You're not alone. My 6yo step-daughter showed signs of regression and interest in wearing diapers/pull-ups before she turned 5. It is not uncommon for potty trained kids to suddenly want to wear diapers. Trying to stop this behavior through criticizing, shaming, or depriving it will only reinforce it, and you will harm your relationship with her.
This is my story for how my wife and I researched this behavior and what we did in order to maintain harmony and positive emotional growth with ours.
She has ADD, is on the spectrum, but high-functioning. Her regression was introduced through bed wetting due to various stressors. Mom and bio-father splitting up,(never married) lost their home due to foreclosure—neglect of her dad. Her bio-father has mental illnesses, alcoholic, gambler, irresponsible. This kept my GF trapped as primary caregiver and housekeeper while he worked and pissed away their income to alcohol and gambling. She had to break away for her daughter and her own welfare. They were more or less done with each other but stayed together as they moved in with relatives to maintain the image of mommy and daddy for their daughter. She wore pull-ups at night for convenience.
She was very fearful of being left in a room alone, and couldn’t go potty by herself. If I were in the bathroom I’d later find her scared in a corner under blankets and she’d have peed her pants. Other times she’d deliberately pee her pants in front of me. I’d calmly say, ‘that’s a silly thing to do. why did you pee your pants?’ And she’d say ‘because I want a pull-up’. I’d tell her ‘use the potty, those pull-ups are for nighttime' Some days she’d have held her pee all day. At bedtime we’d tell her to go potty, she would go(or so we thought) we’d get her into the pull-up, she’d stare off into space, giggle, and declare “I’m pee-peeing my pull-up...” completely soaking it. We’d get a little serious and tell her not to do that, you’re supposed to go in the potty, take it off and throw it away, then stick her in a dry one. Some mornings she would wake up dry and before we could tell her to get dressed she’d use it instead of taking it off and using the toilet. Other times I’d get her dressed and later that day notice a bulge in her pants. We wanted to take the pull-ups out of the equation when she stopped bedwetting or nighttime potty train her but that was impossible. She is a heavy sleeper, can't be woken easily, and requires children's brand melatonin to get to sleep.
We knew how common regression can be influenced by stresses, major life changes, and she checked the list. Children on the spectrum do have greater difficulty adjusting to change and they will harbor a deeper rutted resentment than neurotypical when forced out of their comfort zones. When she asked to wear them, we calmly discussed it with her, asked if this is something that she likes, and she told us she likes wearing and peeing in them. We tried explaining the social problems this could cause for her with friends in words she could understand. Knowing that if she is deprived and forbidden to having it we would see other un-desirable behaviors, her feeling isolated, and ashamed of herself. Stealing diapers, buying them in secret, or contacting strangers on the internet when she's older.
In our research we read many stories of adults that had this diaper obsession as kids who were met with shame, rejection, and other negative responses from their parents, and it only caused emotionally damage and reinforced their desires. We think that if we rejected, criticized, or shamed her it would prolong the desire and harm our relationship with her. Then there is the possibility if we just indulge and allow it, this could just be a phase she might grow out of.
Soooooo... We now allow her to wear diapers and pull-ups during the daytime when she wants them.
Allowing it became a privilege. She knows they cost money and can be taken away for bad behavior. They have helped sensory overloads or meltdown, when she can’t deal with reality, and needs the comfort of a diaper while cuddling with me or mom like a baby. She is much more adaptable to new routines, and learning new things has been easier and helped reduce the amount of nervous energy she often displays. She fully understands it’s her secret, and she could be made fun by other kids. She mostly wears them at home. It took time, but she understand the hygiene upkeep involved in the ritual of changing and getting cleaned up. Initially it was that she change herself, but she prefers that I change her. She knows what she wants, when its inappropriate to wear them, and some days she’ll choose panties even if there are no day plans where panties are the better choice. She doesn’t wet her pants on purpose anymore and it's not like she is un-potty trained. She occasionally has accidents but that's normal for a kid on the edge of special needs.
We accept her as she is and love her unconditionally. Diapers and pull-ups had become her imprinted transitional object through no fault of herself. She experienced many stresses that drove her to desire the safety, security, simplicity, and routine permanence she had from a different time in her life. During that time she was still in diapers, and she seeks to have that as a means to cope with what she’s been through and could still be going through. Pull-ups and diapers are now just recreation, and sensory therapy objects for her. It just happens to be on her body, and she likes the feeling of peeing in it... She couldn’t be happier, and my bond with her grew very rapidly since our choice to allow it.
