The Halloween Costume

(Formally the Halloween Boy)

 by Timmy

 

I had an interesting situation with my six-year-old at Halloween this year. The costume my son was wearing had an up the back zipper which made it hard for him to get into and out of. (Had I thought about this while making it, it would have had a front zipper…I’ll know next time.) This presented a problem when we went over to grandma’s four days before Halloween and dressed up to show her that Sunday. Just after getting it on, he had to go potty. I didn’t think it was urgent so I asked if he could wait. We almost didn’t get things taken care of in time after quickly showing it to Grandma.

 

Knowing his tendency to get a bit excited, I foresaw disaster and figured we had better do something. There wouldn’t be enough time to fix the costume, so I had to do something else quick. It didn’t take long to come up with an idea. He could just wear a diaper. I was a little hesitant suggesting it because he hadn’t worn a diaper during the daytime for a little over two years, and it it’s been just shy of a year since he’s worn one at night. As we were driving home from grandma’s, it took a bit of persistence, but we finally talked him into it. His father added that it was probably a good idea, as he remembers when he was a small kid and the problems he had dealing with costumes and going to the bathroom. We stopped at the grocery store a few miles from our house so I could get the supplies. He just trailed along as I got a cart and put a few other grocery items we needed into the cart before we headed sown the baby needs aisle. He didn’t pay much attention as I picked up some Pampers size six as well as some wipes, powder and lotion. I figured I shouldn’t take any chances with him getting a rash. I didn’t know whether or not I could find the old bottles of them, if there still were any around the house. So I just bought new ones. He followed along the whole time as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

 

That night while he was taking his bath, I got everything ready in the den. I put his costume on the couch and cleared off the coffee table that was right in front of it. I got the diaper-changing mat from off the changing table we had in storage and laid it out on the coffee table. Then I laid the lotion, wipes and powder on their sides on one end, with the package of diapers sitting on top of them in an attempt to hide them a bit knowing he might object to anything other than the diaper. I gave him about 10 minutes in the bath to play, then went in to help him bathe. When he was finished, I dried him off and then carried him down to the den still wrapped in his bath towel. I told him we needed to try one of the diapers on to make sure it fit. There was a bit of second thought when I grabbed the package from off the coffee table, opened it up, and pulled out a diaper as he stood there watching. I think him seeing the babyish prints on the front is what caused him to hesitate. But after I reminded him of a few recent wet pants accidents, and told him lots of kids probably had similar costume problems and would be doing this too for Halloween, he went along.

 

I sat the diaper on the table next to the lotion, powder and wipes, then put the package underneath the table. He just stood there looking right at me as I un-wrapped the towel and let it drop to the floor. Then I directed him onto the table. He didn’t protest one bit as I opened up the bottle of baby lotion, squirted a good amount into my hand then lifted his legs high in the air with the other hand. He squirmed a bit when the cool lotion came in contact with his fair skin but I continued rubbing it all over his bottom. Then after lowering his legs, I applied another good amount to his front, and even rubbed a little on his belly and down his legs a bit. As I finished, I pulled the baby wipe from the container and cleaned off my hand before grabbing the diaper. I opened it up and held it in one hand while grabbing his ankles with the other hand and lifting him up. After sliding the diaper into place, I lowered his legs and spread them out a bit. Then I pulled the diaper up into position and taped it into place. If anything, the diaper seemed to be a little too big on him. But I figured the extra padding of a larger diaper might be good if he were to actually wet it.

 

I lifted him off the table into a standing position and then proceeded to put on his costume to be sure no one could see the diaper. This was one of his worries as we talked about it earlier in the car. He didn’t want any of his friends knowing that he was wearing a diaper underneath his cool spider-man costume. There was a slight bulge, but not too noticeable. I told him it was fine. I would have to say that the crinkling of the plastic backing of his diaper was much more noticeable then the bulge, but luckily he didn’t take notice of it. I let him stay in his costume for another hour until it was ready for bed. He didn’t say a word, but did give a little bit of a strange look when I helped him remove his costume, then slipped his pajamas bottoms on him without taking off the disposable diaper. All I told him that there was no sense wasting a perfectly good diaper. He had been having a few accidents in bed each month for the past year since being out of nighttime diapers. I knew there was probably little chance he would actually have an accident that night with it on. But I figured having him wear the diaper wouldn’t hurt. His father came into his room, like every night, hugged and kissed him goodnight. As he did this, he gently swatted his diapered rear-end.

