Has anyone ever told their mother about it?

[PadPhilosopher]

Yes, the anxiety for many of us is having someone discover our wearing diapers for enjoyment, or need. Both for me now.
As I've shared before, I had a lot of guilt about not sharing my ABDL desires when we got married in 1982, but I thought I was the only one in the world like this. When I finally told her, after learning I wasn't the only one by far, my life was flipped upside down and devastated for years.
The few times I have dated since 2000, after a few dates I do my best to explain my diaper wearing for incontinence, but also how I wore before to help deal with my early childhood trauma of early surgeries and bullying. It's only been three women, two remained just friends but the relationship didn't go beyond that. A lady I'm dating now knows about both aspects of why I wear diapers. If we start seriously discussing marriage again we will do a Zoom session with a sex therapist named Kimberly Resnick Anderson, whom I heard on a two-part podcast dealing with ABDL. In December I had two sessions with her on my own to help me sort some things out, and it was very beneficial. I think it would be very helpful to do this with my girlfriend if we get close to marriage so she has a full understanding of what this means to me.
So yes, trying to mitigate the anxiety we have around all this can be a difficult thing to do.

I like that you're trying to be forthcoming and self-accepting. Your measured, planned approach should go very well. Many blessings!

 

[Angelapinks]

My mother sensed sooner than I did that I had an emotional dependency on wearing diapers. I had been a nightly bedwetter until my late teens when it finally stopped. In those days, all we had were cloth diapers my mother pinned on me and plastic pants. During my teens I also started playing with myself in my diapers usually when they were wet. By the time my bedwetting was over, diapers had become a transitional object to me, not that I or my mother knew anything about this at the time. When I finally stopped wetting my bed fully, I knew I missed wearing diapers and my mother asked me if I could now go without diapers. I told her I wasn't sure and she said I could wear diapers if I wanted. That seems to take some of the pressure off me, and I was able to not wear diapers anymore, until I came home from college for the holidays the first time. Maybe because of all the pressure from finals, or something, but I knew I wanted to try wearing diapers again just for a little while. I told her how I felt and she told me it was ok with her if I wanted to try wearing diapers again. She ended up stocking my dresser with my old cloth diapers and plastic pants so I could wear them if I choose to. I ended up wearing diapers most of the time I was home with my mother permission. She was always pretty understanding about things like that and encouraged me to be open with her, which I did. I've been a DL for as long as I can remember and have continued to wear diapers and use them long after leaving home and on my own.

Too bad most parents are not like that, maybe we would have fewer messed up people in this world.

 

[Ali123]

I always suspected my mother knew I liked being a bedwetter. She certainly knew I was making no effort to become dry at night.

Whatever your secret is, I suspect mothers always know.

When I first started wearing my little sister's knickers by choice i'd sometimes find a pair 'casually' left in my bedroom. I'm sure my mother knew I liked wearing them.

 

[Lyric]

Whatever your secret is, I suspect mothers always know.

When I first started wearing my little sister's knickers by choice i'd sometimes find a pair 'casually' left in my bedroom. I'm sure my mother knew I liked wearing them.

We spend nearly two decades living with our mothers. There is no way mothers don't know what their children are doing and going through. In most cases our mothers had their own unique experiences growing up that contributes to understanding their children.

 

[DiaperedJeff]

Oh wow! What did your wife say when your mother told her about your love of diapers?

My wife already knew I loved diapers and plastic pants.

 

[artemisenterri]

We spend nearly two decades living with our mothers. There is no way mothers don't know what their children are doing and going through. In most cases our mothers had their own unique experiences growing up that contributes to understanding their children.

I highly doubt my mother has the slightest clue about my interests with diapers or panties...

 

[LittleTyke]

We spend nearly two decades living with our mothers. There is no way mothers don't know what their children are doing and going through. In most cases our mothers had their own unique experiences growing up that contributes to understanding their children.

I was 40+ years old when I mentioned being bullied in school. It turned out that my mother never had any idea about this.

No, mothers don't always know everything.

