Background History

	My history begins like many individuals in that at age 
6 I was still wetting my bed more nights than not.  My 
parents took me to see the doctor due to the bedwetting, who 
said that I would probably outgrow it, saying that I had a 
small bladder.  As a result of almost constant bedwetting, 
my parents used a variety of methods to attempt to get me to 
stop wetting.  After dinner usually I wasn't allowed fluids 
and was constantly reminded to use the bathroom before 
bedtime.  Things began to change when my brother was born.
	At the age of 8 my brother was born.  Shortly before 
his birth, my parents decided to try a bedwetting alarm to 
help me to stay dry at night.  I really hated this since if 
I had a accident the alarm woke up my parents instantly 
announcing that I had once again wet the bed.  The alarm 
stayed in use for about 3 months without much result.  I 
guess my baby brother gave them the idea of what to try 
next.
	One night after the alarm went off again announcing 
that I had wet the bed, mom came into my room as usual.  
Like a thousand times before, she began changing the sheets 
on the bed and made me use the bathroom and take off my wet 
pajamas.  Unlike other times, mom told me not to take dry 
clothes to change into and once I was done in the bathroom 
to come back to my room.  Dad at this time was in my baby 
brothers room trying to quiet him down and get him to go 
back to sleep since the alarm had woken him as well.  I was 
more than a little embarrassed walking around the house 
naked, but quickly went to the bathroom and returned to my 
bedroom.
	When I returned to my bedroom, my mom told me that 
since my bedwetting was causing a lot of problems for 
everyone in the family, she was going to have to do 
something to make sure I stopped.  When I asked her what she 
said as soon as she was done changing the bed, she would 
show me.  When she had finished with my bed, she left my 
room saying she would be right back.  I was feeling more 
than a little cold sitting on my floor naked and decided to 
put some underpants back on at least while mom was gone.  
When she returned, I had just finished pulling up a dry pair 
of underpants.
	When mom returned her arms were full, but I paid little 
attention to her as I was busy getting a dry pair of pajamas 
out of my dresser.  Once she had put things down on the bed, 
she told me that I didn't need to get dressed as I should 
take the underpants I had put on off.  When I asked her why, 
she stated that my constant bedwetting was causing her a lot 
of work with washing the sheets and was waking the baby up 
every night.  She said that until I could stay dry, she was 
going to put me back into diapers like my baby brother so 
that everyone could sleep through the night.  As I looked at 
what now lay on my bed, I noticed that she had gotten some 
diapers and things from my brothers room and had them all 
laid out.  As she talked I began crying, saying that I 
didn't mean to wet and didn't want to wear diapers like my 
baby brother.
	Dad came into the room apparently after getting my 
brother back to sleep.  When he saw what was occurring he 
told me that mom and him had talked and that until I could 
stay dry, I was going to spend nights in diapers and rubber 
pants (which mom had bought for me that day knowing I would 
wet again).  I was really crying hard as mom had me lay down 
on my bed and pulled my underpants off of me.  She then 
lifted my legs like I had seen her do to my brother and slid 
some diapers underneath me.  She kept telling me how much 
nicer it will be wearing diapers and waking up in a dry bed.  
After putting powder on me, the diapers were pinned on.
	All this time dad stood in the doorway to my room 
watching mom diaper me.  At this point dad walked over to my 
bed picking up a small box and opening it.  As I lay there 
crying I observed him pull a pair of white rubber pants from 
the box and shake them out.  He then lifted my legs again 
and put my feet in the leg holes of the rubber pants.  I 
felt like dying as he pulled them up my legs and over the 
diapers I was now wearing.  Once he was done, I was told to 
get into bed and go back to sleep.  Through my tears I asked 
about putting my pajamas back on and was told that I didn't 
need to wet any other clothes.
	The next morning dad woke me up as he was getting ready 
for work and asked me if I had wet my diapers.  I started 
crying again, as he lifted up my covers and felt a very wet 
diaper underneath my rubber pants.  He told me that mom 
would be in shortly to remove my diapers so that I could get 
dressed for school.  Sure enough in a few minutes mom came 
into my room and took the awful diapers off of me and told 
me to get ready for school.
	After this incident, I was kept in diapers every night 