 

The next morning as I got him up for school, I was surprised to find a wet diaper as I pulled off his pajamas. I ended up just carrying him down to breakfast in only his wet disposable diaper. He didn’t seem to mind that I carried him only in his diaper or even that he actually wet his diaper. My husband did comment about his wet diaper that morning, but I assured him that it was nothing to worry about. After he ate, I put him on the coffee table, removed the wet disposable diaper from his slim little body and used some wipes to clean him up. I let him run ahead of me up to his room and then I helped him put on his school clothes. He sat and watched cartoons until the school bus came to get him.

 

When he got home from school that day, I gave him a snack and then looked over his schoolwork. I let him watch cartoons for probably another hour before going in to make a suggestion. I started by explaining that diapers were thicker than underwear, and perhaps he should take the next few days getting used to wearing them before he had to walk to all those houses on Halloween night. He agreed that it was different walking in a diaper and thought it might be a good idea to practice.

 

I had purposely left all the diaper stuff in the den. I quickly removed his shoes, pants and underwear as he sat on the floor. Then I guided him over to the coffee table so he could lie down on the changing pad. I slid his shirt up so it was bunched up under his armpits before getting him diapered just as I had done the previous night. I helped him back off the table then helped him put his pants and shoes back on. I then let him sit and watch cartoons some more before stating that he wasn’t getting much practice just sitting there. I suggested that we should take a walk down the street a ways and then come back. He was a little hesitant to go, but after I told him that no one would know he was wearing a diaper he agreed. His father just had come home as we walked up the drive. Our little boy ran to his father, which in turn picked up the boy and hugged him. After putting him down, he questioned me why his son was wearing a disposable diaper underneath his daytime clothes. I told him that we thought it would be a good idea to practice having to wear a diaper while walking, as he would have to do on Halloween night. He told me that it made sense to him and didn’t bring it up again.

 

Tuesday and Wednesday after school, we did the same thing. We walked a bit further each day. Monday and Tuesday afternoons, he would ask when he needed to potty. I would take him to the bathroom, pull his pants down to his ankles, then remove one tape on his diaper and pull it away as he stood in front on the potty peeing. Then I re-taped the diaper when he was done. On Wednesday afternoon when we had gotten back from our walk, I decided to do some searching in the garage for about an hour before dinner while he watched cartoons. He had waited until Tuesday night to inform me that they would be wearing their costumes to school on Halloween day. He asked about what he would do if he needed to go to the bathroom, and I just told him I would figure something out. It didn’t take long for me to find the package of left over Pull-ups I was looking for. There where only 3 left in the package, but I knew he would need at least one for school the next day. I didn’t think it was a good idea for him to wear a diaper since he would be able to take it off. I was hoping I could find them instead of having to buy a whole new package of Pull-ups.

 

While looking for the Pull-ups, I hadn’t told him where I was and didn’t know he was looking for me until he opened the door to the garage and ran to me crying. After he settled down a bit he explained that he needed to potty and he couldn’t find me. I told him it was ok and asked he if had wet his diaper, he only nodded. I told him that it was ok, and that accidents happen. As I was removing his wet diaper I told him that it was probably a good thing that he had the diaper on. I sensed that he might protest a bit if I put another diaper on him but he didn’t say a word as I applied the lotion and placed another disposable diaper under his bottom. When I was finished, I put his pants and shoes back on. He just resumed watching TV while I finished in the garage. After my search, it was getting late and I was tired and didn’t want to cook, so I suggested that we go to McDonald’s for dinner. He was really excited about having a happy meal that he didn’t even mention to remove his disposable diaper before going out in public. This was the first time in a while that he was wearing diapers underneath his clothes to McDonalds. After we finished our meal and came back to the house, I suggested that he might want to go to the bathroom before watching any TV before bedtime. He told me that he didn’t have to go. I had asked him if he was wet his diaper again and he replied that he was having so much fun at McDonalds, he wet himself. I told him that once again, it was probably a good idea that he was wearing diapers as for the second time today; I had to change his diapers. After watching a little TV, I told him it was time for his bath. I told him that I wanted him to go to bed a little early tonight and get good nights sleep since tomorrow night was Halloween and he needed his rest. He agreed to it and without being asked to do so, laid down on the changing mat so I could remove his diaper, which once again was wet. I didn’t say anything to him about wetting his diaper again; thinking that having him wear diapers underneath his costume tomorrow night would go a lot more smoothly if I didn’t make a big deal out of it.

