Cloth Diapers

Cloth diapers are the only ones I use. My supplier is Babykins Products, Richmond BC.

Jenny, the owner is AB/DL aware but when dealing there, keep it professional. She will discuss products on the phone, and any special requests, but with respect. Their products last well, and are first class quality.

http://www.babykins.com

Toll Free 1-800-665-2229

True Babykins is the best, always order from them and have been happy. Only tried a few products as funds have been low. however cloth is great for nighttime, not a single leak.

I am so happy to hear a mom on here say how much she loved putting her kids in cloth diapers and rubber pants. That is the problem now no moms have time to wash diapers . Both the parents have to work . An well their are far and few diaper services now a days . I guess since she had all that time to change cloth diapers and wash them she was a stay at home MOM . I to when I was younger I also had the problem of wetting the bed . So for about 5 years I was put back into thick cloth diapers and plastic pants every night . An every morning I had a wet diaper . Then finally I stopped wetting . An was taken out of the diapers . THAT WAS THE SADIST DAY OF MY LIFE . But now I have a real medical problem an back in diapers 24/7 . An well I use the disposable diapers to work an outings . But when I am home and at night it is the nice THICK CLOTH DIAPERS AND PLASTIC pants .

I grew up in the 50s and 60s so being a bedwetter I wore what was used in those days. Cloth diapers with plastic pants. The best I can remember I started putting on my own nighttime diaper at age 10 or so. Didn't like having to wear diapers to bed especially since I had 3 brothers, 1 older and 2 younger that had no wetting problems at all. In addition to wetting the bed every night, and often more than once a night, I would have regular daytime wetting leaking accidents that were embarrassing. My mother would threaten to make me wear a daytime diaper also because she felt my daytime problem was just in attention or laziness. I did have a couple of doctor appointments when I was checked for any physical problems and remember the doctor saying it would pass in time. I was always told I could stop wearing diapers once I entered high school. I was so happy when I was 141/2 and high school started because I was diaper free at night. What I didn't count on was the nightly flood I would now have to deal with. Soaked sheets (of course I had a plastic cover on my mattress, like always and plastic covers on my pillows) and soaked blankets. I was now waking up in the middle of the night soaked and would regularly change into dry clothes and sleep on the floor next to my bed. Yes I would also wet the floor all too often.

What I realized while I always wanted out of diapers all I wanted now was to be back in them. I would never say this so I just dealt with the nightly mess throughout high school. I hated having to deal with all the wet mess every day and would often just let the wet sheets dry out during the day and wet them again the next night. Of course my bedroom always smells like a bedwetter room and I could never have any friends in there. My older brother liked having my friends in there when I wasn't home however and he always though it was funny when one of them would see or sit down on my crinkly plastic bed. I once came home and my best friend was in my room with the pissy drying sheets on my bed fully exposed. I was mortified when of course he asked me about it and I tried to lie to him and say I had no idea how I happened to wet my bed th night before, like it was a one time occurance.

Anyway fast forward I decided when I was 18 I would go back to night time diapers and was now much more happy and content. I slept through the night and was now a total dl. I looked forward to my night time diapers and spent many college days with disposable diapers on under my clothes during the day.

I had a eurodynamic study done when I was about 35 and discovered I had a neurogenic bladder and because I hadn't had an injury the doctor determined it is most likely a condition I had since birth. This basically means I have very little control over my bladder and as my doctor put it, "your bladder is more like a babies" of course this throughly explained why I always wet my bed and why I had so many day wetting issues including having to find a plac to pee 15-20 times a day. My doctor even commended me for having the level of daytime control I had saying it took a lot of mental concentration to have any control at all.