to deal with the bedwetting.  It didn't take too long to 
grow accustomed to them and enjoyed the fact that I no 
longer woke up in a wet bed.  I was very embarrassed about 
the fact that I had to wear diapers though and would get 
real concerned when we visited relatives especially if we 
were to stay overnight.  Like most kids occasionally, I 
would still wet my pants during the day but that was another 
issue. The Incident
	Every year during the summer, our entire family would  
get together for a large family reunion.  This was a great 
time for us kids, as we got to visit with cousins and other 
relatives usually at my uncles farm.  The farm was a really 
cool place as a kid to visit as there was a lot of things to 
get into along with my cousins.  The summer that I turned 13 
we went to my uncles as usual for the reunion.  I still wet 
the bed at night, so my night diapers were taken along to be 
put on me discretely at bedtime so that no one else would 
know.  My brother had now long been out of diapers even 
though I still had to wear them.
	The first night that we were there, at bedtime my mom 
came up and gave me a bag containing the nighttime diapers 
that I now put on myself.  Once I was diapered in the 
bathroom, I put my pajamas on over them along with a robe so 
that none of my cousins would know I was diapered like my 
baby cousin.  Even though I now only wet the bed 3-4 times a 
week, I was still required to wear diapers every night to 
prevent the problems associated with nighttime accidents.  
In the morning, I awoke with soaking wet diapers which had 
leaked and wet my cousins bed waking him up as well.
	I was so embarrassed as my cousin who was my age now 
knew that I had wet the bed and him.  He was cussing up a 
storm and calling me all kinds of names because I had gotten 
him wet as well.  When my aunt came into the room to find 
out what the commotion was all about she immediately 
observed the wet bed and wet pajamas we both were wearing.
	After she checked the bed my aunt came over to me and 
pulled my pajamas down exposing my diapers and rubber pants 
to my cousin.  She said that she wanted to she how many 
diapers I was wearing since I had leaked so much on the bed.  
I felt like crawling into a hole and dying since I didn't 
know that my aunt even knew I wore diapers and now my cousin 
did as well.  She just said for us to change and get dressed 
since breakfast was almost ready and she would deal with the 
bed.
	Once my aunt left the room, my cousin really began 
taunting me about being such a big baby and having to wear 
diapers and rubber pants.  As I took off my diapers he kept 
telling me that I should be punished and made to wear 
diapers all day since I had gotten him all wet.  He also 
told me that maybe I should be sleeping in the crib with his 
baby brother rather than sharing his bed.  All of this made 
me want to barter anything that I could with him not to tell 
the others.  Nothing I could offer even provided a small 
possibility that he wouldn't tell all the other kids that 
their cousin (the oldest boy there) wore diapers and still 
wet the bed.
	He was dressed long before me and went down stairs to 
breakfast telling everyone what had happened.  By the time I 
got there, my wearing diapers was no longer a secret as my 
brother even told everyone that I always wore them at home 
to bed and never woke up dry.  This only brought more 
teasing as we ate in the kitchen which was only quieted by 
the grownups yelling from the dining room where they were 
eating for us to quiet down.  After breakfast, my mom came 
and talked to me about what had happened and said that her 
and my aunt would take care of the bed, but that I would 
have to deal with the taunts.
	All day long, even the little kids were teasing me 
about being such a baby and did I need my diapers changed.  
I really wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.  Late in 
the afternoon, a bunch of us were playing in the barn when I 
realized that with all the teasing I had wet my pants.  No 
one had noticed yet, and I was terrified that they would as 
soon as I was found since we were playing "it."   Sure 
enough my cousin Billy (the one closest in age to me) came 
around from the other side of the stack of hay to tag me.  
He began laughing so hard when he noticed my wet pants 
telling all the other kids what I had done. It didn't take 
long before most of them were crowded around me laughing and 
teasing me when I really soaked my pants in front of 
everyone.  This only brought more teasing and laughter from 
everyone seeing a 13 year old wearing soaking wet pants.
	I crawled down out of the hayloft and almost ran to the 
house to get away from them and get a change of clothes.  My 
dad   and uncle saw me on the way to the house and really 
