By Timmy
Hi my name is Tim. I’m thirteen years old and in the
7th grade. My brother John is seventeen years old and is a senior in
High School. We grew up in an upper- middle class section of town. My parents
pretty much gave us anything we wanted or at least within reason. Here’s the
story on how I got put back into diapers.
One morning I woke up in a wet bed.
I was a little concerned over having wetting my bed. I haven’t wet my bed since
I was 5 years old. I dismissed it as being a one- time incident. I changed the
wet sheets with some clean sheets and threw the wet ones in the wash. The next
morning I woke up again in a very wet bed. For the next several days I tried
hiding the fact that I was wetting the bed again. I changed my sheets on a
daily basis and washed them myself. My Mother was wondering why I was washing
my sheets myself, since normally she did all the wash. One particular morning I
woke up wet as usual, but this time I didn’t have the time the change the
sheets. I made my bed and thought to myself that I would take care if it when I
returned from school. After school my mother asked if she could speak to me. I
was scared that she had found out about my bedwetting. She asked me if I was
having trouble at night. I replied that I didn’t know that she was talking
about. She told me that she found the wet sheets on my bed this morning and
asked me how long has this been going on. I replied to her “Not that long, just
a few nights.” She said to me “Look honey, it’s Ok, lots of boys and girls your
age have trouble at night. I’ll help you out tonight if that’s OK with you?” I
said, “fine” but really didn’t know what she meant about “Helping me”
Later on that night as I was getting
ready for bed, my Mother came into my bedroom and told me that she had
something that would help me with my bedwetting. She brought in a pair of thick
underwear. She told me that they were bedwetting pants and handed them to me. I
examined the pair of underwear, which was lot thicker and had a plasticized-nylon
outer-covering. It looked like training pants you see on toddlers. She said to
me that these bedwetter pants would protect the bed from any more accidents. I
asked her where she had got these pants from and she told me that John wore
these to bed every night due to his bedwetting until the age of fourteen. I had
no idea that my brother wet the bed, let alone wore these bedwetting pants to
bed every night. I was embarrassed at the thought of wearing these pants, but I
thought to myself that it would be better than waking up in cold wet sheets. I
put the bedwetting pants on under my pajamas and they were a little more bulky
than my jockey shorts. The next morning I woke up with my bedwetting pants
soaking wet along with my sheets being wet. My mother came into my bedroom and
saw that the bedwetter pants didn’t work all that well. My mother commented
that these bedwetting pants worked fine with your brother, but I guess he
wasn’t a heavy wetter like you. She told me to take them off and get ready for
school.
For the next couple of nights I had
to wear my thick bedwetting pants to sleep and every morning I woke up wet and
with my sheets wet. She even tried using the Goodnites on me, but I always woke
up with wet sheets to deal with. My Mother took me to a doctor to see if there
was anything that he could do to stop my bedwetting or explain why that I had
started to wet my bed at my age. He explained that a lot of boys my age
experience bedwetting again and that it should go away in time. He suggested to
parents to deal with the wet sheets and not make a fuss over it or have the bed
wetter wear some type of protective pants such as Goodnitesä or junior diapers. We returned home from the
doctors office and told me that she had some errands to run. That afternoon I
played Nintendo and was unaware of what my mother was shopping for. She
returned home with several big bags with groceries and a couple of bags from a
Home Health Care Co. I didn’t think about what was in those bags.
Upon my bedtime, My Mother asked me
to come into her room; she wanted to discuss something with me. “Tim, as you
know that we tried using those bedwetting pants and Goodnites on you, but they
didn’t keep you or the bed dry, so you father and I decided that it would be
for the best to try something a little more absorbent.” She went and pulled out
some cloth diapers and plastic pants from the Home Health Care bag, “I’m afraid
that with your heavy wetting, those bedwetter pants didn’t work and that from
now on you’ll have to wear diapers to bed.” “Oh come on Mom, You are not going
to make me wear diapers and plastic pants like a baby are you?” I asked her.
“Now dear, diapers are not just for babies, they make them in your size and
even larger. No one outside this family will know that you have to wear diapers
to bed. But until your bedwetting stops, you are going to have to wear these
diapers and plastic pants to bed every night.” She instructed me to lie down on
her bed. For the first time since I was three years old, my mother was going to
diaper me for bedtime. She placed the thick soft white cotton diapers
underneath my butt and pulled them up in place and pinned the together by two
large diaper pins. I couldn’t believe my eyes; there I was, thirteen years old
and wearing thick cloth diapers. Then she pulled the teen-size plastic pants
over my night diapers and helped me put on my pajamas over the shameful cloth
diapers and plastic pants. I looked like a toddler then a teenager that I was.
As I walked out of my Parents bedroom, my brother John noticed that my pajamas
were on the bulky side and padded me on the rear end. He said to me “What gives
little one, why are your pajamas bulky” and as he said this to me he pulled
down my pajama bottoms enough to expose my shameful cloth diapers and plastic
pants. “So I see that mom and dad decided to diaper you instead of wearing
those bedwetting pants. I’m so glad that when I had this problem that those
bedwetting pants worked, but I guess in your case diapers are the only choice
for you.” “You’re not going to tell any one about this, are you John” I
pleaded. “Heck no, Tim I use to wet the bed too, so I can feel for you.” As I
entered my bedroom, I climbed into bed and noticed that it felt strange wearing
thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I didn’t want to wear diapers, like any
normal teenager but I knew that the diapers would serve their purpose and
protect my bedding. My father walked into my bedroom to tell me good night. He
sat on the edge of my bed tucking in the sheets and blankets and said to me.