 

[DivineMaestro]

At 22, I often think about involving my mother in the fact that I still wear diapers. I used to think about it a lot before, but it made sense to keep it to myself back then, thinking that I could do it more freely when I moved out. However, due to health and financial reasons, I have to live at home for a few more years. Since she doesn't work, she's always at home in our very small apartment, especially in the common areas. It's a lot of work and clothes to completely hide the diapers I wear, so if I leave the room, I have to take them off to make sure she doesn't notice. A year or two ago, she found store-bought diapers in my closet, thinking they had been there for a long time, but I suddenly decided to tell her they were mine. I told her it's private what they're for, and not to tell anyone, she respected that and never asked about it again. However, I would feel much more comfortable if I didn't have to worry about the diaper rustling being heard from my room. So, I'm wondering if anyone had the outcome of telling their mother, where afterward, at home, naturally covering everything with clothes, but obviously being able to carry a big package without fear of being seen, or making noise when walking? Did anyone experience such a silent, natural state at home?

I'm 27 and I told mine when I was 18, being the caring and wonderful person she is she actually embraced it to my absolute shock. Due to how close we are she tends to too involved to a point where her demeanor towards me became very uncomfortable. I ended up telling her that this was all just a "phase" and asked that we never speak about it again to this day it's never come up, however I'm a place in my life where I have begun to accept my DL side and needs and I live on my own, I'm not going to rush and tell her anything, but I'm also at a point where I'm starting to not care if she finds out.

Sorry kind of a lengthy response.

 

[RuffRuff]

I never wanted to say anything to anyone, because of the back lash that would happen of people's harsh feelings or being disgusted with me. The only one I have ever trusted with my love for diapers is my wife. She has been supportive over the years to me. It has not been all fairy tales. We have had our fights about diapers and stuff, and us going through the purge cycles. However, one day I went and told my mom. At the end of May, on the 31, will be 2 years since she died. I am a funeral director as my career choice (which I enjoy being one). As I was taking care of her, and getting things ready for her funeral. I was able to talk with her, and tell her my secret of diapers. I know it was just her body there, but it was very therapeutic for me. I felt comfort and love talking to her. A few days later, I had a dream of her coming to me with open arms saying that she loves me. When I woke up. I felt the same love again. My mom might not be here with me anymore, but I know now that she understands my love for diapers. I know that she still loves me as her son. We all tell our story. It just happens at different times for different reasons.

 

[Soggy247]

I never wanted to say anything to anyone, because of the back lash that would happen of people's harsh feelings or being disgusted with me. The only one I have ever trusted with my love for diapers is my wife. She has been supportive over the years to me. It has not been all fairy tales. We have had our fights about diapers and stuff, and us going through the purge cycles. However, one day I went and told my mom. At the end of May, on the 31, will be 2 years since she died. I am a funeral director as my career choice (which I enjoy being one). As I was taking care of her, and getting things ready for her funeral. I was able to talk with her, and tell her my secret of diapers. I know it was just her body there, but it was very therapeutic for me. I felt comfort and love talking to her. A few days later, I had a dream of her coming to me with open arms saying that she loves me. When I woke up. I felt the same love again. My mom might not be here with me anymore, but I know now that she understands my love for diapers. I know that she still loves me as her son. We all tell our story. It just happens at different times for different reasons.

Thats beautiful. I lost my mum 10 years ago. I know she loved me, despite my weird kinks.

 

[Newbaby110521]

I tried telling my mum and it didn’t end well she was convinced I needed professional psychiatric help despite the me telling her the psychiatrist I see yearly (as part of a MOT to see how my condition is progressing) says there is nothing wrong with it since then counsellors and therapists I’ve seen (for another reason) have also said that as long as it doesn’t negatively affect or completely consume my life there is also nothing wrong with it. Would I try telling her again? I’m not sure maybe on her deathbed if I get that chance like I did with my dad (although I didn’t have a name for what I was feeling at the time) or maybe not. But for the moment she’s happier not knowing as am I. The secrecy and lying is hard as we always had and still do have a close relationship but now I feel like there is this gap between us and although telling her might fill it I think it might just push us further apart. I mean I’d like to tell her and know she’d accept but I can’t risk it so I have to be content with only people online knowing.