So I guess you're waiting to hear about a bunch of memories of bedwetting and wearing diapers to school and other fun stuff but unfortunately, my childhood lacked such memorable moments. I was potty trained at a normal age (I think, I mean I didn't keep a diary back then or anything). I stopped wetting the bed at about age four; no big deal. Although there was one isolated incident where I wet the bed at age ten. It only happened that one time but it was embarassing. I was at my friend's house! I managed to wake up before everyone else though. I was lucky.
Potty Training...Like I said, I was potty trained at a normal age but there was something amiss. I don't remember my parents at that age but I remember day care. The women who worked there would scream at me whenever I had an accident. They would also punish me by making me sit in my locker, which was a small wooden cabinet where they would keep my personal stuff like extra diapers and so forth. They taught me that diapers and natural biological function were uncool and shameful. I grew up thinking that. And yet I was obsessed with diapers. Go figure.
My First Experiences...I remember when I was three there was a half-empty package of disposable diapers in my closet. I didn't wear them anymore, I guess they were just left over from pretoilet-training days. One night, I decided I wanted to wear them again. After my mom got me undressed to take a bath she went to answer the phone. I ran into my room to the diapers and managed to get one of them unfolded before I was called back.
At that time, I was still wetting the bed so I had to wear rubber pants under my pajamas. I remember pulling down my pajama bottoms at night and caressing the material. I just liked how it felt. I also remember talking about rubber pants and diapers alot at preschool. I figured all the other kids felt the same way I did, but they soon started saying I wore them because of how often I talked about them, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.
Later in Life...I grew up obsessed with diapers. When I passed puberty, the obsession became a fetish. Also, for reasons unknown, I started believing that beautiful girls never wore diapers. I know it's a crazy thought but it was that old shame creeping back. It just seemed too unhip a thing for good-looking girls to have done no matter how old they were at the time. I also began to get bolder. Since we lived out in the country and my family was almost never home, I got plenty of opportunity to "play."
I used to put on several pairs of underwear and cover the whole thing with a plastic bag from the grocery store. I would wear the "diaper" to bed and sometimes even wet it. It was sometime later (college years) that I discovered adult diapers.
But during all this time I was worried about being the only big baby out there. Then one night, standing in a book store looking through an internet book, I saw a description of alt.sex.fetish.diapers. I couldn't believe what I saw! There were others. I had internet access at school but I didn't want to look up that newsgroup or any websites in a crowded computer lab so I got interent access at home and sufed on into the night. One of the first things I did was join Diaper Pail Friends (DPF). And that's how I got to where I am.