Pampered with Pampers

So, the Fairprice Supermarket nearby my house is having a sort of promotion for Pampers. There’s this huge events area right beside the entrance that is stocked full with pampers from newborn till size 6 I think. I think Mamy Poko is also having a smaller-scaled promo too. Of course I didn’t stop to stare, but it did catch my attention. As well as the attention of all the kids and toddlers who were entering the store.

But it got me thinking. It’s my own personal observation and it may not be wholly accurate, but I see that today, most babies older than 1 are using pull-up style diaper rather than tape-on ones. The bulge is not that obvious and usually the elastic waistband is peeking out over their top of the pants/skirt/undearwearthingy. Even my youngest cousin wears pull-ups.

Is there a trend on the mummy forums that makes it hip for parents to prefer pull-ups? Sure, it mimics regular underwear and is easy to make off for both kid and parent. But it seems that they are prone to diaper-blowouts, as is the case with my cousin . And parents – surely they must be aware of this limitation – are fine with it? I believe I’m missing something here.

The other thing is that with a fall in demand for tape-on baby disposables will lead to a fall in supply of these diapers. Hopefully our local ABDLs won’t be inconvenienced, though admittedly this seems like a far-fetched idea at the moment. Remember how Pampers size 7 disappeared with the arrival of Goodnites? It won’t happen suddenly, but it will happen quietly.

As for me, I’m sticking to my Tenas. But I’ll be keeping a close watch on baby diapers too. blogpost121

– Selv



I was at Ikea Tampines last week, shopping for some kitchenware with my mother. We were passing through the kids section when I saw something that made my heart wither away.

A young dad and his two year old daughter were nearby, looking at some child-sized chairs and potty-chairs. He picked up one and started lecturing the small girl.

“Ah girl, this is a potty. You sit here to do your shee-shee and ngg-ngg (pee-pee and poo-poo)”.

I was like, hey we’re at Ikea, the child’s having fun looking through the markers and other kiddy stuff so why torment her like this?

But he didn’t stop there. He took a seat, put it on the ground, and made the girl sit on it, pants and all. The child, too young to understand what was happening, happily sat down with a smile. Wait till potty-training starts, I think to myself.

Oh you just wait, you lucky kid. You are one of the rare people for whom toilet-training started in an Ikea store! How about that? Never mind the colour-markers and shelves full of cuddly stuffed-toys. Daddy saw a random stack of potties and the rest was history.

The man continued to lecture his child with things like ‘you are a big girl now’, ‘must take off your shorts and pampers first, ‘must sit until you finish’, and other stuff that makes DLs die a little on the inside listening to.

I feel that the worst part was that the kid was happily nodding away to what her daddy was saying. She didn’t realise that she was in such an embarrassing position. She probably didn’t understand what he even meant.  Would she cooperate when Day 1 of toilet-training arrived, (perhaps that very night itself)? By the looks of it, she probably would.

Don’t get me wrong. Toilet-training is an integral part of human development. But I feel that you shouldn’t start it in such a public place, in a place where you are supposed to feel happy (Ikea in this case). And of course, everyone was looking at them, including mothers with their own diapered kids. I wouldn’t want to subject my children to this kind of humiliation. (If I get a Little Girl as a life partner, then maybe, I might reenact this scene, consent withstanding.)

As the dad put the potty-chair into his shopping bag, the kid wandered off to the shelves with the colourful markers.

– Selv

P.S. Lilla, the IKEA potty-chair that is the little girl’s first potty, is the Swedish word for ‘small’. Of all the things in their gigantic store to call small, they chose a potty-chair.


I was leaving home for my university hostel a few days ago. It was past 9, and the ground floors of the blocks of flats were deserted.

Now, in our public housing flats, there are dustbins available at every lift lobby. And as I walked past one of these dustbins, I saw something leaning on the pillar beside it that made me stop dead.

It was an almost-full pack of Drypers baby diapers. It seemed that only one or two had been taken out, as the rest of the unused diapers peeked out of the tear in the packaging.

I stood there, intrigued. It was apparent that someone had left them in the open like this as they didn’t want it anymore. It was a pack of size S diapers, so these mustn’t have fit on the kid anymore for an almost-full pack to be thrown away.

I hesitated, then reached out to grab a handful of diapers, kept them in my backpack, and continued on my journey. I reckoned that this was an opportunity to experiment with stuffers. I left most of the diapers in the bag as was in case some needy family walked past and wanted them, as was intended by the abandoner.

Here are the six diapers that I took. Trust me, they look much bigger here than they really are.


For my overseas readers, the Drypers brand baby diapers are among the three most popular brands of baby diapers here in Singapore, alongside Merries and Mamy Poko Pants (pull-ups). Almost all newborn infants wear Pampers Newborn, but just about everyone moves on to these three brands soon after. My youngest sister wore Drypers too.

