Author: Anonymous
This is a true story on how I started wearing diapers again. As you can see from the title this took place a long time ago. For that reason I can't remember precisely what was said so needless to say I have taken some liberties with the dialog but it's pretty darn close. The timeline and occurrences are very accurate.
I was In first grade. My aunt would often come over to the house with
her son who was about two years old and in diapers. I would see him
walking around and taking naps in them and sometimes I would wonder how
it would feel to wear one.
Thinking about it would make me feel kind
of funny in a oddly pleasant way. One afternoon I was going out the
front door when I saw my aunts diaper bag next to the couch and couldn't
resist looking in it. In it was a couple of folded diapers some pins and
powder and a pair of baby pants. Suddenly I got the idea to take the
baby pants into my closet and try them on. My mom and aunt were in the
kitchen having coffee so I pulled them out and put them down the front
of my pants and took off for my room. Getting in the closet I pulled
them up and they were so small I was just barely able to get them over
my shorts. I was nervous and scared by what I was doing. I stood there
for a few minutes just touching them. Suddenly it occurred to me that if
my aunt went into that bag and found them missing I was a dead duck she
would know it had to be me. Pulling them off real quick I hurried back
to the bag and put them back just like I found them. I ran out the front
door. I knew what I had done was wrong but couldn't help thinking how
good it made me feel. The idea of going in and confessing was out of the
question I was so embarrassed and confused there was no way I could
bring myself to do it. I made up my mind I was never going to do that
again and from then on whenever my aunt would come over I would avoid
her and her son like the plague.
I had not felt well for a couple of days and was getting worse. I
hadn't said anything to my mom about feeling sick and did my best to
hide it from the very beginning because at school we had a field trip
scheduled to a fire station and I was crazy about fire trucks. I had
waited two weeks for the trip and wasn't about to miss it. The morning
of the tour I got up and really felt bad. I knew if I got anywhere near
mom she would know I was sick and I wouldn't be going anywhere so I
pretended to be late and yelled goodbye to mom and slipped out the
front She normally would have chased me down and made me eat breakfast
but I guess she knew how excited I was about the fire station tour and
just let it go..
When I got to school my sides hurt so bad I wanted
to cry. I went into the bathroom and vomited and felt a little better.
We walked to the fire station and started the tour and before long I
vomited all over their floor and down the front of me. The teacher
checked me and said I had a fever and was going to call my mom. A little
while later mom showed up to walk me home. The teacher told her that
several of my classmates had been down with the flu the last few days
and was sure that's what I had. When we got home mom put me right to
bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. That evening mom
tried to get me to eat but I couldn't. The next morning I was worse and
my sides felt like someone had kicked me in them. I didn't tell mom
about my sides hurting because I knew she would take me to the doctors
and didn't want any part of that. I slept the rest of the day and that
night.
The next morning mom came in. I had wet the bed and there was blood in my urine, I was covered in sweat and both my sides were so sore I couldn't even sit up. I was turning yellow from jaundice and mom just about flipped out and hurriedly called my dad at work and he said he would be home in a few minutes and take us to the doctors and for mom to call ahead and tell him we were coming in. Dad had to carry me because I had the worlds worst case of the spinners and was so weak and my sides hurt so bad I couldn't walk. The doc had me pee in a cup and went into another room. When he returned he told my parents I had nephritis which was a very severe and dangerous kidney and bladder infection and had to go to the children's hospital at once. He called ahead and arranged to have me checked in.
As soon as we got there the nurses put me in a treatment room and they started IV's in both arms. by this time I was so out of it I didn't care what they did. Years later talking to my mom she said when I was admitted I was nearly in complete kidney and renal failure and went into a coma for four straight days. They had massive doses of antibiotics going in the IV and had to give me chilling baths continuously to try and control the fever. They told my parents it was a about a 50/50 chance that my kidneys would shut down completely and then renal failure would finish me off. They said the next 72 hours would be the most critical.and if I did make it I was going to have major kidney and bladder damage. Also because the fever was so severe and hard to get under control it was possible I would suffer some brain damage . My dad was a yardmaster for the union pacific railroad and had a reputation in the rail yard as fair and honest, but one very tough man who rarely showed any emotion. When the doctors gave them the prognosis mom said it was the only time in her entire life she had ever seen him cry. She never forgave herself for not taking me to the doctors sooner but figured I had the flu like the rest of the kids.
