From: BillSubject: ~true diaper story Date: Sun, 08 Sep 1996 18:58:10 -0600 The Baby Training of Billy Thursday, January 13, 1994 I got up this morning and changed my soaking wet diapers and plastic pants and just after I was in nice dry clean diapers I uncontrollably wet and pooped them. Oh well, poooor baaaaby! I want to say now that I do not like dirty diapers and do not poop them deliberately. I do dirty them on occasion accidentally, and always wet them uncontrollably. I actually do not mind pooping diapers, and except for the smell, which I HATE!, even wearing them is not really all that bad, up to the point of diaper rash anyway. But I hate changing dirty diapers. So as I am sitting here dirty, not really excited about having to change, I decided to start writing down some of my thoughts and experiences that has lead me to be stuck in diapers and plastic pants forever! EARLY CHILDHOOD First Love I was about 4 years old. A cute little baby girl just barely able to walk and in diapers, plastic pants & a T-shirt was being walked down the sidewalk in front of my house by a man on one side and a women on the other , both holding her arms. I was playing in the yard and ran over to get a better look. She really was cute and seemed to be having a wonderful time. I fell in love. I was looking at the way she was dressed and remembered that I too had been dressed that way and decided that if I went and got my diapers on then we'd be dressed alike, and I really did want to impress the baby girl. I said to the adults "I have pants like that" pointing to the diapers. The man said "why don't you go get them on?". Sounded like a great idea to me so I took off towards the house at 400 miles an hour. The women started yelling "little boy, come back, don't do that!?" I paid no attention. Then I heard the women bark at the man "what did you do that for, that wasn't very nice!" I still paid no attention and was about to the house by now. I went into my room and opened the bottom dresser drawer where I was SURE my diapers and plastic pants were kept. Panic. They weren't there. I opened the next drawer up thinking they just had to be misplaced. No diapers. I slammed the drawer shut and reopened the bottom one figuring I must have overlooked them. My mom heard the drawer slam and came in to see what was going on. I explained it all to her and she said "you really don't want to wear those" and walked out of the room. But I did, I did want to wear them. I was heart broken and never did return outside. That's all I remember about this event. The Hospital I was about 4 years old, and I do not know if I was a young 4 or old 4, but old enough that I remember those days rather well. I had problems with my tonsils so after I got over the last bout of infection it was decided to take them out. Now when I was admitted to the hospital I was healthy, and like most little boys quite the trouble maker. So I was admitted and taken to a room with 3 beds and two other boys close in age (probably a bit younger) and given the last bed. This is early morning and I had not been up long, so with all this little boy energy you can understand I did not even want to go to bed. So I decided that I did not have to! After being put back to bed several times by the nurses I was back up and over with one of the other kids when a man came into the room with a HUGE metal crib! As he was moving my bed out of the way I was thinking that they were going to move me to another room, maybe with more mature kids like me=2E I really did not even have the most remote thought that I would end up in a crib. I said something to one of the other kids that I must be going to another room. The kid said "I think that's for you", pointing to the crib. NOT, NO WAY, NOT ME! I was sure it was not for me! After the crib was in place and the other bed was rolled out of the room I started to get up to go where the bed was going. As I was just approaching the door a nurse scooped me up with much force and walked over to the crib and PUT me in it! WOW! Totally unbelievable. So there I was in a big crib lying on a cloth covered vinyl covered mattress! I was given one of those controllers plugged into the wall to summon a nurse. "Push this button if you need to go potty". Some time later the same nurse that put me in the crib came in with a tray that she lay on a table next to the bed. I had no idea what was going to happen to me. She made me pull down my PJ bottoms and she proceeded to securely tape this thing that looked like half an egg shell over my pee pee! The shell was lined with cotton and securely contained my pee pee. "Don't tell anyone or they will laugh at you!" OK, I'm not telling anyone. However, when my parents came in to see me at noon I made them PROMISE to not laugh and then I pulled my PJ bottoms down exposing quite a sight.. A ROAR of laughter goes up as the nurse and mom and dad all stood along one side of the crib looking at my chastity device. "What is that for?" Mom asks. "That's so he can't play with it" "Was he playing with it?" "No, but all Cribbed little boys eventually do." "Can we take it off?" "OK". So the nurse proceeds to take the thing off and underneath I was as hard as any little boy has ever been. My little pee pee was HARD! "Well IT Likes it." HA HA HA HA HA More laughter. No, I did not like all this, besides, my parents had lied to me. That was always a big thing with them is that you do not lie, and they just did. I was disappointed in them that lasts to this day! I don't dwell on it but it did happen and I can't just forget about it So parents are gone and I am just lying there becoming bored so I pushed the button to get the nurse. When she came in the room I decided to play a little trick on her and I told her that I did not push the button. She leaves and I think HAY, that was cool. So I pushed it again. Again she comes in and I deny pushing the button. She leaves. I push the button again=2E Nothing happens! No nurse. I push it again. No nurse. I push it again=2E AHHH, here she comes. She is pushing a cart that looks as if it has bedding on it, like white cotton sheets and the like. I figured she is going to change the crib, it is to be hoped that I get this plastic sheet off the