Most Embarrassing Event in a Diaper

Probably leaking at work. Fortunately my work clothes are dark blue, so it wasn't too obvious. 2 episodes of that were enough and I went to wearing a PUL cover.

Been but in nappeis a the same time as my litte sister for bed

It was very embarrassing for my in-laws to find out about my diapers on a visit to one of their houses, but it quickly got worse (or better). It was more than thirty years ago, but I still am amazed that my mother-in-law insisted that I either not ever wear diapers at her houses, or wear them for the entire visit, which could be a week.

My wife absolutely loved diapering me for bed and would do so without hesitation, or exception. My mother-in-law was actually thrilled to have her twenty something son-in-law in diapers. She often asked me to come over to her so that she could check or re-pin my diapers, especially when her friends were visiting. Pat would pull my pants down enough to expose my diaper pins and proceed to snug them up.

One of her friends was so excited by one of these drive-by diaper checks that she suggested that Catherine or Pat use two diaper pins on each side my diapers. It wasn't long before they had me lie down on the coffee table with my pants down at the ankles, then removed. More diaper pins were retrieved and the lady actually removed the pins and readjusted my diapers and demonstrated the technique. The ladies insisted that I wear just my diapers so they could see how snug they stayed over the next several hours. The embarrassment I felt was awful and wonderful.

I became something of a celebrity among the "ladies who lunch." Surprisingly, I don't think any of them told their husbands. Over the ensuing years, not one guy ever indicated that he knew, but my day diapers were patted, on the sly, many, many times. Those days are long gone, as are most of the players in the drama. It was too good to be true, but it was true.

My most embarrassing moment was at school when I was 9 years old I had a bladder infection and was prone to wetting without warning. It was happening on a every day and the teacher said if I wet myself again she would make me wear nappies, so the next day I wet myself again she shouted come with me I am going to put a nappy on you baby. As this happened in 1959 there were no disposables so she told me to take of my wet clothing and lie on the floor wear she pinned me into a thick terry nappy and pulled a pair of plastic pants over the nappy a led me back out into class like that with nothing to cover my nappy. I stayed like that for the rest of the day and had to go home in the nappy as there was no spare clothing and yes the nappy was wet when I got home resulting in me being kept in nappies until the infection cleared up which took about a week

These are great stories. Got a lot of talented fiction writers in here.

These are great stories. Got a lot of talented fiction writers in here.

Not everything is fiction in this post.

In my teens I used to babysit for a neighbour quite a bit. Some nights I would stay the night if we knew she would be home late. Well one night I fell asleep in the spare room and woke with different cover over me than the one I knew went on the bed . Worst part my clothes were not on the bedside chair.

The most embarrassing times Ive had recently in diapers are the following.

1. Pepole with no manners banging on the door or when someone literally breaks into the toilet/changing cubicle while I am still in it this is really embarrassing.

2. Diaper saturated with a bad wetting or mess them and it leaking out and this has happened to me quite a few times as I have no pre warning of any bowl or urin movements as I am incontinent.

3. Someone finding out I wear diapers and making fun of me this is no joke and I really hate bullies.

4. Being at a store where literally everyone can tell your buying diapers and can see what you've got in your basket or rucksack.

5. Diaper filling spilling out after one rips open this is really embarrassing not least because of the mess it creates but also the fact it ruins your clothing.

6. Loud diaper tags or fasters this is as specially true when in a hotel or in public as it brings unwanted attention towards you and the potential for noise complaints.

7. Being incontinent this embarrses tje hell out of me because I was supposed to be toilet trained from the age of 5yrs and wetting and messing myself like a infant is embarrassing.

I had been browsing for diaper hypnotic tapes on my iPad. Some time later a friend, who is very perceptive, borrowed my iPad to look up some newsy stuff, and of course the search defaulted to what my activities were. I don't know whether he ever really noticed, but never said anything. There was a lot at stake here, but nothing came of it.

My most embarrassing moment in a diaper was about 10 ten years ago. At the time my aunt and her partner where taking care of me because I had become fully bladder incontinent. My incontinence had reached a point where they had decided to put me in cloth diapers and waterproof panties because using disposable adult diapers was simply getting too costly with my level of usage. I was still very shy and embarrassed about needing diapers and going from disposable diapers to the bulkier pin-on cloth diapers with waterproof panties didn't help with that. Returning to cloth diapers was a major adjustment for me because they signified that I was going to be needing diapers for a long time. My aunt, in the meantime, had decided to take me shopping at the local mall to look for jumper dresses that might better accommodate my new and bulkier underwear. We eventually found our way to a Motherhood Maternity Store in the mall. After picking out a couple of maternity jumpers, the somewhat elderly sales assistant asked if I wouldn't like to go to the dressing room and try them on. My aunt insisted that I do so while she continued shopping for other things for me. Rather than argue with her, I went into the dressing room by myself and took off my dress and put on the first jumper which had a long zipper up the back. That day I had worn a full slip underneath my dress and when I started to zip up the maternity jumper past my waist the zipper got caught up in my nylon slip, and I couldn't get the zipper to budge one way or the other. The sales lady must have heard me struggling a bit with the zipper and she popped her head through the dressing room curtain to offer some help.