When I woke up I guess it was on the fourth day it was dark outside and I didn't know where I was. In the room were three beds that had wires and tubes all over the wall behind them. The other two beds were empty. A nurse was at a desk reading and noticed me moving and came over. She asked me if I was thirsty and I had never been more thirsty in my life. She got a glass of water from the stand with a straw and held it so I could drink. I was still about half out of it and asked where I was and where my parents were. She explained that I was in the hospital and said my parents had just left to go home and get a some rest and would they would be back in the morning. Both arms were taped to small boards and had IV's in them and there was a tube in my nose. My wrists were tied to the bed rails with gauze strips to prevent the IV's from being pulled out. I asked the nurse to untie them and take the tube out but she said they would have to stay in for the night. I blacked out again.
When I woke it was morning and my parents were there and said the nurse
had called them last night to tell them I had regained consciousness and
appeared to have gotten through it ok They returned to the hospital and
even though it was against the rules the nurses let them sit with me the
rest of the night. The doctor came a little later and told my parents
the tube could come out that morning but the IV's would stay in one more
day along with the catheter . My parents left right after the doctor
did. When they took the tube out of my nose it hurt like crazy because
my throat was raw and it almost made me vomit. I was pretty groggy and
slept most of the day and all that night. The next morning I woke up
when two nurses came over to my bed and removed the IV's and when they
started removing the catheter it was the first time I was aware of it
being there and more than anything else that really scared me. They gave
me a sponge bath. One of them came back and had a diaper and baby pants
along with a clean gown. As they started putting it on me I told them
" I don't wear diapers" but they said " you have to have it on so
you just lay still and we'll be done in a minute" she pulled it up
between my legs and pinned it closed then put the baby pants under me
and snapped the sides together . They sat me up to put the gown on then
covered me up.
The nurses went back to their desk and I laid there
completely stunned at what had just happened. The diaper felt like I had
a pillow between my legs I could hear the baby pants rustling with the
slightest movement. I remembered the time in my closet when I tried on
the baby pants from my aunts bag and wondered what it would be like with
a diaper under them instead of my shorts. Well now I knew and it wasn't
anything like I expected. I was wore out and after a few minutes fell
back asleep.
Later when I awoke I was instantly aware of the diaper and begged the
nurse to take it off. She went over to a cabinet and returned with
another and started changing me. I pleaded with her the whole time not
to make me wear it and she said just take it easy and we would talk
about it later. I told her I was going to take it off and she " if you
do I'll have to retie your hands to the side rails like they were
before". I was trapped not only would she put it back on me but my hands
would be tied as well and knew my folks were sure to find out. That
afternoon when I saw my parents coming in with the doctor and I brought
my knees up to hide the bulge of the diaper from showing through the
covers.
The nurse asked my mom to go out in the hall. When they came
back in mom said "The nurse tells me your upset about the diapers.
Honey you have been so sick that your insides are hurt and for awhile
your not going to be able to hold it till you get to the bathroom so for
the time being you are going to have to wear them. They can't have you
wetting the bed because everything has to be kept real clean so you can
get well. I want your promise you won't argue with them anymore about it
".
Stunned disbelief is the only way I can describe that moment.
The nurse said lots of kids wear them when they are in the hospital and
dad said " they'll just help you get better so you can go home ". I
slowly lowered my knees in as I went into shock.
The doc told my parents I was going to get shots of antibiotics every
few hours and my blood would have to be tested twice a day . They would
do tests to determine the level of kidney function that was left and
what if any other damage had been done. I wouldn't be released until
the tests were completed and the antibiotics had gotten me stabilized
and if every thing went well it should be about a week to ten days. When
my parents left the nurse came over to my bed uncovered me and put her
hand against the baby pants in the crotch area and then went to the
cabinet. That's the first time I got a good look at the diaper. It was
covered by a pair of snap on baby pants that were basically white with
tiny little yellow dots all over them and the vinyl was much heavier
than the ones I had tried on in the closet. I guess they were made
heavier because they were for hospital use. The nurse brought over a new
diaper and pants with some powder and started changing me. I promised to
go to the bathroom if she wouldn't put it back on and she said "your mom
told you not to argue, remember".
