What is your most embarrassing diaper moment?

[Killman]

Originally Posted by R682

One of my major embarrassments resulted from a very similar start to the previous post. As a teen I wore diapers with my parents’ support, for bedwetting and for daytime ‘weak bladder’ issues. (Actually, I can now admit both problems were probably more to do with a revulsion bordering on phobia towards the regular toilet; such that I’d rather hold on, have an accident, or do anything else except sit on the WC – especially once there was a diaper option available.) One morning I woke up early with an unused diaper, but needing to go quite badly. I was just in time to hear my dad (divorced from my mum but visiting us) go into our only bathroom and start his shower, which I knew often took a good half an hour. Obviously by then (having been wearing for almost a year) the idea of taking a deliberate pee in my diaper was not even enough to give pause for thought, but the problem was I had to go both ways. I hadn’t done that in a diaper before, and I did normally take care of poo business behind a locked bathroom door (albeit usually with some creative use of tissue paper and/or container to avoid having to actually be involved directly with the dreaded throne).

So I after hanging on a while, and being really quite desperate, I decided this time I might as well try having my poo in the diaper. My mum was poking around, and there was a possibility she might pop in to see if I was awake, so I certainly couldn’t risk being caught using any other method. With my diaper, she might not even be able to tell, and even if she did I could feign distress and claim I just couldn’t hold on, and didn’t dare disturb my dad. So I shuffled my feet apart, stood there staring at the wall with my heart pulsing, and slowly just did it. And there wasn’t anything too revolting about it; it didn’t feel like disgusting mess everywhere, there wasn’t a really big smell. It just felt like a big heavy squidgy lump moving from one place to another, in to out; but not really out, because it was neatly caught and contained by the diaper. It felt really good once I’d done it, a huge relief, and I realised it was actually a much nicer way to go (from my perspective) than that beastly toilet, or the awkward indignity of squatting into a box of toilet paper.

Of course I also managed to have my fairly substantial pee, and after that there wasn’t much else to do except get back into bed (obviously being very careful not to smush the poo) and wait for my Dad to get out of the bathroom. I’d opened the window of course, but I was sure you couldn’t smell anything worse than a bit of gas could explain. I felt really quite smug, and thrilled with myself for my cleverness, especially once I had managed to tactically sneak into the bathroom without human contact. Cleanup was a little complicated, but nothing that toilet paper followed by the shower couldn’t sort out. The main poo got dumped in the toilet and flushed, and the diaper got wrapped up and put in the bathroom bin, where I usually disposed of my morning diaper before a shower. It was perfect.

So now to explain what the above has to do with my greatest diaper embarrassment. That came when my mum emptied the bathroom bin at the end of the week, and investigated the source of the poo smell. I was called to the bathroom to explain of course: not one, but by then almost a week’s worth of clearly pooed in diapers. And of course I couldn’t. I mean, as far as my parents were concerned at that point, my diaper consumption was down entirely to accidents… what was I going to say – I’d accidently pooed myself every morning for a week? From what I can remember I just shuffled around, and didn’t say anything, and went very, very red. And my mum took the ‘well I suppose there’s no harm in it if you WANT to do poos in your nappies, but I don’t really understand it…’ approach, which made it worse somehow.

Needless to say, it was quite a while before I dared to use another diaper for a poo.

That kinda reminds me of mine, which I posted in another thread just like this actually. o_o

[brabbit1987]

I think I may have posted somewhere in here already or maybe a similar thread but I have to say that I have had way to many embarresments to count due to being an AB/DL. I really don't know how I can possibley be embarressed about it anymore, but yet I still am.

I had a very good running streak of keeping it hidden up untill I was like 16. I don't know if I have become less secretive or if my family just expects it now, but I seem to get caught tons more now. It's like it triggered a chain reaction that caused everyone in my family to know about it.

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Originally Posted by SoniaStrummFan

Well, I rarely get a chance to wear, but I do when I can do it behind closed doors. Anyway, just the other day, I really needed to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't because both bathrooms at my place were occupied by people taking baths I held as long as I could before it got uncomfortable. Then I remembered I had a depends diaper sample I got a while back hidden away. I knew I wasn't going to last forever, so I decided to bite the bullet and use it. You'd think I'd be safe there, right? Wrong! I had a slight problem... the diaper was one size too small I was desperate, and I thought it would hold out, but I put an old cloth jacket of mine under me just in case. After that, I just let go and did what I needed to. When I was finished, I realized something... the diaper leaked! So I had a wet spot on my jacket that I wasn't going to be able to explain. So, I used a little bit of water to make the spot look more natural, and then ran the story that I accidently set it on a wet countertop and that was why I was putting it in the wash hamper. Thankfully, it was believable enough to work. This was actually the first embarrassing diaper moment I've ever had, but thinking back on it, the whole thing was a little fun too. I still would rather I not be put in this situation again though... er, to reiterate, I still like diapers, and will wear them when I can, but I don't want to be in such an embarrassing situation with them again.

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You've been thrown out of houses just because you wet the bed or need diapers? That's terrible! I'm sorry that that's happened to you You shouldn't get thrown out of any place you call home over something that isn't your fault. I hope things get less stressful for you soon. Try and hang in there, okay?

I know I probably don't fully understand what you're going through, but still. I'm always scared about what my family will think of me if they were to ever find out about me liking diapers. I can safely say it's one of those fears that's always in the back of my mind. I guess that may be why hearing about your situation made me feel the way it did, you know?

Funny thing is there was no actual place I could have ever considered a home. We moved so many times ... lol. But besides that, the day I wrote that post I was like super depressed. I normally don't make my personal life public XD. Things have been much better here anyway. Also ... most family would not have the reaction my family had. My Mom is like super hardcore, and I doubt the majorty of Moms are anything like that XD. I never try to make her angry cause she would totally kick my ass . rofl

[babyfox1]

My most embarrassing moment was this:

I have to share a room with my slightly-younger (1 year) brother. One night, maybe two years ago, I had on a pull-up (my littler brother was still potty-training, a god-send for me, now I make do with makeshift diapers DX) and my normal clothes over that. He got up, and I had to lounge around in that diaper (luckily I had yet to use it) for a while, completely embarrassed and paranoid that it was crinkling loudly or visible.

Another embarrassing moment for me was when I got caught. My dad found a pull-up I had hidden away (albeit, not well hidden). He just asked if I had a reason for having it, to which I replied no, and nothing else was ever said about it.