Just Looking For Some Hope (Diapers & Humiliation)

*Warning: this is a long read

I’m really not sure what to do anymore. I've never told anyone this in full.

I’ll start off by saying that I don’t really know where to post this. I have an uncontrollable fetish for diapers but my story isn’t really like others that I have read. If anyone is fascinated by how this happens to someone, this will probably be a lot of interest.

I had a great childhood. I had attentive parents and I think normal potty training. I was never abused or had any trauma but this still happened.

I don’t know the exact age that this fetish started but I know what did it. My mom bought me the latest Goosebumps which was called “The Cuckoo Clock Of Doom”. The story is about a boy who tries to get his sister in trouble by turning a cuckoo birds head around on a giant clock. Instead he inadvertently starts to regress as time moves backwards. As the story progresses the boy “Michael” gets younger and younger and has to relive his childhood until the final chapters when he wakes up as a baby.

The way R.L. Stine wrote this part was apparently supposed to be hilarious but I didn’t think so. Michael is not happy about waking up in a crib and is extremely humiliated to find that he’s back in diapers. His body may be that of a toddler but his mind is still his present age. I had never read anything like this before and the embarrassment of the situation just got worse as that chapter went on.

As Michael comes to terms with his infancy, he accidently trips, runs into the crib and bumps his head. He can’t stop crying and his mom thinks she knows what is bothering him. She thinks he needs his diaper changed. Michael is horrified and screams No, No, No! No diaper change! But his cries fall on deaf ears as his mom lifts him up for his inevitable fate. The story never goes into detail with what happens next, the character just tells readers that he has blocked the memory from his consciousness.

But I knew what happened and it probably didn’t help that I was around the same age of Michael when I read this. I don’t remember even thinking about diapers until I read this book. Like the thought never crossed my mind. But I watched plenty of cartoons as a kid and with them of course came commercials for Pampers, Johnson & Johnson, Huggies, etc. So I understood what Michael would be so horrified about.

I couldn’t think of anything more degrading then the process of a diaper change. Being forced onto a changing table, legs in the air, as someone wipes and powders your privates. It was the ultimate humiliation. And when I read this part of the story it might not have gone into such detail but it didn’t really have to. Like the best horror movies the greatest fear can come from when the monster isn’t shown. R.L. Stines words insinuated that this happened “offscreen” and that was enough. I could not stop thinking about it. I think I started reading that part over and over again. Somewhere along the line I began to get sexually stimulated about the situation. Or as much as a ten year old could.

I really wish R.L. Stine had left that part out. It’s amazing what a few pages of a book can do to someone’s life. If he wanted this to be funny then why have the character be so horrified about it? Why couldn’t he have just woken up and then been taken to breakfast or something?

Anyway that’s what started it. The process of being changed is what I associated diapers with. I didn’t associate the process as something caring; I related it to how humiliating it would be to be of normal age and to be treated like a baby. All because of that stupid book. And through the years I would fantasize about this happening to female characters on TV, movies, magazines and video games. I was just like any other boy in that aspect. I was still attracted to girls. But I didn’t fantasize about sex. If I looked at erotic pictures I would be fantasizing about what those women looked like in diapers. Not necessarily involving humiliation but just imagining that they were wearing a diaper alone, made me know that there was a diaper change in their future. That was enough to do it for me. I was still very attracted to a woman’s body but I couldn’t understand what sex would feel like therefore that didn’t do the same thing for me like imagining this did.

However with a diaper change it would be pretty easy to understand what that would be like. The process involves the intimacy of being naked and someone else having direct contact with your sexual organs. So being attracted to women’s bodies, this became like sex. I know in a lot of TV shows, young characters are caught taking long showers to signify sexual awakening. But not me, I started humping the bed soon after. I didn’t know what masturbating was but I began to do this a lot. I kept fantasizing about that humiliation from that book and applying it to different situations.

For example I imagined a popular female character on TV getting their comeuppance and brought down to that level. Being so popular or attractive yet having to be treated like a baby again. I absolutely hated that it excited me (and still do) because I would never actually want that to happen in real life to anyone. I think it would be terrible for someone to have their maturity stripped away and be degraded like that. But I couldn’t stop making stories in my head because in those stories no one was getting hurt. It was just fantasy and no one knew about it but me. That was my way of rationalizing it. Once the story was over those same girls returned to normal like nothing happened. In real life it would probably be like sexual assault to them which makes me feel sick thinking about it.

