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? -- -Attendent