of course i've been ashamed and embarrassed about loving diapers.
i had a fascination with them since i was potty trained that turned sexual with puberty, and i found that diapers and sexual thoughts went hand in hand. as in, i couldn't cum without thinking about diapers in some form, and that pictures or videos of naked women engaging in sex acts didn't even really give me an erection if diapers weren't involved.
didn't feel safe talking about this obviously, constantly afraid of being found out. having the internet provided the "i'm not the only one" realization but this didn't really make it better cause my reality was still that i couldn't actually buy/wear diapers and that i was deathly afraid of fucking up and getting found out because of my activity on the family computer. it felt like such an important part of my burgeoning identity that i couldn't stand not being able to express it, so i told my "girlfriend" when i was 12 about it like a fucking moron and of course when we broke up she told everyone at school.
there were a few mutual friends of ours that confronted me about it and i tried to lie and say she was making it up to slander me but i'm pretty sure they knew i was full of shit. and then the next year in science class we watched some video about astronauts and there was this segment where they talked about having to wear diapers in their space suits and i could tell other kids in the room (including my ex) were laughing at me.
i developed moderate to severe anxiety and depression in high school and university, and it's possible that it would've happened anyway because of biology or whatever, but i really do think the long term psychological damage of having this extremely essential and powerful urge (again diapers and sex are pretty much equivalent for me, there's no "oh i like diapers but sometimes i just want to jerk off to vanilla stuff") that i can't talk about for fear of humiliation, talking about it with a person i trusted, having them betray that trust, and then having to go through the next 4-5 years knowing that people around me knew my deepest secret, really contributed to my mental health issues. without this fetish i'd probably still be fucked up but it's hard to separate those experiences from how i turned out.
but in the right circumstances when i've been able to pad up in three thick, white, fluffy, soft, crinkly diapers and masturbate with no fear or apprehension i've had mind blowing orgasms that i can't fathom vanilla people experiencing, so i guess that's the trade off…