I do often think about, "if that pill had been available back in the early 1970s when I first realized how much I was attracted to diapers and loved wearing them, and I'd taken it and completely gotten over diapers, where would I be today?"
I've had at least three love relationships that were affected by my diapers--one, where I broke up with a girl because (without knowing about my diaper fetish at all) she always talked about how she never wanted to have kids because she "just couldn't stand ever having to be around disgusting, wet, messy diapers!" I knew that because of my diapers, I'd never have a future with her. I couldn't hide them forever, and if she found out I'm sure that would have been the end of it. So I broke up with her. And she didn't really understand why. And I wasn't about to tell her! But, otherwise we got along well. Without my diapers, maybe I'd have married her and if so, who knows where I'd be?
My next serious girlfriend (I've mentioned this relationship here many times) initially loved the idea of me wearing diapers and encouraged it. This, I think, was because she never let me into her panties. She was always "saving it for marriage." Then after a few years she changed her mind and wanted sex. Then she didn't want me to wear my diapers anymore. It was "now that you have this, you no longer need THOSE." It led to arguments and fights and we broke up. With no diapers, how would that have worked out? Probably just as bad, as she eventually came out as a lesbian. I'd seen no signs of this in the past, and I always wondered if my diapers helped convince her that she hated men? (I've had this discussion with my gay male friends: We honestly think that gay men are born that way, but sometimes women can hate men so much that they choose it. But that's a debate for another day.)
Then, I met the girl who is now my wife. And this time it was just the opposite. She accepts my diapers and participates and has no problems with me being who I am. And in this case, it often seems like my diapers have been the thing that holds us together. There have been several bumps in the road, but, bottom line, I always realize "I have to work things out with her, I'll never find another person who will let me wear my diapers." So I do. Without my diapers, would we still be together? Who knows?
As my wife, she encouraged me to go to college and change careers and now I have a good job and we have a good life. I'm very thankful for it all. But, I do wonder, without my diapers, where would I be today, what would I be doing, who would I be with? Who knows? But it's something to think about.