In fact, in all of my fantasies I couldn’t figure out how the story would even end. Even in my head I wouldn’t want anyone to be treated like a baby for a long period of time. That would be an absolutely boring life that no one deserves. The only time it would work is in a wrestling match where that would be the stipulation (which really isn’t that far from spanking matches) but even then it’s just acting. It’s not real.

As time went on and the internet evolved, I didn’t really have to fantasize as much before being able to read others. I began to discover diaper stories and the meaning of ABDL & DL. I still really can’t define what I am out of those terms. I guess I’m somewhere in between.

The stories can do it for me more than the actual pictures sometimes. That’s probably because that’s where it started. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve read through the years. From the humiliation stuff to age regression, it’s a very high number. But when I’m looking for them, there are always rules I follow or I’ll skip by them usually. I don’t like reading about it happening to men, I don’t like it being about anyone younger than 18, and I don’t really like reading about characters who like the actual ABDL stuff. For the last one, it has to be realistic and contain an actual relationship in between that stuff. Most of the humiliation stories are completely illogical and would never happen.

That’s where I can’t figure out who I am because I don’t really like reading about stories where people actually like to act like a baby or to wear diapers.

And I don’t just like diapers. I have to find the girl attractive wearing them or it really does nothing for me. The diapers are kind of like this weird lingerie in that way. To me they really accentuate a woman’s nice ass, tight stomach and her legs. They also have to look a certain way for me to be the most attracted to them. The babyish looking adult ones are usually what I’m the most attracted to. If they’re like depends and they don’t fit right, the fantasy begins to feel like old people. I like when they fit how they would on a baby but are obviously bigger to accommodate an adult frame.

So..I have OCD and most likely slight aspergers.

But I also am not really attracted to regular sex no matter how hard I’ve tried to be. Watching actual porn is still weird and kind of uncomfortable to me. I actually enjoy just looking at naked woman more. But doing that alone hasn’t worked the same way for me. And I have given it plenty of shots but no matter how much I try to be attracted by it, it can be very hard to get an erection until those other thoughts come in. I hate it and begin to hate myself because of it.

The thing with diapers is I know a lot of people associate them with obviously using the bathroom. Some people call them a wearable waste bucket but somewhere along the way my brain got wired different. I found them pleasurable instead of disgusting. I guess it’s something about the bulkiness. Shitting in them I find revolting and I really wouldn’t even want to touch someone else’s urine.

Soon the fantasies started to involve myself and I imagined being humiliated and having to experience a diaper change. What it would be like…and most likely I probably would hate it in real life outside of a very private setting. But more and more I wanted to actually try them. I kept getting closer to the pharmacy aisle until I finally caved.

The few times I have actually tried them, I did try to urinate in them since if you piss yourself in the ocean it feels good due to the warmth. But it didn’t really work because the ones I bought leaked to easily. But before even trying that I simulated the effect by just pouring warm water down them. This was alright but never was I more attracted to them then in the process of putting it on. Also I hated the way I looked in the mirror with it on. I threw them all out very shortly after.

Baby powder itself almost does for me as much as the word diaper does. The smell and the feeling of that hitting you is a major turn on for me because of the association. The other things that do it are baby oil, pacifiers, baby bottles, being bathed, and breast feeding (but not just watching it). I haven’t even tried to use a bottle or anything and real pacifiers are uncomfortable. So there’s the ABDL side of it.

But where things get even weirder for me is I don’t really enjoy it when adults act like babies. As soon as a model starts to talk like a baby in a video, I’ll turn down the volume. Same with models playing with dolls, being fed, etc. I understand the return to innocence but that’s not really what I find attractive about all of it. It’s probably the helplessness of the situation that I like.

I think that’s a horrible thing to be attracted to and I wrestle with myself a lot over and over again. I think it would be a lot better to be attracted to willing regression rather then forced. I just think it’s wrong and I wish I could change it.

The thing is now through 20 years my OCD has latched onto this fetish and anything sexual with women I immediately associate with all of this. I can’t just get turned on by a woman’s body alone even though I find her incredibly attractive. I have horrible anxiety and have a hard time keeping an erection unless it’s a for sure thing that’s been proven to work.