 

I let him pee again right after his bath that night. Then we went downstairs to put his diaper back on. I let him have a big glass of warm milk before bed in hopes it would make him go to sleep a little faster since he would most likely be excited about the next day. Normally I wouldn’t let him drink so much before bed, but I decided it would be ok since he was wearing a diaper to bed. The next morning, his diaper was completely soaked. But he didn’t seem to mind it one bit. After I cleaned him up, he was a bit surprised when I held open the Pull-up instead of his underwear. I told him it was either the Pull-up or another disposable diaper. He chose the Pull-up as he told me that he didn’t think it was such a good idea wearing diapers to school. I also told him that if he needed to go potty, he would have to get a teacher or another classmate to unzip his costume when he needed to potty. He told me that he probably would go to a teacher, since he didn’t want any of his classmates to see that he was wearing a Pull-up. I gave him a note to give to his teacher explaining that she may need to help him with his zipper, but didn’t mention the Pull-ups.

 

On Halloween day, when he got home from school he immediately asked me if I could a diaper on him. I soon found out why when I removed his costume and saw the wet Pull-up. I checked the costume to make sure it hadn’t leaked, but luckily there were no wet spots. I had him wear only a diaper, tee shirt and his socks the rest of the afternoon because I didn’t want him to get the costume dirty. When he finished with his afternoon snack, I told him he should lie down for a quick nap as well. He didn’t much like the idea, but after a little coaxing, he agreed. I checked on him about 5 minutes after he had laid down, and he was fast asleep. He only slept for about 30 minutes before coming back downstairs. It was almost 5 p.m., so I made a quick dinner before getting him ready to go out. By this time, his father had come home from work and he asked him if he needed to go potty before putting his costume on, but said he didn’t need to go. As I started to put on his costume, my husband and I noticed why he didn’t need to go; his disposable diaper was once again wet. Instead of me changing him, his father grabbed another diaper out of the Pampers package, lied our son down on the floor and proceeded to change his diaper before finishing putting his costume on. We ended up heading out a little before dark. I was glad that his father decided to change our son’s diaper, as I knew that if I was the only one doing the changes, the situation could become a problem.

 

Goblins and ghost were everywhere and it was a good thing that I had feared the worst and prepared for it. We hadn’t been out more than 30 minutes or so before he needed to pee. He asked what he should do about it, and I just made it his choice. I told him he could wet his diaper like he had done before and we could keep going, or we could try to hurry home. He stood for only a second before deciding to use the diaper. We took the next 10 or so minutes finishing the rest of the houses on that street before heading back and going to all the houses across the street from the ones we had already done. We arrived home, but he wanted to go out for a bit more. I told him we should take about a 10-minute break and change his wet diaper. He whole-heartedly agreed.

 

While we were back out, I did see one little cowboy that looked about five years old who looked like he should have had a diaper on. His little cowboy pants were obviously wet. My son even noticed this and said to me… “I’m glad I’ve got diapers on mom and dad…that could be me.” We were out for another 30 to 40 minutes before getting back home. All in all it was a great time; we allowed him to eat a little candy that night before bedtime and even ate a couple candy bars myself. It was only a little past his bedtime when I get out of his costume and into a clean dry disposable diaper and his pajamas. I barely got his pajamas on over his diapers when he fell fast asleep. I tucked him in to his bed and kissed him goodnight.

 

The First of November

(Sequel to The Halloween Costume)

By Timmy

 

The next morning, his diaper was wet again. I decided to conduct a little test after I had removed his wet disposable diaper and cleaned him up. I told him to dress himself while I went to prepare breakfast. On the couch I had neatly stacked his school clothes and then next to them, I placed a pair of his big-kid underwear, a Pull-up and a disposable diaper. I positioned myself in the kitchen so I could have a clear view of his reaction. He turned to look at me, but I glanced down quickly. I looked up a few seconds later to see him pick up the Pull-up and start to put it on. He put on his shirt, then his socks and then his pants leaving the pair of big-boy underwear and the diaper on the couch. You could tell that he at some point he picked up the disposable diaper, but instead deciding on the Pull-up since he could put them on all by himself. I didn’t say a word to him as he ate his breakfast and then headed out the door when the school bus arrived. My husband often travels during the weekends and this weekend was no exception. He told me that we would return home around 8:30 that Sunday evening.

