“This whole diaper thing started a little bit over two years ago. I was a bedwetter until I was 13 or 14. Then it started to get better, but still happened a few times a year. A few years ago I met my boyfriend. I knew I would have to tell him about my occasional bedwetting sooner or later, but … well, you can imagine that this is probably the most embarrassing thing ever to admit to your boyfriend, so … yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, and one night when he was sleeping at my place, it just happened. Believe it or not, he was super cool about it when I told him about that problem. He just put one of those waterproof mats onto his bed every time I slept at his place.
Then, about two years ago, we finally moved together. At the very first night in our new home, he told me that he didn’t want to sleep every night from now on on these waterproof bed mats. Sure, I mean, I could totally understand him, but on the other hand I felt we didn’t have much choice in the matter - oh, boy, was I wrong … In retrospect, I feel that he had planned that situation for quite a while. I remember exactly the situation when he opened up one side of our new wardrobe. It looked like we were in a nursery or something, it was almost completely filled with adult diapers. Of course I protested, tried to negotiate, but he was really firm about that. I remember that I asked him if he could help me putting it on, and that was basically the start of our nighttime diapering routine. The first few nights it was super hard to sleep with that bulk between my legs, the crinkles and also the trapped heat. Sure, when I was younger I wore occasionally those Goodnites pull ups, but the feeling of a diaper is completely different. But eventually, I got used to it. And even worse, my bedwetting started to get worse again. Sure, I was worried, but my boyfriend made it totally clear that he had no intentions to let me sleep without a diaper again. Ever. So I learned to accept my new bedtime routine and my need for diapers at night, and believe it or not, over time I really started to like their comfort. Don’t think I’m a freak or something, it’s just … I mean, c’mon, you probably also know those situations on Sunday mornings when you want to stay in bed but have to get up because you need to pee urgently?
The biggest change, however, came a few months ago, and if you ask me, I never saw that coming. Me and my boyfriend both work in big companies, and due to the upcoming Corona pandemic they sent us into home office fairly early. In the morning on our very first day in home office, we went one with our routine as usual: getting up, having breakfast, having a shower and getting dressed. Normally, when I get out of the shower, I just wrap a towel around my body and walk to our bedroom to get dressed. But on that day, he was already waiting for me, and I could see one of my diapers next to him on the bed. Of course I was a little bit confused and asked him about the diaper. And then he dropped it: He told me that since we were home now all day he would expect me to have a nap sooner or later, maybe also an unexpected one. And since he didn’t want any accidents on the furniture, he wanted to be on the safe side by me being in diapers all the time. I mean, yes, he had a good point, I can easily fall asleep, especially if I am home all day and sitting a lot on the couch. It was hard to admit, but maybe he was right. Shortly after, I found myself getting changed into my first daytime diaper in years. While he was pressing his thumbs onto the tapes of the diaper to make sure they would hold well, he told me that he expected me to use my diapers. I couldn’t believe it. But again, he had a really good point: I never did a good job with the tapes, so it would be his duty. But diapers are just not made for being opened and closed constantly, which basically means wasting them. On the contrary, they are made for being used - and that’s what he expected. So I agreed. When I finally got up and wanted to put a pair of sweatpants on, he stopped me. Since he will be the one checking and changing my diapers, he prefers to have them in plain sight so he doesn’t forget about it, and of course, that would also be in my interest. Sure. So, off I went with a top and my crinkling diaper, feeling like a toddler that is not yet potty trained, but knows exactly that most other kids of the same age are.
That was 7 weeks ago. And again, believe it or not, I got used to my new attire, and even fairly comfortable in my diapers. In the beginning, I had to overcome a mental hurdle to feel comfortable about using my diapers. But after a week or two, I didn’t give it a second thought. And my boyfriend is sooo supportive. I love his attention, the lovingly diaper pats when we meet in the kitchen, the changing times … oh well. On the other side, I feel like even my daytime control has subsided significantly. Sure, I miss my panties, but I am also not sure if I could keep them dry for a long time anymore. Now I am here, laying on the couch in my blue top and my slightly wet diaper, and wondering if I will ever go back to panties. Even when the lockdown is over, I am not sure if my boyfriend would even allow me to run around without a diaper on. I mean, I already know beforehand that he would bring up my bad bladder control and that a diaper is the only solution for that problem.
And, yes, he would be right!”
