DIAPERED AT EIGHT ----------------- When I was eight years old my parents were a strange bunch. My mother worked for an electrical company and my dad traveled the world. I saw my dad one weekend a month, maybe. As I was growing up I spent a lot of time at different peoples' places. I had a very interesting childhood because when I was punished from one place I would go to another. I remember as we entered the day care as we did every morning my mother said goodbye to me and the attendants. Since it was 5 in the morning I was told to grab a mattress from the pile and find a place to lie down. I went and lay down in the back room, and to my surprise I fell asleep. When I awoke I was being awakened by one of the other girls who told me that the other kids would be showing up in a few minutes and then left the room. When I got up I noticed that my pants and the mattress were all wet. I went to see one of the girls since this was strange because I only wet once during the night and I had already done so around three. The lady took care of the bed first by taking it out back and hosed it down. She then came back and took me upstairs. She stripped me of all my clothes. She told me that everything was fine and she would have me ready in a few. This daycare was two story and had three areas upstairs. It had a back yard and two bathrooms. We are now upstairs by the nursery in the bathroom. Since I was five I had always wanted to wear white underwear because the designs were too childish for a man like me. The girl took my yellow stained underpants off and gave me a quick bath. We were interrupted once or twice but never where I could be seen. After my bath she got me out an dried me off. She then sat me on the toilet and told me to do pee pee in the potty. She left and when she returned she was carrying a bunch of clothes. She told me how my day was going to be. She said I was going to stay upstairs with the toddlers. She said I was going to be treated like them and be re-potty trained today since I had no other clothes to wear. She told me that she did not want me to get teased by the other kids. I was then helped to get ready. She held a pair of training pants that had little teddy bears. I stepped into them and felt the thickness with my hands. She then held up my pants. These were blue corduroy pull-on pants with no fly. She the produced a sweater with a little dog on the front. She then took me to the kitchen where she sat me at the table and tied a cloth bib around my neck and gave me a bowl of Cheerios and a sippy cup of milk. After I finished eating I joined the rest of the little kids. They did not remove my bib and left me alone. Every hour, though, they would come by and ask every child if they needed to use the potty and then, without warning, they would pull the backs of some of the kids' pants to check and see if anyone had pooped their pants. The first time this happened I was really embarrassed. When lunch came around we had spaghetti and all of us kids were filthy. The ladies took all of our bibs and wiped our face. Then we were all lined up to go to the bathroom. When they got to me they took down my pants down. I sat up on the toilet with the toddler splash guard. While I was on the toilet they took off my pants. She left me there and I did go. She lifted me up and told me for nap time I was going to wear a diaper. She laid me down on the floor in the bathroom and grabbed a diaper. She diapered me and sent me off to go nap. When the kids go to bed in this daycare they have either a bottle or pacifier. The lady gave me a warm bottle and told me to have a good nap. She then flipped me over to my stomach and rubbed my back until I fell asleep. When I awoke I was thirsty so I finished my bottle. The girl came over to me and stuck her finger down the front of my diaper and found it to be dry so she replaced my pants and gave me a cookie and told me they would remove the diaper next time I went to the bathroom. So after almost all the kids were up we had to watch Sesame Street. We were then checked and then ready a story. I was forced to listen to it and after I was forced to sing songs. At five mom came to find her eight-year-old wearing someone else's clothes and in a diaper. After being told what happened she checked my diaper and told me I would stay that way till morning. We then went shopping and mom carried around the diaper bag given by the day care. When I had to go pee mom made sure she took her time to find a bathroom that I went in my pants. Mom changed me back into another diaper and we went to McDonalds to eat. She made me sit in the high chair and tied the Hamburglar bib around my neck. She gave me a Happy Meal with a toddler meal that had just a burger, milk and a plush toy. We ate and she would make sure that my burger was just out of my reach so that she would have to give it to me. My milk she put into a sippy cup and gave me the toy to play with while she fed me. Once we were done she wiped my face and took me back to the car. When we got home mom told me that tonight I was going to be wearing my old PJ's. When she showed me what they were I almost cried. The were my old footed sleepers and I hated them because every time I went to the kitchen or bathroom I would slip and fall. They were hard to take off, too. Mom said that I was going to bed early because I was unable to stay dry during the day. She took off my clothes and when she did I had a wet diaper. She laid me down on my floor and changed it making sure to rub powder all of my body, knowing I hated when she rubbed my stomach. She then re-diapered mw and put a pair of plastic pants over the diaper to make it noisier. She then set the feet of the sleepers on mine and pulled it up until it was high enough then she lifted up my upper body and put my arms through it so I was completely covered she zipped me up it was a little tight and made me bend my legs so it was harder to walk. My mom then told me to brush my teeth and was my face. I waddled to the bathroom and washed my face and then brushed my teeth. When I got back to my room I was surprised to find that the bed was made with my old plastic bunny sheets and the old rails that came down to the middle of the bed. Mom told me she decided that until I stop wetting the bed I would wear training pants at night and sleep in a sleeper with my old sheets and rails. That is how I spent my day in diapers and this went on until I was thirteen.