began to torment me.  Dad said that he guessed he had an 
infant rather than a teenager after my uncle had taunted me 
some.  Dad was really ticked about this as he felt that I 
had embarrassed him in front of everyone acting so childish.  
He accompanied me into the house where mom was with my aunt 
saying that something needed to be done.
	When we reached the kitchen where my mom was with my 
aunt, I was in tears as dad was dragging me along.  He asked 
my mom if she had some more dry clothes for an infant as I 
needed to be changed.  All this time I thought that dad was 
razzing me for wetting by calling me an infant but what was 
said to mom next really floored me.  Dad decided that enough 
was enough and that since I had started wetting my pants 
like a baby that I would now be treated as a baby till the 
nighttime and daytime accidents had stopped.
	Dad stated that when I had gone a whole week without 
either a daytime or nighttime accident, I would again be 
treated my age but until then I would spend the rest of the 
summer being treated like my baby cousin would wet all the 
time since he was only 2 and still in diapers.  As I stood 
there with my mouth open I could hardly believe my dad was 
serious.  Mom told him that I didn't have any more dry 
clothes with us to wear and that maybe we should borrow some 
from my cousin.
	It was then that dad explained that I would not need 
anything other than my diapers as I was now a baby and that 
it wasn't necessary for me to wet more clothes.  He told mom 
to get my rubber pants and borrow some diapers from my aunt 
to get me changed into.  All this time I kept telling my dad 
that he couldn't be serious, that I was 13 and not a baby.  
His only response was the teenagers don't wet their pants 
and bed all the time, only babies do.  As he talked I was 
walked without really realizing it into my little cousins 
nursery with my aunt and mom following us. 
	When I realized where they had lead me I really got 
upset, and began cursing until my dad gave me a hit on my 
rear that I still haven't forgotten.  He told me that as 
long as I lived at home with my parents I needed to obey 
their rules and not be cussing like a sailor.  I kept 
begging him to reconsider as he laid me down on the floor 
taking my jeans and underwear off.  I didn't want to get hit 
again, so I allowed him to remove my clothes but continued 
to beg and try to barter my way out of this.
	Once I lay on the floor naked from the waist down, my 
dad asked my aunt for some diapers for "his baby boy".  This 
really caused me to cry harder and begin begging for a 
reprieve.  In no time at all dad had me diapered and was 
putting my rubber pants on over my little cousins diapers 
which I was now wearing.  He then told me to stand up and 
put my shoes back on.  I slowly got up and asked him for my 
pants.  He calmly told me that my baby cousin was only 
wearing diapers and that my pants were soaking wet, so I 
would spend the rest of our time there in just diapers.
	As I tied my shoes, I said that I would just stay in 
the nursery then until we were ready to leave since I had no 
dry clothes to put on.  Dad said that since I had wet my 
pants it wasn't going to take long for everyone to find out 
what had happened to me.  He pulled me along until we were 
outside and asked my aunt to lock the doors while the men 
were cooking dinner on the grill so I would be stuck 
outside.  All my cousins must have been watching the house 
as they were out of the barn in minutes surrounding me and 
teasing me about really being a baby now.  With all the 
teasing, I decided to lay down in the grass and just try to 
avoid everyone and go to sleep.  This sort of worked as in a 
short time everyone went back to playing and only came by 
periodically to torment me.
	When dinner was ready, everyone was called to get at 
the picnic tables which were set up near where I was laying 
which was also near the grills.  In no time my cousins and 
brother were all teasing me again about being such a baby.  
As everyone was fixing their plates, mom said I could just 
sit where I was as she was going to fix one for me.  Since I 
was glad to sort of get to hide sitting at the table I was 
glad for what I thought was a small reprieve.  She returned 
and sat next to me saying that since I was now her baby 
again, she would feed me.  This brought a chorus of catcalls 
from the kids and she put fork after fork full in my mouth 
like my aunt was doing with my little cousin.  The exception 
was that he was allowed to use the fork himself some.
	All through dinner I kept telling mom that I was 
thirsty, but she said I would get something once I had 
finished my plate.  After eating all the I could with all 
the teasing that was occurring, I said I was done and that I 