The whole time I was praying somebody wouldn't come into the room and
see me. When she finished she covered me up and told me if I had to poop
to let her know and she would take it off and get me a bed pan. Having
not eaten anything solid in days that wasn't going to be for a while.
They woke me up and took the diaper off to give me the shots and put a
new one back on. Taking the blood samples from my arms hurt a lot. It
seemed like every couple of hours while I was awake the nurse would
check me to see if I was wet which I usually was. I wasn't to concerned
about being wet. With typical six year old logic I figured it was
automatic that if you had a diaper on you would use it and if you didn't
you would hold it for the bathroom. I was just wishing they could
understand that. I think it was the third or fourth day after I woke up
when that evening my parents came back and the nurse told them I was
going to be moved to a ward the next morning. "How about I get a wheel
chair and we can go up there and see the ward " she said
I told her I didn't want to go. There'll be other kids to play with and
lots of toys and things. I don't want to go I said. I think I know what
the problem is she told mom. I'll get you a robe to wear and put a
blanket over you so you'll be all covered up and with that she went and
got the chair. When she took the covers off me I was so preoccupied at
the thought of having to leave the room I was half in the robe before it
dawned on me that mom and dad was standing there. By this time I wasn't
upset about wearing them in front of the nurses anymore but when my
parents saw me with it on I wanted to find a rock and crawl under it and
never come out.
We went out into the hallway and to the elevator. When we got to the
third floor instead of empty white walls this floor was painted with
rainbows and had all kinds of kids stuff painted on them. We went to a
door that was next to a row of windows were you could look in from the
hallway.
A nurses desk was just inside the door and my parents talked to the new
nurse and told her why we were there. She said hi to us and to go ahead
and look around. There was about fifteen beds. A long row of them by the
windows facing outside and smaller rows about half way down the two
sides. In the middle was a play area with pads on the floor with books
and toys on them. Most of the beds were occupied as it was getting
late. Suddenly I noticed a girl about my age laying on her stomach in
one of the beds by the window. She was looking at me through the bars on
the side on the side of the bed and was wearing a gown like the one I
had on. They were yellow with cartoon animals printed on them and came
down just above the knees. Her gown was all scrunched up to her waist
and she was wearing a diaper and baby pants. The back wall had a door
leading to the bathroom. Next to it was a large cabinet with a padded
top. The shelves below were filled with diapers and baby pants and on a
smaller shelf attached to the wall a couple of feet above the pad was
some powder and a bar of soap in a dish with diaper pins sticking all
over in it. We went back to my room and after saying goodnight to my
parents they gave me another shot and a fresh diaper. I started
thinking about the girl in the ward. How could she do that? How could
she just lay there with everybody seeing it? How am I going to wear them
in front of all those kids? Wait a minute, why was I thinking about how
I COULD wear them? And then it occurred to me that over the last couple
of days while I was still terribly embarrassed that anybody especially
my parents knew I was in diapers I was also beginning to feel a strange
calm and soothing sense of comfort from them. Maybe I was brain damaged
after all.
The next morning I had to drink some stuff that tasted like chalk and
wasn't allowed to eat anything. A few minutes later we went to x-ray
for some tests. the nurse pulled my gown way up by my chin and unpinned
one side of the diaper and slid it down by my knees. As soon as they
took the photos she pulled it back up and repinned it. Next we went to
see the doctor and it was a new one I hadn't seen before. He told me he
was going to do a test to check my bladder and that it might hurt a
little bit but knew I was tough and could take it. I'll just say this,
the test involved a tube in all the wrong places and he was almost right
it did hurt, and it wasn't a little bit. That's all he said you did
fine. Get me out of here. We went to the elevator and the nurse said she
would get me some breakfast as soon as I was settled in the ward. I
looked for the girl but she was gone. I wondered if she wore a diaper
home. Both nurses took me to a bed by the window and put me in it. The
bed was smaller than the one in the room and this one had sides that
pulled way up. All the way around the top was a frame with rings like in
a shower on it. They started taking the robe off me and I tried to both
pull the covers up and the gown down at the same time to hide the
diaper. The new nurse got my chart and reached up to a long plastic
panel across the top front rail. It had a place for the patients name
and doctors name. She filled all that out with a big blue felt pen. Next
was a place for medications and she put that up there. Last was a big
long square for nurses instructions. She wrote in great big blue letters
DIAPERS. The only thing missing was the flashing neon arrows. The old
nurse said goodbye and left. Next the new nurse came over to the a stand
next to my bed and put down a stack of diapers and baby pants with a can
of powder.
