As a bedwetter I had to wear diapers and rubber pants to bed until I was able to stop wetting my bed at night. I wasn't able to stop until I was 17. My mother insisted on diapering me herself and at the time we had only cloth diapers which of course required diaper pins. My mother insisted that I couldn't pin my diapers on by myself because I was likely to hurt myself and/or I would mess up and not pin my diapers on properly, so she continued to diaper me until I stopped wetting my bed. She would fuss over me, cleaning my diaper areas with a warm damp cloth, drying me and then sprinkling baby powder over my privates telling me she needed to be sure I was cleaned up, powdered and rash free, and then in the mornings she would get me up and take my rubber pants off, unpin my diapers and clean my privates again before helping me dress for school. All this was OK when I was younger but close friends I have told about my experiences, like my wife and earlier girl friends, tell me my mother was treating me like her baby and not letting me grow up, rather than an older teenager who should be able to take of his own diapering and that if she had, I would have stopped wetting my bed much sooner, not have needed to wear diapers and rubber pants so long and probably would not have the diaper and wetting fetishes that I had by the time I left for university. I don't know if they are right, but I have had a life long love to wear diapers, to wet myself, and need a woman to understand and help diaper me especially at night, even though I have no medical reason or need to be diapered.