We feel that since allowing her pull-ups and diapers in the daytime has been a small positive contribution to her growth and well-being. She is much more loving and is very open to talking to us about her feelings, and doesn’t clam up about something that’s bothering her. I never thought that in the short amount of time I had been parenting her she’d tell me that she loves me, frequently asks me when Mommy and I are getting married. Expresses that she really wants me to be her step-dad. When will mommy and I make her a baby brother or sister.
We can safely say that allowing it in the way we have was probably the best resolution. "This makes you happy? And you feel good in them? And you understand that if your friends learn about this, they will probably make fun of you? Ok, whatever floats your boat... we love you and support you." Her mother and I would much rather have a very strong loving relationship with our kid early on, than having a socially distant kid full of resentment, shame, emotional traumas, likely closed off to discussing her problems with us.
If you can learn to be ok with it, accepting her as she is, and her understanding that it does not disgust you, and she feels safe with you about this. You may begin to see a completely different personality that can be nurtured at a very different pace.
Have you tried talking to her about it. Maybe take her to the doctor and see what they say.
I thought I might be able to offer my perspective on this as I am one of those “diaper freaks”.
I have dealt with a lot of feelings all my life because of this fetish. And maybe you will find this hard to understand, but I did not choose to like diapers, that I can absolutely guarantee. I tried to change myself so I could just be normal. I begged god over and over “why?” “Why did you make me like diapers?” I never told anyone about my desire to wear them. But I knew I shouldn’t want to wear them, and I would get an absolute craving for them. I tried to resist the feelings that compelled me to want them. But I would find those feelings would just come back even stronger. And I had no idea what was wrong with me. You just have no idea what that was like. I felt so alone and afraid, guilty and ashamed. I was just a freak, even though I have never harmed anyone in my entire life. I knew nobody would understand, because I didn’t even understand. Well, it gets worse when my mom found some diapers in my room when I was at school. I came home and got ambushed by her the second I came in the door. She started screaming at me, saying I was a “sicko” and I should be ashamed and she warned me as she was beating me while I rolled around on the floor trying to protect my face an$ body with my arms. She had a leather belt and was hitting me anywhere she could hit me. I begged her to “stop” and I said “I’m sorry!” “Please!” “I promise I won’t do it again!”. My mom kept stopping to yell at me in between hitting me. “I won’t have a filthy kid in my house!” And “if I ever find out you are wearing diapers again I will put you in foster care with the state or Juvenile hall!” And I’d never seen her so angry before. And I was just sobbing uncontrollably and I thought my life was over. I was so ashamed, I hated myself. And I never harmed anyone. But if my own mom felt that way, I knew nobody was going to help me or understand me. I just cannot convey to you how much that hurt me. It hurts me even today, 40 years later. Not the diapers, but the loneliness and feelings of despair. I have never felt so low in my life as I did that day. But unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the last time. And I really tried to never think about diapers again. And for a little while I thought I was going to be over those desires. But not long after that I found myself craving to wear a diaper again, but even stronger than before. This feeling was like being scared to death of not being able to stop myself, and I still thought it was my fault. I was terrified, and I felt ashamed, guilty, alone, confused, angry and cheated out of just being “normal”.
I could go on and on with the repeated cycle of craving them, then after I felt satisfied, I would get rid of the rest of the diapers, feeling disgusted with myself and swearing “never again”! But I bet you can see the cycle here. Over and over again, each time I sincerely thought I could stop liking the diapers. And I’d fail again and repeat the same thing.
This was the most self destructive pattern I think a person can get into. Not the diapers, but the self hatred and shame. I spent years like that, until finally I had enough and I swallowed all of my medications at once. And if it wasn’t for my little sister finding me before the pills had a chance to dissolve, I would never have woke up. My sister knew something was wrong because I was sobbing and telling her that I was sorry. I didn’t want to tell her what I did, but she saw the empty pill bottles and she scrambled to get me in the car. My Dad woke up and helped too. I was sure I was going to die and I felt at peace. I just sat in the backseat and felt numb, but I also felt a sense of relief that I wouldn’t suffer anymore. But we arrived at the hospital and I was taken into the ER and soon had a whole lot of action going on. They were trying to ask me questions, but I just refused to say anything. And I was sure that I had won. But they strapped me down and forced a catheter into my bladder so they could do a urine test for toxins. Which wasn’t a very pleasant experience. But my sister gave them the empty bottles and they proceeded to pump my stomach. Also a very unpleasant experience. And the whole thing was for nothing because the pills came back mostly undissolved. And I wasn’t a happy person.
I’ll just cut this short, after I was watched overnight, the police took me to a locked-up mental facility called “Pioneer Center North”
I had to go to a court procedure to be involuntary committed, and I was given a 90 day inpatient treatment. Which was a whole other ordeal and I won’t get into that right now.
