When this thread started, I was the same. I could never tell anyone that I liked wearing diapers and rubber pants like a child, wet and dirty them and then go around pretending to be an adult. I felt so scared that someone might find out and tell the rest of the world, and I'd be ostracized, belittled, shunned or laughed at. Over the decades a few did find out, but under very controlled circumstances where I believed no one I knew, none of my friends, workmates, or family would find out. But about 15 years ago I decided I couldn't go on this way, and started telling young ladies I met at bars, clubs, and other places I frequented to meet girls. I'd go to these places wearing my diapers and rubber pants under my normal clothes, I'd wet myself throughout when talking, eating and drinking with the ladies, and once I'd meet a girl I liked and want to see again I would make plans to figure out how best to tell her about what I was wearing under my trousers. I'd get so excited anticipating her reactions once she knew-would she quickly leave, laugh her head and tell me how weird and disgusting I was, or would she want to know more, would she be interested in me even though I was diapered. Would she want to see them, ask me to explain why and how I got this way, what did I like so much about wearing diapers and wetting them. And then the first time I told a girl I liked, it was so anti-climatic. She said something like “you are? Why, do you need them or do you just like wearing them like a baby. I don't care either way. I seems like no big deal. Might even be sort of fun, we're all kinky in one way or another." Wow, I thought to myself. So I told her “I do need to wear diapers. I'm not incontinent, but I've liked wearing diapers and rubber pants for as long as I can remember, but you're the first person I've ever told.” “Do you use them? Do you pee in your diapers? Or poop?" she asked. “Not sure about pooping but I don't give a shit if you pee yourself. Do you have diapers on right now? Are they wet? Did you pee in them while we were talking. Can I see?" So I told her “yeah, I have both diapers and rubber pants on right now and they are wet. I wet them before we started talking and then I went potty again while we finishing our drinks and when I started to tell you. I sort of got excited. Do you really want to see my diapers now?" “Oh, baby, I'd love to see your diapers," as her hand shifts to my crotch, squeezes and rubs me and says “Oh my, you really do have diapers on. Do you mind if I look?” and before I can answer she unbuttons my pants, pulls down my zipper and sees my rubber pants over my cloth diapers and says “you weren't kidding were you. You really are wet.” We spent the rest of the evening talking about me and my diapers until I asked her if she like to come home with me, she did, she stayed the night, she changed me and we had a wonder night. We saw each other for a while, but not exclusively. Eventually we went our separate ways, but not because of my diapers. I won't pretend that it was always so easy or successful telling girls about my diapers, some were OK with it, and some thought it was too weird and wanted nothing to do with me. But it was never the huge threat I thought it would be and realize I should have been much more open about my diaper interests than I had been.