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Monday, January 17, 2011

in a funk

I've been in a funk lately. Not only have I had no real interest in wearing a diaper for a while now, but I have been in a general funk lately. I really haven't felt like myself in a while and I have no idea why. Thankfully I have overcome the binge and purge cycle with regards to my infantilism paraphernalia. Which brings up an interesting and much talked about topic, the binge and purge cycle. Why do we binge and purge? Why do we feel the need to throw everything away?

Sometimes it gets to a point where I just feel disgusted about the whole situation and I feel ashamed for enjoying a nice thick diaper. Sometimes the last thing I want to see is a diaper. I think it stems from caring so much about what others think of me. I get disgusted at myself for liking diapers because I think about what so and so would think of me if they saw me in a diaper. I have this problem with my wife sometimes. If you're an avid reader of my blog then you know that my wife supports my diaper wearing and has even worn herself for me, but I am still not fully comfortable with her seeing me in a diaper. She has told me many times that I have nothing to worry about but that doesn't help.

When I was younger I would get this feeling and end up throwing away my stash in disgust, like I'm sure many of you have. Eventually I got to a point where I didn't have to throw everything away, all I had to do was stuff everything deep down in the back of my closet where it was out of site and out of mind. I hope that someone reading this topic will find that metaphorical closet to stuff everything into until the feeling of disgust and shame pass. It will save you a bit of money in the long run.

2 comments:

  1. Yep! Know exactly what you mean. I have thrown away my stash more than once. And I try and hide my diaper under my pants when my wife comes home for lunch even though I know she can hear it.

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  2. @waynedl has she said anything about the diaper you are hiding from her?

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