“You know son, having to make you wear diapers were an extremely hard choice
for your mother and I, but in the long run you’ll get use to wearing them to
bed each night and will give you the good nights rest you need”. My father also
commented that I wasn’t the only teenager to wet his bed and wear diapers. “You
know that John wet the bed until he was fourteen and had to wear bedwetting
pants and myself wet the bed until I was fifteen and my parents had me wear
diapers and rubber pants. So as you now know that bedwetting runs in the family
and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.” After the lights were turned out I lied
there in bed telling myself that these diapers weren’t all that bad. They were
actually very soft and comfortable and heck this bedwetting problem shouldn’t
last long and before you know it… I’ll be out of diapers for good!
Several weeks went by and every
morning my parents would always come into my room and pull down my pajamas and
stick their hand inside my plastic pants, only to find thoroughly soaked
diapers. By now I was getting use to being diapered at night by my parents and
felt very comfortable in my night diapers. Since my bedwetting was going on and
I had to wear diapers at night, having friends sleeping over came to a halt. I
did not want any of my friends to find out that I wet the bed and wore diapers.
I had one friend in particular; in fact my best friend “Brad” that use to sleep
over at my house every other weekend or that I would sleep at his house. Brad
asked me why the sudden change and I told him that I was really busy at home,
especially with final exams coming up. He bought the story and told me that
once school got out, I should sleep over at his house or he could come over and
stay at my house. I replied “That would be cool”.
One
afternoon, Brad and I were playing down by the creek, when all of sudden I wet
my pants. I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t want Brad to see me like this, so
on purpose I fell into the creek to cover up that I had wet my pants. Brad just
laughed with me as I got out of the creek dripping wet. I thought to myself,
heck what was going on, I never had a daytime accident and luckily Brad never
suspected that I had wet my jeans. I figured that I must have been caught up in
the playing I forgot to go to the bathroom. I walked into my house and my
parents seeing my wet clothing, said to me “You were playing in the creek
again, weren’t you Tim?” “Yes” I replied. “How many times have you or your
father told you not to play by that creek. You could have drowned young man”.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” “It better not young man, now get out of
those wet clothes. Well I got away it with it. They never suspected that I had
an accident in my pants. My parents told John and myself that they were going over
to a friend’s house to play cards and that were to be on our own for the night.
I asked mom who would diaper me and she said that she had asked John to take
care of it for tonight. After watching TV, I went into my room to get ready for
bed. John followed me in my bedroom and told me to lie down. I did has he
instructed in which he took off my jeans, shirt, underwear and socks. He went
over to my diaper drawer and pulled out a thick cloth diaper and some diaper
pins. He asked me to lift my butt up in which he slid my thick night diaper
underneath me. As he pinned the diapers together he asked me how it felt
wearing diapers again. I told him that I really didn’t mind wearing diapers and
it really felt very comfortable being in them. John took a pair of frosty white
plastic pants out of the diaper drawer and proceeded to put them over my thick
night diapers. “There you go young man, all diapered up for the night”. “Can I
ask you a personal question Tim?” “Yes, I guess so” I replied. “When I took off
your underwear I noticed that they seem to smell of urine and earlier tonight
it seemed like you might have wet your pants. Are you having a problem in the
daytime as well?” “Please don’t say anything to mom or dad, I don’t know what’s
happening and I think it was just a one time thing.” “You know Tim, you still
have some of those Goodnites left over. You might want to wear one during the
day, so that way if you did have an accident, no one would notice.” John added.
“No I don’t think that I would like to wear something like that during the
daytime. I’m sure that it will pass.” I replied back to John. “That’s up to
you, but you know mom and dad will find out sooner or later. I think you better
tell them what is going on with you. They’ll understand.
The next day was Saturday and we
were all cleaning out the garage, then like the days before I had an accident
in front of my parents. There I was standing in front of them in very wet
pants. “Tim, did you just have an accident, how come you didn’t go to the
bathroom.” My mother asked me. “ I didn’t know that I had to go, I guess I was
too busy cleaning out the garage.” “Go on and get into the house and get
cleaned up young man.” During the rest of the day, I had one more accident, but
this time I was by myself and no one knew that I had a second wetting accident
within the same day. Saturday night came to a close, I was diapered for the
night. She didn’t say anything about my daytime accident. Sunday came and gone
and I went to school the next day with Brad, wondering if I was going to have a
daytime accident at school. I was hoping that I wouldn’t.
During the rest of the week went by
and I only had two daytime accidents, but I managed to cover them up, but I was
suspecting that Brad was on to me. He asked me why my jacket was covering up
the waist and I replied that I didn’t feel like carrying it so I wrapped it
around my waist. He seemed to buy that story, but I knew that he still
questioned what was happening. On Friday, as I was coming home from school, I
had wet my pants again, this time I had to walk into the house where my mother
seeing my wet condition saying to me “ Young man, what are we going to do about
this problem of yours. We can’t keep having you wetting your pants during the
daytime.” “Mom I’m sure that it wouldn’t happen again, I promise” “You better
hope so, now go and get changed before Brad comes over tonight” “What do you
mean Brad is coming over tonight?” My mother explained that Brad’s parents were
going out of town for the next couple of days and she asked if Brad could spend
the weekend at our house. Since you and Brad are such good friends I told her
that would be no problem if Brad stayed with us. “But mom, Brad doesn’t know
anything about my bedwetting or that I have to wear diapers at night.” I protested.
“Honey, I’m sure that we can hide that you have to wear night diapers. Even if
he did find out I’m sure that he’d understand.” “Yes I guess your right, but
how many of thirteen year olds still wear diapers to bed?” I replied. “A lot
more than you think, why do you think that make diapers in large sizes if there
wasn’t a demand for them.”