I quickly looked around and none of the other kids had paid any
attention. When it came time for the first change she did it right there
in the bed and I looked out the window so I wouldn't see the kids
staring at me. I got a little teasing from some of the kids when the
nurses couldn't hear but nothing like I expected. When I had to go
number two they would let me walk to the bathroom and take the diaper
off so I could do my business. When done they would take me out to the
changing table by the door and diaper me where everybody walking down
the hallway could watch. One day a kid in the bed across from mine
started crying and having a fit and his mother said if you don't stop
acting like a baby their going to put diapers on you like him. I loved
the wearing them so much by that time I thought you should be so lucky.
It was a week to the day when I went to the ward that I was to be
released to go home. Mom and dad came that morning and they had a bag
with them. I had already resigned to the fact that this was my last day
in diapers and felt terrible even though I was going home. Mom took a
pair of pj's and a robe out of the bag and handed them to the nurse. She
put the bottoms on right over the diaper and then the top and robe. I
was still embarrassed when my parents saw me in them. I waited for mom
to say something to the nurse about leaving the diaper on but she never
said a word. We got in the wheelchair and went to the entrance. Dad had
left a few minutes before to get the car and was waiting out front with
it. On the way home I came up with a plan to steal the baby pants out of
the trash and hide them after they took them off me at the house. When
we got home mom said I should lay down and take a nap. I didn't argue
at all because I still tired very easy and was beat. We got to my room
and mom took the robe off me and asked if I was wet. I said no and she
said jump in bed and covered me up. I was really surprised she didn't
take it off me then but knew she would when I woke up.
When I awoke mom was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. She
said she was glad I was back home. Then she got up and went over to my
dresser and opened the top drawer. She took out a diaper and baby pants
with some powder. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Honey it's going
to be a while before you can stay dry so were going to continue with the
diapers for now. I said ok and tried to look disappointed so I wouldn't
give myself away but wanted to jump up and shout
I deserved an Oscar nomination for that one. She uncovered me and pulled
my pajama bottoms off and unsnapped the baby pants. She unpinned the
diaper putting the pins in the front of her blouse. She told me to lift
up and put the new diaper under me and I turned beet red. Why are you
blushing? This isn't the first time I have seen you in a diaper you
know. Who do you think diapered you when you were a baby? I knew that
but it was still embarrassing. She sprinkled the powder on and brought
the diaper up and across the front of me. The ones at the hospital felt
good but were not what you would call comfortable. This one was as soft
and light as a cloud even though it was much thicker and felt wonderful.
The baby pants were all white and pull on style. They were light weight
and silky soft AND QUIET they hardly made a sound. The hospital ones
were somewhat snug fitting and would kind of chafe me around the legs
and were so noisy you could hear them crackle every time you moved.
These were big and roomy and felt absolutely great. I had died and gone
to heaven.
She went back to the dresser and took a T shirt and pajama bottoms off
the top and put the pj's on me then the shirt. This shirt will cover
your bottom and I thought you might like that she said. It was extra
long it almost came down to my knees, I don't know where she got it but
it was very considerate of her. I got up and went into the living room
and dad had gone back to work.
Our front door had a small diamond shaped window in it and for days I
found my self constantly checking that window to be sure somebody
wasn't looking in. I had an aunt named ruth who lived just a few houses
down the street and she had came over virtually every week day for
coffee with mom for as long as I could remember. You could always hear
her coming up the front walk saying hello in a way that was a cross
between a yell and singing. Whenever I heard her coming I would run to
my room jump in bed and cover up till she left. One morning I was
laying on the couch listening to the radio and mom came over to me and
said give me you pajama bottoms so I can wash them and I took them off
and gave them to her. The shirt was long enough to keep me covered so I
continued to lay on the couch. I had just been setup and didn't know it.
