Life in Diapers

So this is kind of strange, or not. I've basically spent the entirety of my life in diapers. Which for most people I guess is strange. Or not. But suffice to say, I didn't have the same life as most people.

It began when I was young. I have an older brother who has autism. He's pretty high functioning, if mostly focused on his obsessions with trains and bad with social skills. But he never got around to potty training. My parents told us he was basically incontinent. Given we are homeschooled this is not as much of a problem, except sometimes the smell as it's simplicity itself to monitor to him and change him if he has an accident.

Me? I guess I also have autism. I don't know. I have anxiety. I struggle with social skills. I like to stay silent. I also like things to stay the same. Which is where diapers come in. My mother likes to share that I was obstinate in my desire to wear diapers. There was some half hearted attempt to potty train me, but it didn't really work.

So I remained in diapers.

Life when I was young was routine. Get up, mother changed me and my brother out of our night time diapers into disposable day time diapers. Spend 3 to 4 hours in the study room practicing language, math, english, and other skills. Have lunch, and play time. Return to study room for another 2 - 3 hours on other skills, or Yoga. During which we'd have diaper changes as we both need it. Afterwards, my brother he'd go to his room to obsess over trains, and me? I guess... I just liked watching TV, then later netflix or streaming channels.

This went on for years before my brother decided to potty train himself for pee. He'd pull down his diaper, pee in the toilet, pull it back up. While he still pooped himself during naps or night time. I was confused, admittedly.

I still peed and pooped in diapers. It never occurred to me that I could, or should use the toilet. Our parents changed our diapers without complaint, and it seemed simplicity itself to keep doing it that way. And my need for things to remain the same made sure that I didn't want to try.

Of course, my brother potty training would hit snags and bumps on the road that eventually led him to... kinda not potty training? I mean to take for example, yesterday he peed in the toilet, but today he didn't do any of that. Actually took a huge messy smelly ** in the study room when he was looking at trains on the laptop.

Me, though? Still wearing diapers. Still pooping in them (though not like brother who does it in the open, I prefer to do it in my room or behind the couch), and can't even control pee anymore (not that I had any control, over either really. I can usually tell when I pee, but not like control it, and ** I have only 30 seconds or so before I know I need to go?).

But enough time on online has exposed me to the huge Diaper Lover and ABDL and all the community, and it's quite strange to read about all that. I mean... yes my parents change our diapers (though, mostly it's just for poopy diapers as we've learned to change ourselves for wet ones), but we don't have baby things? No cribs, no highchairs, or anything like that. My parents don't treat us like babies, though they do treat us as kids? I don't know.

Suffice to say I've lived my life in diapers, and I'm likely to stay in them for the immediate future.

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