Since I have already shared who I am and why I started ADICSC, I wanted to add a bit more background about how my journey began.
I was born in the mid 1980s and grew up on a small family farm. For as long as I can remember, I have had an interest in wearing diapers. It began around the age of six, though it might have started even earlier. I was the middle child with one older brother and one younger brother. Looking back, my wife and I think my connection to ABDL may have been influenced by the family dynamic I saw growing up. My father worked my older brother hard on the farm, while my younger brother, being the baby, seemed to have an easier and more cared for life. My parents were not harsh, but they were not especially nurturing either. Most days felt like we were being kept busy more than we were being truly cared for. There was not much warmth, and arguments were common among my parents.
Growing up in that kind of environment taught me to be quiet and independent. I often found comfort in small, private things that made me feel safe, and that sense of comfort stayed with me into adulthood. Over time I came to understand that this part of me was never about rebellion or fantasy. It was about finding calm and familiarity when the world felt uncertain.
I wanted to share this piece of my story because I know others may have grown up with similar feelings or questions. If any part of this sounds familiar, I hope it helps you see that there is nothing wrong with seeking comfort in your own way. That is what this community is for: to help each other understand, accept, and grow.
— Panda
I was born in the mid 1980s and grew up on a small family farm. For as long as I can remember, I have had an interest in wearing diapers. It began around the age of six, though it might have started even earlier. I was the middle child with one older brother and one younger brother. Looking back, my wife and I think my connection to ABDL may have been influenced by the family dynamic I saw growing up. My father worked my older brother hard on the farm, while my younger brother, being the baby, seemed to have an easier and more cared for life. My parents were not harsh, but they were not especially nurturing either. Most days felt like we were being kept busy more than we were being truly cared for. There was not much warmth, and arguments were common among my parents.
Growing up in that kind of environment taught me to be quiet and independent. I often found comfort in small, private things that made me feel safe, and that sense of comfort stayed with me into adulthood. Over time I came to understand that this part of me was never about rebellion or fantasy. It was about finding calm and familiarity when the world felt uncertain.
I wanted to share this piece of my story because I know others may have grown up with similar feelings or questions. If any part of this sounds familiar, I hope it helps you see that there is nothing wrong with seeking comfort in your own way. That is what this community is for: to help each other understand, accept, and grow.
— Panda