 

When he got home from school, I asked him how his day was. He said it was fine and he was happy that it was the weekend. It wasn’t until after his snack, which he informed me that he had an accident at school and asked me if I could change him. I took my time cleaning him up after ripping the sides of the Pull-up to remove it. I was almost sure I would get a reaction when I started to put lotion on his bottom, but to my surprise, he just laid there and allowed me to do it. I pulled a disposable diaper out of the Pampers package and not a word was said as I put it on him. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.

 

I certainly didn’t mind changing his diapers, so I decided to just let him be the judge whether to wear them or not. For the entire weekend, he stayed in diapers. Several times he had accidents, but I always had wet diapers to change. I knew that they weren’t really accidents but really said nothing about it. During that weekend, I went back into the garage and pulled out his old cloth diapers, diaper pins and plastic pants. Since they were in the garage, the plastic pants didn’t hold up as well as the cloth diapers did. During my visit to the local supermarket, I picked up the necessary groceries as well as several pairs of XL-Toddler Gerber plastic pants and some additional diaper pins. Since my son was on the small size, I knew that those XL-Toddler plastic pants would fit nicely over the cloth diapers I had planned on my son in wearing during the nighttime. As Sunday night came to a close, I told informed him that he needed to take his bath. During his bath I laid out several cloth diapers and one pair of plastic pants. After drying him off, I carried him back into his room, and proceeded to place the thick cloth diapers and plastic pants on him. He did ask why I was putting him into baby diapers, but I just assured him that these types of diapers are just friendlier to the environment over disposable diapers. He seemed to accept my answer and laid there as I pinned on his overnight cloth diapers and pulled the nice soft pair of plastic pants over his diapers. I just loved the way the cloth diaper and plastic pants looked on my six year-old son. I then pulled his pajamas over the bulky mass and kissed him goodnight. Since introducing diapers to my son, just because of a Halloween costume, things have come around full swing. Around 9pm, my husband came through the door and kissed me hello. He asked if our son was already in bed, which I told him that he had gone to bed about a ½ hour prior. He quietly walked into his room and kissed him on the cheek. As he pulled up the covers over his son, he noticed the bulky mass and parts of his plastic pants sneaking up over his pajamas. He questioned me about the diapers and I just explained that he had worn diapers throughout the weekend and I thought it would be best if he continued wearing diapers for a while. Not much else was said, but did agree that if he didn’t have a problem with wearing diapers, then he didn’t either.

 

Monday morning came, which I pulled off his plastic pants exposing his extremely wet diapers. I cleaned him up and instead of getting out a pair of big-boy underwear; I just put him in the last Pull-up. I knew it was what he wanted to wear to school that day. While he was at school, I made a trip to our local Target Store. I stocked up on Pampers™ size six and while looking at the different types of disposable diapers, Huggies™ to Pampers™, I noticed a package of disposable diapers called KimCare™. These disposable diapers were made for the older child and even teenagers. I was surprised to see them within the baby diaper section and not the adult section, but I guess that they needed to place the product where they would sell the best. I also noticed that one of the packages was opened, so I carefully pulled out one of the diapers and looked at it. This disposable diaper was baby-blue in color on the outside plastic instead of the normal white plastic on my son’s Pampers. They had the same amount of tape tabs (2), but the only difference I saw was the color of the plastic. I decided to purchase these diapers for my son, as I thought he’d look cute in them. I also purchased some more Pull-ups™, with Mickey Mouse design on the front, additional lotion, wipes and even some disposable soaker pads. While browsing the baby department at Target, I noticed a new lavender scented bedtime bath and lotion. I picked this up with another large bottle of baby oil. I already purchased his plastic pants at the grocery store earlier, but saw some adorable Mickey Mouse printed plastic pants in the XL-Toddler size. I picked up three pairs and placed them I my shopping cart. As I continued in shopping, I noticed several pairs of thick cloth training pants. Most of them were too small for my son, but I did notice that one pair in particular stated that they would fit children up to eight years old. I picked them up and felt how nice and thick they actually were. I decided to buy two pairs that I thought he might be able to wear to school with his plastic pants. I also decide to purchase more cloth diapers for him, so I picked up two packages of Gerber™ 21x40 gauze flat diapers. I passed the shelf with bottles and pacifiers, but decided that maybe that would be going too far. Having my six year-old son in diapers is one thing, but totally treating him like a baby is another. I then went to the children’s clothing section and placed in my cart some new corduroy elastic-waist pants and some other pants that would accommodate daytime diapers. They also were selling blanket sleepers in his size, so with winter just in front of us, I decided to purchase 3 sleepers for him.