And that’s when I start to over think things. I don’t even try to start relationships because I know sex is eventually going to be what she wants. And I’m not going to be able to deliver. I mean I could but I would have to take Viagra or something at 29 years old. It just makes me sad that I can’t be like other people. I don’t want her to know that her body alone wouldn’t do it for me. That I need some degrading objects thrown into play. It just makes me not want to even put anyone through that. What woman honestly deserves that? She could find someone better.

I have an OCD problem with masturbation too. I haven’t had many sexual relationships through the years so it’s always really just been that and my floods of women in diapers & stories via the internet. At times I would used to try to imagine the most beautiful woman I could think of. I would just fantasize about sex only. But like when I was younger, I can’t imagine how it would be like so it would not work the same way as diaper fantasies would. So I told myself that when I was put in the situation for real it wouldn’t work out so well either.

Unlike other guys in there 20s I wasn’t worried about meeting girls in the clubs & bars. I was there a lot but I never really tried. Even if a girl was able to get past how skinny I was, my bad anxiety and sexual inexperience…she’d still have the whopper of an issue to overcome which is my diaper fetish. I didn’t want to put anyone through it.

A few years later, someone was willing to overlook my initial faults and give me a chance. I had never told anyone about my fetish. Even while being at my most open it has remained in a locked box. I thought for a while I would take it to my grave but I’m not so sure now. She was beautiful but the problem that I thought all along did come. I drank a lot to try to deal with my anxiety but all the alcohol in the world couldn’t allow me to perform properly for her. My anti anxiety medicines decided to also take that night off.

This was the first real relationship I’d had in years and I finally had the chance to experience what other guys got to. And I failed. I felt horrible. I felt horrible for her. I wonder what she was thinking about herself because of me…because of my awful stupid fetish.

We talked, she said it wasn’t a big deal and our relationship eventually went on and we tried again and I was able to sort of give her what she wanted but it didn’t last. Anxiety won round 2 again. This was so unusual for me because in my lifetime it has never been hard to get sexually excited. She tried to put the condom on and things just weren’t working like they usually do for me. So I tried giving her what I could which was oral. Once again I was inexperienced at relationships so who know if I was doing anything right but she seemed to enjoy it. And I was happy I made her happy but it wasn’t turning me on.

After this we never really tried much again even though we moved in to an apartment together which was a big mistake. Things began to get rough and it was most likely over us not having sex. I wrote her a letter explaining my past (not all of this) and that I was a virgin. Shortly after, shaking I finally told her about my fetish which I had never told anyone in my life. I once again felt horrible because just saying it gave me an erection right then and there. I explained that I don’t know why things were that way but I couldn’t change them even though I had tried to in the past. I just wanted her to know that it wasn’t anything she did. I wanted so badly to give her what she wanted and to be excited alone by her body.

She said it was okay and that she had a fetish too but just not that one. She said she would never try mine because she wouldn’t feel attractive in a diaper. I understood. She asked me that when we tried to have sex to just fantasize about it and see if that would work. Our relationship got better for a few weeks after this.

But unfortunately her suggestion didn’t work. Anxiety won again. One night I tried one last ditch effort and asked if she would let me involve diapers just so I could get an erection. Like my anti anxiety medicine it was my magic pill. I think I told her that maybe if I knew what sex would feel like then I would be able to get excited by just it and that would be enough.

I probably pushed it too far here and asked if she would diaper me because all those years of imagining were close to happening. She hesitantly said yes and I rushed to the drug store, excited that I was going to be able to experience one of my fantasies and would also be able to have real sex. I bought diapers, baby powder, baby oil and rushed back.

I left everything in my car and came inside to our room. She was asleep with a vibrator next to her on the bed. I closed the door silently and lay on the couch. It really hurt and I haven’t forgotten that night. But I don’t blame her.

That was pretty much the end of our relationship. We lived together but she began seeing other people and I just stayed in the apartment alone until I moved out.

I knew what brought everything down was my inability to give her what she wanted. All those things I had feared years ago happened like I thought and I haven’t had a serious relationship since. I haven’t even tried for years. I also have never mentioned the diaper fetish again not even to a therapist. This is the first time I’m even speaking about it and only because it’s anonymously.