We agreed that they were going to
put my night things in my parent’s room and that I was to be put into my night
diapers before bedtime in my parent’s room. Since I would normally wear
pajamas, concealing my diapers really wouldn’t be such a big deal. Brad came
over to my house around 5pm carrying an overnight bag. He placed his bag inside
my room. We played Nintendo until dinnertime. During dinner, my parents informed
us that we were going to the Mall of America tomorrow. Both Brad and I were
excited over the fact that we could play at Camp Snoopy and even see that new
Star Wars movie. After dinner we watched a movie and during the movie, I
couldn’t believe it, but I started to wet my pants. I rushed into to the
bathroom, but only to find that it was too late. My mother came into the
bathroom, knowing something was wrong and saw that I had wet my pants. As she
saw this, se said to me “What are we going to do about this young man, its one
thing to wet the bed at your age, but to start wetting your pants too. I think
we should return to the doctor on Monday to see if there is anything wrong with
you. Go to your room and change quickly. I think there is another pair of jeans
that are the same ones that you have on, that way Brad won’t notice.” I did as
instructed and returned to watch the movie with Brad and he didn’t seem to
notice, or at least that is what I thought.
After the movie, my mom told us that
we should think about getting to bed, as tomorrow will be a full day. Brad
asked if he could use the bathroom first and I said go ahead. With Brad wanting
to use the bathroom first, this gave the perfect opportunity to change into my
night diapers without Brad noticing. I quickly went into my parents’ room and
my mother put my diapers and plastic pants on me. I put my pajamas over my
thick cloth night diapers and teen-sized plastic pants. With the pajama top
hanging over the bottom of my pajamas, it was difficult to notice the bulk of
my diapers or plastic pants. I was walking toward my bedroom when Brad came out
of the bathroom with a pair of sleep shorts and a tee shirt on. “Don’t you get
a little warm with pajamas on?” Brad asked. “No I always sleep in pajamas, winter
or summer.” I replied. This of course is a complete lie, I occasionally wear
pajamas over my diapers when it was cold, but I would wear just my diapers and
plastic pants to bed. I sat on the edge of my bed and Brad sat on the edge of
his bed, which was directly across from mine, he looked at me and said “Tim,
why do your pajamas look on the bulky side.” I replied that it was the type of
fabric of the pajamas that made it look that way. I asked Brad if he wanted to
see the newest Nintendo magazine which I received in the mail a few of days ago
to change the subject…which was heading in a direction that I really didn’t
want. He replied that he would and got up and sat next to me. As we looked
through the magazine Brad kept on looking at me and at my pajama bottoms.
“Something not right here buddy, I’ve been noticing when ever you move around,
I hear a crinkling sound, something like plastic.” Brad noted to me. “I don’t
hear anything” I sounded back to him. He continued to look at the magazine as I
got up to get another magazine, as I was bending down to pick up another
magazine, Brad came up from behind me and started to wrestle with me. As we
rolled around the floor, Brad’s hand went on my back underneath my pajamas. He
touched my padded rear end and said to me “Your wearing diapers aren’t you?”
“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about Brad!” With that, Brad forced me
down on the floor pulled up my shirt and pulled down my pajamas exposing my
thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. “I thought you said you weren’t wearing
diapers Tim, what gives?” I got up and sat on the edge of my bed and explained
to Brad that I started wetting my bed a few months ago and my parents make wear
diapers to bed to keep my bed dry. Brad sat next to me and put his arm around
me and said “its Ok buddy, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, your secret is safe
with me. I kind of figured that you were wearing diapers by the way your
pajamas bulked out and the noise of your plastic pants. If it makes you feel
better. I use to wet the bed until I was eight years old and my parents made me
wear pampers to bed. So I can feel what you are going through. I shouldn’t be
telling you this, but you’re not the only boy that has to wear diapers to bed.
You know Matt that is in our class, well I found out that has a bedwetting
problem and has been wearing Goodnites since they came out and before that he
had to wear pampers like me. We were in the same cabin at summer camp a few
years ago. And you know Mark, that boy in a wheel chair. Well since his accident
five years ago that put him in that wheel chair, well he has to wear diapers
all the time. He has to go to the nurse’s office to have his diaper changed.
I’m the only one who knows that he wears them. Remember when I fell and cut my
leg and had to go to the nurse’s office I had to go to the nurse’s office well
as I was entering the office, his pants were just being pulled up over his
diapers and I saw them stick out of this pants. He made me promise not to tell
anyone about it and I told him that I wouldn’t tell a soul. You got to promise
me that you wouldn’t say anything too. Boy was I relieved to hear that he used
to have the problem too, but he was eight when it ended, but here I am…thirteen
years old and just beginning to wet the bed and wear diapers. I had taken off
my pajamas and was lying in bed with nothing but my diapers. Brad and I talked
a little while longer and both of us fell asleep within the hour.
The next morning, I awoke around 7am
just about the same time Brad woke up, we talked about our trip to the Mall of
America and what fun were we going to have. As we talked, I realized that my
night diapers were completely soaked underneath my plastic pants, but at least
my bed was dry. I crawled out from under the sheets just in my diapers when Brad
commented that it was a good thing that I was wearing diapers, as he noticed
that I was a heavy wetter, as my diapers sagged underneath my plastic pants.
Just as I was heading toward my dresser drawers to retrieve some clean
underwear and shorts, my mother came into the bedroom to tell us to get
showered and dressed. Brad said that I could go first, since it appeared that I
needed a shower more than Brad, due to my very wet diapers. Once in the
bathroom I removed my diapers and plastic pants and put them into the diaper
pail behind the linen closet. I showered the baby smell off from me and dried
myself off. I came out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my waist
and told Brad that he could take his shower next. He took his clothes with him
as he entered the bathroom. I returned to my bedroom to get dressed when my mom
and dad came into the room and sat down next to me. They explained that since
we were going on a long car trip (about 2 ½ hours) and since I was having some
trouble with keeping my pants dry, that they thought it would safer if I wore
diapers during the trip. I said that I wasn’t willing to wear diapers during
the daytime. I wasn’t a baby and I told them I wouldn’t have another accident.
