I was out shopping with my mum at Daiso, a popular Japanese departmental store. They have a wide variety of household organisation products, and the price is always $2. (Apparently it still is RM5 in Malaysia…)

Anyway, mum was engrossed with the cutlery section, and I was browsing the handicraft section. Their products all hand from shelves, which permit conversation to pass through. It was because of this auditory feature that I overheard a three year old tell his mother that he needed the toilet.

Curious, and being near the end of the row, I snuck over to examine the fridge magnets at the end of that row, while peeking into their row, which had no other people. What I observed would have made any ABDL excited, but others would have felt sad for the child.

The child was bearing over, trying to do his deed. A few moments later, the mother removed his pants and exposed his diaper, remarking audibly that “it’s easier for you to berak (‘poop’ in Malay)”. The three year-old then squatted fully and started straining. I then turned and walked away.

At that point I was feeling more sorry for the child, that his own mother had exposed him during a very private moment, then thrilled at seeing an actual diaper. Who would strip their own child’s clothes down to their underwear in the middle of a crowded store?¬†She should have escorted him to the toilets, before allowing him to continue.

I feel that not only was it irresponsible of that lady for doing that, but she was also passively reinforcing the notion that it is okay to take off your clothes in public, not to mention that it is okay to poop in your diaper. That section of the store was going to stink up, other shoppers were going to get affected.

Diapers may be designed to catch bodily emissions, but after all, they are an erstwhile form of underwear. Except when swimming, nobody exposes their underwear in public. Please, let use not subject kids to this kind of humiliation.

– Selv

Grocery Shopping

A week ago, I was out grocery shopping at the nearby (New-Town) centre. I had bought my stuff and was on my way home when I bumped into an old neighbour, who had moved into her son’s house a few years ago.

We exchanged the usual formalities (How are you, how’s your health; Look at you, how you have grown). We talked for a bit. I asked her about her husband. And she said something unexpected. She said, and I translate, “My husband is bedridden, he needs to wear Pampers. Look here”, she said. And she showed me what she was carrying in her plastic bags – 2 bags of adult diapers. I hadn’t noticed them, and I stood there, a little unsure of how to react. We parted ways and I carried on home.

That little encounter made me think. The vast majority of people who use diapers fall into the category of the elderly – those highly dependant on others. I had seen my grandmother go through this too. It was a very sad moment, as I saw an old woman lamenting about the poor state of her husband’s health. I wanted to say something to comfort her. I also wanted to tell her that the diapers that she had bought were of poor quality, but that would have been a PR disaster.

I guess this was a reminder for me, a reminder that what I do as a DL is not the most socially acceptable thing.

I did not wear my weekly saturday diaper that week.

– Selv

An Unusual Sight

Some of you may remember that I was due to finish a novel by the end of November. Sadly, I don’t think I could finish it by then. Stuff just kept popping up. I’ve also fixed the broken link to my story at ABDLStoryForum.

Today I was at NTUC Simei Buying some groceries. I was at the cashier, paying for my stuff when the next customer queued up behind me. She was a Chinese lady in her mid-thirtees. I noticed that all she had was a pack of Mamy Poko size XXL diapers, as well as some wipes.

Her young daughter was there too. She couldn’t have been older than six, and was bespectacled, wearing a white blouse and yellow shorts. As far as I could tell, she was a healthy Singaporean girl.

I observed the little girl for a bit. She was acting shy and embarrassed, and was trying to hide behind the mother. Alas, I didn’t get to see if her bottom was padded.

It made me wonder – could these have really been for her? Why did her mother bring her daughter down to the supermarket at three in the afternoon, just to buy some diapers that were her size? Could it have been that she had just started bedwetting, and that these were for her, for naps and nighttime? Or could it be that she still pooped only in diapers, and her supply had run out, therefore mother and daughter had to rush down to buy them at that hour?

I wish I knew the true story. But sadly, I don’t.

Meme

 

-Selv