Now this topic bugs me! Every time I read a thread on this topic, the stories told seem to end up being either fantasy or complete BS, or else someone will claim every story is fantasy or complete BS!
At the risk of being flamed, here is my one and only account of being diapered by my parents when out.....
As a bed wetting child, I wore either trainers or diapers to bed. Occasionally, if we did a long car trip, I would wear protection when travelling, but this only happened a few times. Only once was I diapered on an outing.....
When I was about 8, my parents took me to the drive-in for a double feature. This was the mid seventies, and I think it was to see "Herbie" and "Benji." Not completely sure but I think so. Now we had been to the drive-in a few times, but never to see 2 films.
Usually all the little kids would wear their pyjamas, and play in the playground before it got dark, and this is what I did. It must have been spring or autumn, as it got dark reasonably early, and was a bit cool. I wore my flannel PJs and a pair of terry trainers as undies.
We got there, and I was straight to the playground where there must of been 15-20 kids running around, most dressed like me. Before the movie started, mum came and got me, we went to the bathroom, and bought some food and drinks.
We watched the first movie, then there was intermission. I was keen to go straight back to the playground right away.
"Let's go to the toilet first." Mum said.
So off we go. I'm about to enter the men's room as before, but she stopped me and told me to go into the ladies with her. I didn't really want to, but she was insistent. She took me to a stall and told me to go, which I did. I was about to exit the stall, but she came in behind me and closed the door.
All of a sudden I could tell what was going to happen.
"Pull your pants down." She whispered.
"I don't need my sleep pants. I'm not going to fall asleep!" I whined.
"Do as I tell you or we are going home straight away!"
Well, you just can't argue with grown-up logic like that.
I pulled down my pyjama bottoms and stepped out of them while grumbling. I went to take my trainers off, but she told me to leave them on! Now that was unusual!
I stood there, legs akimbo as she pulled out one of my disposable "sleep pants" and fastened it over my trainers. I put my PJs back on and we left.
I vividly remember the strange sensations I was feeling. I wore trainers with plastic panties or a nappy every night at home, and rarely wore my PJ bottoms. I felt zero embarrassment wearing in front of my parents, and it was no big deal. If someone arrived unexpectedly I would hurry and put pants on, but wearing at home was normal and ok. Apart from some car trips, I hadn't worn in public since I was a toddler. I did feel a bit shy, not sure embarrassed would be correct, just a bit self conscious. At the same time the familiar feelings of safety and security where there.
We went back to the snack bar, and under the bright lights I convinced myself that nobody could tell. With the benefit of hindsight, they probably could, but what can you do? We returned to the car, and mum said I could go and play again. I was unsure because of the nappy, but she convinced me you couldn't tell. She said I wouldn't be the only kid wearing them anyway.
So I went and played. Nobody seemed to notice, nor did they say anything. I was looking for any other kid who may be wearing, but apart from the very young ones, 3-4 years old, I seemed to be it. Or maybe there was more and I just couldn't tell.
Back to the car for the movie. I stayed awake and enjoyed it.
Once during the movie I needed to wee.
"I need a wee mum. Can I use my "sleep pants?"
"Are they still dry?"
"Of course they are! I'm not a baby!"
"I'll take you to the toilet."
"Why can't I just wet in my nappy?"
That's when dad stepped in and in no uncertain terms told me that mum would take me to the toilet, and I was not going to start wetting my "sleep pants" while I was awake.
"They're for sleep accidents only. Not for laziness!" He told me.
So mum took me, helped me out and back into them, and we returned to the car.
My nappy was still dry when we got home.
So this is the difference between a true story and a fictional fantasy.
1. I was not put into diapers for punishment for wetting myself.
2. Nobody saw me, or at least commented.
3. There was only minimal embarrassment and no humiliation.
4. I didn't use my diaper
5. I encountered no other kids in nappies.
When you take those common threads out it becomes a bit boring I suppose, but that's the truth.
Anyone else got any TRUE stories?