I was so ashamed, but my desire to wear diapers and plastic pants also drove me to steal them from stores, or when mom babysat for neighbors.
Gerber used to make a fairly large baby plastic pant I was able to fit into, with a diaper on, until I was about 10.
I used to have small wetting accidents at about four years of age. My twin brother had a few, but I was more prone. When discovered, Mom would remove my wet pants and underwear and then put me in a cloth diaper, and just a T-shirt for clothes the rest of the day as a punishment and to try and get me to stop wetting.
I was strangely comforted by being "babied" like this given the painful foot brace I wore, and other medical things going on. So, I guess a part of me has never grown up.
At different times my mom would find whatever I was using as a diaper, and the occasional plastic pants I could get a hold of. Each time was the same. She'd ask me sternly why I was doing this and I could only shrug as at that age I didn't know. She'd then threaten that the next time she found diapers she would tell my dad, to try and scar me from continuing to do this. (I wasn't at all afraid of my dad, just would have felt ashamed.)
But after my first two back surgeries at about 13. I began to have IC issues. The two surgeries were a week apart and I was heavily sedated and cathed. One night a nurse was turning me to prevent bed sores. She got tangled up with the cath and all but pulled it out. That sure brought me out of my sedation for a bit!
After a few months, I'd occasionally have bladder spasms, or a need to void even though just less than thirty minutes prior I had already emptied my bladder.
Given my history with my mom, I was afraid to say anything to the nurses, where I was hospitalized for eight months after the two back surgeries, and again for six months after another. (Things were done a lot differently back in the 70's!) These were usually small settings I could keep hidden.
Once home, I would drink very little fluid during the day to avoid having an accident at school. It was all a very difficult time in my life around my AB and the IC going on.
By the age of 21, my urine flow was just a trickle. I finally saw an urologist and what was causing my trouble all these years was scar tissue that kept building up from when the nurse had yanked on the catheter. He had to completely reconstruct my urinary tract, which was not fun! After that, the IC wasn't an issue.
Then in 1999, I had two more lumbar surgeries, the second was to reconstruct the fusion and allow me to walk a little straighter. Not sure why, but this left me with moderate IC which has been ongoing.
Sorry for the long response. Recalling my stealing plastic pants got me to remembering my entire story.