There were these 3 girls at my elementary school that wore diapers. 2 of them in wheelchairs and 1 with a limpy leg. Always heard her diaper crinkle whenever she walked and it was always something I liked hearing. They all went throughout the day to the nurses office to get their diapers changed, but 4th and 5th grade me couldn't comprehend that because the subject of diapers was totally unknown to me. The class we were in could all hear her diaper crinkle, but never saw it except me one day when I saw one of the wheelchair bound girl stuffing her backpack full of diapers. I only caught a glimpse of it, but I knew they were white diapers of plastic in there because this was in the 90s. I don't think they made any cloth backed diapers for 10 year old kids back then. I know she was embarrassed from me looking at the spectacle but I couldn't help it. I was totally fixated on anything that had to do with diapers. This was from a time where my desire for diapers was on the back burner, but still on my mind and whenever I saw one, it was like a glowing treasure chest in an RPG. It's so sad I couldn't have one at all ever growing up. I had to wait till I was around 23 or 24 to finally get my own. this was years and years of suppressing my strong as ever desire for just one little diaper.
I used to watch my young cousin get his diaper changed my my aunt whenever we were together. I didn't know why, but I just wanted the same treatment too. From what little I can remember, my changes were harsh, and I remember crying a lot. Could've been from rashes, or my mom wiping me too hard, but whenever I saw my aunt changing her son, it was always joyous and full of love and care. Something I was never shown. That's probably why I was always drawn to it. I just wanted the same love she showed her kids.