Meeting Other Diaper Lovers
I've been a diaper lover for most of my life, though for reasons I can't explain there are lengthy periods--including when I lived alone--where they weren't a factor. Isn't that odd?
But in 1994 I got a job that required me to travel a lot and something about being in a strange city, alone in a hotel room for a week at a time, emboldened me and caused me to rediscover my love of diapers. I would drive my rental car around the city, looking for the small, independent pharmacies or medical supply stores where I could buy the better adult diaper brands. Then I would take them back to the hotel and wear them as much as possible before having to don regular underwear for work the next day. I never wet them while lying in the bed (since I didn't want to get used to doing that when not diapered and in bed with my wife, who knew nothing of my diaper fetish) but would sleep in them. Best sleep I ever got.
Then came the Internet. Well, my discovery of it, anyway. Around 1997 I found dailydiapers.com, and for the first time found out that I was far from alone. There were thousands of people right there who were asking all the same questions I was. It was almost like finding out that you were not the last of your race, as you always thought.
I formed some relationships with a few people on their forums--the non-weirdos*--and even one lasting relationship with a woman in northern California.
Around 2005, I got the chance to travel to her city and arranged to meet her. She's the first and so far only diaper lover I've ever met in person, and I was a little nervous. So much so that I talked about anything except diapers during dinner, she was the one who brought up the topic.
For the next two hours we talked about why we were like this and how our spouses fit into the picture (they didn't) and what to do about it. Here we were, two strangers connected only by an emotional need for diapers, talking about things so intimate that we'd never shared them with anyone else, including our spouses. It was wonderful and so freeing. I was almost giddy with relief to finally connect with someone who got it, who got me.
By now my wife knew about my diaper fetish, but wanted--and still wants--nothing to do with them. I think they change her image of me as her big, strong protector, which I completely understand. The sight of me in a diaper must be totally ridiculous, but these are urges I can do nothing about. They are part of me, and for one brief evening, I connected with someone else who understood that reality. Maybe someday, if I'm kind to animals and old ladies, I'll have the chance to do that again.
* No, the irony of this statement is not lost on me.