needed something to drink now.   I wanted to die when mom 
asked my aunt to get her a bottle for her little boy.  I 
told her that it was bad enough that I needed to wear 
diapers, but that I sure didn't need a baby bottle.  In no 
time at all I was still sitting at the table with mom 
holding a baby bottle in my mouth telling me to drink it all 
like a good baby.  I doubt that my cousins or brother will 
ever forget that.
	Shortly after dinner we left to return home after 
having spent most of the weekend there.  Once at home, mom 
took all my underwear and put them away saying I wouldn't 
need them again till I was dry.  At bedtime, mom said she 
would now be changing me and that once I was put into a 
diaper, under no circumstances was I to remove it myself.  
Dad added that if I did, he would blister my behind so  that 
I couldn't sit for a week. Back Home
	That Monday after getting back mom took me shopping for 
the things I was going to now need.  When we got ready to go 
out, I asked mom where my pants were since all I was wearing 
were the diapers, rubber pants and T-shirt.  She told me 
that there was no need for me to wear other pants since I 
had been wetting them anyway and that I might as well look 
like the baby I was acting.  This was horrible since none of 
my friends in our neighborhood knew that I had to wear 
diapers and here was mom taking me outside wearing only 
them.  It only took a reminder of my dads blistering to get 
me to run out to the car and climb in hoping that no one had 
seen me.
	When mom came out to the car, I asked how come I had to 
go and couldn't I please stay at home while she shopped.  
She told me that she had to obtain the things that she 
needed now for her little baby and that a baby couldn't be 
left alone.  I was really upset that even mom was now 
calling me baby and beginning to consider me one.  When I 
asked what she meant, she said that I would find out soon 
enough.
	The first store that we arrived at was the local AMES 
which is a discount store that has lots of stuff.  I told 
mom as she pulled into a parking space, that I would sit in 
the car behaving myself as an angel.  Mom said that since 
she was buying things for me that she wanted me with her to 
make sure they would fit.  Wearing diapers at home or in 
front of family was one thing, but now I was being told that 
I was going to have to walk around this store dressed as an 
infant.  Although I am still not really big, I sure looked 
too old to be wearing only diapers and rubber pants.
	After mom got out of her door, I was crying too hard 
saying that she couldn't do this to me to even consider 
getting out of the car.  She came to my side and opened the 
door, saying that I was doing this to myself, since I was 
the one still wetting my pants and bed.  She pulled me from 
the seat locking and closing the door as she did.  I felt as 
if I was now on stage in front of everyone at the mall, as 
it felt like everyone was starring at me.  (Actually my mom 
later told me that hardly anyone seemed to notice or care.)
	As we walked into the store, the security guard made a 
comment saying wasn't I too old to be wearing only diapers.  
This made me start crying even more.  Mom told him that I 
had a wetting problem and needed to get some things in order 
to take care of me properly.  She went on to explain that I 
continued to wet my pants, she saw no point in making more 
work for herself by having me wear pants over the diapers.  
The guard said that he guessed she was right and let it go.
	Once inside, we immediately walked toward the infant 
department which I now especially despised.  Then 
remembering that she needed a cart, we walked back to the 
front of the store, to get one.  Even though I was 13, mom 
told me to climb into the basket of the cart and behave 
myself.  I did as I was told and was glad at least for the 
plastic mesh to hide the diapers and rubber pants that I was 
wearing.
	The first stop was to obtain more diapers. Throughout 
this shopping trip mom started when seemed like a running 
commentary about what she was buying and why she needed it.  
Although I had diapers at home, mom said that since I was 
only wearing diapers now, she would need a lot more of the.  
Mom had previously tried disposable diapers on me when my 
brother still wore them at night, finding that even the 
toddler size, was just a little small for me, so the 
purchase was for cloth diapers.
	The next stop in the store was for rubber pants.  At 
home I had maybe 4 pairs of plastic pants (mom and dad 
called them rubber pants so I do also), which I wore over 
the night diapers.  Now mom bought 12 more pairs of pants 
for me to wear.  Since I was kind of small, I still fit in 
the toddler size 3 pants, which was especially embarrassing 