Long story short I become a dl because of having (no choice) to wear diapers until age 14+. I guess we can beat ourselves up with self doubt and depression about it or psychologically turn that around to be a pleasurable or good thing by becoming a diaper lover. I now wear thick cloth diapers with plastic pants at night and good quality disposables during the day. I am not ashamed about it and really do enjoy the feeling and freedom it gives me. I rarely even notice when I'm wetting my diaper but do have to pay attention because I push diapers to the limit as I don't want to use any more than I have to. I also have the advantage of never having any diaper rash issues, at all. I am probably in a wet diaper 90+% of the time. I hint nothing about wearing to doctors appointments or putting on a fresh diaper in the locker room at la fitness after a shower. I do get looked at but surprisingly no one ever says anything to me about it. I guess in a viewers situation it might be difficult to know what to say watching a grown man putting on a diaper in a locker room.

At this point I don't regret having little control and really wouldn't want it any other way.

I too grew up in the 50's and 60's. I was fascinated with cloth diapers since i was 8 yrs old, my dad married a woman after my mother passed away. She had an infant boy,i remember his diaper pail in the bathroom every time i went in there & i would lift the lid to look at the diapers and smelled that smell of sweet baby pee when I took my bath

I would take a diaper from the pail and play with it in the tub,rubing my little weiner, i remember it felt good and I learned to masturbate with a cloth diaper, i loved seeing a clothesline full of diapers especially the curity 21x40's blowing in the wind. I occasionally stole a few for myself. I used to babysit as a teen and all the kids were cloth diapered that i watched, when i started earning my own money i would buy diapers from woolworths etc, they always had curity in the store, i also bought from yard sales etc from mothers who were selling their kids diapers.

I loved to go to a laundromat to see young mothers come in carrying a diaper pail full of diapers to wash,as a young adult I married and my wife knew of my diapers & she helped me with my diaper changing, washing etc, occasionally treating me as a baby,feeding me the bottle, bibs, etc. She passed away after 32 years of marriage,i am a 61 year old man now with a medical need due to urge incontinence and an over active bladder. I still wear cloth diapers with plastic pants every night and away from home, it is also on my medical records with my drs. so if i go to a hospital i will be diapered.

I grew up in the 50 60 era their were no disposables then so my mother kept in cloth nappies and plastic pants for me as I was bed wetter up until I was ten. I was dry for a few years but started bed wetting again about 14 so my mum put me back in nappies again

Yep, 50s,60s and early 70s had me always around cloth diapers and plastic baby pants. I was born in the 50s and being in a family with a lot of kids as well as large cousin families. Cloth diapers and the ever present plastic pants were one of the staples of everyday life. I remember basements with the funky diaper odors from waiting laundry. With a bit of investigation I would find the diapers with a few pairs of soiled rubber pants tossed in. Particularly, I remember wet pinned up diapers still in plastic panties where kids pulled them off and left them laying on the floor. They always had that pee smell filling up the room when moms found them. They'd be a little irritated as they put them in the diaper pail and chased down the bare assed little offender.

There was also the constant threat of a return to diapers for any accidental wetting, no matter how small. It happened to me when I was six, my brother at four, and my sister till she was seven. AH, those were the days...

Thank you, Metoo, for that wonderful post! Reading it made me so excited that--well--I had to drop what I was doing and go put myself into my own thick cloth diapers and plastic pants (which are starting to get wonderfully wet as I'm typing this).

Anyone who has ever read my posts here knows that I love cloth diapers and plastic pants, and I especially love seeing and smelling them when they're wet, laying on the floor, in a pile near the washing machine, or in a diaper pail. Your post brought back many memories of why I ended up this way in the first place.

Back in the 1960s, everyone used cloth diapers and most people dried them by hanging them on the clothesline. Pampers became popular around 1966 but most families continued using cloth diapers because, once you owned them, you reused them and this saved money. You could save even more money by hanging them out to dry because that was cheaper than having and using a clothes dryer.

So in any given middle-class suburban neighborhood on any given sunny day, you could tell which houses had diaper wearers because you’d see long rows of diapers hanging on the clotheslines.

And you knew that inside the house there was a room with a changing table, a big stack of fluffy white diapers, plastic panties, and a big round plastic diaper pail full of wet, smelly diapers. All of the evidence of the last few days of their wearing, wetting, and pooping their diapers—right there in one wonderfully nasty place.

