I PUT MY SON BACK INTO DIAPERS

 Base: teenage bedwetting
 Keywords: diapers, potty-train
 Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 00:41:59 GMT
 From: (unknown@ref-11.library.ohiou.edu)

I am a 55 year-old mother of four grown-up children.
When my eldest son Marty was five, I felt that I had no other
choice but to put him back into diapers and plastic pants.
Of all of my children, Marty was the hardest to potty
train, he was not completly out of diapers untill almost the
age of four.But there were PROBLEMS!Marty kept on messing
his pants like a baby, for almost a year after he was out of
diapers.Granted, he didn't mess his pants every day, but it
was often enough for me to become enraged at his behavor.You
have look at it from my point of view, I was tired of washing
out his dirty underwear, pants, not to mention the furnture.
Once, he even got poop on my brand new couch!Each time he
had an excuse, "I got busy playing" or "I tried to hold it".
But I was sick and tired of all of his "accidents". Enough was
enough!!!I soon began to threaten him with being put back in
diapers like a baby.
At first the threat worked, almost a month went by
with no messy "accidents".Then one day, when a girlfriend of
mine came over, Marty walked into the living room where we
were talking and I smelled something "suspious".When he told
me that he had another "accident", I flew into a blind rage.
Instead of spanking him (like I felt like doing), I took him
by the arm and led him to the master bedroom where I had
everything all ready for him.

When I had threatened him with wearing diapers in the
prevous month, I went ahead and dug out of the closet all of
his old baby things, cloth diapers, pins, plastic baby pants
and some baby bottles.I had also went to the store and
bought baby powder and lotion.I had hoped that I would not
have to put my five year-old son back in diapers, but I was
so angry and frustrated. I reasoned that, if he wouldn't stop
messing his pants like a baby, then I was going to treat him
just like a little diapered baby.I really wanted to punish
him and make him stop.I was so tired of the messes!!!
As I took him by the arm to the bedroom, my girlfriend
followed us in and kept trying to calm me down, by saying
things like, "He's just a little boy, accidents will happen".
I angerly replied that,"NO, HE'S NOT A LITTLE BOY, HE'S A
LITTLE BABY, BECAUSE ONLY LITTLE BABIES POOP THEIR PANTS!!
AND SINCE HE'S A BABY, HE'S GOING TO WEAR DIAPER JUST LIKE A
BABY!!My girlfriend and I had talked about this before, she
didn't think that it was a good idea, but then she didn't have
to put up with all of Marty's "accidents".
when Marty heard me say that I was going to diaper him
he started crying and promesed never to mess his pants again.
But I had heard all of that before, always with the same
results: me cleaning poop off of the floor, furnture and good
clothes.No,I had already decided, my five year-old son was
going back into diapers until he decided that he wanted to be
a "big boy" again.My girlfriend helped me to clean him up
and watched me while I diapered him.Marty was small, even
for a five year-old, so the diapers and plastic baby pants fit
him with no problem.After all, it had been less then a year
since he was "potty-trained".
It didn't take very long to put my son back in diapers
Within a few minutes, I had folded sevral diapers together,
sliped them undernieth him and had powdered his bottom. He
cried and promised not to mess his pants again. As I pinned
the diaper on, I told him that he had been given enough
chances to quit having "accidents".After I diapered him, I
put plastic pants on him over the diapers and sternly told him
"STOP CRYING!YOU WANTED TO POOP YOUR PANTS LIKE A BABY, WELL
NOW YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR DIAPERS JUST LIKE A BABY!! DO YOU
UNDERSTAND??I'M GOING TO KEEP YOU IN DIAPERS AND BABY PANTS
AND TREAT YOU JUST LIKE A LITTLE BABY!!DO YOU UNDERSTAND??
I kept my son in diapers for a few months, it was much
easier changing messy diapers, than cleaning up messes on the
floor or furnture. My neighbors thought I was weird, my family
thought that I was an "unfit" mother but what else could I do?
All the time though, I was wondering if I was doing the right
thing, in the end, I was.It wasn't the wearing of diapers
and baby pants that finaly got my son to stop messing his
pants, it was the shame and embarresment that went along with
it.I wanted to teach my son that messing his pants, even if
he was diapered, was unacceptable.So every chance I got, I
drew attention to the fact that he was still in diapers, still
pooping his pants like a baby.If I had company over and
Marty showed signs of a coming bowell movement, I made sure
that everyone in the room knew what "the baby" was going to do
in his pants.
 I would usualy say something like, "OH,OH, I THINK
 SOMEBODY'S GETTING READY TO FILL THEIR PANTS". Or if I smelled
 something "suspious" I would walk right over to where my son
 was standing, an anouce, "SHOO,SHOO, SMELLS LIKE WITTLE BABY
 JUST WENT POTTY IN HIS PANTS".Then after everyone looked in
 our direction, I would pull open the back of his diaper and
 plastic baby pants and "confirm my suspisions", usually saying
 something like, "GOODNESS, BABY POOPED HIS PANTS, DIDN'T HE?".
 And when we went out in public, I always "doubble diapered"
 him, so that everyone would see the tell-tail signs of a bulky
 diapered bottom.
 After a few months, my son "grew-up" and stopped
 messing his pants.It seemed to me that the "baby treatment"
 worked, it was drastic, but it worked.Eventualy, the endless
 hulmilation, and embarresment of wearing diapers and being
 "babied" got my son to stop pooping his pants. Shortly after
 I took Marty out of diapers (for good) I started recomending
 this to my friends who were having trouble potty-training
 their children.If their child was past three, and still
 wetting or messing their pants, I would casualy say, "Why
 don't you just put them back in diapers and treat them like
 babies, that's what I did when Marty wouldn't stop messing his
 pants like a baby".I now regret what I did to my son, and
 what I advised other frustrated mothers to do.
You see, a few months ago my son Marty, now 37 years
old, came to me and poured out his heart to me.He told me
that he is an "adult baby" who loves to wear diapers and baby
pants while fantisizing about being a baby.He told me about
how he has these desires since he was five, that he has faint
memeroies of when I put him back into diapers to stop his
messing.He doesn't remember all of the details (thank god)
but he remembers enough, and these memeroies form a basis of
his fantisies.I told me that he loves to poop his pants when
he's in a diaper, and that he always wants to be watched and
playfully teased while he does it in his diaper. This is
excatly what I had did whenever I discovered that he was
trying to fill his pants, I playfully teased him and tried to
make him "feel like a baby" in order to shame him into not
needing a diaper.How wrong we are, when we use diapers as
wepons in the battle to control our children
feeling guilty.