In the beginning was cotton. Cotton was made into clothe and the clothe diaper was made. Next came the invent of plastic. Leaking diapers we're A Thing of the past, unless you forgot to change the child, or the adult. No pun intended. Also, everyone that is old enough to know what A spanking is, should also remember what petticoat punishment is. You also herd the saying about small towns in the midwest, if you blink, you'll mess it. Will, I lived in this environment for 14 humiliating year's. The town I was in, is called Bekoshey, Ok.. Look it up if you don't believe me. Anyway, the town only had about 90-100 people living there, including children. There was A filling station, A store, A Doctor's office, with one Doctor. Also, A bar, A barber, A volunteer fire station and A six room school house. You could say it is A one Sheriff town. Almost like May-berry with Barney Five as the deputy. Every one knew all about every thing that went on in this town. If someone was sick, all the women wanted to help. If their was A fight, or A town drunk falling down in the gutter, everyone knew. What happened in Bekoshey, stayed in Bekoshey. The town was and probably still is the same. I don't know, I haven't went back to find out.
Any how, like I said in my greeting, I was raised as A girl. The whole town never questioned my moms authority in raising her children. And other families were the same way. You see, a lot of the families older generation knew how to discipline A child. They got the idea from their parents, and so on. So you see, I wasn't the only kid being treated like this. If you were caught getting in trouble, any kind of trouble, you were put in A diaper or petticoat for A time. How long, depended on how severe the crime was. In my case, my mom wanted A girl at the time, and even after my younger sister came along three years latter, every one was use to me dressing as A girl. And as far as the diapers were concerned, she said I would go around pissing my pants and wetting the bed. I don't really remember that far back. So you see, their was no social worker or any other government agency that came around, because know one, according to my mom, ever complained about child abuse. And if A stranger came a-calling, they would see nothing but well behaved children. So you see, when I was shipped to my dads, he couldn't file charges because there wasn't any evidents. I hope I answered any questions or disbelief you may have. And the next time you read or here about A true story like mine, get your facts straight before making A comment or A judgement you know nothing about.