A few minutes later I heard my mom in the kitchen start to giggle and
looked up over the back of the couch to see what was so funny and here
came Aunt Ruth through the kitchen door making a beeline straight for
me. I knew exactly what she had in mind and was powerless to prevent it.
She reached over the back of the couch and grabbed me under the arms and
pulled me up and put me on her hip. How come you run to bed every time I
come over? While at the same time planting her free hand right square on
my bottom. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked at mom and she was
grinning like a Cheshire cat. Hey! what's this under your shirt?
Another shrug. If I didn't know better I'd swear it was a diaper. Shrug.
We better have a look and she pulled the side of the shirt up. By golly
I was right I can see the diaper right there under your rubber pants. I
just grinned and didn't say anything. You know this isn't the first time
I have seen you with a diaper on. I used to change you when you were a
baby. Where had I heard that one before? The question was who hadn't
diapered me as a baby. I was glad it was finally out in the open with
her because I was getting tired of hiding every time she came over. Now
you don't have to hide from me anymore and she put me back down on the
couch. They went into the kitchen and had a good chuckle that their plan
had worked so well. Mom didn't drive so when I had to go to the doctors
Aunt Ruth would take us. When we got to the doctors office the waiting
room was filled with parents and their kids. One boy about two was
laying on the floor drinking from a baby bottle with his diaper clearly
showing through the bottom of his shorts. I wondered if he liked wearing
them the way I did. After the appointment we went to a department store.
I rode in the basket. Mom had bought me pants that had lots of extra
room in them and when I wore with my long shirt nobody could tell I was
wearing a diaper. We went into the clothing department and passed a
mirror when I saw the back of my shirt was hung up on the back of the
seat and the baby pants were showing out the top of the pants. I shoved
the shirt down in the back real fast and started looking around to see
if anybody had seen it. It seemed like everybody was looking and I
couldn't wait to get out of there. The school had arranged to have a
tutor come to the house so I wouldn't fall behind and she was the
walking example of the word battleaxe. I hated her and when I saw that
big old brown Hudson coming up the driveway It's all I could do not to
run out the back door. A couple of my fiends had come over to see me
when I got home from the hospital. I was in bed and well covered up and
mom knew I was scared to death they would catch on so she told them I
had to have lots of rest and they could only stay a minute. There were
two times that I went into a panic. My best friend Jimmy came over a
couple of days after I got home and came into my room. He asked how I
felt and what was it like in the hospital. Then out of the blue he said
I heard our moms talking one day when you were in the hospital and your
mom said you have to wear diapers now. I pleaded with him not to tell
anyone .He promised he wouldn't and to his credit I don't think he ever
did. He asked me how long I had to wear them I told him I didn't know
and he said he would wet the bed before he would wear one. I told him I
didn't have a choice that my parents made me wear them. After he left I
told mom what Jimmy said about overhearing them and asked her why she
told his mom. She said she was very sorry that he overheard and promised
she wouldn't tell anyone else. The other panic attack was on a weekend.
Mom and I had walked down to aunt Ruth's for a visit. Mom had this
folding wood cloths drying rack set up in the garage that she would hang
my baby pants on to dry because the dryer ruined them. Dad was working
around the house and probably needed something from the garage and
didn't think about it. When we came back home and turned up the driveway
the garage door was up and the rack was sitting there fully loaded with
several pairs. The neighbors and kids were all over the place. I ran to
the garage but couldn't reach the door so I pulled the rack way to the
back behind a floor cabinet. Mom said she would talk to dad and ask him
to be more careful.