 

I put away all the clothing in his closet and placed his blanket sleepers in his middle drawer were we kept all his pajamas. After this, I decided to take out his normal big-boy underwear from the top drawer of his dresser replacing them with disposable diapers and his newly acquired cloth diapers and plastic pants. I put his big-boy underwear away in a box and placed it inside the garage with all the other clothing items that he outgrew. I was going to put his diaper pins, baby powder and baby oil on top of his dresser, but decided to put them away in his closet. I figured that when he had friends over, I didn’t want him to be embarrassed in having such baby items in plain view. I knew though, that it would only be a matter of time before his friends and playmates discovered that he was now wearing diapers. At this time I wasn’t sure what my husband would think when he would find out that I had purchased additional diapers and stuff for our six year-old son. I knew that it wasn’t normal for any boy beyond the age of 3½ or 4 years of age to be wearing diapers, but somehow it comforted me that my little boy remained my little boy for just alittle longer.

 

Around 3:30pm, my son arrived home from school. I greeted him and asked how his day went. He told me that he had a lot of fun, and even got to eat some Halloween candy that the teacher brought in. As he was telling me about his day, I led him by the hand into his room, had him hop on his bed, which I undressed him from his school clothes and tore away the sides from his wet pull-up. I then proceeded to place a disposable diaper underneath his rear-end, which he didn’t say a word about having to wear a diaper. After I taped up his diaper firmly in place I grabbed his jeans and pulled them up and over his disposable diaper. I tuck in his play shirt and told him to go outside and play until dinnertime. While I was making supper, I saw that he had a couple of his little friends join him outside in our yard. Since we owned a large playset with its own fort, it wasn’t that uncommon to see other kids playing with him. I was worried that he would come in crying telling me that the other kids had made fun of him because they noticed that he was wearing diapers. That fear was unfounded, as all through the afternoon, he played with his friends. Later in the afternoon right before suppertime, I called to him and told him to get ready for supper. He said his good-byes to his friends and entered the house. I asked him if he needed to go potty or if he needed a change. He sheepishly replied that he needed a change; I led him by the hand into his bedroom and without being told he jumped on his bed. I pulled his jeans down, exposing his extremely wet disposable diaper and proceed to clean him up. After I expertly taped up his clean dry disposable diaper, I slid his jeans back on over his diaper and told him to wash up for supper.

 

