I was eight years old and sleeping in my mother's bed because I had a bad stomach virus. I was both vomiting and had diarrhea. I told my mother I was afraid I'd mess up her bed, and she replied that she could put a diaper on me. There were still Curity flat cloth diapers and plastic pants in the hallway closet; my younger brother had only been out of diapers for a couple of years.
Mom left and came back with three or four diapers and a pair of plastic pants, along with diaper pins that were kept in a bathroom drawer. I was very small for my age, and although she had to layer two diapers and fold them, they still fit me and she pinned the diaper in place and pulled up the plastic pants.
I fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night. The bedroom lamp was still on, but the hallway and the rest of the house were dark. I remember putting my hand inside the plastic pants and deciding to wet the diaper rather than get out of bed to go to the bathroom. I had no idea what effort that would entail, and I think I tried to wet with limited success for some time. I finally coaxed an appreciable result out of my bladder. I distinctly remember the feel of the wet diaper as I turned on my side and went back to sleep.
Early the next morning, my mom came in, turned down the bedspread and checked my diaper. She went to the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth, then removed the wet diaper, wiped me off and slid my underwear back on. The unused diapers were returned to the hallway closet. I think that because the diaper was just wet, she decided I was well enough to do without them. I've often wondered what the experience might have been like had she kept me in diapers for the rest of the day.
This would have been late 1967 or early 1968, but the memory is still very clear for me more than 50 years later. My mom first caught me with a diaper when I was about 4, and she knew about my attraction to diapers and baby things. She always tried to accommodate my rather odd interests in other areas; I'm unsure whether she diapered me that night because she thought I needed the diaper or because she knew I'd enjoy it.