as I was a teenager not a toddler.  Mom made sure to include 
calling me a toddler in her commentary about the purchases.
	The next stop was in front of a display of baby bibs.  
I couldn't believe that mom was actually going to buy one 
for me when she told me to pick out two that I liked.  It 
was at this point that another lady with a small toddler and 
pre-schooler walked by looking at the same items.  I wanted 
to die when her pre-schooler asked her if I wet my pants 
like he does sometimes since I was wearing diapers.  Mom 
again told me to pick the bibs that I liked.  I was crying 
so hard that mom selected two bibs and immediately began 
snapping one around my neck.  When I pulled at it, I was 
again reminded of the blistering I would get if I didn't 
behave myself.
	The last stop in Ames was to pick up some baby bottles 
and nipples for "her baby".  Mom bought 8 bottles and some 
nipples made for "older babies".  I somehow doubt that 
anyone had considered when the bottle nipples were 
manufactured that someone my age would be using them.  I had 
cried myself out and was now just about numb as we went to 
the cashier.
	Several people made comments to mom about how cute I 
was even though they were sorry I was disabled.  Mom thanked 
them for their kindness and I was kind of glad that they 
didn't know that I was a normal 13 year old that still had a 
wetting problem.  Once we paid for the things, I held the 
bags over me to hide the fact that all I had on was diapers 
as we took them to the car.
	After putting the bags in the car, mom began wheeling 
me toward the super market, when I questioned her as to why.  
She said that she didn't have any food suitable for such a 
little one as myself and that she needed to buy some.  I sat 
fairly quiet as she pushed me up to the infant food isle and 
told me to select any stage 3 food that I wanted.  With some 
reluctance after mom selected prunes, I picked out a bunch 
of things that looked to be the lesser of evils.  Once again 
the purchases were paid for and the car loaded.
	Once we finished at the super market, mom said that 
since I had been such a good boy, she would treat me to 
McDonald's.  Normally I would have jumped at the chance to 
eat there, but in my state of dress, I said I would rather 
just go home.  Mom said that she was hungry and that we were 
going to eat there since she didn't feel like fixing me 
lunch when we got home.  It was then that I remembered the 
baby food and decided McDonald's wasn't so bad even though I 
was wearing diapers.
	The walk into the restaurant felt like it took forever, 
even though it was only a couple of car spaces.  Once inside 
mom told me to sit in a booth while she got out food and 
returned.  I was glad at least to not have to stand in line 
like I was.  It was also after the lunch rush so Mickey D's 
wasn't that busy thank goodness.  Mom returned shortly with 
my happy meal and put it in front of me.  It had been a 
while since I had eaten a happy meal preferring Big Macs 
instead but was now happy to be eating this rather than the 
baby food.
	As I opened the meal and began eating I almost died 
when mom took a baby bottle from her purse and began pouring 
my soda into it.  I asked her if that was really necessary, 
and was told that it was.  By this time I had resigned 
myself to my fate and was till pretty numb for all the 
experiences of the day along with the weekend.  It was 
surprising to me that the only comments made about what I 
felt was a spectacle, was by some little kids who looked 
like pre-schoolers asking how come I was using a baby 
bottle.  They didn't even seem to question the fact that I 
was wearing diapers, only that I was using a baby bottle. 
Soccer Practice
	First Saturday after we were home I had soccer 
practice.  I was thinking that I was going to get let out of 
the diapers to attend practice so I asked dad about when I 
should get ready.  He told me to go ahead and get dressed 
and that he would come in my room in a few minutes and help 
me finish getting ready.  I thought this meant, taking my 
diapers and rubber pants off.
	I put my soccer jersey on, then got out my shorts.  I 
didn't want to put them on over the diapers I was wearing 
fearing that dad wouldn't take them off before we left if I 
had already dressed.  After just finished putting my shoes 
and socks on, dad walked into my room.  When he saw that I 
was all dressed except for my shorts he said OK, u look 
ready to go.  Immediately I started crying fearing that he 
meant for me to put my shorts on over the diapers.  When I 
asked him to take the diapers off of me, he reminded me that 
I knew the rules.  That the diapers would only come off once 
I had been dry for a whole week.  Since I had woken up 
soaking wet, today was not going to be my first day without 
diapers.
	
