My Son Makes The Choice To Return To Diapers
This experience I am about to tell you about leads all the way back to when I was a teenager. I had something called infantaliasm, and a bit of it still lingers inside of me. I told my mother when I was 14 that I had this diaper fetish, she actually dealt with it better than I had thought. She offered to go out and purchase diapers for me, out of fear, I said no. This fetish eventually weakened to the point where I didn't notice it anymore. I grew up in a perfect life, roof over my head, food on the table, and clothes on my body. I did eventually get married, but terrifyingly, not for long, me and my spouse had one son at the age of 7. My wife soon died in a car accident with a DUI. This made me swear off alchohol, forever. My son told my wife everything, similar to what I did to my mother, she stayed calm with whatever I said to her, building my trust to tell her anything. The same thing happened between my son and wife. He tells me things to, but not as personal. When she was gone though, he started to tell me things, and I soon found out how courageous my son was at age 8. He told me he wanted to wear diapers again. I was shocked and I froze. He explained as much as he could with his limited vocabulary and I put it together and he has a diaper fetish similar to what I had. This was the most personal thing my son has ever told me. Without hesitation, I told him I had the same feeling when I was a bit older than him, only a few years. Similar to what my mother did, I asked him simply "Do you want to go out and buy some diapers?" He said yes. He truely wanted this, to wear diapers again. From this point, I then realized my son would grow up to be a Diaper Lover, like me before. I no longer was one, but I never thought I'd meet another like me, let alone it being my own son. Talk about low probability. From what I remember, I only got him regular training pants to start off with. When we got home, he gave me a big hug as I gave him a hug back. We went up to his room and I slipped him into one of his pants. Another hug was given, then he ran down to the living room in his diaper, pants-less, and started playing on his gamecube, the cutest thing ever. Seeing how happy he was made me feel like I made the right decision, seeing him this happy again after his mother's death was unforgettable. He still went to the bathroom normally, he just loved wearing diapers, as he only weared diapers at home, not school, or when guests were over. This became a normal thing at age 10. That year, I stopped changing his diaper and he started doing it himself, I was proud to see this did not become a huge obsession, I was scared it would've become one with me had I chosen to wear diapers. My son was able to control his diaper wearing, at such a young age, he was a genius, and had great self-control. He was already in the enrichment program at our school in just 4th grade. By now, he wasn't wearing pull-ups anymore, they no longer fit, he still preferred pull-up style diapers so we bought him those bedtime underwear, Underjammers or something along those lines. He still loved wearing them. This becoming a normal thing, I mostly forgot about it sometimes, although when he happened to bend over, it would show the green waistband of his diaper. Still 10 years old, he had his first sleepover with his best friend that he knew since he was two years old! During this sleepover, I was ordering pizza for my son and his friend for dinner, but when I hung up, I heard a surprising conversation from the living room, I could not help but to eavesdrop. They were playing with my son's new Wii, at one point or another I suppose, I was listening to this conversation blindly, his friend saw his diaper's waistband. I hit myself in forgetting to tell him to remove his diaper before his friend came over. His friend asked what kind of underwear that was. I could tell by my son's tone that he was very nervous. My son did eventually burst out with the straight truth and told him it was a diaper. The friend did not respond. He eventually asked why he was wearing a diaper, was it because of bedwetting? Or was he never pottytrained? Awkwardness filled the living room as I froze in the kitchen out of sight. My son admitted, it was because he thought diapers were awesome to wear. His friend actually accepted this... This is what he said "If you're wearing a diaper, I'll wear one too if it makes you feel better." His friend did end up wearing a diaper for the rest of the sleepover, and thank goodness, I reminded him to take it off before his parents came. Whew. This was just another strong bond between Paul, my son, and his friend, Zach, that would last them forever. Trust. Now, my father did something called Meditation where he just sat down and thought, just thought things over. He was one of the most wisest people I have ever met. I must've picked it up from him, making connections and being investigative to problems, I did my father's 'Meditation', Paul picked this of from me later on. He did not did the meditation thing, he was just extremely investigative and was able to make connections between conflicts and solutions. So, still 10 years old, he asked me "Daddy, why don't you wear diapers if you like them too?" He actually made me wonder, but it was because I was scared of it taking my life in another direction. Truth be told, my son was an inspiration to me when he had the courage to tell me he wanted to wear diapers again. I told him that he changed this about me, if an 8 year old can have that much courage to tell someone, not just someone, two people, that kind of personal information and embrace, I'd might as well give it the chance again. Still being the cute son he was, he told me to try on his. I told him it wouldn't fit so thus he suggested we go out and buy my own. I said it wasn't nessescary, I don't need to be buying diapers for myself. He was persistant, and little puppy eyes made me give in. Of course I was more nervous going to buy diapers for me, more than I was for him. Trust me, it's easier to buy diapers for your eight year old son than for your 28 year old self. When I got home, I put one on only for my son's appeal. It was late at night, so I ended up wearing it though the night. I didn't think to put a new one on when I came back home after work the next day. As I said, my fetish wore off. He's 14 now, now in disposable diapers now, pull-up style underpeants no longer fit, expensive, but I'm able to afford them, whatever makes my son happiest, I'll buy for him. Since he lost his mother, I'm all he has left, and I have to make it count. He still wears regular underwear and uses the bathroom, not his pants. Just likes wearing his diapers. I'm proud of my son, still in enrichment, 8th grade, and he's quite the popular kid from what he tells me, along with his friends that I see form time to time. But whenever he's home alone, he straps on a diaper and lives out the rest of the day 'til tomorrow. We have yet to see how High School turns out for him next year. I don't wear diapers anymore, but I'm likely still a diaper lover at heart, I just ignore it. My son is still very well disciplined, I have taken every precaution to make sure he grows up in a normal lifestyle. I am, truely, one of those more lenient parents out there. I only let him wear diapers because I knew what he going through in his life. I spent most of my teenage life harboring my longing for diapers. I did not want him to be stuck with the fetish eating him alive had I said 'No' that one day. Am I trying to live out my fantasy through my son? I doubt it. If such a thing were true, I would definitely be more involved with it than I am now. Throughout his twelve years of diapers, the most I've done is purchasing the diapers, only changing him at 8 and 9 and his baby years. His diaper wearing has rarely gotten in the way of anything, like the sleepover I just told you about with his friend Zach. In this case, it just made their relationship stronger. For a diaper lover like him, diapers are a need, not a want. Trust me on this, When I was about 19, I did research on this subject about diaper feitshism, is that's a word. This fetish usually appears in young boys and rarely girls when the child encounters the situation where he/she may not have had his parents around very often. Thus, the person will want to wear diapers to try and revert to childhood again. This would explain how my son got it, losing a mother. My parents weren't around much either when I was young. Both of my parents worked late and I was at a daycare most of the day. He has is stronger than I did, obviously. Will he wear diapers for the rest of his adolescent years up until his middle aged years? Maybe, maybe not. Will he tell his future spouse know of his diaper wearing? Only time will tell, since that one day when he was 8 and the truth came out, his trust towards me only became stronger, he's very open with his feelings to people he trusts whether it be me or his friend Zach. Now, I thank you all for reading about this experience about me and my son, Paul. This is indeed a true story. Trust me, I would NEVER joke about my wife dying in a car crash, it's proof enough. Thank you for your time. My familty certainly is unique from others, but thnakfully, we make it work.