Life in Diapers part 2

So the other day I posted a confession here about my life in diapers. It was oddly liberating. So I decided I would post about what my average day is living my life in diapers. Or to be exact what my day yesterday was like.

I got up at 8am. Which is pretty late as I usually get up 7am. My diaper was pretty wet, but that's pretty typical. My mom buys me a whole bunch of diaper types. MegaMax Overnight for night time, MegaMax AirSupreme or InControl Elite Youth for day use, Tranquility All Through Night for trips to OT since that's what they have over their. As it happens my MegaMax was very wet. No leak though. But my mom doesn't change my diapers unless I poopoo, or I ask.

I went down to the kitchen and made some oatmeal. Dad was already gone for his work trip, and Tristin hadn't waken up yet. Not surprising. I should say I was wearing. I usually only wear a nightshirt at night, though I used to sleep in footed sleepers when I was younger. Now it's just nightshirt and a MegaMax.

Mom walks in like zombie looking for her coffee she needs, while I eat my oatmeal. We talk for a bit, and she informs us that we aren't going to go OT today because there was covid outbreak. So it's going to be Yoga today. I say okay.

After breakfast I go change my diaper and wipe myself on the pad that lay out on the bed. I usually like adding barrier products like vassaline or powder. These keep my skin healthy and I don't develop a rash. Since I'm not going out of the House, I just put on a new shirt, change myself into a InControl diaper, brush my hair and teeth.

When I get down to the study room Tristin is awake, barely wearing a shirt and a diaper. Since we do Yoga first thing if we don't go to OT, we don't even wear pants. Not really worth it. Mom wears yoga pants and a top though I've gotten used to the fact that she wears pretty thick diapers underneath the Yoga pants. Mom sometimes makes me wear Yoga pants but I don't like how they feel. So I like taking them off. She kind of gave up on my modesty, I guess.

We go through the exercises for the next hour before we get done. Then we start on math lessons for next hour or so. Tristin does Algebra, I do geometry. We get done and start to do some English then I get agitated, frustrated, anxious I guess. I tell my mom I need to stim. She nods and focuses on Tristin.

I go to the stimming room which is a walk in closet with a bunch of stuff. A trampoline, a sink, a fold down changing table, a bunch of stuff that I sometimes like to do, and TV with youtube. I put on youtube from my tablet and watch video a bunch of times while I jump on the trampoline.

Mid-jump on the trampoline I notice need to **-**. I just go. I've been going in my diapers in my entire life. Lately I've been thinking about it more, but peeing I don't notice. It just happens my diaper will eventually become wet, but **-** I have a moment of control that makes me wonder if I should try go to the potty after reading a bunch of things. But I don't because I like diapers, I like how comfortable, thick, tight and safe they are. So I go **-**.

It's pretty soft ** which is not uncommon but in the middle of stimming I explore that sensation by smooshing my ** against the wall a couple times. After a little bit I'm over stimming and more relaxed. So I go back to the study room to finish my work.

Mom and Tristin are still working, but Mom notices immediately that I had poopy. She gets up and brings me back to the stimming room. She unfolds the changing table, and I get on it. I adopt the position. Legs up and wide, back against, behind up and ready to be cleaned.

Mom begins wiping me up and we start talking about how the InControls have been doing. I say I like them a lot. They make me feel safe, and calm. Mom makes a joke about no leaks as she finishes wiping and wadds up the poopy diaper which she tosses into the diaper genie. After which she takes out a MegaMax overnight and puts that on me since she forgot to restock the diapers on the shelf from upstairs. She makes me slide on a pair of athletic shorts, and I go to the kitchen to make lunch.

I warm up some mac and cheese from last night, make 3 peanut butter sandwiches and have some banana dipped in peanut butter. I eat that all while Tristin and mom finish up working. I return back to the study room, and keep working. Mostly writing up stuff, and working with the history paper she told me to work on yesterday. I do that for awhile, and Tristin comes back to work on his stuff.

Eventually I need to stim again and I go to the stim again. I take off my shorts, and stim for a while until I'm flush and settled. I don't bother putting on my shorts as I feel more settled and safe just in my diapers. Plus, it's still warm out so it doesn't feel cold like in winter.

Returning to the study room, Tristin made a big ** ** and has stunk it up. I pinch my nose and grab the book mom wanted me to read, and I go up to my room to read. I do that all the way up to dinner, and I go downstairs to have chicken parm with pasta. Mom checks my diaper, and comments she expected another poopy one already. I shrug.

We eat, and I go watch TV in the stim room for a bit. Then I feel **-poos coming. I keep watching becausae I don't want to miss the show but kneel on the ground like I was crawling and push it all out. Once my stomach stops hurting, I hit their and relax in my ** for a long bit just watching my show. Eventually, mom comes and tell me go take my shower. I shrug and I go wash off my **, and do hygeine things. I put on another megamax before I go to bed.

And yeah, that's my day in diapers.

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