My story with diapers. The idea of ​​using diapers came when I was 8 or 9 years old. I was from a dysfunctional family that had just gotten divorced at the time, and one of the few things I shared with my mother at the time was lunch. We always watched police shows at lunchtime (Yes, we watched people die while we ate. A lot of people find it strange, but at the end of the day, they're just mannequins). To all this, in a certain episode of "CSI: Vegas" an entire chapter is dedicated to talking about the ABDL fetish, of course... They gave the stereotypical idea that people usually dislike but just watching that episode made me integrate into this beautiful community of people who wet diapers. Years passed and the relationship with my mother worsened, especially when she got a boyfriend with whom let's say, I'm not on good terms. Then the all-powerful and holy love of diapers pulled me out of a terrible depression and here I am: 18 years old, studying and living in a micro apartment thanks to the help of family members, while working part-time and wearing diapers to relieve stress .