DIAPER-CLAD YOUNG LAD I thought that it was about time that I wrote and related my story of a diaper-clad young lad and his fascination for soft underthings and embarrassing moments. My mother attempted to potty-training me at about the normal age of three, but I just couldn't do it. I continued to wet and mess all the time. A doctor suggested that my abdominal muscles were underdeveloped and that I would outgrow it at anytime. After my mother had tried every method she could think of to get me to use the toilet, I was still in diapers and plastic pant's round the clock Now five and ready for school, I continued to embarrass my mother, wetting and messing in stores, at the neighbors, in church. My typical day began when my mother or older sister changed my soaking, overnight diaper, cleaned me up, powered and oiled me and put a thick pair of toddler training pants on me. Usually, by the end of breakfast or mid-morning, I had a accident. After a scolding, the wet or soiled training pants were with another, If there were any clean ones left. Diapers were only at nap time and bedtime. After a month or more of this routine, my mother just got tired of cleaning up all the time. One night, before my first day in the first grade, my mother explained that because I couldn't seem to manage my wetting, I only occasionally messed by this time. I would have to wear diapers and plastic pants to school. By now, I began to suffer the taunts of the neighborhood kids. In the summer, my mother would just send me out to play in just a diaper and plastic pants. Even thought I knew I should control myself, I could if I really tried. I loved the feeling of the soft diaper nestling between my legs and the crackle of the rubber pants. I felt secure and cared for. I felt embarrassed, but also thrilled at being able to wet anytime I wanted to. My sister's friends all watched when my sister cared for the baby. At six, I was the oldest kid still in diapers around. they would all tease me and laugh. Dolores, my sister best friend, love to call me over to check my diaper. When they took me to the park, my pants would come down to be check for a change. Of course everyone knew I was still in diapers and plastic pants. My thick over-nighters were changed every morning, and a fresh diaper was pinned on, and a pair of oversized plastic pants pulled in place under my school clothes. I was to alert my mother or sister if I need to go to the bathroom before school and they would unpin my diaper to allow me to use the toilet.