Hi there. My name is Julie and I wanted to share my story with you. I hope you are able to post it. 😀
At the age of 15 I had a crush on this boy that was really into skateboarding, but my friend insisted he only liked skateboarder girls. Even though I had never stepped foot on a skateboard, I decided to try and impress him by riding one down a ramp at the skate park. Stupidly, I wasn’t wearing a helmet and I fell backwards as soon as I started and knocked myself out.
I woke up the next morning in the hospital and discovered I was wearing a diaper. The fall had given me a severe concussion and significant swelling of the brain. I basically had to relearn balance and I was temporarily incontinent. I was diagnosed with urge incontinence and prescribed physical therapy. For those that don’t know, urge incontinence is where you don’t feel the need to go to the bathroom until just before you lose control. By the time I felt the urge, it was too late to run to the bathroom.
For whatever reason, I found myself enjoying the diapers. They felt comfortable and gave me a sense of security. I also loved how they made me feel embarrassed when a nurse would come and change me.
While my incontinence was primarily urinary, it also affected my bowels to a much smaller degree. I would feel the urge to have a bowel movement and would need to use the toilet within a few minutes or have an accident. In my hospital room it wasn’t such a problem, because the bathroom was very close. However, one time during physical therapy, I felt the urge hit hard. I told my therapist I needed to go and he helped me to the bathroom. Halfway there, I was hit with a massive cramp and just squatted right there and filled the diaper.
It was so humiliating. My diaper was clearly visible through the gap in the hospital gown, so everyone in physical therapy saw me. It was also very loud and smelled horrible. I broke down crying and was helped back to my room so a nurse could clean me up. Of course, getting me back to my room required me sitting in the wheelchair and squishing in my own mess.
The incontinence went away after about three weeks. I was able to walk with a cane about the same time. It took about four months to recover enough of my balance to get back to normal. For whatever messed up reason in my head, I found myself wanting to go back to the hospital and be humiliated for wearing diapers again. It became my fantasy and my fetish. Today, I am 28 years old and I wear diapers often. My husband doesn’t understand it, but likes how well I treat him when he diapers me.
Perhaps a boring story, but wanted to share in hopes that you would publish it. Thank you so much. Love your site and the girls are all amazing! 😀