Soldier Without Diapers

I’m currently away for my annual reservist training, in a far-flung corner of this island. The annual pilgrimage to the chicken cutlet stall… I mean army refresher training is something we have to do every year. 
So I was packing my Army duffel bag on Sunday night. The list of things to bring is big but we managed to leave out certain items. 

I was packing my bag in the living room of my living room. I’d already changed into my nighttime diaper – a Tena Slip Plus – wearing a baggy pair of pants over it. They did a decent job of covering the shape thankfully, cos my mum and grandma were nearby, watching TV. 

I felt the contrast while packing. Here I was, on one hand a grown man packing for my reservist training to defend the country and on the other, I had just put on a diaper because I wanted to poop, using the excuse that I was going to wear that diaper for the night.

Being away from home for a week means no diapers for me. While it isn’t a problem for me, it made me realize how it’s just a psychological thing. I didn’t think about diapers during my overseas CIP, and I’m pretty sure I won’t think much about it during my reservist. 

It’s only when I’m alone in my room that I get that urge, that urge to ‘get protected’, to be enclosed in my safe space. My attendance for this reservist supposedly ensures my country’s safe space. I guess this is but another sacrifice I have to make. 

– Selv

As One Chapter Comes To An End, Another Begins

Today marks my first day as a civilian in 2 years. Yes, I have completed my mandatory stint in the military at long last. I’ll leave the emotional ramblings to my real-life social media(sorry I can’t let you guys see that), here I will discuss something else. I refer to the military here as i served in the Army, but this would apply to the conscript policemen and civil defencemen too.

Wearing diapers, even periodically, greatly affects one’s ability to serve. Be it as a regular, or in a conscript service, wearing diapers has its effect. I have discussed this in previous posts, but I wish to bring this up again today.

Firstly, you cannot wear diapers in your military barracks or bunks. People will scorn you, commanders may think you have serious (psychological) medical problems, fellow soldiers/policemen would shun you as an oddball etc. Not to mention physical difficulties, such as chafing during intense combat training, lack of time and hygiene to change and the lack of storage space for diapers. Smell would be a big problem, mostly for those around you. I have worn a diaper in camp, but this was attempted on a night where there was almost no one else in the bunk, so it is best to NOT attempt it if the coast isn’t clear. I don’t advocate wearing diapers in camp, or during training. Unless you are an incontinent with a valid reason to do so.

Secondly, keeping diapers at home would be an issue always at the back of your mind. Most conscript servicemen would be allowed to go home for the weekend. So that is the likely time that people would wear. Go ahead, nothing is stopping you here. But there are a few things to consider, especially if your folks don’t know about your diapers. There will always be the fear that they would accidentally discover your stash. You amy not have cleared your computer’s browser history and they might go snooping around. You may have ‘odours’ left behind in your room, and that could trigger an internet audit of your accounts. Even mindlessly leaving a receipt of purchase for your diaper-stuff may result in a full-fledged war to ‘purge’ you. Things happen, especially if you let your guard down.

Then there is the actual usage of diapers. If you use diapers for two days e.g. at night, then your body would have to adjust back to using the toilet when you go back to camp. For those into messing, there is also the chance you might ‘hold’ in your ‘garbage’, waiting until you could use a diaper. The longer the ‘holding’ period, the higher the potential damage it poses to your body. And if you go 24/7 for even two days, one might run the risk of having an ‘accident’.

One thing that most people could never do without is their handphone. Even if your phone doesn’t have a camera, chances are that it has access to the internet (through wi-fi, 3G etc). And chances are very high that you might access diaper-related websites, or view ABDL social media on that phone, sometimes even downloading pictures for later viewing. Or even keep a picture of your own diapered escapades. If your friends grab a hold of your phone, and they come across these content, their view on you could change completely. That’s because ABDLism isn’t a widely accepted kink as, say, BDSM. So there is that worry.

You could say that I had quite a bit at the back of my mind during my army days. To my fellow Singaporean boys who are embarking their NS journey, my advice to you is to keep your ABDLedness and diapers to a bare minimum. You can’t ignore these urges completely, but you can mitigate them. And don’t wear diapers to training. Period.

Now, to prepare for university.

ORD loh!

Outfield Aftermath

All humans like control. All humans like being in control. All humans like being in control of when they need to go to the toilet. (And that is why some people laugh at the incontinent (Please don’t do that)). And I’m no different.

For those of you who have served in combat vocations/roles in the armed forces, you would most likely have spent a few days out in the jungles training to be soldiers. Jungle warfare is tough, demanding and hugely energy-consuming. We are given combat rations for our consumption but these aren’t exactly delicious. Peeing is a business done behind bushes. And as for pooping, well it isn’t the best in these conditions too.

But let’s take a closer look at these combat rations that soldiers are given to eat. During a war, soldiers are given these type of rations as ordinary food might be difficult to obtain. These food would then have to last long and be able to last in all types of environments, be it humid or temperate etc. so lots of preservatives are added to keep the quality and edibility. Also the aroma of the food wouldn’t give away the soldiers positions. These combat rations are carefully researched and prepared such that the body would digest most of it. The by-products of digestion would thus be very little. Also, given that jungle training is tough, a soldier would definitely be de-hydrated and thus most moisture would be sucked out of this bodily by-product. Thus, the need to poop would be greatly stifled for a week or so.