Most diaper pails had a little area in the top that could hold a “deodorizer cake” similar to ones used in public restrooms. But most of the ones I remember seeing at the homes of friends and family members didn’t have cakes in the cake holder. This was always fine by me. I hate the smell of the cakes and of room deodorizers in general, but I soon learned that I love the smell of wet diapers!

My younger cousins had diaper pails. Friends’ younger siblings had diaper pails. The nursery at the church had a diaper pail. When possible, I’d watch as the diapers were changed and see the warm, wet diapers get dropped into the diaper pails. Soon, I had an overwhelming urge to peek inside of one. I wanted to see and smell those diapers!

Soon I had my chance. I was visiting my aunt and uncle, who had two daughters. I was seven at the time. The oldest daughter was about my age, and the younger one was almost two years old and still in diapers.

Their family was always somewhat lazy. I remember going there and the house was often a mess. In the bathroom, the tiles were falling off of the walls in the shower and there was a big hole where the knobs and faucet stuck out and none of them seemed to care. Obviously, they didn’t like to get up and “tend” to urgent things. Right next to the tub, there was a big, round, plastic diaper pail, and when I saw it I knew exactly what I was going to do.

After I waited for what seemed like a long time, I casually mentioned that I had to poop and went in the bathroom and locked the door. Then with a stomach full of butterflies and weak knees, I inched my way over to the diaper pail and pulled off the lid.

It was full of yellow, sopping wet cloth diapers! Obviously, they didn’t change her diapers or wash them very often. And the smell was INTENSE. I then understood why they kept it in the bathroom and not the bedroom. What a rush! I felt excitement, happiness, and “warm” all over. My heart was beating and my kid-sized dick was big. I loved it.

While visiting I made several more “short” trips to the bathroom and while there, could not keep from opening the diaper pail and smelling the strong, addictive, intoxicating odor of the diapers. I haven’t quit thinking about wet diapers since. I WAS HOOKED.

Now, 50 years later, I still love that smell. These days I only get to enjoy smelling mine. I haven't had access to a kid's wet cloth diapers since about the time I was 24 (that's another story).

So thanks again for sharing those memories! Please share any more that you may have!!

I use a mixture of Abena M3, ABU Simple and square terry diapers to deal with my diapering needs. Between them they are amazing.

I took a moment to read the older posts and saw a extended discussion about childhood memories of plastic pants. I have to say it made me recall my memories. For me the "rubber pants" place was Kresgees. They were very much like Woolworths and were the landmark of our suburban 60's shopping center. They had the lunch counter along the far wall and a popcorn machine with popcorn for a nickel. Anyways, I loved to go back to the plastic airplane models. They had a line of small models for 19 cents. I always tried to get mom to buy me one and if I were exceptionally good she would consent.

The thing I also remember was the plastic pants display. They were in the baby section right on the way back to the models. My youthful mind always drew me to the display. There were so many different types and sizes. Wow. What a difference from the meager Gerbers display of today.... A whole eight foot section devoted to solely to plastic pants or as we called them, rubber pants. I always got this weird frightened tingly feeling at seeing the display. The thing that really caught my attention was a collection that was hung on hangers up above the rest of the display. Right on the end so they were in full view. Mostly the sterile white that were the go to baby pants of the time. But also several pairs in yellow, blue and pink. The really chilling thing was the size. They were considerably larger than the infant selection. Sized to fit boys like Me! It was like a warning to school children my age that a bedwetter would be dealt with. And here was the means of dealing with them.

The "rubber pants" of my memories were the plastic semi transparent white ones shiny on the inside and matte on the outside. They had a very wide crotch that easily enclosed the double thick diapers that mom used. Although mom had an endless supply of colors and styles especially for the girls, it was these stark white ones that spoke of the horrors that would befall a child in our house who dared wet the bed in lapse of laziness. With the advent of the internet I spent hours trying to find the perfect pair of those youthful baby pants.

