I'm not sure how or why, but I like them. I was 5 when I was forced out 
of my diapers and I guess that's what started it all. My mom and I 
secretly bought them for me without my father knowing. He was very 
suspicious. I was eventually ratted out until I was 8. My parents were 
then divorced and I had a baby brother. That is when the urge returned 
to me and I secretly stole some occasionally.

Suddenly, the urge became greater at age 10. I could no longer fit into 
the small Pampers by this time. I was unable to do anything for awhile 
until age 11 when I took my annual vacation to Disney World. I then 
thought to myself, "Hmm. I wonder if the general store in the resort 
would happen to have some diapers." Sure enough, I was right, however, 
they were small, but I could still fit into them. This is also about the 
time I started wearing them in public places (restaurant, movies, theme 
parks, etc.)

Then, at age 13, my parents were going on their weekly trip to get food. 
Now, 2 weeks before this, I had been monitoring street traffic, their 
time at the store, and distance to the nearest target, Wallgreen's, etc. 
Then I made my move. I took my bike and rode to target on a service road 
near a railroad track. It was a 2.4 mile ride and took about 15 minutes 
to ride (I had gained about 10 pounds the previous summer; I feel fat). 
I got there and was uneasy. I began to think over something I hadn't 
thought of before my ride. How would that look to people if a 13 year 
old boy started to walk out of target carrying a pack of Depends. I had 
to buy a propel to keep my mind from spazzing about my predicament. I 
swiftly put down money and ran for my backpack and bike, which I had 
parked behind the store where the 18 wheelers were. As I was beginning 
my return home, I had a phone call from my parents... I was freaking 
out, going AWOL, about to commit suicide, when my mother asked me, "Do 
you happen to know what kind of ink we need for the printer?" I was so 
relieved because I was still a 15 minute ride away.

I made a huge effort on my way back, but still taking 20 minutes to ride 
since I had to battle a hill. I was feeling good as I strolled into the 
driveway, not seeing my parents' car there. I quickly made a bolt toward 
the door and fled downstairs to my room. Fortunately I had the exact 
spot picked out where I was going to inconspicuously hide my stash. I 
had placed a silver lockbox (which was actually a Game Cube carrying 
case) and unloaded my stash in there and changed the 3-digit code. 
Mission Accomplished. At least that's the way I saw it.

At this current time, I was writing this true life event, I am wearing a 
diaper, now, just like I do everyday after school. One of my friends 
does know I do it and could rat me out at any time. Fortunately I had 
chosen a trustworthy friend to tell. He was even aware of my plan, of 
course, because I told him. I do recommend something to all people who 
feel that this obsession is "bad". Form your circle of acceptance and 
just... well accept yourself. It is okay. Tell who you want, when you 
want, if you ever want.