I went out into the jungles of Singapore for a 4day3night military exercise. I ate the combat rations that were issued, and thus I went though the above-mentioned process. I returned to my military barracks on a Thursday night, exhausted. And after our usual post-outfield routines, we were allowed to go back to our bunks to wash up and get some sleep in the early hours of Friday morning.

But I didn’t poop. I didn’t feel the need to poop. Somehow a few people needed to poop despite the chemicals in the combat rations, but I didn’t get that urge. I only felt the urge towards the end of the day. But Friday was book-out day, or go home day. So I held it. For waiting at home for me was a Tena Value Adult Diaper. I knew that the process was going to be long and painful, so what better place than a diaper? In your own time and comfort, in a not-so-bathroomy environment.

To be grotesquely honest, the digested combat rations didn’t want to budge at all. I was able to somewhat enjoy the comfort of my diaper without being bothered by my stomach. I eventually forced it out the next morning. But once the initial plug came out, the mass of mess just kept flowing. Soon, I had to pull my diaper down just to make space for more – it was really a lot. Guess that’s what happens when you don’t poop for 5 days.

A Diapered Soldier?

Is that even possible? I mean, there’s just so many things wrong with that statement, it just seems like an oxymoron.

The word ‘diapered’ here connotes helplessness, innocence, weakness, dependent. And the word ‘soldier’ spells out servant, aggression, strength, independence. Just the phrase alone seems taboo.

But lo and behold, there are diapered soldiers out there. Mind you, we are far and few in between, but we exist. How is it possible, one may ask.

It doesn’t take much to realise how difficult it is for a soldier wearing a diaper to do his job. The diaper traps heat and makes it very uncomfortable for him. It rubs against his nether-regions, and may cause chafing or groin-compression. There would be no place to change diapers out in the barracks or battlefield, no space to keep a large supply of diapers, not much time for maintainence etc.

Then there is the social stigma. Fellow soldiers would certainly ridicule an incontinent for joining their ranks. They would not tolerate the urine smell, especially in confined areas such as barracks or transport vehicles, helicopters, tanks etc. The ever-present crinkle sound would serve as a constant source of embarrassment for the incontinent soldier, as well as an irritation for his fellows.

But even if there were an entire regiment of incontinent soldiers, where the aforementioned social stigma is negated, there is still the physical aspect that makes it near impossible to wear diapers. Can you imagine being in a warm and sweaty state in a humid environment and you need a change? The moment you open your diaper you’d wish you had never been born, for all the insects would home in on the new source of heat. Ouch!

There are incontinent soldiers who wear them to work, but… yeah, they are nonexistent in traditional armies, only present in conscript armies. Non-combatant soldiers, these people are. In other words, clerks. I don’t look down on these people, for it is their (within) defect. I really feel for them, for I guess they wouldn’t have wanted such a situation.

So… What about a DL soldier? Social stigma, physical hindrances and the perennial smell would be a big no-no to any soldier thinking of wearing diapers. And given the serious and physically demanding nature of soldiering, I would say that it is extremely unlikely that any ABDL soldier would wear them while uniformed. That is if there are ABDL soldiers in the first place, given the mental framework of a person who needs to fight for honour and country.

But wait, I am a DL soldier. Unwilling, as National Service in Singapore is compulsory, but still indulging whenever possible.

Such as last night. That bulge you see, contained about 3 days worth of processed food. Not a healthy thing to do but hey, when you say ‘indulge’, chances are that it is not healthy to begin with!

Oh, and I finally published that pet project of mine. You can view it on the ABDL Story Forum, as well as ADISC. Thank you for your support.

– Selv

To Wear Or Not To Wear

     As I sit in my dad’s car, my lower stomach gives yet another jolt. I shift in my seat uncomfortably, hoping that my dad doesn’t notice. But it didn’t have to be this way.

     I’m serving my time in the Army. It is a rite of passage for Singaporean sons, giving up two years of their time to serve/defend their nation yada yada.. And we have to stay in our camps for the working week. Five out of seven days without seeing my laptop (and my bed!) You can already guess what I am going to touch on.

     I spend 5 out of 7 days outside the house. My diapers are inside the house. And I am about 42.195 km away, on the opposite side of the island holed up within the SAF Armour Training Centre. This poses two major problems.

     Firstly, I can’t use the diapers. I have to share my room with about 20 other guys, and wearing a diaper is simply not an option. No need to further elaborate this.

The other big headache, is the constant nagging fear that the diapers (that are about 42.195km away), will be discovered by the parents. Oh, this is the biggest worry that I have whenever I store diapers at home (which is very rare these days).

     I’ve been caught hiding diapers. Several times. So my parents will know the signs when they see it. It takes just one Freudian slip, or a careless pack of wet tissues lying around, and there goes the deck of cards – into the dustbin. Just the very thought of my dad saying those two words (translated: you’ve started again), sends shivers down my spine. For my folks have made it their business to make sure that I do my business the correct way. (Notice I didn’t put quotation marks around correct.)

     So, what do I do about the numb nagging sensation at the bottom of my stomach? Empty it into the filthy camp squatting toilet bowl, or hold it until I’m home diapered, and squatting? This week, I had the luxury of choosing the latter. And here’s the picture of the result.

(okay, I won’t gross anyone out with such a picture)