Mom told me one night that in the morning her and dad was going out of
town for a couple of days to a railroad convention and that Ann was
going to baby-sit me while they were gone. Well let me tell you about
Ann. She was my cousin in her early twenties and was very pretty. Her
husband was in the Air Force overseas and she lived across town by
herself. I had always had a little kid's crush on her and loved to be
around her. However, she was the last person in the world I wanted to
know about my secret. I asked mom to let Aunt Ruth baby-sit me and she
said that was impossible because she and her husband who also worked for
the railroad was going with them. I felt like the whole world had just
fallen in on me. Late the next morning when my parents were about to
leave Ann pulled up out front. I had already figured out what to do. I
went into my bedroom and dropped my pajama bottoms real quick and
unpinned one side of the diaper and slid it off and hid it under my bed.
I put the pajama bottoms back on and went back out to the living room.
Mom gave me a kiss and happily she didn't give me a pat on the rear like
she sometimes did and the long shirt did it's job. After they left Ann
and I sat on the couch and talked. Like I said earlier about the six
year old logic I didn't think I needed them and could use the toilet for
a couple of days. Everything was going fine then suddenly I started
flooding all over the place and jumped up from the couch in horror and
ran for the bathroom. Ann followed me in there and said " why aren't you
wearing a diaper your supposed to have it on?" The sudden realization
that my parents were right and I did need to wear diapers after all plus
what I had just done in front of Ann was too much and I started crying
and shaking . She hugged me and didn't say anything until I calmed down.
She asked me again why I wasn't wearing it. I told her I didn't want her
to know about them and also what I had done when she arrived. She turned
on the bath water and took my clothes off and helped me in the tub then
picked up the wet clothes and left. Having her see me naked bothered me
somewhat but not nearly as much as what was ahead. She had been gone for
a long time and when she came in I knew what was coming. She dried me
off then picked me up and started for my bedroom. I saw the diaper laid
out on the bed and started crying and shaking all over again. She just
held me and kept saying it will be all right. Finally when I settled
down some she laid me on top of it. Now you relax and everything is
going to be just fine and she picked up the baby powder and began
putting it on me. Her voice was as gentle and sweat as an angels. When
she finished sprinkling the powder she took her index finger and swiped
it across the top of the can and then lightly touched it under my nose
"doesn't that smell good?" I had learned to love that smell. She brought
the diaper up between my legs and it was immediately obvious that it was
thicker than any I had ever worn. As she was pinning it she said " I'm
going to take good care of you and you don't have to worry about a
thing. She picked up the baby pants and shook them out and instinctively
I lifted my feet. When she saw me do that she smiled and said in that
soft whispering voice "see this isn't so bad after all is it?" She
started putting them on me and said were almost done now. Here was the
last person I ever wanted to know about it let alone doing it to me and
now I was wishing it could last for ever. When she finished she stood me
up on the bed and checked to make sure all the diaper was covered.
Pulling me to her in a hug me she patted my well diapered rear a few
times and asked how's that feel? Absentmindedly I blurted out what I
was thinking " THICK BUT REAL GOOD" with that she backed up a little so
she could see my face and smiled at my slip of the tongue. I felt my
face turn as red a fire truck. It's thick because I want you to lay down
for a nap and it will keep you comfortable. She lifted me to the floor
and handed me my pillow and said lets go into the front room and take a
nap. I need my long shirt I said. It was wet to so I put it in the
washer with your pajama bottoms and you can have them when you wake up.
We walked down or rather I waddled down the hall to the barely audible
sound of the baby pants. This was the first time I had ever came out of
my room without being covered up and somehow didn't care. Ann sat on the
end of the couch and put the pillow next to her then pulled me up and
laid me down with my stomach on the pillow and my head on her lap. She
started stroking my hair with one hand and gently patting and rubbing my
diapered bottom with the other. The sound was ecstasy. I quickly fell
asleep.
When I awoke Ann was in the kitchen making dinner. I just lay there
quietly until she came in to check on me. When she found I was awake she
left and then come back in a moment a diaper and changed me on the
couch. As she was doing it I was sort of smiling and she said "Well
it's nice to see you smiling for a change" True to her word she had my
long shirt and pj's ready. We had dinner and then just talked about
whatever came to mind. She said when I was in the hospital the whole
family was hoping and praying that I would be ok. Your folks didn't
sleep for days until they knew you were going to be all right she said.
It
was time for bed and she put one of the thick ones on me and I really
liked that.