The other baby pants I clearly recall are the ones that I had my first teenage ...ahem....experience...in. The were Playtex baby pants. I clearly remember when dad purchased them because my brother started wetting the bed. Toddler/Large and a whopping 99 cents. I can still remember the chill that they sent through me. Dad was disgusted by them to the degree that he angrily handed them to me grumbling about the goddam bedwetter, as he didn't want to be seen with them. The bad thing for me was that it now made me look like I was the offending bedwetter. Especially when I had to set them on the counter.

The Playtex baby pants were a cut above the regular cheaper styles. They had a plastic that had a finely woven fabric in them that gave them have a tiny checkerboard pattern. The other thing and this actually brought butterflies to my stomach - and I have no clue why, was the sides were double layers of plastic with tiny holes to allow the pants to breath. It made them look so foreboding. When I finally got the opportunity to check them out in private, I was mildly disappointed by the checkerboard pattern in them. They just weren't like the ones babies like I wanted to experience wore.... But boy those breathable sides really did it for me... lol...

Like I said, these were the plastic pants that brought me to my second age of diapers. I was unknowingly in the deepest throes of puberty and these baby panties were actually deeply sexual to me even though I had no clue. Ii had an uncontrollable urge to wear them. The fact that my brother wore them and wet them like a baby just made them more desirable. In a moment of privacy I slipped them on and the experience was intoxicating. I couldn't wait till night so that I could sneak them to bed and wear them for a longer period of time. GAWD! I was hooked! I continued on with these night time episodes to where my mind hatched the plan to wear and wet in them with real diapers. Pinned in place by real diaper pins. It was all available in a family with six kids. Well, I proceeded with that plan and what resulted was instead of a pee soaked diaper experience, was a mind shattering massive orgasm. It was so powerful that it soaked the diaper. I laid there, my mind blown wondering "what the hell"? It wasn't too long before my growing body no longer fit these rubber pants and the seams failed. My youthful mind decided that I needed to mend them before mom found out. Well, that didn't work. Though nothing was ever said, I'm sure she knew who the offender was. I gotta wonder what went thru her mind upon discovering the torn crudely sewn baby pants.

So now, how I wish I could find a pair of those Playtex Living Baby pants......

Although I grew up in the age of disposables, my parents stuck to cloth nappies with me. I wore square, terry towelling nappies, with plastic pants, until I was about 6 and I remember them well. When my nappy fetish kicked in during puberty I was drawn straight back to cloth nappies - I didn't experiment with a proper disposable until 8 years ago.

I prefer the "theatre" of pinning a cloth nappy on compared to just taping on a disposable. Folding and pinning the cloth nappy is an event which I look forward to just by itself, whereas putting on a disposable can feel a bit like a task that needs to be done.

Terry cloth nappies which are soft, super thick and well pinned on are one of the most exciting and erotic nappies for me. I've tried some pre-fold ones and these are also brilliant, but for the full experience I always go back to big square nappies folded up into a kite or angel-wings.

And there has to be plastic pants over the top.

I (unfortunately) have no memories of my plastic pants or of me wearing diapers as a kid. My mother, the germ freak, had me out of diapers by the time I was 2 1/2 years old, well before any lasting memories formed. (I am guessing about being 2 1/2 when potty trained; back in the 50s / 60s you'd take your film to have it processed and the pictures came back with the month / date of when it was processed printed at the bottom of each picture. I've seen one old picture of me sitting in a wagon with the kid across the street, both of us were wearing diapers, and from the date I was about 2 1/3 years old. Then there are pictures from a few months later when I'd just turned 3 and I'm definitely not in diapers anymore.)

I do have a few "memory flashes" of a scene here or there that involved diapers. I remember having a big stuffed doggie and sitting there on the floor taking a diaper out of the laundry basket and trying to put it on the doggie and my mother laughing. And I remember being down in the basement and watching my mother shoving diapers through the old "wringer washer" that we had. They HAD to have been my diapers and I must have been wearing diapers at the time, but I don't have any memories of me consciously thinking "I'm wearing diapers" or "My diapers are wet!"

