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hoimi

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    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Furry
    Humiliation
    Public humiliation

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  1. I feel like it started early for me. I don't recall my age, but I remember being taken to a distant relative's house. They had two young children. We had just met, when the little girl, who was maybe around 5 or so, wet herself while sitting on the stoop. She had made no motion to rush to the toilet, as I felt I had to to avoid accidents. She just peed, as though it were nothing. This seemed odd to me. My parents had made it clear that it was not okay to wet yourself, unless it was a true accident - and you had made an effort to stop it. A short while after, when I was in first grade, David wet himself in class. The sound had drawn my attention and I remember being mesmerised by the stream of liquid gold that splashed onto the floor. This incident had made me truly curious. I went home, stood in front of the television, and purposely wet my jeans. The feeling was so exciting, but also there was comfort in the warmth as it flowed downward, soaking the thick denim. There was also a fear that I would be found out. Afterwards, once the pungent tang of urine filled my nostrils, and the fear intensified that now my 'accident' could have been sniffed out, I removed the sticky, wet jeans, and hid them in the laundry pile. My mother never asked me about it. When I was 10, I was assaulted. During the incident, I wet myself in fear. Immediately afterward, I climbed into the shower, in my sopping clothes, turned on the water, and sobbed. I also began wetting the bed at night. This moment in my life was traumatic. I did my best to hide my shameful bedwetting and my parents never asked about it. Due to this time, especially being at the age when sexuality begins to bud in children, shame and fear left me conflicted and repressed. I had trouble having 'vanilla' sexual thoughts, but I found myself daydreaming quite a bit about girls in my class, a few teachers, and actresses having accidents - and me there to comfort them. This somehow brought them down to my level, and off the pedestal that I had elevated them to in my mind. However, it made actual interaction with human women people tough. There may be handwritten fanfiction involving wetting that I wrote in a folder, in a trunk, in a lockbox, in a safe, in a non-disclosed location. For years, I was terrified of having an accident in public, and wore pads to catch any leaks. I remember my OAB making itself more known when I was in college. I had more issues with urgency, used the toilet whenever I could, and did my best to hide the sudden burning shame when I leaked. I have a mix of OAB and stress IC, and there were some close calls and some sodden pads. When the stress got worse, my OAB got worse. During the end of my first year in a two year programme in college, my PTSD became an issue - and I found myself out of my programme, out of my house, and crammed into a side room of the flat that the sister of an old friend rented. I was working a job I hated and incredibly depressed. One day, after a shit shift, I walked into the tiny shower stall in my room, fully clothed sans shoes, and purposely pissed in my fucking pants. The hot, pungent liquid flowed out of me, warming my thick work pants, and bled away the stress that was killing me. It was so wonderful. It wasn't sexual, per se. There was something about taking back the control that I fought so hard to keep, to let down the barrier and relax. I think I cried. From that moment, I started indulging in intentional pants wetting. When the stress was burning me alive, I put out the flames by pissing on them. I purchased a plain brown cardboard box of belted protective undergarments. I began experimenting with wearing diapers, and learned the bliss of a controlled, totally hidden wetting into a diaper. One night, I drank a Guinness. I don't normally drink. Tipsy and daring, I tried messing. I fucking hated it. I freaked out so badly over it, I tossed the box of diapers into the dumpster, and drove for two hours straight to get my mind off of the feeling. I swore off diapers, wetting, messing, anything... It took a few more years, and deeper exploration to return to wetting. Now that my OAB is screaming at me, day and night, wetting comes easier. I think after soaking myself in my car on the way home from work - and my husband being really cool about my accident - I got back into the whole fetish thing. He knows what I like. It's not his jam, but he is cool with me doing it. He's one of the good ones. It is part of who I am. There are some dark bits, but honestly, taking back the control and wetting on purpose seems all the sweeter.
  2. I do Amazon for my Abena Air Premium L4 that I wear at night. They ship super discrete in Amazon boxes! I've done NorthShore, and though you should try to ask for samples, they tend to be expensive. Also discrete and quick shipping. What country are you in? This could make a big difference.
  3. I'm sorry that you had an accident and that your mom was so uncool about it. I feel bad for the people who just can't help having an accident and are being seen by thousands of spectators. It's one thing to do it for people who are into it, but I'd bet there are loads of crass assholes who mock the unfortunate people...
  4. Angry Sosha is Scary Sosha! I'm glad she's okay, though!
  5. Wet or Dry? Crinkly or quiet? Bulky or discrete?
  6. Hell, I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I was the only one in much of what I do. It was lonely. @noobishlord Shame has made me feel alone in what I do. When you only have tunnel vision, you can’t see the billions of others in the world.
  7. I'm not really the one to give personal experiences, but have you tried multiple holds? Something that really strains the bladder.
  8. Could you elaborate? I don’t remember much about what badminton is, but if it involved you wetting on the court, I am interested. If you’d care to say. I understand if not.
  9. Married to a guy Bi-Woman into female Omo here. High five!
  10. hoimi

    AB or DL?

    Are you an Adult Baby or a Diaper Lover? If you are AB, what age are you? I am a DL, though if I had to pick an age, it'd be 9 or 10.
  11. As long as things are consensual or private, we deserve our fetishes. If she's been making fun of you, that's not cool. That's a violation of who you are. Consider finding someone who is more accepting. (Easier said than done, but it's not healthy.)
  12. In First Grade, I saw a boy in my class wet himself. I was so curious, I came home and pissed my jeans on purpose. It was magical. I was assaulted and wet myself in fear during. Fear wetting has an odd connection to my fetish. I also wet the bed after the attack, and I feel both shame and arousal from it. I've had issues with OAB and bedwetting for a while. I am padded out of medical need day and night.
  13. Your story was very relatable and I enjoyed it. More please!
  14. Dang, mister! Looks like today was a good day (other than the laundry). I love that we have a fetish in which our bladder refills and our clothes can be washed.
  15. I will often be too shy to ask until I am leaking. On road trips, I am always padded because I know that I won't do well between rest stops. The padding ensures that I can stay dry even if I leak. Sometimes I think I leak from the anxiety of knowing that a restroom is another 70 miles away. With my OAB, I will have to ask more often. Sometimes I go from 0 to 60 in less than ten minutes, and if I am only wearing a pad and not a pull-up, I've had severe leaks that have wet my seat. I was actually doing better for a while and was able to get by with just a pad, but after a few more serious soakings, I'm back to pull-ups again.
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