead of getting the snot beat out of me, I started living in a laundromat and working under the table at an Italian restaurant (word of wisdom laundromats that are open 24 hours don't have furnaces, you need quarters to run the dryers at night in either) my mom was very sick her whole life, around 9 1/2 went home and put up with my father to be there for my mom, soon after my father murdered my mother and tried to kill me, he was stripped of parental rights and I entered a kids version of "witness protection" I never new where I would be, I was moved every day, never slept in the same place twice, I was the only living witness, eventually he disappeared fleeing the jurisdiction, at that time I was put in foster care with a very unstable woman who came after me with a 12 gauge for leaving a spoon in the sink, then I was shipped to a "disposal orphanage" ( they keep you till you age out of the system, you get 20 bucks cash and a bus ticket anywhere you want to go.

Instead my 1st day when I was supposed to be evaluated by a shrink, I wouldn't play mental games with her, I said I am an open book her to know me and you will have plenty of answers for your bosses, but you have to earn it. Little did I know I left her no choice in doing her job, that no kid had ever done, once she got to know me and had her answers, I was probably her last evaluation, she loved me and wanted to give,e the home I deserved, she was in charge of evaluations there and had been there 16 years, she was told it would be conflict of interest, she quit on the spot and said "is the boy mine" they said as long as his home county approves, so temporarily, when she found out the county wanted to pay her for foster care and have a social worker "supervising" she said no dice, I am going to adopt him, he doesn't need your grief, and that's what she did .

I grew into a decent hard working man under her guidance and am more like her than anybody in my birth family. Back in 2004 I was in a mental ward, my neurologist wanted to give me the diagnosis we had long sought, he did it by ambush, having admitted me for tests a dozen times I didn't feel it would be any different, during the night they moved my whole bed to to a locked behavioral health unit.

I woke up before anybody expected me to, and was pissed and started chewing ass about kidnapping and license losing, until I talked to my neurologist, then I absolutely needed to be there ! My mom was teaching in Europe, so I called my aunt, who called my mom, who moved heaven and earth to have a plane held on the runway till she got there, once in the air she found out it was landing at LaGuardia perfect if she was going home, not perfect for getting to me, she convinced the pilot to declare an emergency in flight so he could land in Buffalo where my aunt would be waiting. The psychiatrist was extremely impressed by the love and bond we had, he had never seen a stronger family, imagine his surprise when he found out I was abused and survived attempted murder to get adopted, we freaked him out and fortunately my neurologist missed my actual disease by a pubic hair, I would later find out that 99 out of 100 neurologist would give me the same diagnoses, walk like a full talk like a duck, you must be a duck, had he been right we would not be here, I would have died by 06. My actual diagnose is just as deadly if not more so than that fast progressing ALS he diagnosed me with, I have all the signs and symptoms of ALS without actually having it. So yes I came from broken home, but made good on bad deal. I hope your still awake I am long winded!

My parents divorced when I was 5. I am not really sure if that contributed to my love of diapers.

Extremely broken!

I had no mom before I was 1. Got beat at school when i was 8 then got beat at home both for something I didn't do. Dad didn't give a shit. I hate my life.

I can't blame a bed home life for my diaper fetish. If anything I had too nice of a life at home, mom never pushing me or my sisters to potty train or stop wetting our beds and wearing diapers. My mom spoiled me, made it too easy to stay in diapers and rubber pants.

I don't connect those two dots. My mother divorced my biological father shortly before he died, when I was 14. He remarried, and my adopted father is not problematic. He and my mother have been married since 1991 or so. They do love eachother. Me? I love myself.

As for diapers, I was born disabled, so have used them off and on all 45 years of my life. I do not have a fetish for wearing them, but had a crush at a day camp for the disabled that wore them. She was maybe 12, I was maybe 14. Shorthaired blonde, bronzed girl in a colorful swimsuit and purple, footed tights to protect her legs from the sand. And a definite diaper bulge.

Mom and Dad divorced when I was 5. It was quite nasty. I started to wet the bed shortly there after. Soon to follow were diapers and plastic pants. Interestingly enough, my Dad married again, to a women with 2 daughters. The younger one was a bed wetter too. She started wetting after her parents divorced. No diapers for her, she just peed her bed and pjs. She did occasionally wear Staydry panties, the famous bed wetter pant from the 60's.