My husband returned from work, which I greeted him with a gentle kiss. During supper, my husband asked our son how his day had gone. His reply was that of the usual type, not much, just the usual playing and learning. One thing our son didn’t tell his father is that he was wearing diapers to the dinner table. I think my husband already knew, because when he walked by his dad, he could hear the faint crinkling of his diaper. After supper was finished, I placed the dishes in the dishwasher and cleared the rest of the table. We let our son watch alittle TV up until quarter to eight and then told him that it was time for bed. We both walked our son into his room to help him get ready for bed. As I was helping him off with his shoes and socks, my husband went over to his dresser drawers to get his pajamas. When he opened up the drawer, he only was to discover a drawer full of cloth diapers, plastic pants and of course his pajamas. He opened up several drawers, only to find more diapers, disposable diapers, socks and tee shirts. All gone was his big-boy underwear. He sighed abit, pulled out his pajamas and then took out some cloth diapers and plastic pants. My husband sat next to me on our son’s bed as I pulled off his jeans revealing a very wet disposable diaper. As I started to un-tape his diaper, my husband handed me our son’s thick absorbent cloth diapers. I had fully taken off his wet disposable diaper and cleaned up his diaper area with a baby wipe and just as I tucked his cloth diapers underneath his bottom, my son asked his dad if he was a baby. My husband just looked at him and asked why he would ask such a question. Our son replied that only babies wear diapers, so that probably made him a baby. As I pinned on his diapers, my husband with our son’s plastic pants in his hands told him that babies are not the only ones that wear diapers. He explained that big kids, even ones older than him still have to wear diapers for some reason or another. Just because he was wearing diapers didn’t make him a baby. He assured him that he was a big boy that needed diapers. My husband went on further to tell our son that he has an older cousin, who just turned 10 and he still has to wear diapers at night because he wets the bed. He asked our son, if he thought his cousin was a baby, which our son replied “No”. My husband then said to him that if your cousin wears diapers and he isn’t a baby, so you’re not a baby either. While explaining all this, my husband pulled the plastic pants over our son’s thick overnight cloth diapers and tucked all the stray bits of diapers inside his plastic pants. After all this was said and done, I helped our son with his blanket sleeper. He looked so cute sitting on the side of his bed, dressed in a blue blanket sleeper with it bulking out because of his cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath them. My husband asked our son if he minded wearing diapers, which he replied that at first it was alittle strange wearing them again but he kinda likes them now. He did truthfully answer that even though he could stop wetting himself if he really tried; he liked the comfort and security of diapers. My husband told our son that everything was alright and not to be ashamed for needing or wanting diapers. We both kissed him goodnight and turned out the light. Once we had tucked our son away for a night’s sleep, my husband asked me about having our six year-old son wearing diapers. I explained to him that if our son wanted to or needs to wear diapers and he’s ok with it, let him be. He agreed that it was not going to hurt him in anyway, but wondered how his friends will think when they discover that he’s wearing diapers. I told him that we’ll have to cross that bridge when it comes upon us. We talked about this a little more and both came to an agreement to let our six-year old son wear diapers for as long as he wanted to.

 

Monday morning came and I woke up my son only to find that his overnight cloth diapers were completely soaked. As before I never spoke to him about finding wet diapers and just cleaned him up and had him put on one of the pull-ups I just had purchased. Sometime after lunch, the school called me and told me that my son had a slight accident and I needed to come to pick him up. I didn’t ask what type of accident, but all I heard was “accident” and assumed the worse. I quickly drove to his school and went into the nurse’s office, where my son was quietly sitting. I asked what happened and the nurse just told me that he had a wetting accident. I was so relieved that it wasn’t anything serious. I took my son by the hand we and both left his school. You could tell that he was upset and while traveling home, I asked why he had an accident, since he was wearing a pull-up. He told me that he had wet his pull-up but it leaked. I assured him that from now on that he wouldn’t have to worry about leaking again. As we drove home, he talked about some of his friends seeing that he had wet his pants and teased him because of the wet pants. He did say that they probably didn’t know that he was wearing a pull-up. I let him do all the talking while driving home. Once we got home, I led my son into his room, where I pulled his pants down and pulled the extremely wet pull-up away from his slim body. I walked over to his dresser drawer and pulled out one of the KimCare disposable diapers and proceeded to tape up the diaper on my son. As I was diapering my son, he commented on the color of his disposable diaper. I asked him if he was embarrassed in wearing a baby-blue disposable diaper and he just replied that eh thought it was kind a cool color instead of the basic white ones. I pulled a clean pair of pants on him and told him to go and play.

 

Sometime around quarter to four, one boy from his school rang the door bell and asked if my son was able to play. I welcomed him into our home and told him that he was out in the back yard and he could join him. As he walked through the kitchen towards the back door I wondered if he was coming over to tease my son about the afternoon pants wetting episode, but my fear didn’t pan out, as the two boys played together calmly and just like boys their age, they even wrestled around. Around five in the afternoon, my husband came home from work, which I explained about today’s situation and that he even had a friend in the back yard playing with him. My husband and I looked out the kitchen window seeing both boys on the swing set…they weren’t swinging but talking to each other. My son didn’t seem upset but just content with what they were talking about. Within fifteen minutes, my son and his friend came into the house, which unannounced to me; he asked me if his friend could stay over for dinner. I politely told him that it was pretty much short notice and I was sure that his mother probably already had dinner ready. Of course my son continued to ask if he stay for dinner. I finally gave in and decided to call his mother to see if it was alright. Luckily for my son, his friend’s mother gave the approval.

