I know this topic has been discussed before several times over the years but all of those discussions are closed and I wanted to post my memories. I have several.
1. I guess my first memory happened when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I was at friends place and we got to playing on her bunk bed - the top bunk. I discovered that she still had plastic on her bed. She was the same age as me. I remember asking her about this and she told me that she sometimes wet the bed. I couldn't remember the last time that I wet the bed. At some point later, I don't remember how much later, I phoned this girl and her mother wouldn't let me speak to her. Her mother told me that she had been bad and was in diapers for the day. I assumed she must have wet herself or her bed.
2.my second memory goes back to when I was somewhere between three and five. I remember wetting my pants when I was playing outside. I don't think this was an uncommon incident and I don't remember worrying about getting in trouble or getting in trouble.
3. I guess my third memory was several years later, when I was probably 13 years old. My step brother, who is six and a half years younger than me had been put back into diapers on a full time basis. My sister who was four and a half years younger than me was also in an out of diapers at that time. For some reason my mother chose to use cloth diapers and plastic pants. One evening when I was having a shower, there were some plastic pants hanging over the shower rod. I try these on and was immediately excited both mentally and physically.
4. The next thing that happened, I guess, is that okay began stealing cloth diapers and plastic pants from department stores. I then began wearing these almost every night. I never wet them at the time though. One of my thoughts wish that they would protect me from what happens to adolescent boys at night sometimes.
5. The fifth memory that I will share with you right now is it time when I was in junior high school and I was coming home from somewhere, I don't remember where, but I had to go to the bathroom really badly. I finally peed my pants and I was so afraid that either my mother and / or my stepfather was severely discipline me and probably force me into diapers, as they had done with my sister and step brother. I already knew that I liked diapers and plastic pants but did want not want to get punished or forcedly diapered.
Please feel free to comment on what I have said and please post your own early memories.
Please forgive any errors as it is now almost 5 a.m. and I've been up all night.