	Dad then laid the bombshell on me saying that he had 
told me to get dressed.  Since I was all dressed except for 
my shorts, that is what I must want to wear to practice and 
we were going to leave.  At this statement I really started 
crying and begging dad saying that he couldn't be serious 
making me go to soccer practice wearing only diapers and 
rubber pants, after all I was 13 years old.  When he said 
that he was very serious because I had gotten myself ready 
and knew that I wouldn't be taken out of diapers, I said I 
wasn't going to go.  Dad told me that for the past two days 
since I had been bugging him about soccer practice (I was 
really hoping it meant getting out of diapers), that I was 
going.  He said that maybe when my friends see what a baby I 
am, I will stop wetting myself.
	Dad had to drag me from the house out to the car.  
There was no way that I wanted anyone to see me wearing only 
diapers.  When we got to the soccer field, I said I was 
staying in the car.  Dad said that he didn't bring me all 
the way to practice not for me to attend.  He said that 
besides the kids and coaches on my team had seen me in wet 
pants enough to know about my wetting.
	When I saw a lot of my friends and classmates already 
on the field, there was no way I was going to get out of the 
car on my own.  Dad came around to my side of the car 
opening the door, and literally lifting me out and standing 
me up.  As soon as I was out of the car, he locked and 
closed the door.  At that point I realized it was useless 
since a lot of the kids had already looked to see me because 
of the fuss I was making as dad took me out.  I walked down 
to the field where everyone was laughing their heads off.  A 
few of my close friends came up and asked how come I was 
wearing diapers like a baby again.  After they asked several 
times, my dad said that I better tell them or he would for 
me.  I must have turned beet red explaining about my 
bedwetting and the new punishment.
	Although the coaches were willing to let me play 
dressed in diapers, none of my team mates would.  For that 
whole practice I ended up sitting on the sidelines getting 
taunted about being such a baby.  Many of the kids, even my 
close friends kept asking if I needed to have my diapers 
changed.  From all the teasing, by the time we left I was 
soaking wet again. Doctor Visit
	As soon as dad had decided I would be treated like a 
baby until I stopped wetting, mom unknown to me had called 
and scheduled an appointment with a specialist to see if 
there was something medical that could be done.  A week 
after I had initially been put back into diapers, mom woke 
me up and changed my very wet night diapers as was now 
usual.  She said that I needed to get some shoes and socks 
on after putting a T-shirt on me.  This surprised me since 
for the past week since soccer practice I had stayed in the 
house.  When I asked her why, she said that we had an 
appointment with a doctor to see if he could help me to stay 
dry.  Although I was excited at the possibility of getting 
out of diapers, I was also very anxious about what would 
happen and the fact that mom didn't give me any pants to put 
on.
	A.   Waiting Room
	