I continued to look at all the stuff but never bought diapers again. But nowadays just the word Pampers alone is enough to start the obsessive thinking. I have thought about paying an escort that is accepting of fetishes to maybe indulge in my fantasy to see if I’d really like it as much as I think I would. Maybe I wouldn’t and I could move on but I doubt it. As time has gone on I’ve wanted to try being diapered by a woman who I was attracted to but would never tell. I still don’t like reading male stories where this happens though.

Relationship wise I understand the females POV. How can she see her boyfriend who is supposed to be her protector dressed in something a baby would wear? If she saw that would she ever be able to see him as anything else again. It seems destined for failure.

So I began trying to find what the public thought about all this. Was a real relationship even possible? I searched terms like diaper fetish common, diaper fetish normal, woman attracted to baby powder, etc. I didn’t really like the answers I found from the general public.

People say not to care what others think, but I do. I see a lot of people who say that it is one of the most common fetishes to have. But I haven’t read anyone who thinks a diaper fetish is attractive because it would be humiliating to a woman. I think it’s so wrong. I’m not a violent person. I’ve never even been in a fight and don’t get angry often. I wish that Goosebumps book didn’t cause this line of thinking.

The other things I read from other sites began to get nastier especially two sites that I read recently. Someone wrote in for advice for her husband who liked to engage in ABDL play but was beginning to neglect vanilla sex. This was probably because it didn’t turn him on anymore. What the columnist told her really hurt to read and actually had me depressed for a long time today because it sounds true.

He told her “The world is crawling—literally crawling—with adult babies who are alone and single and miserable and always will be. While the internet has made it possible for adult babies to find each other, a shared interest in nappies and nurseries doesn't guarantee compatibility. Plus, female adult babies are scarcer than folks who can read "my husband whines and cries and pretends to be a baby during sex" without hurling.” – (okay the last line of that is going too far for me too)

It hit home because of my past and this guys problem. He was way more into the ABDL lifestyle then I am and probably ever will be but still what if that columnist is right? Does having this fetish mean that you are destined to die alone and miserable? Will it ever work?

I read on another forum about a woman whose boyfriend liked to engage in ABDL and all commenter’s who responded told her to Run Run Run!, including the therapist who owned the forum who said that these people will never change.

It’s really hard stuff to read. And I’ve seen it from a lot of different places too. I don’t want to find someone just to engage this diaper fetish. I just want to have someone who I’m attracted to that likes to do stuff with and spend company but I feel like I can’t be normal like other guys. Having sex scares me because I’m afraid it will all fall apart there.

And at the same time I don’t understand how this is any worse than some of the other more common fetishes out there. I wouldn’t mind the BDSM stuff but that seems way more hardcore then an undergarment of clothing. All this is to me is a costume compared to that. And as far as a fake diaper change..it isn’t like being gang raped or ejaculating in a girls face. I guess I think that’s more degrading.

I don’t always understand and wish it could be more accepted like foot fetishes. I know why it’s not because people associate diapers with babies (pedophiles, etc) and using the bathroom. But what if you weren’t using them for that? Wouldn’t it otherwise just be putting on an article of clothing for someone? It’s just the vulnerability. In real life if I did it to a girl I would not want her not to like it. She would have to be comfortable with it, or I wouldn’t do it.

I don’t know what anyone is supposed to say to me who read through this if they even did. I’m weird, perverted..I just want to know if there was anyone with any advice who has been through this. Do things get better? I imagine I should go talk to another counselor. Maybe I was just looking for some hope and wanted to finally get this off my chest.

Thank you for reading

I would personally steer well clear of what the public thinks of anything. It's very hard to get a sensible idea of what the majority think. Because online there's a self selecting bias. And a tendency for people to express extreme opinions. When if it actually came down to it. They're more easy going than they think. I mean. The General Public in some places disapproves of interracial / same sex / poly relationships. Does that mean all those are doomed to failure? Absolutely not.

I follow an advice columnist called Dan Savage. [Savage Love.] And he has this great concept of being GGG in sex. Good, giving and game. That is "one should strive to be Good in bed, Giving "equal time and equal pleasure" to one's partner, and Game "for anything—within reason."" If someone is utterly turned off by any sort of diaper play. Then they're not a good fit for you. But if they're neutral on the subject. Which I would guess is the majority position. Then it's entirely possible to negotiate some play within your relationship. And the flip side of that is that you also get involved in their particular fetish or desire. Again, as long as it's "within reason." I define that as personal comfort levels. NOT what the troll under the bridge thinks. It's no business of society's what I do as a private, consenting adult.