I had no choice but to say "yes" since my aunt was out in the store somewhere, and I was afraid to venture out of the dressing room to get her attention. The sales lady was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing since stuck zippers can easily happen; but when she lifted the jumper up with my slip caught in the zipper to resolve the problem, she let out a soft "Oh my!" when she saw that I was wearing a diaper and waterproof panties underneath it all. I started to explain to her that I had a bladder control problem, but I was so embarrassed I could barely speak. My aunt walked in soon after that and quietly told her why I was in diapers better than I ever could. I ended up getting both jumpers and as well as some maternity tops and overalls, and they have been staples of my wardrobe ever since. The sales lady was most understanding, and when we left she gave me a very sympathetic smile because she realized that the baby diaper bag my aunt was carrying was there for me.

When I first lost continence ,premium diapers were diapers with Velcro, my insurance wouldn't pay for those ,i was so embarrassed by the whole diaper thing that i wouldnt allow my aide to see me in a diaper , so even though i was paralyzed on the right side and couldn't tape my diapers on , someone seeing me in a diaper was out of the question , so I would have her pretape diapers and struggle to get them on by myself . Like it really mattered she pretaped them and emptied my diaper pail , gee i wonder who was using all these diapers ?? Times have changed and i have changed i'll roll around the house in nothing but diaper and onesie , and when i am not up to it because i'm messy or in pain i'll just have my aide do it ,its no big deal anymore ,but those first years were more awkward then they needed to be , because I was !

Today I met a guy in the local park and we took A Walk in the Woods cause I've always been interesting and having someone else P in my diaper so when we got Into the Woods I asked him if he had to use the bathroom and he said yes so he started peeing into the front of my diaper and my embarrassing moment came when it started running down my legs because it Leak past the leg gathers of the diaper and got my pants wet how embarrassing

Many yrs ago before diapers were manditory was getting gas and felt something looked down and had wet the whole front of my pants.

Reprinted from another question I posted for some other topic,

I have a cleaning lady who come twice a week for routine cleaning. She is about 40 (a bit younger than me). It was a bit embarrassing at first since I have more wet nights than dry ones. It didn't take her long to figure out I had a bedwetting problem. On the first day she worked for me, my bed was dry but the sheets were a bit stained from a leak that occurred previously. When stripping the bed for washing she of course found the grey rubber sheet with the faded yellow sweet spot indicating it was well used for its intended purpose. When I returned home from work, my bed was freshly made with the rubber sheet still in place. She left me a nice but tactful note indicating she noticed my bedwetting problem and that if I had diapers to be washed to leave them in a separate container so they could be washed and sanitized separately. I ran into her when I was working at home (she has a key and usually works when I am at work) a couple of weeks later and she told me she hoped I had not been embarrased by her note. She told me her younger brother wet his bed until he was 14 or 15 and he wore diapers to bed. She has now been with me for 3 years. Twice a week she washes my cloth diapers and plastic pants and returns them to my dresser drawer neatly folded and organized.

So...I went back and forth on where to post this but, thought you all might be interested. I posted this in the medfet area RE: full derm skin exams.