And unfortunately I don't remember plastic pants, though I do remember that my mother always called them "rubber pants" even though they weren't. No, most of my early memories of plastic pants and diapers are from seeing neighborhood kids and my cousins (all but one were girls) who were younger than me, still wearing them. And this is where my fascination with it began. And in other posts I've told the story about the first time I peeped into my cousin's diaper pail--which was the culmination of my attraction to diapers and curiosity about them, and what set in stone my love of wet diapers.

Also I don't remember ever seeing any of them around the house after I no longer wore them. No plastic pants, no diapers. But it would make sense that the minute I no longer wore them, my mother would have given them to one of my aunts to use on my younger cousins. Maybe that's why I envied my diapered cousins so much. They were wearing MY diapers and plastic pants!

I also remember that my parents had some adult friends who had kids several years younger than me, once I went in their bathroom and there was a folding clothes rack in the tub with several pairs of plastic pants hanging on it drying, and they'd written "BUTT" on the seat of each pair because (I assume) they had trouble telling which side was the front and which was the back. Ha.

I grew up in the Curity 21x40's so I love cloth with plastic pants.

I was raised in cloth diapers like most people my age. I found a whole bag of old cloth diapers when I was about 9, and they were Curity prefolds. There were also some Diaper pins around, the kind with the sliding metal heads. Obviously we also had lots of plastic pants to go with our diapers, but there were none of these around when I found this collection of diapers.

I obviously don't remember being in diapers, but vaguely recall my younger sibling still in them - I remember the pile of diapers in the room we shared as babies/toddlers.

I do not have any and have not yet tried cloth diapers yet, but it something that I want to try soon.

I grew up in cloth and plastic as a baby in the 70's. Mom used them on me and I loved it. I remember getting my diaper changed a few times as a toddler.

I'm a bedwetter and after I out grew cloth and plastic I just wet the bed. I woke up soaked every night and had to find a dry spot to go back to sleep on. There were many mornings that I would wake up on the floor, wet!

Mom got me toddler sized store brand disposable diapers to tuck into my underpants at night when I was 9. I had those till I was 14 when mom started finding them around my room. I had my first "play time" in diapers at 11 and was hooked. I had a diaper fetish all my life. I had my first, um, "wetting" in a disposable so I have a fetish for toddler disposables.

In my late teens I found a pair of plastic pants behind the fire house and quickly stashed them in my shorts. I went home and squeezed into them with a diaper rash from our house. I wore the cloth diaper all afternoon and became all worn out from all the playing. That's when I relearned my fetish for cloth and plastic.

I wore disposables for a while in my 20's for bedwetting but switched to cloth when I was in my late 20's. Now I'm in them every night. I love cloth diapers! They work the best, don't leak and smell the best when wet or dry.

I recommend everyone try on a nice fresh cloth diaper and plastic pants!

I was very late in being potty training and was in terry nappies day and night until I was at least 5 and about 8 or 9 before I finally stopped wearing them at night.

I grew up in cloth diapers and wasn't potty trained until I was 6. It was the early 70's, and even though there were disposables my mom said she stuck with cloth diapers because of how long I was in them and how cost effective that was to her.

I dont know if this topic was out there yet. I was thinking of getting more into cloth diapers. I am curious on where to buy and what kind. And if i would buy the fabric if it would be easy enough to make.

I dont know if this topic was out there yet. I was thinking of getting more into cloth diapers. I am curious on where to buy and what kind. And if i would buy the fabric if it would be easy enough to make.

There are plenty of on line outlets to buy cloth diapers from, https://www.changingtimesdiaperco.com

http://www.babykins.com/

http://www.adultclothdiaper.com/

http://www.fetware.com/adult-cloth-diapers-c-22.html

https://www.llmedico.com/

Are just a few, you can search google for adult cloth diapers, eBay, or Etsy too.