My dad said that’s what you said yesterday and the day before that, but you
still wet your pants. My dad added “Look son, if you are going to continue with
this daytime wetting, we don’t want to wet yourself at the mall or even in the
car. By wearing diapers, if you have an accident, no one will ever notice. If
you don’t wear the diapers and have an accident, you be more embarrassed
without one. If you wear the diapers and need to use the bathroom, you can
un-tape the diaper and relieve yourself.” My mom produced what appeared to look
like a disposable baby diaper, but larger. They told me to lie down and as the
disposable diaper was placed underneath me I started to cry. “I don’t want to
wear diapers and I don’t want Brad finding out that I’m wearing diapers to the
mall. I pleaded” “You’ll have to wear these disposable diapers during the
daytime until your daytime wetting abates. If you decide to tell Brad about
this, it is up to you.” my parents told me.
As the thick disposable diaper was drawn between my
legs and taped at the sides, I could hear the crinkling of my diapers that I
was about to wear for the first time. After my diapers were in place I was told
to put on my shorts that I was going to wear for that day. My parents left the
room as I put on my socks, shorts and shirt. I thought the budge of my diapers
were noticeable especially the crinkling sound that the disposable diapers gave
when I walked. Brad entered the room but apparently didn’t notice that I was
diapered. My parents told us to get outside so that we could get a move on.
While we were outside Brad said that he forgot his wallet and would be right
back. Waiting outside was my brother John and myself. John said to me “Tough
break kid, first you have to wear diapers at night for your bedwetting, now
they have you wearing diapers during the daytime. Hopefully you can use the
bathroom instead of your diapers and maybe mom and dad won’t diaper you during
the daytime anymore.” “I hope I can too, I don’t want to wear diapers anymore
than I have to” I replied. Brad and my parents came out of the house and we all
got into the van. My mother came out with a few luggage bags and I asked what
they were for. They said that we might be staying the night in a hotel and they
packed some clothes of all of us. Also she appeared in toting a smaller bag and
a fanny pack that could have been my diaper bag, but wasn’t sure.
Once in the van my brother sat on
back seat of the van and Brad and I sat in the middle seats. Everything was
going good and Brad so far didn’t suspect that I was wearing a disposable diaper.
We were goofing off, playing with my game-boy when Brad knocked it out of my
hands accidentally. It landed on the floor, John grabbed the top part of my
shirt un-tucking it from my pants as I bent forward to retrieve my game-boy. I
did not realize that this had happened, so as I bent forward my disposable
diaper came in plain view of Brad and John. Of course John already knew that I
was wearing diapers, but Brad didn’t. Brad said in a loud voice. “My god,
you’re wearing diapers, why in the world would you be wearing diapers during
the daytime.” I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned by what has happened and
I even think that John purposely did what he did so that Brad could see that I
was diapered. My mom spoke up and explained to Brad that my wetting has
increased and they feared that I would have a daytime accident in the car or at
the mall, so to play it safe that Tim would wear a diaper today. Brad said that
he was sorry, once again if I made me feel embarrassed and that it didn’t
matter if I had to wear diapers again. The rest of the trip went smoothly,
except that during the trip I had wet myself. I knew what my parents said to me
that if I continued wetting I would have to continue wearing diapers. When we
pulled into the parking ramp at the Mall of America, my parents asked if anyone
had to use the restrooms before we entered the mall. My mom personally asked me
and I sheepishly said that I had accidentally wet myself. “Well I guess we
should change your diaper then!” my dad added. He told me to lie down on the
van floor. As I lied down, John helped my dad out by going into the diaper bag
and pulling out a clean dry disposable diaper, but this disposable diaper
wasn’t white like I was currently wearing, but it was light-blue in color. My
pants were pulled down, exposing my wet disposable diaper. The clean dry
disposable diaper was placed underneath my wet diaper then the tapes were
peeled off and the wet diaper was removed from me. While this was going on,
Brad and my mom were watching. He then pulled the dry diaper between my legs
and taped the diaper in place and my pants were pulled back up. I could help
but notice that my diaper was now even more bulky than the original diaper. It
even seemed to make more of the crinkling sound. I knew from that moment on,
that my life wouldn’t be the same. My mom told me that the diaper I was now
wearing was an extra absorbent daytime disposable. She bought them when she had
purchased my other diapers. As Brad and I walked into the mall, Brad asked me
what it was like to wear diapers during the daytime. I told Brad that I hated
that I was going to have to wear diapers during the daytime, but at least now I
knew that I was well protected if I had another accident. You could tell by
looking at my budged out pants and the crinkling from the plastic that I was
diapered.
The rest of the morning went great I
forgot that I was in diapers and didn’t even realize it until lunchtime when we
sat down for lunch, did I notice that my diaper was wet. After lunch my parents
suggested that we see that new Star Wars movie on the fifth floor. Both Brad
and I was excited and I’m sure that John wouldn’t mind seeing the movie too. My
dad asked me if I needed to use the bathroom and I said that my diaper was
already wet. He handed John a fanny pack and asked him to change my diapers in
the men’s room near the theatre. Now I knew what the fanny pack was for. It
contained a clean diaper for me. John escorted me to the men’s room and told me
that it would be easier if I would lie down on the diaper-changing table in the
men’s room. John said it would support my weight as it said that I would hold
up to 125lbs. Since I only weighed 100lbs, it shouldn’t be a problem. John
helped up on the changing table and there were other teenagers looking on. I
couldn’t care less, I didn’t know any of them and I was going to see the new
Star Wars movie. John unbuttoned my shorts and exposed my soaking wet diaper.
