I have a diaper fetish since I was 12~. I loved to just stare at diaper packages in markets and I loved to snoop around in my friend's houses to see if I could find diapers lying around.
When I was 13, I was courageous enough to buy a pack of diapers with my own money.
Like any other early teenager, I thought my hiding place was perfect.
Mom finds out (parents divorced, by the way)
She confronts me about it, but she was really nice and gave a speech how I was a big boy and big boys don't need diapers (it was not that simple, though, I'm just simplifying) and she never said anything to my dad about this.
She let me keep that package and use it, but I would not be able to buy more.
The speech she gave me actually made me forget about diapers for a long time, but, deep in my mind, the fetish was just asleep.
My fetish returned when I started living alone in my mid 20's, after all, I had all the freedom that I needed and I found lots of diaper related material on the WWW.
During the week I spend most of my time out, I just stay home during weekends/holidays playing video games, using my computer or just listening to music. I gave a copy of my keys to my mother, so she, sometimes, cleans my house to help me (sometimes she also leaves the dinner ready).
My hiding place is a locked drawer in my closet.
One day, I forgot it unlocked and mom went there to clean the place.
When I arrived from work, I found that drawer with my diapers neatly organized.
She never said anything about it, but I can see that she is not very comfortable, one strange look, some words not said, but she respects me.
It's not perfect, but I'm thankful for my mom and I love her a lot.