If you want to make your own, you can get diaper material at your local fabric store. That, and a bit of sewing can do. Good luck!

Thank you luvs it i checked out all the sites you provided. Very helpful

Thank you luvs it i checked out all the sites you provided. Very helpful

Glad to be of some help. Happy cloth diapering!

REAL RUBBER PANTS

i'm fairly new here so still have not figured out how to start a new discussion.

"Real Rubber Pants"

is what i would like to propose. does one have to be a moderator?

Is there anyone on Z who can remember or, better, reminisce about actually having worn real rubber pants? made out of latex or gum rubber? i am 71 now. Though I could well have worn the real thing in like 48 or 49, cannot recall wearing even a diaper.

Rubber just seems like such an erotic material for some little tyke to be bouncing around in and if I cannot enjoy remembering my own rubber pants would be very pleased to read someone else's story.

anyone out there?

Like a lot of you, I was born in the late 60's and cloth diapers and plastic pants were the norm. I remember we had a changing table in our living room - some really ugly 60's thing LOL! When I got put back in diapers at 6 I don't recall the changing table after that. Probably a give away. One of the drawers in the dresser in my room was full of cloth diapers and plastic pants.

I remember diaper changes just like the OP described...having to lie down on a changing pad. I remember Mom doing "diaper" laundry and folding and stacking diapers and plastic pants on the back of the couch. I supposed that made it easier to do a diapering or diaper change in the living room, which is where I remember them most. And if my diaper needed a change, yup, the changing pad would be put down, mom would take off my pants while I was standing up and then I'd lie down and put my feet up. Mom always took my plastic pants right off when I got a change.

Lots of memories of lifting up while fresh cloth diapers were put under me, pulled up between my legs and pinned on. And then aiming my feet at the holes in the plastic pants when mom when to put them back on me. I always thought they were really soft and comfortable.

I had a long reply to this thread that I lost when my phone battery died on me lol. I was diapered in disposables as a kid and always had a fascination with them but I’ve been getting into cloth more lately. The trial and error of cloth diapers is definitely slowing me down. It’s interesting though because some modern cloth diapers seem like less of a diaper to me even though that’s exactly what they are and even though they’re way more bulky than disposable overnight pull-ups that try to not be like a diaper. I have two Super Undies/Threaded Armor “protective briefs“ with the gussets that I wear with an extra insert. They look like diapers because I purposely bought ones with childish prints. I’m going to buy 2 black ones to wear for a sleep study. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep well enough for long enough to need them but better to be safe. The thing is that I’d be less embarrassed wearing those than a Tena or Tranquility overnight pull up which wouldn’t be sufficient anyhow. I have a prefold Leakmaster that I don’t really like. I have a birdseye flat that I like but it’s a little small. I also have a Rearz fitted diaper with the hook and loop tabs that’s wonderfully soft and bulky but seems like it’s falling apart and fading and takes forever to dry. I’m impatiently waiting on an order from Babypants. The shipping cost was a little shocking but if they’re everything I hope they are it will be worth it. I also want to order from Babykins but couldn’t bring myself to do it with their shipping fees. I might still do it because they’re so renowned in the ab/dl community and have been around since the DPF days. I need to update my photos with some of my cloth diapers.

I think I’m about done with my cloth diaper experiments. Literally every cloth product I’ve tried except for the Super Undies/Threaded Armor have been less than satisfactory. I received my Baby-pants contours today. I had to order the plastic pants really big so I could fit my thighs in them. That’s about the only part that fits. They hang down by my knees and they don’t lift or snug up the diapers at all. I spent all day washing them over and over and they softened up a little and I understand they’ll continue to get softer. However, I cannot punch a pin through 2 diapers for the life of me. There were burrs on the pins so I took those off with a wet stone. The pins were plenty sharp but by the time I got my right side pinned, I was sweating like crazy and on the brink of a heart attack. When it came to my left which is my weak side anyhow, I could get the pin in but not back out the other side. I tried it standing and lying down to no avail. I already had 3 sets of adult diaper pins before my order came in today. I tried a different pin only to have it bend. So now I’ve spent about $90 on a pair of okay cloth diapers, way too big plastic pants and bent an expensive pin that took over a week to arrive. I’m done. Disposables it is.