“My god, you’re wet. I’m glad you’re wearing diapers. He un-taped my diapers
and rolled it up and placed it in the trashcan next to the changing table. He
got out the clean dry diaper from the fanny pack and placed it underneath me.
As he taped the diaper in place, there were several teenage boys looking on
seeing me being diapered by my older brother. I bet they never seen another
teenage boy wearing thick disposable diapers, let alone being changed in front
of everyone in a public washroom. You could hear the remarks from the others as
they said to others “Look, he’s wearing diapers”. After John and I left the
bathroom, Brad asked me where I got changed. I replied that John changed me on
the changing table. “You mean on the diaper changing table, just like a baby?”
Brad asked. “Well I guess so, but I’m not a baby and I bet I’m not the only
older boy that has his diaper changed on that table.” I answered back. “I
didn’t mean that you were a baby, I could just imagine the looks on others as
they saw having your diaper changed.” Brad returned my answer. Brad, John and I
went over and purchased three tickets to Star Wars and went inside the movie
theatre. As we entered, I could hear a few boys saying “Look, there’s that boy
who was having his diaper changed, can you imagine having to wear diapers at
his age.” Since I didn’t know the boys, I didn’t care what they said about me.
We watched the movie and enjoyed ourselves. After the movie, our parents
re-joined us and we continued our shopping. I had noticed that our parents
already acquired several bags worth of clothes and stuff. Before we decided to
have dinner at the Rainforest Café, we put our packages inside the van. My
parents asked me if I needed a change, but I said that I was ok. After dinner
my parents suggested that we check ourselves into the hotel. We stayed at the
Best Western Motor Lodge that had a very large indoor pool area with slides and
other indoor games. We unpacked the luggage and packages from the Mall of
America. We didn’t want to leave them in the car in fear of someone breaking
into the van to steal them. John was in a hurry to put on his swim trunks and
go down to the pool. Brad asked if he could join him, so both John and Brad
were off to the pool. My mom told me that she wanted me to wear one of those
cotton bedwetter pants and a pair of plastic pants underneath my swimming trunks,
incase of an accident, but I told her that it probably would be useless wearing
something like that. She thought about it for a minute or two and then finally
decided that I would be able to just put on my swimming trunks without any type
of diaper. I was glad that I didn’t have to go down to the pool and let
everyone see that I was still in diapers. For the first time today, I was going
to wear something without diapers. I put on my swimming trunks, which felt good
without having any type of restrictive clothing on. I knew that I needed
diapers for the daytime, but swimming I could go without the diapers.
After swimming for about an hour and
a half, all of us went back into our room. Since our parents had two rooms, we
had the adjoining room next to theirs. My dad asked if we could stay in our
room for the rest of the night, as my parents were extremely tired. My dad also
asked John to take care of my nightly diapering. John went into the bathroom to
take off his wet swimming trunks and he returned wearing his sleep shorts
(boxer shorts) and a tee shirt. Brad and I just took off our swimming trunks
and dried off as John was in the bathroom. After I dried myself off and John
exited the bathroom, he told me to lie down on the bed. He went over to my
luggage and pulled out a super thick disposable diaper and a pair of plastic
pants. Brad was just sitting there watching TV all the while I was getting
taped into my night diapers. Once again, I was surprised that I was being put
into a different style of disposable diaper. This one was really thick, thicker
than the ones I was wearing earlier in the day. John told me that our mom
bought these for this trip, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to wear my normal
cloth diapers, so these super thick nighttime disposable diapers were just the
ticket for my bedwetting. I questioned why the plastic pants, and he just told
me that it was extra precaution if I leaked. After my plastic pants were pulled
up over my thick night diapers we all sat there watching TV for about another
hour. John had is own bed and Brad and I shared a bed. Brad told me that I had
better not wet the bed and I replied “How can I wearing thick diapers like
this” “Well they better hold or someone is going to get their ass kicked in the
morning.” Brad responded. In the morning our parents came into our room and
told us to get dressed as we were going out for breakfast and then heading
home. John dragged himself out of bed and when into the bathroom. Brad asked my
mom if he could use their bathroom and she said that it was Ok. Brad walked out
of our room and my mom went over and retrieved a clean dry disposable diaper.
She took off my plastic pants and un-taped my extremely wet diaper. After she
dried me off she placed the thick disposable diaper underneath me and taped it
in place. As she was finishing this, Brad returned from their room and John
came out of the bathroom. Brad didn’t say anything about me wearing diapers
again in the daytime but John couldn’t miss an opportunity to kid me about my
diapers. “So is Timmy feeling all better now that he had his diaper changed”
Knock it off, my mother told John. We all got dressed and Brad did say that he
couldn’t believe that I was going to wear diapers again, but I guess you need
them to stay dry.
We ate breakfast at the hotel
restaurant and then shortly after that left the hotel to come home. We dropped
Brad off at his house because his parents returned from their trip and we
headed home ourselves. John went over to one of his friend’s home and I stayed
behind. After my parents unpacked my mom came into my room and while I was
playing Nintendo and asked if I needed to be changed. I told her that I
probably need a change. She went over and got out a disposable diaper and
proceeded to change my diaper. As she was doing this is said “You know Tim,
since your daytime wetting hasn’t debated and that you don’t care if you wear
diapers, then we are going to the doctor’s office tomorrow morning and you will
have to wear diapers to school for the rest of the week.” Mom I really don’t
want to wear diapers, but I can’t help wetting myself. I figured that wearing
diapers is probably the best thing for me” I responded. “Well, let’s see what
the doctor has to say”. For the rest of the afternoon I studied for one of my
exams. During this timeframe I needed only one diaper change and my mom came in
a changed my diaper without saying a word.