I actually think your diaper fetish might be easier to accomodate for non-DLers. Writing as a non. I can more easily understand the idea of humiliation. And how that can be sexualised. Than full regression. Which I understand theoretically. But might be less comfortable with personally. So don't abandon the idea of finding a strong, loving relationship. It's harder to do with a fetish but not rare or uncommon.

You make a lot of assumptions about what other people are thinking. Both in terms of the public. And also prospective partners. I don't think all of what you say there is true. "How can she see her boyfriend who is supposed to be her protector dressed in something a baby would wear?" First, most women are able to protect themselves. I know that's the old "caveman" wiring. But it's less of a factor these days. Where other traits are more strongly related to having a healthy relationship. And then in practice. Perhaps she might be turned on by that secret. Knowing another side to the straightforward exterior shown to the public. It's no difference to the fear some people have around cross dressing in private. Some women may think less of a man for appearing in non typical apparel. But I don't think those would be good long term relationship prospects in the first place.

"It seems destined for failure." That seems to me over generalising. Some people have difficulties in relationships. Even the most vanilla ones. But this isn't a science. It's OK for you to be in a happy relationship. Which includes some diaper play. And some other kinds of sex that rings your partner's bell. It's doable. As you say, you want a relationship. Not just sex. Which is a big aspect making this easier. Since you're much more likely to find a woman who wants the same. Than something short term.

In terms of introducing the fetish. I think you did it almost right last time. All this is just my opinions. No expert here! I think perhaps if it had come up before you were living together. That would have been better in terms of putting less pressure on both of you. Not on the first date. But when you're comfortable together and clearly thinking about moving to a sexual relationship. Yes some women will freak out at that point. That just is what it is. Not all will. Some will be curious. Many will be more interested in you than the fetish. Which is the best option really. Then introducing it just a little. And seeing what response you get. And also taking an interest in her fetishes. Giving that some time to settle in. Then talking about some more specific stuff. Don't see first sex as an opportunity to meet all your fantasies in one go. Start small. With any luck, you will have a long time together to explore lots of variations.

Oh, and keep the alcohol consumption low if you want to have sex. It can really knock a libido out. Even though it seems to be revving the engines.

Memorex80, you are right! It's an interesting story, and I found many points I would like to comment on. I don't have much time at the moment, so I'll try to return to add more thoughts as they come to me.

First of all, it is vitally important for you drop your judgements about your sexuality. At one point you call yourself a "pervert". You aren't a pervert. No one, really, is a pervert. What you are is sexual, like nearly all of us. Your sexual activities involve fantasies about wearing diapers. They lie somewhere along the continuum between common sexual activities and uncommon sexual activities. And I don't think you're diaper fantasies are anywhere close to being the most uncommon of fantasies.

That continuum of sexual activity? Nothing along that continuum is inherently good or bad, perverse or angelic. I hate to use the analogy that guns don't kill people, people kill people, because it doesn't address the important question, which is peoples' access to guns. Nevertheless, here goes: fetishes don't harm people, people harm people. The important question is how people use fetishes: if anyone is harmed that's a problem. But you are harming no one. Especially, you aren't harming or insulting a woman if she learns you have a fetish for wearing diapers. All you have done is explain your world to her. If she chooses to scorn you, that's her problem, not yours.

Here's my situation, the origins of which resonate with yours. My parents loved me, but in ways that confused me. My mother loved me unconditionally, as long as I was good, which meant that I couldn't be sexual until I was married. My father loved me, I guess, as long as I agreed with him and emulated him. He also treated me somewhat like he might have treated a purebred-but-not-too-bright collie dog, and also assumed that I would not have sex until I was married.

My downfall came in stages, first seeing a soft-porn calendar image in a sherriff's office (on a business trip there with my dad) which featured an attractive young woman whose pink panties had fallen to her ankles while she was climbing onto a bus, much to the delight o I was only 10 or 11 years old, but from that moment I fantasized about wearing loose, pink panties.

In quick succession came fantasizing about pooping in panties. A discovery of used menstrual pads led to a wearing pads — new ones, not used — to pee in. (Oddly, although my first experience with menstrual pads was with used ones, used ones don't turn me on at all.) Another incident that changed my future to a huge degree was a discussion with my grandmother who told me that women in olden times used to pee by spreading their legs in some convenient place and...peeing. She neglected to mention that panties hadn't been invented, so I assumed they were wetting their panties. Sounded good to me! There were a number of other incidents and circumstances when I was young that reinforced these fetishes and led to a couple of others.

