Name: Brian Ages: 5, 6, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Current Age: 14 My name is Brian and I have been a DL for awhile. This is a true account about the part of my life involving diapers. It started when I was 4. I had just been potty trained and was wearing big boy underwear. I then moved to Australia (which is true, because my dad is in the military). I remember my first DL experience. My sister still wore diapers and I was helping her get in the bath. I took of her diaper and my parents put her in the tub. I then looked at her unused diaper and thought about it for a sec. For unknown reasons, I took the diaper when no one was looking put on in my bed. I remember how good it felt to wear the diaper, but I quickly took it off and put it in my sister's room when my parents were about done giving her a bath. For the next 2 years I didn't do anything with diapers. Then we moved back to the US and I was 6. I didn't do anything for another 2 years until we moved to Yorktown, VA. I was 8 and my younger female cousins came over for the weekend. One of them had a Baby Born and had bought some real baby diapers for it (since the baby born diapers were all used up). She accidentally threw away some of the unused baby diapers in my trash can. Around this time, I new I liked diapers and took the unused diapers and put them on during the night when everyone was asleep. Later that week, I accidentally left the diapers in the trash can and my mom saw them and asked whose are those. I said that my cousin (Erin) left them in the trash can. My mom emptied the trash can that week, diapers and all. For the next 4 years, I would try and construct my own makeshift diaper out of household supplies. I used towels, Swifter sheets, and even pee pee mats for dogs (I know it sounds strange, but it had a diaper-like texture on the outside and had a soft inside that absorbed the pee). Later in 2003, I discovered Deeker's website on the internet when I typed "diaper" on Google. I was happy to that there were many others just like me. I decided to tell my mom about my love for diapers. When I did one day, she didn't understand and was sad. She thought I was and average kid and didn't have insecurities. She later started to understand and accept the fact that diapers weren't bad. I later asked her if she could buy me some diapers at the store and she agreed to buy me some. I decided to have a change of heart and told her not to buy diapers for me and that I would get these thoughts out of my head (just to make her feel better). But of course, the thoughts didn't disappear because diapers were so natural to me. I later started reading articles on makeshift diapers and I had an idea.......... I took a white bulky towel, 3 white disposable trash bags with leg openings, and a pair of white/light blue boxers. I would fold the towel so that it fit between my legs and was long enough to cover my crotch and butt. I then put one trash bag and put it on over that. Next, I took the boxers and put it on over that (I rolled the leg openings on the boxers up so it resembled a diaper more). I then took another trash bag and put it on over the boxers/bag/towel. And to make sure you couldn't see the stripes on the boxers, I took the last trash bag and put it on and took all of the excess trash bag and folded it and tucked it in the waist/leg openings of the boxers. It was perfect I thought. It had the thickness and bulkiness of a cloth diaper but the trash bags made it feel like a disposable diaper while the elastic waist on the boxers kept the diaper from sagging. Every time my parents and sister left the house, it was diaper time. I couldn't put the diaper on at night, because the trash bags were way too crinkly and could wake somebody up. I later moved again, this time to O'Fallon, Illinois. I now had a basement room which was almost sound proof. I could wear my diapers anytime now and no one could hear! My mom in the meantime had done lots of research about people who liked diapers. She knew that it would take a shrink to get rid of the diaper thoughts. I admitted to her that I still had thoughts about diapers and sometimes tried to make one and agreed to see a shrink. The shrink was a nice lady who told that wearing diapers was okay and not strange at all. We mostly focused on trying to get rid of the thoughts, and I told her that I was improving, which I really wasn't. To date, I still wear my makeshift diaper (I'm wearing it as I type) and my mom thinks that my diaper thoughts have vanished. For some reason, I wet the bed recently even though I'm not a bedwetter for no apparent reason (I hope I start wetting more so I can wear diapers). I have written a letter and plan to give it to my mom and ask her if I can wear diapers. I know she will understand but all I can do is try. I'll update this as soon as I give her the letter and she responds.