The next morning I was changed out
of my nightly cloth diapers and placed into a disposable diaper .We head out
the door and drove to the doctors office. Once in the doctor’s office the nurse
told me to undress and put on one of those hospital gowns. I took off my
clothes with my mom present and put on the gown. I now was embarrassed that I
was wearing a diaper and the nurse and doctor would see this. After the
examination, he ordered some blood tests and some x-rays. He told my mom that
he couldn’t see anything physically wrong with me, but until the tests came
back he suggested that we cope with my wetting the best way possible. He was
surprised to see me wearing a disposable diaper and said that most kids your
ages resented in wearing diapers and that they would rather wet their pants or
wear something that didn’t look like a diaper. My mom said that at first I was
didn’t want to wear the diaper, but now after wearing them for a while, he
knows that wearing diapers is what he needs to keep his pants dry. The doctor
said that he would give my mom a prescription for disposable diapers so that
way the insurance will pay for them. My mom thanked the doctor and asked if she
could change my diaper in the examining office so that I could be returned to
school without any more delays. My diaper was changed and I returned to school
for the first time wearing diapers underneath my school clothes. Luckily since
I had finals, I could come and go in between classes and that I could go home
to have my diaper changed if I needed one instead of having the nurse change my
diaper. While I was in school my mother decided to take advantage of the
prescription that the doctor had given her and went to a large medical supply
store. She explained that she needed diapers for her thirteen-year old son who
was now incontinent and needed those twenty-four hours a day. The sales lady
showed her dozens of disposable diapers and even some cloth diapers and
waterproof pants. The saleslady went on in adding that most of children and
teenagers still in diapers feel more comfortable in the Attendsä disposable diapers. She said that they did
carry the new Pampersä in sizes larger than the
normal size six that you might see on the grocery shelves. She showed my mom
the “new” Pampers Size Twelve. These pampers were exactly like the baby
counterparts, but instead of the babyish design on the front, it was a little
more geared toward the older child and teenagers. Though these pampers still
have the classic waist style (the ones without an elastic waist), she told my
mom that the Pampers size twelve was the most cost efficient disposable diaper
on the market. In all my mother purchased two cases of the Attendsä small disposable diapers, one case of
Poudouceä disposable diapers, these
were designed as a extra absorbent daytime disposable diaper or could be used
as a overnight diaper. These Poudouce™ disposable diapers had an outer plastic
covering were a light blue and she also purchased one case of the Pampersä size twelve. Which any unopened packages
could be returned. Several dozen cloth diapers and two dozen teen-size plastic
pants in white and light blue were also purchased. Along with other plastic
pants she bought six pairs of snap-on plastic pants, to make diaper changes a
little easier. She also purchased seven pairs of a diaper pants. These diaper
pants were like thick training pants with plastic pants sewed together. They
were also of the snap on variety. The medical supply store also carried a
larger version of the Onesies, a tee shirt that snapped in the crotch for
easier diaper changes, added warmth to the child and protection for that if you
bend forward, you wouldn’t have that embarrassing showing of your diapers.
Since all this protective clothing was a medical need, my mother had to pay
nothing and it was all forwarded to the insurance company.
Brad saw me after class and asked me
how the doctor visit was. I told him that we had to wait to see the results of
the tests before if could rule anything out. Brad also said by the way my pants
were just a little bulky and the sound of the crinkling plastic that I was
wearing diapers to school. I confirmed his notions. Brad also said to me, “I
can’t believe that you are starting to wear diapers to school. What are you
planning on doing when gym class comes around? You’ll have to change in front
of all the other guys and I bet they’ll notice your diapers.” “Well, I’m not
sure how I’m going to handle gym class. Maybe my parents can get me out of gym
class, until I stop wearing diapers.” I replied. “I hope so, for your sake”
Brad said. We both went to our separate homes where I studied for my next
final. Mark, my classmate who was in a wheel chair was in my next class. Since
I couldn’t bring up that I knew that he wore diapers, I had to some how let him
know that I wore diapers too. I was interested in that another boy my age had
to wear diapers to school and was interested in what type of diapers he wore
and how he felt about wearing diapers. I had noticed that all my regular
underwear was replaced with my new diapers. I couldn’t believe the variety of
diapers my mother had purchased. My mother came into my room and asked me if I
needed a change. I replied that I did. She also commented that I have noticed
the extra diapers and that my regular underwear was replaced with diapers. She
told me that as long as I continue in having daytime accidents that I was going
to wear diapers. She had me lie down on my bed after I removed my jeans. She
went over and opened a package of the Pampers size twelve. She told me even
though they looked like baby-style diapers, the sales lady told her that will
fit. I was surprised that these Pampers were extremely thick and had a cute
design on the front. After my mother unfastened my wet diaper, she pulled the
Pamper underneath me and taped them in place. She was pleasantly surprised to
see that the “new” Pampers would actually fit me. The Pampers was high enough
in the back and front for adequate protection. I looked into a mirror after my
mother had left and admired that I was wearing regular baby-style diapers. Since
I couldn’t ask Mark about his diapers, maybe I could accidentally show him that
I wore diapers and what better diaper to have sticking out of my pants than
that of a Pamper. After dinner I decided to go to bed early so my mom came into
my room to get me ready for bed. She opened the package of the over-night
disposable diapers and told me that she wanted to try these disposable diapers
to see if they could hold up to my heavy wetting. My wet pamper was taken off
from me and these super thick light blue disposable diapers were drawn up in
place and taped in place. My mother said good night and I felt on how thick my
diapers were. Right then and there I knew that I loved being in diapers. I
didn’t know why, but the added protection, bulk of my diapers gave me the
security I needed. I was wondering if my additional daytime wetting had
something to do with the pleasure of wear diapers.
The next morning, my overnight
diaper was wet, but not soaking like my other disposable diapers normally was.