Ever since then, I have been a confirmed fetishist with some of the least common of fetishes, exactly those you're not interested in, all of which would get me labelled a pervert by 95% of society.

I have lived most of my long life as a closeted fetishist. A few years ago, because the U.S. government determined that my PTSD is a result of combat in Vietnam, I have been seeing psychologists at government expense. On one of those visits, the conversation around to my sexuality, and I told the psychologist about some of my early experiences. "I'm surprised that you didn't develop pee and poop fetishes," she said. After a short pause, I said, "Well, I did." That meeting led to some profound changes in my attitudes about myself and increased knowledge about fetishes. Within a few weeks I had decided to tell all to my wife, who was not freaked out by finding out about her "real" husband. She understands that my fetishes are not things that I do so much as things that I am. And I have learned and had confirmed from several sources that fetishes are hard-wired into our personalities and our neurochemistry and can only be managed, not "cured".

I'll stop now and see how my response sits with you. There are lots of other things I could say which might be helpful.

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Based on the people I've spoken with over the years who have humiliation fetishes like yours one of the common themes is that they had this tendency toward feeling anxiety that you mentioned you have. What probably happened is that you were anxious as a child and feared being humiliated and therefore when you read that story you were totally shocked that such an extreme humiliation like being treated like a child in diapers was even possible. Emotional shock like that can easily become sexualized by a child and that's what I think happened in your case. It is interesting though that your arousal to this is exclusive, that this is really the only sexual thing that turns you on in a powerful way. You could try to re-condition yourself to find normal sex attractive but you'd have to work hard to avoid seeing or thinking of the triggers that bring about your arousal to the fetish.

Thank you so much to everyone who replied. I kind of thought no one would because it's nearly novel of reading. I checked this a day later and saw no one had and sort of forgot about it. I decided to check it today and your responses mean a lot of me.

Ada wrote:I follow an advice columnist called Dan Savage. [Savage Love.] And he has this great concept of being GGG in sex. Good, giving and game. That is "one should strive to be Good in bed, Giving "equal time and equal pleasure" to one's partner, and Game "for anything—within reason."" If someone is utterly turned off by any sort of diaper play. Then they're not a good fit for you. But if they're neutral on the subject. Which I would guess is the majority position. Then it's entirely possible to negotiate some play within your relationship. And the flip side of that is that you also get involved in their particular fetish or desire. Again, as long as it's "within reason." I define that as personal comfort levels. NOT what the troll under the bridge thinks. It's no business of society's what I do as a private, consenting adult.

I actually think your diaper fetish might be easier to accomodate for non-DLers. Writing as a non. I can more easily understand the idea of humiliation. And how that can be sexualised. Than full regression. Which I understand theoretically. But might be less comfortable with personally. So don't abandon the idea of finding a strong, loving relationship. It's harder to do with a fetish but not rare or uncommon.

Dan Savages column is actually where I saw the "crawling and miserable" quote that made me really upset when I read it above. The woman wrote in and her husband could not engage in vanilla sex anymore. He had to keep involving the fetish and that's what his reply was if he could not accommodate her.

That makes me slightly more comfortable to read but do you really think it would be? I just don't understand how a woman would want to degrade themselves for someone else like that. The reason I like it to be more "babyish" diapers is it obviously adds to the humiliation because of the forced regression. Just like calling diapers Pampers instead. It's the stigma attached to the word. In the stories I read I actually like it a lot more when it is another woman who is humiliating the girl.

But I don't like to see girls cry. I see some models obviously fake cry in the videos I've watched and start to feel disgusted with myself that I'm so turned on by the act that is causing her to cry. Because if it was real life the crying would probably be real if these were more then fantasies. I like it in stories when her "cheeks burned with shame", "covered her eyes". I love the teasing aspect of it as long as it's a fantasy situation and a controlled environment.