Mine was quick and rather unsatisfying (as are most real medical encounters [as they should be]). Also, kind of embarrassing. I am incontinent and was referred for rash and full check due to high incidence of melonoma in the family. I was scheduled for the NP but, could hear her complaining through the door. She did not want to have to assist me on to the table as I was using a cane or expose my diaper. The nurses also were discussing "how to handle him and his situation (meaning me)". Two nurse then came in and said that they need to undress me and assist me on to the table (no one ever asked if I could do it myself...I guess they assumed I would have difficulty based on my diagnosis' and the fact that I checked dizziness and difficulty with ADL'S on the intake form. Which is true but, my abilities vary and I try to maintain Independence asuch as possible.) They then each tucked one arm under my arms and "assisted me" onto the table and immediately began disrobing me. They then folded my clothes and placed them on the counter on the far side of the room. They then swung my legs up and asked that I remain laying on the table for my safety. The one nurse then commented somewhat rudely that I was wet and maybe a little soiled (I wasn't and she never checked I also, did not pass gas or anything but anyways...)but, that I could wait until after the exam for her to change me as the doctor would have to remove my "brief". They then put a paper drape over my diaper and exited the room without a word. When the doctor came in she was very kind. She immediately asked why I was laying down and if I wanted to sit up. The rest was very quick and straight forward. She checked quickly every part of my body. Felt my scalp and looked at my eyelids. Check my torso and back. Arms and legs had me spread fingers. Then she exposed my genitals and checked my backside. She looked at my rash. Gave me some samples. Said I had a mole on my back but, no concerns. Mentioned PMD's never know how to treat diaper dermatitis properly which she found weird. And brought my clothes over and sat them next to me. She asked if I had a change of "undergarments" (which I did). She said it was very nice to meet me and please come back any time to see her for anything skip the PMD for bad rashes. And left with a hand shake and smile. Total time was maybe 10minutes exam wise. The nurse who made the comment then came in a minute later and was way nicer assisted me in getting changed and dressed and checked me out at the front desk. All the staff were very friendly after that. It was a weird experience lol. I think they just aren't used to people with disabilities or something...

*For the record I am trans however, I was dressed and looked "like a normal guy" at the time. I try not to make medical providers uncomfortable. Myissues are too serious. So, that doesn't explain the awkwardness. Lol.

Not most embarrassing but 2 close calls in 1 week! I was still in my diaper and about to take it off to shower when the door bell rang! The front door opens to look directly into the bathroom, luckily it has a almost see through drape covering the window in the door, as I did not want to leave my wet diaper in the bath room I went to an adjoining room going into the hall way first. Second time as I were bringing coffee up to my wife , still in bed, and being in a very wet diaper for 3 1/2 hours, I wet again as I were going upstairs with her coffee, I was sure that my diaper would leak before i gave her the iced coffee, then she said you forgot the straw! Down stairs and up stairs with her straw, I knew she would be furious if my diaper leaked! I made it to the shower with about a quart of pee hanging between my diaper and plastic diaper cover!

Last night I was snoozing a bit in my chair at work when the phone rang. The ER had x-rays for me to take, and as I stood up, I felt cold cloth on my seat. I'd leaked through and had about an 8" diameter spot on my tan-colored pants! GACK!!!

Obviously I couldn't go walking into a patient's room in THAT condition, so I had to call the nurse back, tell her I had a leak, and would be there ASAP after I'd gotten a pair of scrub pants out of the OR. She laughed and said that would probably be best, and the patient wasn't critical anyway. And yes, she was already aware of my 24/7 diapered situation.

I always dream of being caught wearing diapers but really never did because it's hard to set up a scenario to be seen without breaking the law! I once played BDSM with an older couple and they knew my fantasy. Although I spend a lot of time in diapers and bondage with them around other people, I never would force myself in diapers (and their feminine diaper covers).

Early in the relationship my Mistress and her Alpha Slave told me I needed to get an AIDS test at the county health department. They told me that it just required an interview and a blood draw. They wanted me wear my diaper and ruffled pink plastic pants to see how it felt.

When I went in, the room was filled with a motley crew of kids half my age. Good looking bunch, if not a bit druggy looking. I fantasized about them knowing I was sitting there wearing my diapers and pink frilly sissy cover.

It took forever for the group to be called back individually and I had to pee and decided to draining the bladder a bit while I was waiting. My dick got pretty erect sitting there in a roomful of people most of whom I would love to see without clothes except for my diaper and have them laugh and force me to do nasty things to them and to me for their pleasure.

My time finally came and I was called back to a clinical room where there was a staff member waiting. He was in his mid-30s, black and very dominate acting. He asked me questions as he went down his list and put the pad down and got a vial and blood drawing kit out of a drawer.

He took my blood from my arm and marked the vial and set it aside. Then he picked up a tube with a stick with a cotton swab on the end and pulled it out.

He looked at me and said, "Drop your drawers." I stammered and stuttered and ask why. He told me the blood was for the AIDS test but the swap would check for other STDs on from my penis.

I just about died! I wanted to run, but was frozen. I was wearing sweats, so I reached down and put both thumbs in the sides of my sweats and "underwear" and pulled them down in one fell swoop to the ground and tried to cover the diaper and sissy pants as best as I could.

I never looked the tech in the eye, just focused on him running the swap around the base of my penis head. When he turned to put it back in the tube, I bent down and tried to pull all three pieces up. I only managed to get the diaper and cover up to about my knees when I lost them and just finished pulling up the sweats the whole way.

