I am about four years old during all of these stories, and they all really comprise my earliest memories of anything in my life, i've held onto them quite closely and not really shared them with anyone, but here goes, please be kind!
In the first at my grandparents house (who babysat for me often). I remember I had an accident at the time and my grandmother "threatened" to put me back in diapers if I had another accident. Needless to say, I had another "accident" (not such an accident this time) and much to my disappointment I was not diapered. I remember reminding my grandma of her threat to diaper me, something that I think shocked her, how often does a child remind an adult about a punshiment they are supposed to recieve O
Another time we were at home, it was probably around the same time, I was in daycare and we went for a walk in the local park (we had ropes where you held onto the hand holds so you wouldn't get lost!), while we were out I had to pee badly, I alerted one of the careteakers who tried to take me back to the daycare so I could use the toilet, but didn't make it and wet my pants halfway there. I remember she took me inside and went through the "spare pants" box. They only had some ugly pair of corduroy pants and I refused to wear them, saying i'd rather stay in my wet pants. This did not go over well, the caretaker tried to forcefully take my pants off and I fought back I think kicking her. She picked me up and took me over to the changing table, strapping me down, I think intending to just use that to keep me from hurting her while she put new pants on me. But, there were the diapers and not a few minutes later I found myself diapered and I remained so for the rest of the day (at least a few changes) until I got home and my mother removed them later (and then punished me for what I did to the teacher (I got spankings)).
And, finally, we were at my home and both of my parents were there and were cleaning out the house, one of the things they found was a box of my old diapers with perhaps 5 or 6 left. I think they both asked if either of them knew anyone with a baby who could use them but fortunately neither did. My mother suggested that I should just "use them up", my father objected that it would "confuse me". My mother, being my mother, ignored him and proceeded to just pick me up and put me on my old baby changing table (which was still in my bedroom) and diaper me (I don't even recall being asked if I wanted to!). I do remember that I was quite excited by it, I almost immediately ran into the bathroom (yes, it did confuse me, LOL!) and pooped in the diaper. My mother wasn't exactly thrilled by cleaning up dirty diapers again and said not to poop any more of them, but I do remember finishing the remaining diapers and gettng changed just like a baby then. I also remember that briefly after this the three of us were shopping in the supermarket and while passing the diapers I asked my father to buy some for me, he told me I was a big boy, didn't need diapers etc.. I protested a bit too much and recall getting punished for that one too, lol.
Between these last two events, totally the cause of my ABDLisim.