From:  (Herb Stevens)
Subject: my Diaper History
Date: 12 Mar 1995 21:28:29 GMT

I'm in my late 20's and have
worn diapers for quite a while.  My background in a
summary goes like this.  My brother when he was
younger had a problem with accidents and was
aggressively forced to wear diapers for quite a
while during his childhood.  I also had a problem
with accidents when I was younger, and for a while
was getting away with it, and tried my hardest to
control myself.  After a while Mom told me that I
would be treated like a baby all day long if  I continue to have
these accidents.  While I was in the kitchen, unfortunately
Mom went into my room and began unpacking bags and was up
 there quite a while.  Mom then told me to come upstairs into my
room and to my astonishment, Mom had setup up a changing table
 with all baby accessories, powder ,lotion, wipes and had also
placed a new diaper for me.  I told Mom that I did not want this.

Mom then lifted me up to the table, .pulled my pants down 
and proceeded to clean me, change me into a diaper and told
 me that until I stopped having accidents I would stay in a
diaper and under no circumstance whatsoever am I able to
urinate or have a bowel movement in the toilet
until I would promise to my mother that i would
never have a accident again and until then even
more humiliating was that every baby gets changed by
his mom so that she would come in and change me. 
After many years of no accidents, I moved out and
have decided for the purpose of just in case of a
accident at night and during the day, when alone I
have worn diapers.  Now I enjoy wearing them.  I
now powder my bottom just in case   Hope that I did
not bore you, just a little FYI

I asked my mother if I could have friends over to the house and
she said yes(this was the first time that I was in diapers).  My
mother said yes but she said under no circumstance was I to use
the toilet for bm. or urinating, I was to tell mom and then
got with her to my room to get cleaned and changed.
I said ok, reluctantly.  I then had my friends over and
felt very weird that I was unable to have them up
to my room because of my changing table and cleaning
products.  After my friends came over, we played ball
for a while and during that time I drink a little soda and 
a sandwich.  After a while I felt uncomfortable and had
to go to the bathroom.  I then went over to mom and told
her that I had to go, and then went toward the bathroom
and mom got to me first, and told me that was not able
to use the toilet and by that time I had done my business
in my diaper, so uncomfortable.  Mom then told me
to get on the changing table,  my mother then took off
my pants and untaped my diaper.  At that time I would only
hope that she would either hurry up and clean me up and
put a new diaper on me or put a new pair of underpants
on me.  My luck first came the powder, then the lotion and
then mom told me to sit up for a moment while she slide
a diaper under me.  I did as told.  She then taped me up and 
redressed me. 

While I was put back into diapers, I would have no choice while
at home or outside but to tell mom that I had to go and it was
time for a change. I remember one time that both mom and I were
in a store shopping and I had just had a big lunch and something
to drink.  After a while I had to go to the bathroom, Mom saw
that I had to go.  She asked the salesperson for the ladies room,

 Mom also knew that they had a changing table with cleaning
products in the ladies room.  She told me that I was to use my
diaper and when we got to the ladies room that I was to get
changed there.  So then Mom and I went to the ladies room and
luckily no one else was there at the time,  Mom then told me to
get on the changing table and then she pulled off my pants
 and then untapped my diaper and cleaned me up and slid a diaper
on me. I was so embarrassed.  Mom while changing me would tell me
that since I'm having accidents like a baby that she would treat
me like one.  If I continued to have these accidents that I would
get a spanking..  Mom occasionally would tap my behind to see if
I went, or make sure that I drank to the extent that I had no
choice but to use my diaper to go. 

When I went to school I was privileged to use regular
underpants, but the very instant I would walk in the door
Mom took me into my room told me to lay down and began to check
me for accidents and then placed a diaper on me.  The only true
enjoyment that I did not mind while wearing diapers was when Mom
would sprinkle powder on me, because of the clean smell that it
would give me after I would have an accident. 

While being changed Mom would also give a massage with rubbing
alcohol which I would enjoy.

When I was younger and in diapers I asked to be changed 
standing up but Mom would insist that I must lay
down on the changing table and be treated like a
baby.  I would ask Mom often for this request and
after a while she would either tell me to be quiet
or she would put a pacifier in my mouth or give me
a spanking.  I would not always go along with
what she had requested and was forced to use a 
pacifier while changing me.  It also seamed the more
that elapsed while wearing diapers, the more I take
care of business in them while at home.  After a while
of being in diapers, I would also Mom for underpants
and she insisted that I wear diapers until I would 
not have accidents.  This did not happen because my
instincts were to do it in the diaper and not in the 
diaper.

On some occasions I have gone outside in diapers 
underneath my pants.  These times have been far and
few between because I do not have enough courage
as of yet to do it often. I wish that I had a companion
to change me and check to see when I was wet.  

Mom and Dad had to travel much and to keep the house together,
Mom had a nanny named Jenny for me. She was very nice. Mom would
tell me and the nanny that all baby's take daily naps and have
pacifier's and that I was to take a nap daily and that the nanny
was to check on me for wetness or any accident while I was
sleeping.  If I did not take nap,  Mom told Jenny to keep a list
and that for every day that I did not have one she would extend
the time that I was in diapers.  Jenny told me that these were
Mom instructions and that I was to do it or
pay the consequences.  So I gave in and had a pacifier and
my nap, but not in my bed but in a big crib.  It was
uncomfortable but I had no choice.  While dozing off and after
having lunch,  I was about to have an accident and Jenny 
insisted that I have it in my diaper and she would change me.
Well I had no choice, Jenny told me to get on the changing
table and she continued to undress me and take out a clean
diaper, powder and lotion.  I told Jenny that Mom usually
gives my a massage with rubbing alcohol after changes and it
soothes me and I would prefer if she would also.  Jenny
continued to change me and clean me up.  Jenny apologized
that she had to do this, but was told to do so by Mom.
As of today I do not have anyone to change my diaper, but 
would like to share this with someone in the future.             

My brother knew about how I was being treated because of his
prior experiences.  He knew that he had to go along 
Moms commands or she would yell at him.  He would
be told to check on me and make sure that I would
not use the bathroom and have my business in my diapers.
I thought one time that I was able to go the bathroom
without Mom knowing while she was away.  I had just gone
over to a friends house and my brother cam along.  Only 
because so he could keep an eye on me and take care of me.
One time after a gathering with friends and eating much
and drinking.  I had to go bad.  I held it as long as
possible.  While not knowing, one of my friends by accident
had opened my bag and had seen my diapers, powder and lotion.
I was so embarrassed.  I tried to explain to them that I 
was forced back into diapers indefinitely by my mother.
Luckily my friend understood and said when he was younger
he wet his bed but was able to control himself after a 
while.  Well after that my brother took me into the bathroom
and told me to undress and he will change me.  This
was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me.  He
told me to lay down and he slid a clean diaper under me.  My 
Dad's partake in the activity would be close to same.


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  HERB STEVENS