I liked the feeling of wearing these thicker diapers and I even like the light
blue color of the outer plastic backing. My mom came into my room and took out
a disposable diaper from the first batch she bought me, but I said that I would
like to try wearing the Pampersä to school to see if they
could handle my daytime wetting. At first she said no, but then said “Why, not.
If you are going to wear diapers to school, then I guess you can wear any type
of diaper you want. You know that if you wear these Pampersä, there might be a chance that someone might
notice that you’re actually wearing a disposable diaper.” “I’m sure that I can
be real careful in making sure that no one sees that I’m wearing diapers” I
added. My mom pulled out another Pamperä from its package and placed
it underneath me then taped it in place. I was instructed to get dressed for
school as she left my room. I went over to my clothes closet and looked over
the jeans and pants that were hanging in the closet. I selected a pair of baggy
jeans that had a wider waist and more of a baggy fit in the crotch area. I put
on a printed tee shirt and looked myself in my door mirror. You really couldn’t
tell that I was wearing a Pamperä underneath my jeans. I sat
down on my bed and then glanced toward the mirror and noticed that there was a
slight budge in my jeans. I don’t think that anyone who looked would really say
to himself “Look that boy is wearing diapers”. I had my back facing the mirror
and bent over. As I bent over my tee shirt rode up my back and in plain view
you could see my disposable diaper stick out from my waistline. Now all I had
to do is bend over in front of Mark, hoping that he would notice my diaper
sticking out from my pants and say something to me. As I walked out from my
room, my mom told me that she couldn’t tell that I was wearing diapers the way
I was dressed. As I walked to school I meet Brad and we chatted about what we
were going to do the next weekend and during the summer vacation, which was
less than two months away.
Once I was in my science class, I
noticed Mark was sitting at a wheel chair desk and there were several other
desks around him. I decided to sit directly across from him. We exchanged
pleasantries and got on with our test. During the middle of the test I
purposely dropped my pencil in front and in between Mark and myself. As I
leaned over toward Mark to pick up my pencil, I could feel that my tee shirt
had ridden up, exposing my shameful disposable Pamperä I had on. I could tell Mark had noticed my
diaper as he gasped and looked at me in astonishment when I sat back up in my
chair. All the way through the rest of the test, Mark looked at me and glanced
down at my pants. Now all that was to happen was that, Mark needed to ask me
why I was wearing diapers. After class I walked out of class and headed for the
library. As I was walking down the hall I noticed Mark was behind me. I walked
into the library and sat down at a table near the rear of the library. Within a
few minutes Mark came up to me and asked if he could sit at my table. I replied
“sure, make yourself comfortable.” As we sat there and studied, I purposely
scratched my back, as I did this, you could hear the crinkling sound when I
touched the top of my diaper. Mark seemed to notice and looked at me when I did
this. After about the third time that there was a crinkling sound when I
scratched my back or side, Mark said “What’s that sound? Every time you scratch
your back, there’s a crinkling sound, like plastic or something like that.” “I
don’t hear anything”. I replied. Of course I was leading him on, hoping that he
would ask me about my diapers, instead of me confessing that I had diapers on.
After about 10 or 15 minutes, he said to me “Are you wearing a disposable
diaper, Tim. I mean when you were in class earlier and leaned over to pick up
your pencil, I noticed what appeared to be a disposable diaper. At first I
wasn’t sure that you were wearing them, but now when you scratch your back or
side, there’s that distinctive sound of plastic that only a disposable diaper
will make.” “Ok, so I wear diapers. You’re not going to say anything to anyone
else are you?” I asked. “No, I won’t say a word about your diapers, but you
might want to tuck in your shirt so that you can’t see your diapers if you bend
over” Mark replied. “And how do you know that there is a distinctive sound
associated with disposable diapers, do you have younger brothers or sisters
that are still in diapers?” I asked. “No I don’t have any siblings.” “Then how
do you know the sound a disposable diaper makes if you don’t have any siblings
that wear diapers?” I bounced back with. “The reason I know the sound a
disposable diaper makes, is because since my accident several years ago, I need
to wear diapers myself.” Mark said. “You got to be kidding, I thought I was the
only one in school that needs to wear diapers!” I told Mark. “So why do you
need to wear diapers?” Mark asked. I explained that I started wetting my bed
several months ago and my parents put me into night diapers to keep my bed dry.
But just recently I started in having daytime accidents and since the doctors
are at a loss at why I’ve started in wetting my pants during the daytime. My
parents thought it would be in my best interest if I wear diapers to school, so
that way I won’t embarrass myself.
We talked a little while longer but
we both had another test to take. After school let out, Mark asked me if I
wanted to come over to his house and play Nintendo. I said sure, but let me
check with my mom first. I called my mom and asked if I could go over to a friend’s
house for the afternoon. She said it was ok in which Mark’s mom picked us up in
her mini-van. I was impressed the way the van was equipped to handle Mark’s
wheelchair. Mark could use his upper body and arms so he could get in and out
of his wheelchair by himself. Once we arrived at his home, Mark told me to go
into the den and he would be in shortly. Only after about less than 5 min.,
Mark wheeled himself to the den and parked his wheel chair. He pulled himself
out of the chair to sit on the floor so that the both of use could play
Nintendo on the floor. I could tell that he must have gotten his diaper
changed, as they were a lot more bulky than they were before. He bent forward
to get the controls and I could see his plastic pants sticking out from behind
his pants. He told me that he had to wear regular cloth diapers and plastic
pants at home, since his daytime disposable diapers were expensive and were
only to be used at school and other outings, such as Church, movies or going to
the mall or such. I told Mark that I too, wore cloth diapers and plastic pants
at night. I continued in saying that I like the comfort and the thickness of my
cloth diapers and super soft plastic pants. Although I told him that I would be
a little leery about wearing such thick cloth diapers and plastic pants during
the day. Mark said that his mom made him wear this thick cloth diapers and
plastic pants only at home and rarely outside the house although he did say
that he wore them to the beach one afternoon under his swimsuit while on
vacation on year. Since he didn’t know any one, he just sat on the beach just
in his cloth diapers and plastic pants.