He said thank you without nary a hint of anything in his voice and told me I would get a call. I hobbled out of there as best I could, through a room still filled with a younger generation and out into the hallway, where I found a bathroom fortunately and redid the clothing.

I was as humiliated as I could be as I went over to my Mistress's house. They laughed and laughed at my predicament and I loved every minute of it.

This was many years ago, but i had gone down to visit a pro Lady who i played with from time to time. She had some old diapers that a previous ab/dl client had left with her and She decided to use some of them on me. Waste not want not. So She diapered me up in these unfamiliar diapers, i don’t recall the brand. Then She said we should go for an outing and i put on my regular clothes over the surplus diapers and we drove to the grocery store. On the drive there She had me keep my big obvious pacifier in my mouth which got a double take or two at stop lights, but the really embarrassing part was still to come!

As i said these diapers were old and unfamiliar and as we walked around the store i discovered that the leg elastic was not at all snug and before i knew it there was a long wet stain down the leg of my light colored slacks. (Note to self: dark or black pants for any public diaper outings) I begged my Nurse (that’s how i addressed Her) to let me go wait in the car but She refused and we went up and down every isle in the store with the obvious wet spot on my pants growing and growing. The only saving grace was being about 100 miles from my home town so i was very unlikely to be seen by anyone i knew. After a very long humiliating shopping trip we went back to Her place and changed me into one of my preferred diapers for the rest of our time together.

On Saturday I fell asleep on the couch. I was just in a diaper and t-shirt. A friend of my wife's stopped by, and when I woke up my wife and her friend were sitting on the love seat across from me. I tried to cover up, but it was to late. My friends wife said don't worry about it. My wife came over to check my diaper, and said I needed to be changed. She took me into the bedroom changed me, and put me in a onsie since we had company. I sat on the couch with a chux pad under me, and we all talked for a couple of hours.

Wow. This might be multiple posts LOL! I'll start with a recent one.

I had to be out all day running errands with little likelihood I'd be near a bathroom. So I pinned on my cloth diapers with a good shake of baby powder and pulled up my plastic pants. I've had a couple 'peed my pants' accidents in public recently so didn't want to take any chances.

I'd wet my diapers pretty good after a few hours. Within seconds after I first get the "I gotta go" feeling, I'm going. The last stop was at the town water station where I had to fill up a 250GAL water tank with 'town water' for the farm. When I got there, there was a crew working (well, 4 people doing very little) right where I had to park and they had a bobcat parked (again doing nothing) in my way. They asked me to give them 15 minutes so I drove around for a bit. And had to pee again. Tried to hold it but ended up wetting my diaper again.

When I got back, they were still there and they waved me over and said I could go ahead and fill up. They just had to paint some posts they'd pounded in and could wait 10 minutes (and do nothing). So reluctantly I parked and got out. I had my coveralls on, but just a t-shirt and diapers underneath. I had to hook up a hose and put it in the top of the tank in the back of my truck. These guys were standing about 4 feet away from me. When I was climbing up the side of the truck, I realized that they had a direct view of me from the side, where my plastic pants were clearly visible because I didn't do the buttons up on the sides of the coveralls (makes them too tight). It must have been super clear that I was soaking and sagging because the one guy said, "Looks like someone had a flood!"

I felt about the same as a toddler that peed his pants. And just feeling that made me pee again right there. After the tank was full, I got in my truck and when I sat down I realized my diaper had leaked and there was a wet spot on my butt. Sheesh.

To Gary BZs.

I had a sleep study test done at the hospital about a year ago. I showed up around 2100 hours. The technician was a guy. I wore a Diaper under my jeans because I knew I'd be there all night. Not to mention that the more hospital people that see me in a Diaper will also note it in my hospital records, which is what I want because it makes for a better case to argue whenever I want to wear my Diapers. The technician had me sit on the edge of the bed. He hooked up a shitload of wires. The he said he had to attach a few wires down my pants legs to record any muscle jerks in my legs. I told him that I had an incontinence issue, as I undid the button and unzipped my pants, to expose my Diaper. He went ahead and put the wires into my pants legs, and had me shake my legs to get the wires to drop. He said that if I needed to go to the bathroom or anything, to let him know. I told him I wouldn't need to. I couldn't get lucky enough to get a woman technician. I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep. When 0600 the next day came around, he woke me up, took all the wires off, and I went on home. You can be sure that any time a person goes to the hospital, that they document everything. They document that I showed up smelling clean, was wearing clean clothes for the procedure, my demeanor, etc, etc. The fact that I was wearing a Diaper under my jeans. My short explanation of peeing myself at night. The note it all for future reference. Since that test, I have also been to see my personal doctor, and have even got him to give me a prescription for Adult Diapers. He had me do a Pee Test at the hospital as well, to determine whether or not I had a bladder issue. I went through the steps. I purposely held back some of the pee when they said to empty my bladder as much as possible. Later on, after the doctor examined my test results, he gave me a prescription for my prostate, which I was really having an issue with anyway. That was over a year ago. Now I have new insurance, and they want me to do another sleep apnea test at their hospital of choice. My bladder is getting to where it really does go off on its own, and when it does, it is not always noticeable because I can't always feel it. (Back surgery and Back pain issues) I can feel it start, but not always feel it while it's flowing or when it stops. I'll definitely be wearing my usual double layer Diaper when I go for the next Sleep Apnea test. I won't be embarrassed though. It's just like wearing underwear to me.