@carnesar I can understand you frustrations with getting pins through your cloth diapers. If you still want to try, stick the pins into a bar of soap, before you pin a diaper. It will give it some lubricant, to help the pin pass through the cloth easier.

Also, you might want to try Snappies, instead of pins. They are a 3 pronged kinda thing, with grippers that grab the cloth to hold. They don’t actually make an adult size, but they do have a size 2, or toddler, and these work for adults. I have like a 42” waist, and I use them.

You can find them, on line in many places, eBay too. But, I have a link where to get them, Changing Times of Las Vegas sells them. https://www.changingtimesdiaperco.com/collections/diaper-fasteners/products/snappi-size-2-toddler-single-pack

That’s the hyperlink to the page for them, check em out. If you use care handing them, you might like them better then a traditional diaper pin.

As a baby of the 80's, I grew up wearing disposables. I don't wear diapers now although I do have a diaper fetish (I'll pretend I don't, but honestly, I wouldn't mind someone making me wear one). I stopped wearing them when I was 2 so I don't remember anything about wearing them honestly. If I am playing around with AB stuff, I would definitely go for disposables. I also never wore pull-ups like my sister did. I was a fast learner as a child so I went straight from diapers to panties and that was it. So maybe people into ABDL do like what they grew up in. I do lean more toward disposables and I don't care for pull-ups.

Also, someone commented on the thickness. You can easily add booster pads to the diapers and you can double or triple diaper and add to the protection but also add to the bulkiness of it.

Cloth diapers and its accoutrements, diaper pins and rubber pants, have for most of my life, more than six decades, been the most erotic and sustained stimuli I have ever enjoyed. I want to thank whoever first began this thread and the many long time Zity members who have posted on this thread for their many comments and stories. My mother diapered me until I was 17 and nearly out of high school in cloth diapers, pins and rubber pants. She wanted me to stop wetting my bed but I refused because it would mean she would no longer pin my diapers on every night and I couldn't see myself ever being happy or loved without cloth diapers to sleep in and my mom to diaper me. When other boys my age were playing baseball or other sports I was wandering around looking for diapers or plastic pants hanging on clothes lines around the neighborhood or playing with my younger sisters at home in our diapers and rubber pants. While other boys my age were going out with girls, having fun and doing stuff they weren't supposed to be doing, I was home with my mom and sisters, getting aroused when mom diapered me for bed and snuggled with me, knowing when she left I could slide my hand down my diapers and rubber pants, play with my pee-pee until I couldn't stand it any longer and shoot my load. Again in the morning when I woke up, my pee-pee was hard, my cloth diapers were soaked and I played with myself again until I came just before mom opened my door to change me and dress me for school. My love and need to be diapered and wet never ceased, and I have continued to find wearing diapers, pinning them on and covering them with my baby pants to be more erotic than anything else in my life topped only by having a girl carefully and lovingly wipe me clean, powder me thoroughly, pin my cloth prefold diapers on and pull up my rubber pants just like my wife now does. I even enjoy the simple things like doing my diaper laundry, folding my dry diapers, washing my rubber pants and letting them dry outside in the warm sun. I love to just wear my diapers and rubber pants around the house, or working outside, knowing my wife, our daughter and their friends can see me in just my diapers and rubber pants no matter how soggy they might be. Now that I can wear diapers full time, and have my wife watch over me, we love to go out shopping, dining, watch a show or visit friends and I can wet myself to my hearts content, knowing my wife will let me know when its time to changed. I long since ceased to be embarrassed when she or her friends and family see me in my diapers or know that I am wetting myself right in front of them. The joy I feel from being able to wear diapers and rubber pants and go potty like a child just never ceases.