My parents divorced when I was an adult, my diaper fetish started when I was 12. I did not wet my bed but once and was potty trained at two years old. So no clue what started or contributed to my fetish.

My parents never divorced and clearly loved each other however for much of my adolescences my dad was away a lot on business, traveled out of town frequently, or came home late. My mother diapered me every night until I was 17 and I know my father's absence during those years contributed to how much I loved to have my mother diaper me. As I got older and went to bed later, often at the same time my mom went to bed, she usually wore her nighty or robe when she came in to diaper me for the night. After she folded my cloth diapers and laid it on the bed, she helped me take off my clothes and lay down the diaper, and then she'd wash my wee-wee, dry and powder it and most of the time it would get hard while she held it in her hand. She'd tell me to relax and not to worry about it, that getting an erection at my age was completely normal, but I knew it felt so good that when she left I would end up playing with it. Then she'd pin my diapers together, pull my rubber pants over the diapers, and we'd talk for a while about stuff, school, friends, college and more. Usually she would lay down in bed with me for a while while we talked. Much of the time I could see under her nighty, or her robe would open partially and I could see her breasts, or nipples, sometimes even down further and I'd get so excited afraid she would notice me looking at a nipple or something. I know she knew, but I think in some ways she wanted to be closer to me because my dad was gone so much. I do think that my attraction to an older woman while at the same time, having diapers pinned on me like I was a child made me the diaper lover I've been since I was 13.

I would say I come from the ultimate in broken homes my father murdered my mom and had his parental rights stripped from him in court after child protective seized custody for child abuse ( him abusing us kids was a town “secret” everyone turned a blind eye to until he Shot me twice ,That crossed the line ,from yeah he’s beating his kids ,what day is it ? To the cavalry charges in ) . I do not wear diapers because I come from a more than broken home, I wear them because of the diseases I have . And I no longer carry any burden or measure of hurt or deal with survivors guilt from that time , it actually occurred December 1982 , instead of carrying baggage from a broken home , I celebrate he did not destroy me either through physical harm or self sabotage he tried to program into me . I carry the love and unique perspective of having two moms (yes children of lesbians can say that , however they are loved and wanted from day 1 ) after my mom was killed , and my father fled the jurisdiction , I wasn’t useful to anyone and got sent to a “disposal orphanage“ , it was there I made a lasting impression on a psychologist , who instead of evaluating me writting a report and being done , she loved me and adopted me , at first my home county wanted to pay her as foster parent , she refused and said the less your in that boys life the better , keep your money I’m adopting him , and she did . So although I had to survive many dark and dangerous times , I prevailed due to the love and generosity of my second mom . I like to think my mothers are looking down saying “that’s my boy , I am proud of him “ and my father looking up and saying “I underestimated him “. I may need diapers but it’s not out of weakness .

@SAP Truly inspirational and that says a lot about you, and your moms 🌹

I am one of nine surviving children. Dad was gone by the end of the Korean War. Mom was left with seven of us to raise, six girls and naughty old me. From what has been shared with me Dad was a very abusive person. The stress and traumas of an abusive marriage left Mom with hate for all men. Not so lucky for her remaining male offspring. Korea took Dad and my two older Brothers died in Viet Nam. Baby Gina died at birth endo cardio cushion syndrome or something like that. From past events I did not think being a warrior was our family forte so I became an Engineer.

My parents divorced when I was seventeen, which was well after my interest in diapers developed. While there isn’t a straight line connection to diaper wearing, I’ve learned that the tension in my parent’s marriage led me to seek comfort other ways. My mother’s dissatisfaction with her marriage and husband made her a bitter person. Her frustration and anger were evident in the way she’d admonish me and exert her control over me. I found solace and comfort in diapers.

So, the divorce didn’t start my diaper fetish but the circumstances that led to it did.

From about age 5, I was already stealing plastic pants and diapers from my little sister since I found out they were so much fun to wear.

My dad left when I was four. He didn't like that my mom was more successful than he was.

I don't think that contributed to me being a DL though. But yeah, broken home to be sure.

My mom would often go on business trips and leave me or me and my little sister with our babysitter.

Our babysitter sure helped me into being a DL I figure. When I was six years old, she diapered me after bath time when I was watching her diaper my sister. She must have seen my stiffy, and asked me if I wanted her to diaper me too!

I was in heaven when she did, and she would often diaper me when I asked her to after that.