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Elli
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Hey, this is going to sound OTT and weird, but this is the truth. There was one ocassion when my parents gave me two adult nappies when I was a child. I will explain...
Both my parents are nurses and give 100% to their jobs, giving more than they are paid to do, always trying to make life good for the patients. As a child I was always quite curious about what all the medical equipment etc did and although I was kept at an appropriate distance from actual patients (other than those who loved kids) I got more experience and education in medical things than most kids would.
At the same time, I spent my entire childhood being obsessed with and envious of baby things. I wanted to be a toddler again, like many here - I'd guess. I used to make 'play pens' out of chairs and stuff like that.
Well, on one ocassion, when I was maybe 9 or 10 these interests must have co-incided. I must have heard of and got interested in how in the hospitals (and nursing homes) there were 'giant' nappies. I guess I wanted one, but I don't remember any of that part, just that both my parents brought one home for me. I remember my Dad bringing home a 'large' one and my Mum saying, that's too big, no way is she a large. She had brought medium (Still big though, I was a slim kid)
I never used those nappies, nor wore them as underwear. My parents would have freaked and taken them away. Neither did I desire to do those things. I wore them over my trousers. I remember they were done up for me in a lose way so I could take them on and off, just to play dressing up I guess.
I'm also pretty sure they were done up first, then given to me. Or at least there was no more fuss than helping a kid do up a coat or something, not any weird 'diapering' experience. Nothing like that. I would remember it if there had been.
The nappies were kept in my bag of dolls clothes. I remember being a bit unnerved by them because they had a funny hospital smell and they were cumbersome to a child, I couldn't really manage them and they frustrated me. I only remember playing with them once, I went outside, along the back lane wearing one over my trousers but under a big rain mack.
I remember them being in amongst the dolls clothes for a while and they disappeared at some point. In hindsight, now that adult nappies are like treasure, I can hardly believe that time when my parents gave me two. It seems like a wierd dream. And really quite a weird one too.
We often used to have the big hospital Attends cardboard boxes at home too. That is, the ones that were to be thrown away otherwise. We used to use them to put the hamster in while we cleaned the cage each week.
To my parents though, adult nappies are a matter of fact insignificant part of work, like wheelchairs and drip stands. It's not meaningful to them. They probably wouldn't remember bringing those home.
Both my parents are nurses and give 100% to their jobs, giving more than they are paid to do, always trying to make life good for the patients. As a child I was always quite curious about what all the medical equipment etc did and although I was kept at an appropriate distance from actual patients (other than those who loved kids) I got more experience and education in medical things than most kids would.
At the same time, I spent my entire childhood being obsessed with and envious of baby things. I wanted to be a toddler again, like many here - I'd guess. I used to make 'play pens' out of chairs and stuff like that.
Well, on one ocassion, when I was maybe 9 or 10 these interests must have co-incided. I must have heard of and got interested in how in the hospitals (and nursing homes) there were 'giant' nappies. I guess I wanted one, but I don't remember any of that part, just that both my parents brought one home for me. I remember my Dad bringing home a 'large' one and my Mum saying, that's too big, no way is she a large. She had brought medium (Still big though, I was a slim kid)
I never used those nappies, nor wore them as underwear. My parents would have freaked and taken them away. Neither did I desire to do those things. I wore them over my trousers. I remember they were done up for me in a lose way so I could take them on and off, just to play dressing up I guess.
I'm also pretty sure they were done up first, then given to me. Or at least there was no more fuss than helping a kid do up a coat or something, not any weird 'diapering' experience. Nothing like that. I would remember it if there had been.
The nappies were kept in my bag of dolls clothes. I remember being a bit unnerved by them because they had a funny hospital smell and they were cumbersome to a child, I couldn't really manage them and they frustrated me. I only remember playing with them once, I went outside, along the back lane wearing one over my trousers but under a big rain mack.
I remember them being in amongst the dolls clothes for a while and they disappeared at some point. In hindsight, now that adult nappies are like treasure, I can hardly believe that time when my parents gave me two. It seems like a wierd dream. And really quite a weird one too.
We often used to have the big hospital Attends cardboard boxes at home too. That is, the ones that were to be thrown away otherwise. We used to use them to put the hamster in while we cleaned the cage each week.
To my parents though, adult nappies are a matter of fact insignificant part of work, like wheelchairs and drip stands. It's not meaningful to them. They probably wouldn't remember bringing those home.
