I've always had a small and very overactive bladder. Over the course of the last few months it has gotten terrible. I went from monthly accidents to weekly to now daily. I lost a job a potential boyfriend and live with my parents. As strange as it may seem I view this as the best thing to happen to me. The challenge of it has allowed me to take myself less seriously and look at what really matters. I've finally been able to accept the fact that I (a grown woman) needs to wear diapers. And though I still cringe at the very thought I feel more free, I'm not always on the prowl for a restroom and accept that accidents will happen. In fact I embrace accidents now. This may sound a little gross but rather than allowing myself to feel incredible pain while interupting whatever I'm doing searching for a bathroom somtimes I just surrender to the urge and clean it up when it's convinent.