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	My early experiences are rather bland I hate to say. I 
never had much problem with training or bedwetting. There 
are only two instances in my early life that I can recall 
finding diapers and the thought of wearing them interesting. 
The first was when I was ten and staying overnight at a 
friends house. I had known he was a bedwetter but wasn't 
aware that nightly diapers were part of his life. I remember 
getting quite exited as I watched his mother diapering him 
at bedtime. After we were in bed he admitted to me that he 
liked wearing them but I can't recall much else about this 
incident. He moved away soon after and I never saw him 
again. The second incident was during a Halloween party when 
I was 13. One of the boys from my class came dressed in 
diapers and plastic pants. To this day I can remember my 
reaction when I first saw him dressed this way. I came in my 
pants. This was my first sexual feeling and I must admit I 
was confused about what was happening. Over the next few 
weeks every time I thought of the party I would get quite 
excited. During this time I was also developing quite an 
obsession for women's breasts as well and gradually they 
took over as my main interest. 
	What got me back into diapers now is mainly lack of 
other outlets. I became disabled several years ago due to an 
accident at work. I fractured a vertebrae and since then 
have not worked or had much of a life. Due to the chronic 
pain causing me to be a bit of a grouch people have 
gradually stopped coming around or wanting to spend to much 
time around me. I am not in a chair or anything so I do get 
out but it just seems to be better if I keep to myself. 
Mostly people I know come by when they have computer 
questions or need lessons on Internet related items...... 
And as for female company......not for a long long time. So 
naturally when I saw the first postings of the story it 
brought back old feelings. And then a few months ago I had a 
very erotic dream concerning me wearing diapers. Well I 
figured I must explore this further and went and made my 
first purchase. I couldn't find cloth diapers in my size so 
I bought several yards of material and made my own. The 
hardest and most exciting part was buying the plastic pants. 
It took several tries before I could get up the courage to 
enter the store where they were sold. I picked up three 
pairs and when I took them up to the counter I was shaking 
so bad I could hardly hand over the money. When I got them 
home I quickly pinned on a double diaper and then pulled on 
the plastic pants. I was hooked at that point. I am fairly 
certain that had I not been able to get them my desire would 
have fizzled. This probably has something to do with the two 
earlier experiences. I don't wear them very often as I am 
trying to keep the excitement level high. Your story helps a 
great deal in giving me something to look forward to. I have 
never discussed this with anyone and I thank you for giving 
me that opportunity. 
	My favorite fantasy is me as a ten year old bedwetter 
who is forced to not only wear diapers but also get treated 
much like a baby....crib, highchair. stroller...the works. 
	The funny thing I find in all this though is that even 
though I fantasize about childhood I don't particularly care 
for children. I will never be having any of my own and I 
really would rather people leave theirs at home if they come 
to my place. Funny how the mind works eh!