 

Luckily for me, I always make enough to feed a small army…so having an extra mouth to feed wasn’t a big deal. I was amazed on how both boys got along. My son’s friend was the perfect gentlemen…for as much as a six year could be. During one point of the meal, my son dropped his napkin, which he always bent over to pick it up. This time was no exception…my son bent to his right to pick up the napkin and as he did this, his shirt rode up exposing the baby-blue disposable diaper underneath his pants. His friend just looked at him and at the diaper that was underneath my son’s pants then continued to eating. I was surprised that he didn’t say anything about his discovery or even a laugh… it was like he already knew about my son wearing diapers.

 

After dinner I instructed both my son and his friend to go ahead and place their plates and silverware on the kitchen counter then they could go and watch cartoons or something. My son carefully placed his plate on the counter, but his friend dropped his fork as he placed his plate on the counter. I walked up to help him, but he bent over himself to pick up the fork and that’s when I realized why my son’s friend didn’t make a big deal over seeing my son’s disposable diaper. There in plain sight sticking out from my son’s friend’s pants was a disposable diaper. I couldn’t believe that another six year old was wearing diapers just like my son. I wondered how many other six year old there were out in the world that wore diapers. At least now, I knew that my son had a friend that wore the same type of underwear and there would be no fear of being teased just because of the type of underwear he had on.

 

Once the dinner dishes were placed in the dishwasher and everything was cleaned up, I decided to see if my son needed to have his diaper changed. I asked him in front of his friend if he was wet and needed a change, then without waiting for an answer, I asked my son’s friend the same question…as “There is no reason for you to walk back home in that wet diaper of yours”. Both boys with no embarrassment said yes, that they needed a change. I instructed both boys to lye down on the living room floor in which my husband and I retrieved two Pampers size six. As I changed my son’s diaper, my husband changed our son’s friend. Both boys looked at each other as their diapers were being changed and like it was no big deal that they were wearing diapers.

 

The next day, the phone rang and it was my son’s friend mother. She wanted to thank me for my hospitality last night regarding feeding my son’s newly required friend. I questioned why he was still in diapers and she said… “Oh, I hope he didn’t have an accident. I made sure that he wasn’t going to leak so I don’t know what to say…I was hoping no one would notice.” I just said to her that I understood and that my son wore diapers too, so after dinner my husband and I changed the boys’ diapers. She was relieved to hear that her son wasn’t the only boy who had to wear diapers. She explained to me that her son was born with a defect of the bladder and was worn diapers since birth. She did tell me that her son finally got control over his bowels just a year earlier. We both laughed as he discovered that it was a lot easier to change wet diapers over messy ones. Over the next several weeks and months both our families got to know each other quite well, where as both my son and his friend slept over at either our house or his. It wasn’t that uncommon to see both boys just in their diapers playing video games in their rooms. I introduced cloth diapers and plastic pants to my son’s friend’s parents. I told them that they were a lot more absorbent and a lot less expensive than disposables. It was quite the sight to see two six year olds wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants either underneath their pajamas or just in the diapers themselves. I think my son was so relieved to have a friend like the one he had. He didn’t have to explain why he wore diapers nor did he get teased over the fact that he was wearing diapers well past the age most boys would stop wearing them.

 

Both boys wore disposable diapers to school over the next several years and even though it was common knowledge that they wore them, they didn’t get teased as much as I thought they would. Sure there would those incidents here and there and getting teased that they were the only second, third or fourth graders to still be in diapers. My husband and I didn’t push the potty-training issue at all, we figured that our son would come to us and tell us that he didn’t want to wear diapers any more, but that day never seemed to come.

 

Our son wore diapers all through elementary, middle school, junior high and even high school. Cloth diapers and plastic pants did taper off a bit as he wore disposables most of the time. Sometimes he would wear his thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, but it was primary in the colder months. He wasn’t one bit embarrassed that he wore diapers as a teenager and it even didn’t seem to bother his friends that he had to wear them. He was quite popular and even played baseball, all having a disposable diaper underneath his pants. I even think he was the first junior to attend the prom wearing diapers underneath his tux. His childhood friend that wore diapers like him moved away in the fifth grade. My Son was somewhat depressed when he moved away, but he soon made new friends that didn’t care what type of underwear he wore and to this day, he still has the same group of friends and none of them tease or ridicule him because of his babyish underwear. Just to think that since my son was just six years old and because of a simple Halloween costume we changed our son life for the good and he still wears diapers without the embarrassment of being diapered at his current age of 17.

 

End of the

“Halloween Costume”

and

“The First of November”

 

by Timmy

 

 

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