Sorry for the way I've drifted, but it all ties together. Sleep Apnea and Diapers.

Ok

It was a really nice Spring day after a cold snowy Winter. I was in the yard outside wearing a night diaper and plastic pants. The warm air felt great! I decided to get some sun and stretched out in a lounge chair on the patio. I was starting to fall asleep when I heard a noise and when I looked up the electric meter reader lady walked past me to read the meter on the side of the house. I had no cover or towel and there I was, laid out in a diaper and plastic pants! She just said "Nice day, isn't it?" I didn't move but replied, "Sure is". She saw it all and I'll bet there was a few stories told about it back at her office! Oh Well!!

Probably the most embarrassing -- coming home from a friend's house at night, got stuck in traffic 8 miles from my exit, but the nearest spot to pull over is probably 2 miles away and traffic is crawling at 5-10 mph. Oh, and I have to pee, so so badly. But wait, I'm wearing a diaper, I put one on before I left my friend's place! What I didn't realize, a tape had popped. And on top of that, I tried and tried and tried but couldnt get started to pee. Finally I make it to the next exit, get out of the car, and sort of casually not casually got out and sort of pretended I was checking something but actually flooding my pants. Except....the aforementioned tape pop I was unaware of caused the majority of pee to flow out of my diaper and onto my shorts. There was a parade of cars going down this exit road to bypass the traffic, and I'm sure at least one of them saw what looked like me just pretty much pissing my pants in plain sight.

Probably the time I pood my self on the subway in Berlin, next to my girlfriend, on our first vacation ?.

Same trip I leaked on a car seat in a cab.

Embarasing yet fun!

My most humiliating event happened today. I bought my nappies online and had them delivered to my house. Ups did not keep me updated on delivery so I was not at home. My wife got the box and opened it and found my order. She left them laying on the floor so I could see them when I walked in. She did not realize it but that was really what I wanted was for her to scold me and humiliate me. That got my heart racing. She told me to put them up so she wouldnt have to see them. I going to put one on shortly and use it for its purpose. It will nice not to have to hide them as I have done in the past.

This is not about me, but about my baby girl wife. There was a couple of situations, one on purpose the other by accident. The one on purpose was when I took her to Walgreens because she was out of diapers. I found the plastic backed Depends Maximum's and told her to grab them. I then had her put them on the counter and had her pay for them.

The second was when we were out and about. We stopped by a convenience store. She was diapered in a disposable and her Lolli Dots plastic pants. She had on a jumper dress that was fairly short (long enough to cover her bottom, though). As we were walking across the parking lot a gust of wind blew and lifted the back of her dress. Luckily there was no one behind us.

In both cases, she was embarrassed but turned on at the same time!

Probably the most embarrassing time for me was a couple summers ago my family rented a cabin on a lake for a small reunion. It was a three hour drive so I had to wear a diaper and since it was hot out I just put a t-shirt on and packed my shorts. About 20 minutes away my incontinence acted up and I soiled my diaper. When we got there we parked in the shared parking area and our cabin ended up being a ten minute walk through the woods. A few people saw me in just a t-shirt, shoes, and a soggy and loaded diaper. After that I made sure to always wear bottoms in the car.

During my very early childhood years before I was potty trained and my parents (most likely mom though) put diapers on me on a daily basis, as soon as she'd open my diaper to change it, I'd often begin urinating and from what I'd heard mom tell me, Nana (moms mom) and even my older sister, I'd sometimes spray urine on whomever was changing my diaper. Must've been the sudden feeling of cooler air shocking my little guy after being concealed in warmth. Don't really know why I did it and can't recall doing it because I was so young, but when I got older I was told by mom, dad, Nana and my sister that they'd all decided to give me the nickname, 'Pee-Sue.'