But my point is, I nearly lost everything, my life. All over something that wasn’t illegal or immoral. It was a harmless fetish that only was destructive because of the intense shame and the hatred I felt toward myself because I didn’t know I was not a hopeless mental case. They gave me therapy, but not to stop my desire to wear diapers. Because that cannot be changed. They helped me to feel less shame and to learn that I wasn’t a bad person, and I was perfectly okay to want diapers. That was not a problem at all. The problem was my self loathing. They even let me wear diapers and helped me learn to accept that part of myself. It took me a long time to begin to feel okay, but I did eventually find a way to be happy with who I was. So I really hope you can find a way to accept that your daughter is not a freak, she’s just a little girl who doesn’t know why she wants to wear a padded pair of underwear to feel safe or comfortable. And really that’s about all it really means. It’s not worth destroying her self esteem to prevent her from feeling comfortable in a padded pair of underwear. I promise you won’t regret just letting her be whoever she is, and so long as nobody is getting hurt, why would you destroy your relationship over something so harmless to anyone? If you cannot find a way to accept her, she will resent you for not being understanding. When that’s all she wants from her family. The people who are the ones that should be there to tell her it’s going to be okay.
Thanks for reading, I hope that you work everything out. Take care and have a nice day.
Odds are she won't outgrow it completely, but I often feel if my mother had allowed me to wear diapers when I was seven I might have it grown it.
My mother took me to a shrink, and he told her I shouldn't wear them or it could mess up my development.
I used to steal them from my cousins' diaper bags, or the local pharmacy, until I was able to get the money to buy them, and wear them at night. My mother caught me wearing them a few times and the shame reinforced my desire to wear them.
I do badly wanted my mother to make me wear them, and her off them on me, be was too afraid to actually tell her that, plus telling her I wanted to wear them ruined the whole thing for me. Her just knowing I wanted to ruined it for me.
Your daughter is at least forward why you about it.
It's like Dexter's murder thing, it's going to happen, it has to happen... At least she's not a cereal killer.
I'd give her what she wants, and take it a step further than what she asked for, because she may be afraid to ask or asking ruins it for her... If but a package of the tape-on kind, and tell her you had to put it on her to make sure it was fine correctly. Tell her she can only wear them to bed, but then let her get ready for bed an hour or so earlier so she can wear them for an hour or so before bed or she might stay awake enjoying the fact she's wearing one and not getting enough sleep.
I personally would even make a deal with her, that you have to put them on her and take them off, or she can't wear them anymore, and then "forget" to take them off her until later in the day in weekends. Constantly be to busy to get to it, you'll change her in a bit.... And then don't, until it's time for her to go out and play it whatever.... And the DEAL is, at any time, she can take them off, but if she does, she's fine with diapers for good... (Be ready, if she breaks the deal, then later says she wants to wear diapers again, oh well, she'll probably be a diaper lover for life... Let her change herself at that point and ignore it, you tried to give her what she wanted to get into it).
Also, I can't know, but bet she would love it (and never say it) if you made her wear them staying the night at family's houses... Grandma's or Aunts & Uncles'.
I wish my mother had done that for me, and I think I would have find memories to look back on, instead of a desire to go back in time, and a feeling of regret that I can't go back in time. I might have got over it, but now never can.
It's worth a shot, and if it doesn't work at least you tried. It's worth a shot, and if it didn't work, and least you have her what she wanted/asked for (and more). If it doesn't work, nothing will. That's just life.
Like I said, it could be worse, she could be a serial killer, or into drugs (I know, seven), or into causing other people pain, or into cutting herself, etc. A desire to wear diapers, you've got a good kid in your hands. Sure, a desire for boobies would be considered more main stream. Feet are very big. Shoes, sucking toes, poo, pee... Yuck! I think you and her got lucky considering all the other things she could have ended up being into.
If you can afford it (your insurance covers it) try talking to a therapist i.e. a psychologist with your daughter. I guess it goes without saying that psychologists who have experience with children are probably the best choice.
In the meantime, or if you can't get professional help, try to find out why she wants diapers. Don't pry too much and reassure her that whatever the answer, you love her and deeply care for her. Make It clear you are aware she probably doesn't wet the bed and that she should feel safe telling you of any other concerns she has.
What you did previously, threatening to shame her, will make her clam up about the diaper wearing. It then becomes a secret that she may or may not pursue in private and that presents a bigger problem and possibly there's little hope of resolving it.
Finally, the therapist isn't there just to coax an answer out of her. They will also try to help you resolve your feelings towards this behavior. In their eyes, it's about giving you both a bit more perspective and hopefully mutual understanding and eventually setting healthy boundaries when it comes to the behavior in question.
The crux of it is, make sure your daughter feels supported and able to talk about difficult topics with you. Avoid shaming, and allow for conversation. Parenting is hard. Good luck.