I asked Mark on how he felt about
wearing diapers at an age such of ours. He explained to be that when his
accident happened, I was horrified that I was going to have to wear diapers
again. He also said to me that during the first two months after the accident
that he didn’t go outside the house in fear that someone would notice that he
was wearing diapers. After awhile he said that he got bored sitting at home and
not being able to go out with other kids, even though he had to use his
wheelchair, life would still go on. He finally got the nerve and started doing
things outside the house and to his surprise, no one noticed that he was
wearing diapers and even if they did notice they didn’t say anything. He
continued in staying that now that it has been about 5 years since the accident
I don’t remember anything but wearing diapers. He even said that once he was
wearing his thick cloth diapers. plastic pants and a tee shirt sitting just in
his wheel chair, when a friend dropped by to visit him. The friend didn’t say a
word about that he was just in his diapers, just accepted that this is the way
it is was going to be, so the attention of his diapers wasn’t a big deal.
After playing Nintendo with Mark for
about an hour or so and talking about how our lives were changed because of
wearing diapers all the time, I had to go home for dinner. Mark and his mom
took me home in their mini-van. I thanked Mark for a great afternoon and told
him that maybe we should plan an overnighter sometime. He said that he would
like that; since he wasn’t had many friends sleep over, due to his physical
limitations and to the fact that he wore diapers. After I got home I told my
mother that I needed a change before dinner. She told me that she was busy
fixing dinner and that maybe I should ask John. I poked my head inside John’s
bedroom door, which he immediately asked what I wanted. I sheepishly told him that
I needed a change and mom was too busy to do it, so could you please change me.
“Yah, all right, let’s get to your room and change your little butt. We both
went into my room and John went in to my diaper closet and pulled out on of
those really thick baby blue junior diapers. I lied on my bed and he pulled off
my shoes and took down my pants. As he was un-taping my very wet diaper he told
me that it probably would be a good idea if you started in learning to change
your own diapers, that way you won’t need any assistance from anyone,
especially in school. Although I bet it is nice to have someone look after you
and change your diaper whenever you are wet. I kinda jealous that you are
getting all this extra attention, just because you are wearing diapers. I said,
“I’m sure that some of my diapers will fit you, if you want to start wearing
them?” “No, he replied, I think that a guy of 17, is a little old to be wearing
diapers and after all I don’t think my girlfriend would like her boyfriend
still in diapers!” “I don’t know about that John, I bet she wouldn’t mind
changing your diapers. Just think of the games you two could play if you
started wearing diapers!” I replied. “Yah, right.” John said. After my wet
diaper was removed, he cleaned me up a slid the clean thick diaper underneath
me. He grabbed some baby powder and sprinkled some powder on the diaper and me.
He carefully pulled the diaper between my legs and taped them into place.
“There you go Cowboy, all diapered and ready for dinner,” as he padded my
diapered rear-end. I got up off from my bed and pulled my pants over my thick
baby-blue disposable diapers. I liked the feeling of these diapers. They were
thick and the baby-blue color was babyish, just like Pampers or Huggies. During
dinner I told my mom, dad and John that my new friend Mark has to wear diapers
because of an auto accident he was in 5 years ago. I also brought up that since
“I’m going to have to wear diapers to school, maybe you or dad can write an
excuse for gym class for me. I don’t want to change in front of everyone.
They’ll make fun of me because I’ll be in diapers.” “Well, I guess that would
be an embarrassing situation. It’s not every day that you see thirteen-year old
wearing diapers. But I think I speak for dad too, that you’re going to have to
participate in gym class, like it not. You will have to undress like every one
else. It’s up to you on how to handle having them seeing your diapers. Since
you don’t care about your daytime wettings and having us put you back into
diapers during the day, then you’ll have to suffer the consequences. It is one
thing for you to wear diapers at night for your bedwetting, but I think you
have total control over your daytime wettings. It’s up to you, continue in
wetting your pants and have to wear diapers, or stop wetting your pants and
return to big boy underwear. You choose?” my mother told me. For the first time
I’d realized what I was doing, but I couldn’t help myself. Deep down I wanted
to wear my diapers, but I was scared what everyone else would think of me
starting to wear diapers again at the age of 13. After dinner I returned to my
room to do my homework. About 2 hours, my dad came into my room and told me
that it was time for me to get ready for bed. Was I got up from my desk I
started to undress myself. After I thoroughly undressed myself, except for the
wet disposable diaper, I lied down on my bed. My father got out some clean
cloth diapers and a fresh pair of plastic pants. As he un-taped my wet diaper
he said to me, “Since that I see that you wet your diapers again, I’m assuming
that you will be going to school in diapers tomorrow!” I can’t help it dad, and
I really don’t want to wear diapers to school. But I don’t have any other
choice, but to wear them to prevent accidents.” “I know son. You’re trying your
best to stop this problem, but I think you are right. You are going to have to
wear diapers to school from now on.” I don’t think your classmates will tease
you for wearing diapers to school. Just let them know it’s not your fault and
you have to wear them to help control your bladder.” My dad said to me. My dad
continued in putting my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants on me. After I
was diapered for the night, he kissed me goodnight and turned out the light. I
lied there only in my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants wondering what
tomorrow would bring!
Back into Diapers
By
Timmy
The Sequel to “Back into Diapers”
Coming soon
TAH
, Started
March, 1999
11-23-99
020661
02-01-04
(Slight Revision)