This blog started about 7 years ago with the purpose of posting girls in diapers that I found online, hence the name: Diapergirlpictures. I’ve been looking at pictures of girls in diapers since around 1996, when I got my first Internet account. I browsed usenet groups, and early website galleries at incredibly slow speeds, but learning that I wasn’t the only person who was hopelessly obsessed with diapers was amazing.
So how does a person become obsessed with diapers? I remember a few things from when I was a prepubescent that I’ve always thought were clues.
I was incredibly afraid of being embarrassed, like the idea of being made fun of or being the center of attention scared the shit out of me. At the same time I found it secretly so exciting that I would daydream about being caught in embarrassing situations.
Being tied up or somehow constrained secretly fascinated me. The idea of being helpless somehow excited me in ways I couldn’t understand.
Feeling enclosed or wrapped up made me very happy. I liked blankets and rolling up in them. Once I remember experimenting with wrapping a blanket around my crouch really tight.
The idea of being humiliated, wrapped up and being helpless lead me to diapers. What could be more humiliating then being wrapped in a diaper, and trapped in a playpen or crib. I started fixating on diapers and would ride my bike to the stores just to walk down the baby isle and look at them. I tried wearing all my underwear at once and fashioning diapers from all manner of materials. Pillow cases worked great. Soon I was stealing diapers from packages and then I discovered adult diapers.
All of this was non sexual because I really didn’t even know what sex was, let alone how to masturbate. I had lots of crushes on girls, but I was beginning to realize something, when it came to love, girls, relationships, my mind was more feminine or at least submissive, than a male was culturally suppose to be. I wanted to be noticed, I wanted to be asked out, I obsessively crushed over girls but never had the courage to do anything about it.
When it came to my secret diaper girl obsession I discovered something else. I found that I was was as turned on and excited by sissy pictures as I was by girls in diapers. I also began to realize that when I wore diapers myself and imagined myself as a baby it was always a babygirl.
Still I never thought about my gender, the idea of it was so foreign to me that I never even considered it. Was I more of a female than male?
Well it turns out my real life is pretty normal, I found a true love, got married, got a job, went to college, got a better job, and up until we found out we couldn’t have children our lives were normal. My wife knew about my diaper obsession, but I kept it really buried because she found it weird.
I went on doing the same ol things, secretly buying diapers from a few out of town pharmacies every few months, searching for them at thrift stores and wearing them whenever I could. And of course spending way to much time online looking at diaper girl pictures.
I had gigabytes of saved diaper girl pics on my hard drive, and I’d built up a huge stash of cloth and disposable diapers, it was really too much and my wife got upset, especially when I begin leaving things like pacifiers, baby blankets, and bottles around the house. Her biggest fear was getting caught. I took her advice and purged it all.
It wasn’t the first time, but it was the biggest, and I really regret it, especially the loss of all those vintage images that I’ll never be able to recover.
Of course it wasn’t a month later I was out buying diapers again, but something strange happened about a year ago. I discovered cross dressing. 11 months ago I bought my first dress, it was 1 dollar on clearance at Wal-Mart and it was from the little girls department. I just noticed it randomly while walking by and thought, I wonder if that would fit me. It did.
A month later I had several more dresses from thrift stores, panties, bras, wigs and makeup. I wasn’t going to win a pageant, but from a distance a mostly blind person might think they were seeing a woman. Most importantly I had opened up to my wife, and included her, it took awhile to get used to be she found she liked having a shopping “girlfriend” not that I would ever get dressed up and go shopping with her, but even dressed as myself it was fun for both of us to look at clothes together.
I went through a few months where I lost interest in crossdressing and diapers, I was just to busy, to much worry, and not enough time. But now I’m feeling the pull again. I love to take photos and write about this… fetish, lifestyle, style, interest, whatever you want to call it. Look out for new content.