I’ve finally posted the Softess Adult Diaper review. You can read it along with my other diaper reviews here.

This would be my last post for this year. Happy holidays everyone!

– Selv


Heroes come in all forms. They may be someone who inspires you to press on, they may be someone who saves your pet kitten from a tree. But, some heroes may still be wearing diapers! But can they still save the day without giving up their padding?

Here’s an ad from Drypers Malaysia. It made me smile today.

Drypers Advertisement

It’s the week before recess week, and I have like, 4 term papers due this week. And here I am blogging. Enjoy your break, NUS kids! Gotta run!

– Selv

Time Heals Scars

I’ve been reading some old comments posted about my first ABDL story, The Girl Who Wondered If Only. The main criticism is that most people couldn’t find it plausible that such a thing could happen in real life. I admit that, yes it is an ABDL story after all. But I thought I’d share with you the basis for the idea.

It comes from the toilet training story of my second sister, who I’ll call Pri (P.S., read: Pree). I’m the eldest of three children, and I have two younger sisters. My first sister was toilet trained much quicker than me, by age 3 and taking 4 months. I took longer because I started late, I was done by 4.5 years and it took me 5 months. You can read that story here.

But it took my second sister Pri nearly 10 months! None of our cousins came close to breaking that record. I still remember the incident clearly.

We were staying over at my grandparents’ house. My dad and first sister were out of the house. I was playing with Pri, who had just turned 2. My mum was talking to grandma. Their conversation was along the line of when to start toilet training Pri. At one point, Pri stopped what she was doing and her facial expression became concentrated. Immediately, my mum, emboldened by the chat, stood up and pulled up her dress, and ripped off her diaper! Pri was wailing and crying, saying “no, no” as she was carried to the kitchen toilet. I tried to side her but grandma promptly sent me back to the living room.

For nearly 5 minutes, there was a lot of noise coming from the bathroom as the two ladies tried to coax Pri to poop. I guess a two year old could not understand what was going on, as she kept saying ‘no’, ‘no, ‘don’t want’.

I was sitting shell-shocked on the sofa. I had just started ‘borrowing’ diapers from her, and now they were going away? And what about Pri? I no longer had the job of telling my mum that she had pooped? It was officially Day 1 of toilet training, all over again. In hindsight, that was first time I ever did some soul-searching in my life.

But the ordeal hadn’t ended yet. Suddenly, there were really loud screams from mum and grandma, followed by throat-tearing screams from Pri. I ran to the bathroom, panicking. It seemed that they had put Pri on the toilet without a child-seat. And she had fallen in. My mum pulled her out and hugged her, but you could clearly see the fear in Pri’s face. Nobody else saw her pooping on my mother’s pants.

The damage was severe. Unlike for me and my first sis, Pri hadn’t been gradually introduced to the toilet. They had tried to toilet train her the olden way – by forcing it onto her when she was too young to realise. But it backfired. For the next few days, Pri was to scared to even go near the toilet during shower times. Eventually, my aunt suggested a potty chair and with much coaxing, two months later she was pee-trained in the daytime.

But she absolutely would not poop in the potty-chair. She started to hold it in, till her night time diaper, then she would go. When my mum realised the tactic, she would not put on the diaper until after she fell asleep. But she would then poop in her diaper first thing in the morning. This continued for a few months, I guess because my parents didn’t know what to do. Years later, I realised that she continued to bed wet because she was holding in her poop. See bedwetting for the specifics.

Anyway, six months after the initial incident, there came a short stretch where she was dry in the mornings. The result was that she no longer needed diapers but, still fearful of the toilet, she started to poop in her underwear. The bedwetting started again, but this time my parents decided to go cold-turkey. My father also punished her for this, so she clearly knew that it was wrong. However, with little progress, the diapers returned within a week.

I believe that she used the ‘Drypers’ brand. Pri slowly stopped her bedwetting, but she still got to wear a diaper at night, and was given one hour extra in the morning for her to do her business. By now she was peeing in the toilet, due to peer pressure in school, but she still refused to poop in it. The trick that had worked for me, that is a hole in my diaper on the toilet, and caning, didn’t work for her as she saw through that. I remember I used to ‘hide’ Pri behind the laundry basket, under a pillow in a sort of ‘clothes-fort’ while she did her deed. My first sis preferred to catch her red-handed, but it was rare as her school was in the morning session.

Eventually, the rules were tightened greatly, and her new Nursery 2 school teacher started to be more proactive. With great peer pressure, tight rules and time healing the scar, she finally decided that she didn’t want diapers any more.

You can see here that it took a lot of effort to undo the initial incident of falling into the toilet. It took a long time for Pri to get convinced that the toilet wasn’t going to harm her. That is the basis for The Girl Who Wondered If Only.

– Selv