Subject: History 
Date: 3 Apr 1995 13:12:21 -0600   

	I was just sitting back thinking about all of the times 
in my life that I've seen things that kept my interest in 
diapers alive.  Aside from my own accidents, which I was 
never threatened to be put in diapers for, here's the list:  
	When I was four, my cousin (about 9) wore diapers on a 
family trip because he had diarrhea.  
	Around age eight there was a boy across the street 
about my own age who was forced outside of his house wearing 
nothing but a disposable diaper and a T-shirt.  He tried to 
get back in but the door had been locked.  After a few 
minutes he had settled down to sitting on the front steps 
and pulling his shirt over his diaper to cover it up while 
us kids were on the street laughing at him.  They eventually 
let him back in the house, and I never did find out why this 
happened.  
	When I was about eleven my uncle and his kids came to 
visit.  Their youngest boy, a five year old, wore diapers at 
night.  He was running around for at least an hour before 
bedtime with a diaper clearly visible under his pajamas. He 
slept in my room, and asked me in the morning to take his 
diaper off.  To this day I wish that I had told him it was 
better to wait and let his mother do it when she woke up.  
	Somewhere around fourteen I saw a kid in our 
neighborhood suddenly run out of his house wearing nothing 
but a diaper.  His father ran after him and grabbed him 
across the street.  I think the kid was about five.  
	At eighteen my mother had a boyfriend with two small 
boys, about three and a half and five.  My little sister 
baby-sat for the boys over the summer and whenever my mother 
and her boyfriend went out.  The smaller child wore diapers 
at night and naps.  One day the child had three accidents 
and my younger sister declared that he didn't have anything 
else to wear so he'd have to wear a diaper.  She put a 
diaper on him while he cried.  I didn't encourage her, but I 
didn't stop her either.  
	Around twenty-two I was in a picture and frame shop in 
a mall looking over some posters when a lady came in with a 
retarded teenager.  The kid sat on the floor while his 
mother talked over getting a picture framed.  I could easily 
see up his shorts to his disposable diaper.  In fact he was 
playing on the floor so much it was as though he was giving 
me a personal show.  
	Finally a few years ago my Grandmother told me about an 
aunt & uncles foster child who pooped his pants continuously 
at age seven.  They eventually put the kid back in diapers 
(to school even).  I don't want to go into great detail 
about this one since I'm writing a fact-fiction story based 
on it.  
	So there you go, my whole history of perverted stimuli.  
Anyone else out there care to relate similar true-life 
events?  

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-Attendent