Might as well repost my emotional spill on how i got into diapers from >>34097
I was a regular bedwetter until I was 14. It wasn't a medical issue, nothing was wrong with me physically. So my single mom treated it as it was my fault. I know as an adult now I was stress wetting from the physical and psychological abuse. All the blame and bullshit mom put on me for her own shortcomings, but being hit and yelled at for wetting again just fed back into me being a more anxious mess; and of course more damp sheets. Which led to more yelling and more hitting.
My bedwetting was used to humiliate me a lot. I was pretty much under constant threat of it being exposed through snide remarks. "Everyone at school will see your pee stained sheets if you dont grow up." My mom isn't a healthy person or parent, she'd find reasons to inflict punishment to vent her frustrations. I was always hit and yelled at more frequently during a damper week.
Diapers were always a threat. She didnt put me in them, but frequently threatened to do it. They were never presented as a helpful solution to deal with a problem; but as a punishment. So of course I was terrified and fought the idea of ever being in them.
On top of the only other bedwetter I'd ever met during childhood had an even crazier mother then mine. Who actively did tell anyone who tried to be his friend that not only did he wet the bed, but bought him girls diapers to humiliate him more. He moved away when I was around 10. I never knew what happened to him, but he was one of the few kids who was an even bigger loser then I was. Kids teased him about his diapers constantly and I was terrified of being him.
It wasn't until I hit my teen years and met the first boy I experimented and became close with that I started realizing how messed up my home life was by seeing a "normal" family life. Teenage rebellion kicked in, a lot of stuff happened including a stint in juvenile detention, but I ended up placed in foster care because Mom didn't want me back. A councilor I had after a lot of work talked me into trying diapers. The irony is I stopped wetting before the end of the first package. But being a young teen I found another activity that felt amazing in my diapers.
Diapers are an immense source of pleasure and deep childhood scarred shame for me. I know it's not true, but deep down I'll always feel like mommy might have loved me if I had just been put in diapers. Let everyone know and just kept in them to fix my babyish problem. Now experience pleasure and humiliation through my diapers in a safe way is a cathartic experience.