Let me be honest since I’m on a website and nobody knows me. My name is Jake I am 15 and live in Oklahoma. I am a diaper lover and have always been that way. I have this need to wear diapers. It just gives me a Wenceslas of comfort that I never received from my parents. My mother has congestive heart failure and progressive ms. I love my parents very much, but this is the part wher I contradict myself. My father is abusive both emotionally and physically, he likes to talk about how he can’t wait for my mother to die. My mother attempts to live her life through mine. She dosent like my friends because we play videogames. She wants me to be somebody I am not. They found out about my diaper intrest a few years ago. I have been called a fuck up, mistake, sicko and pedofile. I do not at all like children in anyway! I simply enjoy the security and comfort. Well at the beginning of the semester I decided I can’t take this life anymore, I stole 6 of my moms Loratabs and took them and went to bed. I woke up the next morning with a massive headache but alive. About 3. Weeks later I stole 7 again it didn’t work. It was almost time for the big game at our community between 2 of our schools. I am not a footbal fan at all, but I went and talked to my friend named Cameron I told his about the pills, he wasn’t shocked at all. Me and him are best friends and share everything, he has attempted suicide twice before, so I could trust him.I told him that I couldn’t do it anymore and that I was going to do it again. I did it the next weekend, but this time I took my dads shotgun out of his closet when they were gone went to the entryway of our home and proceeds to load it. My heart was racing as I thought about how it was finally going to end. After I loaded it I sat there just looking at it for the longest time. It seemed so lifelike so surreal. Eventually I reached a point where I looked back and thought why I was doing this, why this was so appealing. I put the single barrel in mymouth with my head tilted back making sure it would decimate everything and that it would be painless. After another few minutes of thinking I reached for the trigger I didn’t do it. I reached again and just felt the cold metal on my finger thinking just to do it quick and not think about it. I pulled the trigger and waited. After a few seconds I opened my eyes. I still don’t know what happens, but it didn’t go off. I couldn’t do it again I was drained crying in frustration pissed at the world, why I couldn’t die it’s what I wanted. I got a girlfriend a couple of weeks later and thought that was good. I thought the world was going to change for me. It didn’t I began to fall back in to a depression. I’m in highschool I’m having sex got great friends anybody would think that this would be amazing. I tried pills again around the beginning of november I’m not sure of the exact date, but this time I decided 11 at this point I found out that the FDA say 8 is lethal. So I thought this is is I did the usual take them before I sleep but I woke up I just wanted to die and I felt tortured by myself and my families comments. The next day after I got home from school.my parents were sitting on the couch. They usually aren’t home yet. So I just knew that it was up. My mother started the talking and asked if I had been stealing her pills, at first I denied it. Soon though it came out that yes I had been doing it and why I had been doing it.I was sent to see the counelor at school the next day and was blindsided when a. Cop came in to the office. They told me that I needed to be taken to a head hospital I ended up not going inexchqnge that my parents get me a therapist and that I check in every morning and afternoon at the councilors office. At this point I felt worse then before I felt violated. I was okay for awhile then thought I have one more chance Christmas I made a wishlist that explained I wanted diapers for Christmas and even left 3 of my last ones I had. I left this note in my room and went to school. When I got home she started screaming at me and threw them at me she took out her scissors and cut them up in front of me. I can’t figure out how to review whats already written but in the note I told her that the fact she puts me down and won’t let me wear them were a big reason for my suicidal tendencies. Christmas came and Went and I didn’t receive them. I know thatthis is still what I want death I have been looking at some methods including the helium exit or helium bag method. I don’t need a whole bunch of Christians trying to talk me out of it I personally respect others religions but I personally don’t believe in any god or he’ll. I guess why I am writing it to just share my story I know I’m going to do it soon I have gone back to cutting. I guess this little piece of text is like my story since nobody else really cares except Cameron. My email is jakedasnake_95@yahoo.com I just wanted to do this for whatever reason. Maybe it was the need to confess to others about the diapers of maybe the suicide. I will try to keep updating this. Hope I don’t get to many people bashing me.
