I never thought I’d be writing a diary like this, but here it is...
When this whole thing started out, I was fully into Diapers. Way into them. That’s what I wore every, single day. Mind you, someone else dressed me every day, but I loved Diapers. They were extremely convenient and required little to no maintenance on my part. I was into them almost without thinking (which was typical for someone my age).
As I matured, I grew out of my Diaper phase. Oh, I still was into them, but at some point, others around me starting asking if I wanted to join the world of Big Boy Pants — Underpants. Using the toilet. There were no in-between phases in those days. No Pull-Ups to act as a bridge between Diapers and Underpants. One had to make a decision: Diapers or Underpants. When I made the leap, I went big. Diapers one day, Underpants the next. No looking back.
I felt so mature in Underpants. I understood that this is what the Big People do. They wear Underpants. Underpants don’t give you everything you want (like the ability to let it go and not worry about it), but that’s all about growing up. Serious people, serious grown-ups, know that nothing comes without a cost. There are no free rides. I wasn’t one of those simpleton Diaper persons anymore. I had moved on. I had a mature view of the world.
Then something unusual happened. I got older. I had some physical issues — a surgery, some other medical treatments. Suddenly, Diapers didn’t seem like a thing only inexperienced, immature people support. I thought to myself, “Diapers are kind of nice. They make it possible to improve my life and the lives of others around me. Maybe all of this grown-up, mature, Underpants world isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.”
I rethought my relationship with Underpants. Underpants weren’t making my life or the lives of others around me better. They were making my life and those of my friends and family members worse. My personal “issues” were becoming a burden to me and those around me.
So I made the leap back. Back to the world of Diapers. I feel at home with Diapers now. Just like I did many years ago. I no longer look back with disdain on my supposedly “immature” self that reveled in Diapers. I now look back and think, “I was onto something back then. Diapers actually make sense. Diapers help everyone around me now, just like they did back in those early days.” After all, what would life have been like without Diapers in those early days?
Now, I wear Diapers proudly. I tell people about my Diapers. Some supposedly “mature,” “reality-based” people look at me askance when I tout the benefits of Diapers. To me, they’re missing the point. My Diapers help me and others. They offer a solution to some intractable problems that haunt many of us as we age. Diapers are not the be-all and end-all, but they are a big step on the way to more equitable life for me and many others like me. And probably for you, too, even if you consider yourself among the “reality-based” grown ups who believe that everyone should be walking around in Underpants.
I’m done with Underpants. I’m not saying I wouldn’t use them in an emergency if I ran out of Diapers, but, for the most part, my Underpants days are behind me. I’ve made the transition, from Diapers to Underpants and, finally, back to Diapers.
I’m not going back. I hope this diary helps some of you understand how someone my age can support Diapers. Diapers give me hope for a better tomorrow.