It's just depressing to me that I can't be like a lot of other guys. Obviously I have severe confidence issues. I have a hard time socializing without alcohol. I want to be normal or whatever normal is. I don't feel like I have anywhere near as much experience as other guys my age and don't know what woman would really want that. I also believe my standards are too high but have a hard time changing them. I think that if I had felt the same way as other guys about sex that I do about being diapered that I would have tried harder to put myself out there more for all these years. Like everyone else wants something different then I want (and really I don't just want that).. I feel like the urge for sex would have made the situation more worth the chance of getting shot down. Instead all I have to do is turn on the computer. I don't have to ever ask someone if they would be willing to do a completely weird thing that most would reject.

Since I did live through actually telling my last girlfriend about all of this, I have major trust issues telling anyone again because of how it played out. I was so afraid of telling her and when I finally did it ended everything making me feel pretty horrible. I replay that night in my head a lot and beat myself up. So now I kind of feel like that would just happen again if I were to really like another girl.

I still worry that she told her friends and they could have been life "WTF? Wow diapers really? Be glad you got out when you did." As much as I find this humiliation arousing in fantasies I would not want anyone to find out about this in real life. It would probably destroy me.

Ada wrote: "How can she see her boyfriend who is supposed to be her protector dressed in something a baby would wear?" First, most women are able to protect themselves. I know that's the old "caveman" wiring. But it's less of a factor these days. Where other traits are more strongly related to having a healthy relationship. And then in practice. Perhaps she might be turned on by that secret.

That's what I read certain a woman's post were though so I've kind of rationalized it that way. One girl said that if she ever saw her boyfriend like that, that she would never be able to look at him the same way again. And it would be the end. I've always thought most girls want a family and real babies. They don't want a man who in order to get aroused has these secret weird desires. I always thought woman want a man who is confident and strong..and I guess this is the opposite of that. But your right cross dressing is similar in that aspect.

That's why I used alcohol though. My anxiety was so high that it was the only thing that would make me calm. Even on top of anti anxiety medications it didn't work. My heart was still racing when it came time to perform and anxiety won every round.

Myotherlife wrote:My downfall came in stages, first seeing a soft-porn calendar image in a sherriff's office (on a business trip there with my dad) which featured an attractive young woman whose pink panties had fallen to her ankles while she was climbing onto a bus, much to the delight o I was only 10 or 11 years old, but from that moment I fantasized about wearing loose, pink panties.

It's amazing what something so small can develop into in a childs mind. The pads thing really isn't so much different from diapers actually. I'm glad that your wife was accepting of you and thanks for your story and advice.

WayneS27 wrote:Based on the people I've spoken with over the years who have humiliation fetishes like yours one of the common themes is that they had this tendency toward feeling anxiety that you mentioned you have. What probably happened is that you were anxious as a child and feared being humiliated and therefore when you read that story you were totally shocked that such an extreme humiliation like being treated like a child in diapers was even possible. Emotional shock like that can easily become sexualized by a child and that's what I think happened in your case. It is interesting though that your arousal to this is exclusive, that this is really the only sexual thing that turns you on in a powerful way. You could try to re-condition yourself to find normal sex attractive but you'd have to work hard to avoid seeing or thinking of the triggers that bring about your arousal to the fetish.

Really I had never heard that? Yes I have really strong anxiety and am prescribed medications for it. You're very right in that's how it could have happened. That's where my brain started to rewire itself wrong and attributed emotional shock to sexual desire instead. Once again thanks R.L. Stine..

My arousal isn't just to this if I really wanted to try but this is by far the main one. I think it could be my Aspergers like traits where I focus on one thing. But for instance if I imagined a woman was treated like a dog and forced to crawl around naked on a leash..it probably would do something but being locked in a cage wouldn't. I just don't like all of this about myself.

I've never really explored the BDSM community in full but notice its appearance is more mainstream and do find a gril being bound attractive. But nothing does it like forced diapering out of regular panties for me. The more adult and sexier the girl originally looked, the more attracting it is due to the cut down in stature, appearance. Once again I don't like this about myself..in fact I hate it.

And yes I've tried to re condition myself. The closest I got was imagining anal and usually in the fantasy it was unwanted by the girl. If I really go for a while without masturbating it gets better but those thoughts are still there. The longest I have gone is a month and then it always comes right back.

