I admit it. I was a lurker. Never felt that I had something to add but I'll give it a shot.
When I was five I had a bicycle/steel garbage can accident and I lost. I was out cold for about fifteen minutes and when I came to, I was totally humiliated by the fact that I had wet my pants. After some time at the hospital I was brought home but was regularly wetting myself. After about three days my I was still wetting and was punished by being made to wear diapers and plastic pants at home.
My sister's friends came over and we played house with me as the baby, of course. Soon they would talk baby talk to me and checking my diapers even when we weren't playing. I started to like the attention and...
To be continued