I wrote this on another post but looking back it’s the only story I have to explain why I’m a Diaper Lover.
I was potty trained by 2 1/2 and had no issues with bed wetting that I can remember. When I was 6 I messed my pants at the end of pee wee football practice because there was no where to “go” at the field. We practiced 1/2 a block up the street and I rode my bike with my mom and younger brother following. So embarrassed, I rode home real fast and not knowing what to do I slipped off my football pants and underwear and put them directly into the washing machine, got some new underwear and shorts, went into the bathroom before my mom got home with my younger brother. We had dinner and me and my brother went to our room to play. My 6 year old brain thought I was in the clear until my mother in a very angry voice called me to the family room.
There my father and older brother sat on the couch. My soiled football pants and underwear sat on a trash bag on the coffee table with mom standing over them with here arms folded. My younger brother crawled into my dads lap as my mom wrapped the soils close in the bag and demanded an explanation. In tears I told my story. As I went on her anger lessened and explained she was not upset about the accident but not telling her and then lying. I got the “if I was going to poop my pants like a baby I was going to be treated like one.” Right there my shorts and underwear were removed. After seeing my poor job of cleaning myself I was left standing there in just a tee shirt while mom went to get baby wipes. She returned with a the wipes, a diaper and one of my brothers tee shirts.
Her intent must have been to embarrass me because as my brothers and father watched, she lates me down then took her time wiping me clean and putting a white pampers diaper on me. I vividly remember being stood up and having my tee shirt removed and being spun around as my mom inspected the diaper fit and making sure she got all the mess with the wipes. The clean tee shirt was pulled over my head and I was told I was to stop crying and remember this before thinking about lying to her again. I was not to touch the diaper or cover it up until she removed it the next morning. I was sent to my room that I shared with my younger brother. I remember trying to pull the tee shirt down to cover the diaper but mom had used one of my brothers and it just barley covered the waist area. About 20 min later I had calmed down was just sitting on the floor when mom came in with my brother and changed him into the same diaper I was wearing and his pajamas. Wile she put my brother to bed I was told to get a basket of laundry from the laundry room and she would meet me in the bathroom to get ready for bed. Dad and my older brother were still on the couch when I walked past. I felt embarrassed again and began to tear up a little, butt I didn’t cry. As I came back through the room with the basket my dad said “you ok?”. I just nodded my head yes and went to the bathroom. The hall bath (kids bath) is small. Sink, toilet, tub (5x7) and I remember standing on the small stool at the sink to brush my teeth, then catching my reflection in the full length mirror hung on the back of the door. I didn’t hate it.
When mom came in I finished with my teeth and she undid the top tapes and pulled the diaper down so I could go in the toilet. After she re-taped she put me in bed as usual, checked on my sleeping brother and left the room.
I remember laying there for a long time feeling embarrassed at first but eventually realizing it wasn’t uncomfortable and vividly remember the sound of the crinkle when I moved my legs. Mom woke me up the next morning and helped me step out of the dry diaper and put on my close like any other day. She made no comment about the diaper. In fact that incident or even the word diaper was never talked about again. My younger brother stopped wetting at night a few months later and diapers were gone from the house and to this day (I’m 53) at no time were diapers talked about.
At age 8 I was asked to feed the cat next door while the family went on vacation. They had a toddler (2 1/2yrs). And on the changing table were a stack of diapers similar to the one put on me 2 years earlier. To that very moment I had put that incident or any thought of diapers out of my head. Not once did have any thought or desire for diapers. BUT, as I stood there in an empty house looking at the stack I had this overwhelmingly crazy desire to try them on again. I snatched about 6 and took them home. We moved when I was twelve but because that neighbor toddler wore diapers to bed for years I was able to steal a diaper or two on very rare occasions. I never got caught or found out.
Bought my first adult diaper at age 16, Attends 3 tab.