Lately I've only been able to go a few days and it is still on my mind. My OCD has planted a bullseye on diapers. Since I grew up humping the bed, just laying in bed on my stomach is a trigger. The words of all these stories start playing in my head over and over again. If it's not from a story, my mind will make up different situations were I would be humiliated, teased, or actually physically regressed and diapered by girls I find attractive or it happening to them. It's non stop and I wish it would level off. There doesn't even have to be a trigger, I have way too many memories from those stories and videos where I can play out the situation in my head anytime. And it will get to the point of full stimulation but I won't ejaculate so I'll just keep getting an erection each time another thought starts. Which will be pretty consistent laying in bed. I don't think it's good for my body.

I struggle with derealiztion at times and the age regression stories can mess with my head even though I like them. It's all magic, witches, etc but it's not real. I read them because it's the Cuckoo Clock Of Doom all over again but a lot more descriptive. I don't think they are good for me either.

I've been having trouble urinating for the past year and believe it could be caused by over masturbation from the past. I think my prostate has gotten weaker but am not sure so I try to limit how much I indulge myself...but after a few days I always end up giving in.

Anyone have any advice on how to stop obsessing about a fetish without medication? A trigger is as easy as a pampers ad or walking in Wal Mart for me or a diaper changing station in a bathroom. Any pictures of pretty woman. It's hard to stop.

I hope I can get a handle of it and really do appreciate all the comments and advice. I wish I could be hypnotized into stop liking this stuff. I think my life would benefit greatly because of it.

Once again thank you for reading.

Memorex80 said, "I've been having trouble urinating for the past year and believe it could be caused by over masturbation from the past. I think my prostate has gotten weaker but am not sure…."

I think I'm safe in saying that your prostate has not gotten "weaker". The prostate does not control urination, but only supplies seminal fluid to transport sperm. You probably have benign prostatic hypertrophy — in other words, your prostate is swollen, which can restrict the flow of urine in the urethra. It's a common problem, usually a result of aging. Or, you might have a prostate infection, which is also common, and quite hard to get rid of because the prostate doesn't have a lot of blood flowing through it. In any event, you should get it checked by a urologist. (I'm speaking from decades of prostate trouble; I had prostate surgery when I was in my 30s, and at the time I was youngest surgical patient my urologist had ever had. And I can pee like a racehorse, preferably in my pants! (Blush!)

I'm afraid that I don't have any great advice about how to stop obsessing about fetishes. The only time I've been able to slow down my own fetish activity is when I've been on anti-depressants, which work in this regard because they decrease libido. But I don't actually want to be rid of my fetishes. They have become a daily soporific for me, and in recent years I've been able to accept them as a normal part of who I am, in large part because I now understand that it just doesn't matter what other people might think about my sexuality. There actually is no "normal" when it comes to sex. They say that the last frontier is the deep ocean, or the far reaches of outer space, but I think we daily face a frontier that is wilder than the wildest "Wild West," and that is human sexuality. The only reason that you know anything about my fetishes, and I know about yours, is that we chose to reveal them in this forum. Otherwise, in our daily lives, we know virtually nothing about the sexual behaviours of other people, even those we think we know well.

When I first revealed my fetishes to a psychologist, the first time I had ever told anyone about them, including my wife, she basically said, "Well, that gives us something to talk about!". Not that we didn't already have a lot to talk about, considering my combat-related PTSD, a legacy from the Vietnam War, and my lousy self-esteem. And she gave me a hug when I left that day, after assuring me that there is nothing abnormal about fetishes. And I saw another psychologist as well, an actual sexologist. After I told her about my desire to wet myself and soil myself in public, she said, "Do it! Even if someone realizes what you've done, they'll just think it was an unfortunate accident. There are lots of worse thing you could be doing, and what you do doesn't harm anyone else." (My wife, incidentally, now knows about my fetishes, and is more than willing to accept me, and my fetishes, perhaps in part because she herself has some sexual "issues". In fact, although we have a very satisfactory sex life, we haven't had intercourse for several years, and make do with sex that doesn't involve penetration. Sex is a very complex business, and no one should feel that they have to be "normal" when it comes to sexual relationships with other people or with themselves, because we just don't know what "normal" is.

Rather than look for ways to diminish your need for fetishes, it could be worthwhile for you to work on the idea that you are not abnormal, and that what society supposedly thinks about "abnormal" sexual behaviour is not at all what society actually does behind closed doors, or that people may well be walking walking down the street, like me, with more than just their genitals in their underwear! If you aren't hurting anyone else, then how could you be hurting you? I think it's time that you give yourself a break, just like you are probably willing to give other people — all of whom are imperfect — a break.

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