crib if I am lucky. "You shouldn't have done that" "Why" "Because now I'm going to have to put you in diapers!" WOW, all these things happening to me. She pulls the covers all the way off me, pulls off my PJ bottoms and grabs my ankles in the traditional one handed change baby diapers grab. Then she lifts my bottom in the air by my ankles and slides a thick cotton diaper under me. While my bottom was still in the air she started putting a Vaseline like substance all over my diaper area. As she started to the front she put my legs down and told me to "spread your legs". I did. She started really working the Vaseline on my pee pee and surrounding area, of course I became hard. She told me that "we really need to get this real good". I guess! Unbelievable the way she worked me over! She told me that when my pee pee felt like this it was because of diapers! She was right you know! She then folded the diaper up between my legs, pulled it taught and pinned them in place. Then she got a pair of plastic pants off the cart. I had not noticed them before and could not believe my eyes. I have to admit that I thought they were kind of "pretty", glistening in the dim hospital room light. She "rolled" them up and went to put them on me when I raised a leg to help her. She said "That's a good boy, you remember how to do this. Now all you have to do is remember how to use them." She pulled them up to my diapers and then pulled me to my feet by my arms. I was positioned right in front of her and she had me put my hands on her shoulders, which put them about straight out. Then she had me spread my legs a bit and pulled my plastic pants up over my diapers. She spent a tremendous amount of time making sure the diaper was tucked in and the plastic pants looked just right. She was admiring me! "Look at them" I did not want any part of it. "LOOK AT THEM!" I looked down. I was in baby diapers and puffy plastic pants! My PJ's were put back on and I was laid down and covered up. "If you take your diapers off I'll tie your hands down!" "They're not my diapers!!" "Well I just gave them to you so they're your diapers now!" Then she unplugged the signaling unit, puts it on the cart and pushed the diaper cart out of the room. In a crib. In diapers and plastic pants. Actually, that's right where I should have been kept the rest of my life, and at the time I did not know that that's not what was going to happen! I gotta go potty! Here comes a nurse, I will ask her to help me get out of the crib and diapers so I can relieve myself. "Nurse, I need to go potty!" She walked over to the foot of the bed. looked at my chart for several seconds (seemed like eternity to me), then looked at me and said "you're in diapers, USE them!" With that she turned and walked out of the room! That was it, I was being diaper trained! I sure did not suspect that it was eventually going to mean I would be diaper dependent too! Very strict women keeping me in diapers and plastic pants and making me use them for their intended purpose! AND keeping me in a crib! I would like to tell them today that they succeeded in turning me into an infant. I hope they know. What are they doing to me NOW? A HARNESS?! "I won't try to climb out of bed!", "I KNOW you won't!" She proceeded to tie one end underneath the crib where I couldn't reach it. Then she put this "thing" on me. It was like an old leather walking harness. Then she fed the other end through the bars of the crib on the opposite side from the side she had already tied. She pulled it quite taught and tied it off. I wasn't even able to turn over!!! Every few hours a nurse would come in, change my diapers if they needed it and would untie the straps to the harness, roll me over and reattached the straps to the crib. Laying there not able to do anything, and remember, this is about 1955 and the hospital rooms didn't have such things as TV. So there was absolutely NOTHING to do except lay in my crib and use my diapers like a newborn. I was on my back when my bladder just couldn't hold anymore, and the flow of pee started and continued uncontrollably. This was the first step in the process of removing my ability to control my wetting and pooping.You just can't potty train a child for several years and then put them in diapers that they HAVE to use and not expect some problems. In diapers, out of diapers, OK, what is it? Even the nurse told me that I would have accidents if I wore underwear because I would "forget that I wasn't in diapers"! The pee soaks down to the diaper cloth between my legs and I can feel the wetness soaking the back of my diaper. When a nurse came in I told her I was wet. She put the crib side down and pulled the front of my plastic pants down and felt the diaper at the top in the front. "Not wet enough to need a change." "But it all went down here" pointing between my legs. "Don't worry, it'll spread!". She turned around and promptly left the room. I was actually quite wet and yes she was right again, I could feel it spreading! Harnessed to a crib, in WET diapers and plastic pants! I had been reduced to an infant by some very strict women. The kid next to me was talking to his father. "The nurses are real mean!" "Why do you think that?" "They won't even let HIM go potty!" "That's because he's a baby and you're not." "He didn't used to be." "What?" "He didn't use to be a baby". Proof I was being successfully babified. The nurse comes in with a bottle and spoon, unties one end of the harness and puts the crib side down and makes me sit up. She pours a spoonful of stuff and puts it in my mouth. YUK. That's the worst stuff I've ever tasted. Another spoonful???? GROSS. I HAVE to take it. "You know what this is for?" ........ "It's going to MAKE you poop in your diapers!!!" I think it was cod liver oil or something like that. I was being taught how to use my diapers for everything just like a baby uses diapers! One of the things that "got" to me big time during all of this was the use of terms like "YOUR diapers" "MY diapers". Tell the nurse what you want "I want MY diapers changed" "please" "please". I even continued to argued with them. "They aren't MY diapers" So she comes back with "Remember? I gave them all to you, so now they ARE your diapers!"