Update: I don't know how to reply to all these comments without getting redundant, so I'll put it this way:
"Thanks so much for caring!"
Applies to all of you.

(Original post)
Something has flooded my thoughts very massively very quickly... something that makes me weary of being a diaper lover...

>>WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST IS HIGHLY EMO AND ANNOYING<<

Let me tell you a little more about what happened when I confessed to my parents about my fetish; I was confident that there really was nothing wrong with it. My parents kept saying "it was wrong" basically, but never made any legitimate argument. So I was feeling more secure about myself that I am okay with what I do on here. That is, until my mom said this:

"...it steals from a marriage."

That got me. So, now that I had no way to argue against that, I stopped talking about diapers with my parents, and am still pretty much going to deviantArt and Writing.com behind their backs. So ultimately, everything feels the same as it did before.

But still, what my mom said has been continuously poking at me since then. And just this night, I looked at the evidence of my own actions and discovered a frightening fact that very much confirms my mom's insight:

*I feel like despite my nerdiness, I have caught up with the rest of the world socially. But still, I have had no girlfriend. Recently, I realized that it was mostly because I have found almost no girl I liked enough. I keep trying, but I just can't love people like I feel I'm supposed to. But I know deep inside of me that I COULD find a significant other, I just don't yet have the determination to get one.

*But look at the other side of the spectrum, you'll find that I have spent hundreds of dollars, gone through countless combined hours of planning and plotting, put my reputation and the trust of my parents at risk, rearranged my room to make secret compartments, and walked tirelessly from my house to a store... to get my hands on packs of diapers.

*Oh yeah, and when I'm in bed, um, imagining: my imaginary story involves diapers at least 95% of the time, probably more.

For those of you who still can't see what I'm getting at, let me just explain it bluntly: I like diapers A LOT FREAKING MORE THAN HUMANS AT THIS POINT. And making the comparison completely logically; which is better; a majestically created body with a soul and mind as infinitely complex as you, or a fucking diaper?

My conclusion, ladies and gentlemen; is that I need to start taking my desire for padding less seriously. Now don't worry, I don't plan on losing all my diaperality and never logging on again, I just need... to move up.

I'm sharing all these deep (and kind of stupid) feelings with you guys because 1: you're awesome, and 2: when I don't know what to think of something, it all makes sense to me after I write it down and let people see it. Thanks for all the fun you good ol' diaper loving community, for the fun both in the past and the future. And special thanks to anyone who cared enough to read all this.