	1.   Seeing other kids
	
	
	a.   Seeing them obviously in diapers
	
	
	b.   Having the mother of a boy younger than me
	
	
	
	telling him that he would soon be back in
	
	
	
	diapers like I was.
	
	2.   Other kids asking me about my diapers
	B.   The examination
	
	1.   Painful tests
	
	2.   Being re-diapered School & Life wearing diapers
	C.   The daily ritual
	D.   Kids in the neighborhood
	E.   Beginning the diaper service
	
	1.   The truck at our house as the bus let us off from
	
	
	school
	F.   Starting school again wearing diapers The Fad
	During my junior year of high school a lot of kids were 
going to raves.  Sometime after a movie, Boyz in the Hood 
came out, a lot of kids got into using baby pacifiers.  Some 
of this had to do with one of the main characters in this 
movie always having one in his mouth.  Some was a result of 
the lead singer for guns and roses showing up on stage 
wearing nothing but a diaper.  Before long about 30 kids at 
my high school were walking around with a pacifier or baby 
bottle in their mouths.
	At first it really freaked the teachers out seeing kids 
with baby bottles and pacifiers.  School administrators at 
first tried to embarrass kids with them suggesting they were 
acting babyish.  After a while no big deal was made of it 
except that you were not allowed to use a bottle during any 
class.  For some reason pacifiers were OK.
	When a couple of my friends started using a pacifier it 
really freaked me out.  It brought back a lot of memories 
from when I was 13 and was treated like a baby as 
punishment.  My best friends parents thought it was a lot 
better than smoking or using drugs and actually went out and 
bought a baby bottle for him after he picked it out.  He 
began bringing it almost everywhere with us and eventually 
convince me I should try it.  The first time I put his 
bottle in my mouth, I knew I wanted one again.  That 
afternoon during lunch break at school we went to the local 
drug store and I bought one shaped like a Pepsi bottle.  It 
felt really strange being cool to be drinking a baby bottle 
in front of my friends when only a few years before I got 
really dissed about being a baby still.  Because of the 
previous experience I had with my dad, I kept my bottle 
hidden when at home.
	By the middle of my senior year of high school, there 
were only a handful of kids using bottles or pacifiers left.  
By Christmas time I had pretty much stopped using the bottle 
as had my friend.  The bottle stayed in its hiding place in 
the rear of my closet and was soon forgotten. Dad finding a 
baby bottle
	Shortly before my graduation from high school, dad was 
scheduled to leave for a business trip and decided to borrow 
my one gym bag that I only used for traveling now.  
Unfortunately for me that was where in the back of my closet 
I had hidden my baby bottle and pacifier from the year 
before.  I didn't know that he had found them, since I was 
at school when he packed and left for the two day meeting.  
When I got home from school that day, mom kept giving me 
really strange looks and several times asked about whether I 
felt like a baby cause of wearing diapers all the time.  
Since I didn't realized the importance of the question at 
the time, I honestly answered that I did but that it wasn't 
so bad now as they were really comfortable.
	I was later to find out that my parents had discussed 
my saying that I sometimes liked feeling like a baby and had 
even consulted a therapist during dad's trip.  Apparently he 
had told them that I must have some desire to return to 
infancy and that I should temporarily be allowed to do so if 
I choose.  His conclusion was that this was harmless and 
that in a short time I would begin to realized the 
advantages of being an adult and would willingly give up the 
bottles and baby things.
	Dad returned home that Friday night from his business 
trip.  After dinner I was told that my parents wanted to 
have a long talk with me.  As I went into the den I noticed 
that dad had my baby bottle and pacifier that I thought were 
still hidden in my closet sitting on his desk.  I knew I was 
going to get chewed out and sat down nervously waiting for 
my folks to arrive.  When dad came into the room, he sat 
down at his desk and immediately picked up the baby bottle.  
He demanded to know why at 17 years of age, I had a baby 
bottle and pacifier hidden in my closet.  When I tried to 
explain about the fad, mom then reminded me of the answer 
that I had given her recently "that thinking of myself as a 
baby was sometimes nice".  As they talked I could feel 
myself becoming redder and redder, since my folks now knew 
about my infantile desires.
	Dad then told me of the psychologists recommendation 
saying that my parents had agreed with it.  Dad said that 
the psychologist had recommended allowing me to act out the 
desire to be babied, saying that it would either pass, or 
would continue and be difficult if not impossible to remove.  
After a lot of discussion, I agreed to go along with the 
suggestion which included several visits to the therapist as 
a part of it.  Dad said that since school was still in 
session, I would be allowed to dress for school, but at 
home, I would be dressed and treated as a complete infant.  
Dad went on to say that since the bottles were a fad in 
school, then I shouldn't mind taking mine with me every day 
then.  I felt like I wanted to die, but asked exactly what 
he meant when he said I would be treated as a complete 
infant.
	As dad was telling me my fate, mom got up and removed 
all my pants and shorts from my closet and brought them into 
the den locking them in a steamer trunk.  Dad said that I 
should take my pants off since I was now considered a baby 
and that I would be given a pair every day for school. 
Otherwise at home I didn't need to wear anything other than 
diapers since that's what babies wear.  He went on to tell 
me as I was handing the shorts that I had on to mom, that we 
would be going shopping for more bottles and baby things 
that I would now need.  When I asked mom for the shorts 
back, she stated I didn't need them since I was now a baby.