The next morning we had to go over to her house to feed her dogs. On the
way there I had really soaked myself. Ann fed the dogs and I just looked
at stuff in her living room till she was done. She came in and called
her girlfriend. She said hang on just a minute and covered the
mouthpiece and asked me why I was fidgeting so much. I didn't realize I
was but it was because I was uncomfortable. The diaper was very wet and
as much as I liked wearing them I didn't like them wet. I told her why
and she asked her girlfriend if she could borrow three diapers and hung
up right after that. I was wondering how she was going to explain that
to her friend as she didn't have any kids. The doorbell rang and Ann
answered it. It was her friend and she had the diapers and a baby girl
about one year old. She asked Ann what she needed them for and she said
"they're for him, he just got out of the hospital and has to wear them
for a while". I just stood there looking at her and thinking how could
you do that? She got down on her knees on the carpet and patted the
floor with her hand. Come here and lay down for me. I was so mad at her
I told no not until her friend left. Oh come on! She changes her baby
all day long and she won't think anything of it and grabbed my hand and
pulled me over. Her friend sat down on the couch as Ann started changing
me. When she was done and pulling my pants back up her friend said "I
wish it was that easy to change my baby, she's always wiggling all over
the place."
By the time we got home I had gotten over being mad
at her. That night as she was diapering me for bed she kept looking at
me with a smug grin. Finally she said " You know something I think I
discovered a secret about you, and you know what I'm talking about don't
you? I shook my head no. Oh yes you do. Don't worry I promise I won't
tell your mom or anybody else, It will just be our secret. She knew.
My parents returned the next day. As Ann was leaving she gave me a hug
and a kiss and whispered real low so only I could hear "You want to know
my secret? I liked putting them on you almost as much as you like
wearing them"
It was about eight months before my bladder and sphincter muscle had
mended well enough to consider going back to school but by then it was
the start of summer vacation. My dad suggested to mom that I go to
summer school but my grades were straight A's thanks to the battleaxe's
tutoring. Even though I hated her she did a good job. I told mom I
didn't want to go to summer school as I was just getting to the point
where I could play with my friends again and she agreed and said she
don't worry she would handle dad. She did. He might have been one tough
man but he was no match for her.
At about the same time I started drying up during the day I was starting
to get a little uncomfortable being diapered by my mom. Don't
misunderstand me I wasn't losing my attraction for the diapers. I was
just starting to feel kind of weird having her do it and asked her one
night if I could put it on myself. She agreed and gave me a few pointers
because I wasn't very good at it. I have been doing it myself ever since.
Mom
had found a company that sold underwear that had cotton on the outside
just like regular underwear and terry cloth lining on the inside with a
plastic pants between them. They were a little thicker than regular
underwear but didn't show under regular clothes at all. I still had a
few accidents during the day but kept my bladder emptied out as much as
possible so they were small ones and the pants worked just fine. When I
started school the teachers were told about my need to go to the
bathroom frequently and I was allowed to leave anytime I needed to.
Sometimes I would use it as an excuse to get out of class and goof off.
I got caught a couple of times and warned. The final outcome of this
period in my life is this, I have a permanent 40% loss of kidney
function. I have never stopped wetting at night since the illness and
have what they call urge incontinence during the day but with frequent
bathroom visits I'm able to control it almost entirely. I still get that
calm comforting feeling from wearing diapers and hope I never lose that.
I met a girl in the late sixties and we became very close. One night
when we were sitting around I told her about what happened to me when I
was a kid and the need to wear diapers at night. To make a long story
short we have been married for over thirty years. Oh by the way in case
your wondering, I still use cloth diapers. There like potato chips, once
you start you can't stop. One more thing. Just before I met my wife I
attended a family reunion. Ann was there and I hadn't seen her since she
moved to California were her husband was being transferred to. That was
right after she babysat me. We talked for a long time and I finally I
told her I had to get going to catch my plane. As I was leaving she
asked me "do you remember when I babysat you that time?" I told her sure
I did. She just got this big smile and whispered in my ear "Still
enjoying them diapers?"
I just smiled back and like that time
long, long ago turned as red as a fire truck.