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Understandable.
Honestly, I do get what you mean even though Im a measly freshman girl.
I dont get the diaper thing, correct me if im wrong, i take it as a security blanket?
Not sure if you said it already!
If you need to talk, my email is klashingk@yahoo.com
I know how you feel about dying and most everything except for your mother and fathers problems, and the diapers…
Amazing story, I don’t think anyone on this site is the bashing type and you needed to get this out there, please keep shareing
i agree- most people here don’t bash others. i havent read a bad comment yet. the worst thing that can happen is that your comment is ignored.
please keep posting, i hope this website can help you.
cutecopper19@hotmail.com if u wanna talk.
jake95,
The reason why the gun didn’t fire, I’m not gonna discuss that with you since you don’t have a heart prepared for that.
And I have a real case that gun fired without a bullet installed and that even killed a person I know.
Your diaper wearing you know it’s a kind of love substitute for security and protection.
It’s like the dog trained to hear a bell rings before each feeding time.
After a certain time, whenever a bell rings, the dog drools even there isn’t any food at all.
Your mother is supposed to offer you care and love, but her sickness and ways of tendering are not in order.
Plus your father is threatening always cursing her to death, in a way to deprive your expectation of security of motherly love and the fortress of a whole family.
You are just put in a position being helpless to those situations. Even a grown-up may find oneself estranged in helpless situation that could only bring idling in despair without means.
What you could find instead the comfort of your instant soothing is in diaper wearing, as if the ostrich finds the instant hiding ground by burying its head securely beneath the sand.
The best remedy though is to rectify the relationship or behavior between the violators and victim.
Since your violators are hard to teach, the only method left for you to do is yourself to face it.
Know your problems, and find ways to avoid or correct it.
You have a bag of hope expected for parent’s love, all they do is not filling it up as expected, but instead filling that up with despair and curse. And diaper is a way you use to cover that disappointment, a walk-away, a comfort zone like bed whenever you are conscious or asleep. In other words you carry the bed with you all the time.
And you rather die with the thought of that sacred bag of love expectation
along with you, than telling yourself your parents are F up and hate them like most of the people will handle the same situation.
Whatever love you may find elsewhere, still won’t fill that bag specially reserved.
Either fill that bag with your parents’ love, protest and insist it be filled with all your might, or discard that bag entirely.
Because you can’t expect they’ll satisfy you to wear a diaper at your funeral. You’ll just lose the battle in life and in death.
(to them, it’s an insult to their parenthood of your upbringing)
(or in other words, you’re doing this subconsciously to insult them)
Defy to your parents of what they did wrong.
If righteously, you’ll always win, in your heart.
Yes the diaper thing is more of a security blanket. And I just dont know I feel that I should be selfish for once and my life and just take it all. I used to have these dreams of becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon but I just don’t see that happening. At this point I don’t really care if it is painless. If to acheieve death I have to jump off the balcony at the hockey game tonight then so be it. When on the bus this afternoon I thought of how it would be to jump in front of a car. I just want to lift this burden I feel like I am a sicko because of the diaper thing and carry a great amount of guilt. But it’s like telling a gay person not to be gay.I just can’t stop and don’t want to when I die I plan on leaving no note and to be wearing a diaper, so it is self explanatory as why I did it. I just can’t keep trying to plan and I need to just do it.
Also and why don’t you think the gun fired fireflieslite? I am intrigued.
I cut again a few minutes ago. It’s weird how I don’t want a painful death but I stick a razor into my flesh to inflict pain. It relieves the emotional pain but covers it up with physical. Goodnight anybody who is still watching this post
i hope u will be ok
jake for me its the same thing with burning, i don’t want to die in agony, yet i cause myself pain to continue on living…its just a fucked up world
wait.. you wear diapers and you still get a girlfriend!? haha that’s pretty impressive though. if those diapers mean so much to you then just wear them. i don’t really see why that should be a reason to kill yourself. people should go f*ck themself if they think you wearing diapers is a crime.