Childhood Memories
in
Milwaukee
My earliest childhood memories about
“DIAPERS” date back to Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Even though I was potty trained at the normal age of 3 or so, I had night-time
accidents every once in a while, just like any other child growing up. My
parents never punished me for having nighttime accidents with the use of
diapers, but quietly cleaned up my bed. I don’t remember having a plastic sheet
on my bed, but I can probably imagine that it was there. During my Kindergarten
and 1st grade years, I did have several daytime accidents, not
because something was wrong with me physically, but I was too lazy from playing
outside and run inside to use the potty. I always played on my swing set to dry
out my pants whenever it happened. I don’t think my parents knew about my
daytime accidents, but come on now, I don’t think my mom was stupid. I’m sure
she smelled the urine on my pants during laundry day.
The first time I was exposed to
diapers started in I was in the 1st grade in 1967. I lived in
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, just west of Oklahoma Avenue and 60th street.
It was a quiet neighborhood lined with single-family houses and two-story
duplexes or townhouses. I lived in one of those two-story duplexes with my
older brother, my parents and my younger brother who was only about 1 or 2 at
the time. I had several friends from school that lived on the same street and
like any child, rode our bikes up and down the street every Saturday morning.
Our grade school was just down the street (which now has been torn down) and
our parents didn’t mind us going to the playground by ourselves. Remember it
was the 60’s and you didn’t have the threat of childhood abduction like you
might have nowadays. I remember on the way to the play ground with some friends
that there was a kid who appeared to be alittle older than the rest of us,
playing outside in the summer time wearing only thick cloth diapers, plastic
pants and a shirt. He didn’t seem to mind that he was diapered, but didn’t seem
to have any playmates for himself. From that moment on, I wanted to wear
diapers, too. This is where it all started with my love of “Diapers”. I couldn’t believe that, here was this kid
playing outside and wearing diapers. On one particular Saturday morning, I was
playing outside by myself when I noticed this kid outside again wearing only
his diapers and T-shirt. I purposely kicked the ball I was playing with toward
his direction (he lived only 3 houses down). As I came toward his house, he
picked up the ball and gave it to me. I just stared at him, but thanked him for
giving my ball back. I’m sure it was obvious that I was looking at his diapers,
which was evidently wet. I finally asked him why he was wearing diapers and he
told me that he had to, nothing more, nothing less. Since I never saw him at
our school I did ask him where he went and he told me that he was
home-schooled. I had no idea that you could be home-schooled, in fact I don’t
even remember hearing about it. No wonder why I never saw him at school.
Shortly after this, he moved with his family away from the neighborhood. I
missed seeing this kid wearing diapers around the neighborhood.
Once the thought of wearing diapers was implanted in
my mind, I knew I wanted to wear diapers. Since I had a baby brother who was 2
at the time and still in diapers, there were plenty of diapers to take. I
remember one evening while I was taking my bath I noticed my brother’s cloth
diapers and toddler size plastic pants lying on the bathroom floor. While I was
drying off, I placed the towel around me as a diaper and then pulled the
plastic pants over the towel to simulate the diaper effect. Just then my mother
came into the bathroom and yelled at me why I was wearing them. She told me to
take it off, finished drying off and come in her room. I was mortified on what
was about to happen. I figured that I was in for a spanking, but when I entered
my parents room in my pajama’s she told me to remove them. She then told me
that if I wanted to wear diapers like a baby then I was going to wearing
diapers like a baby. She placed me on her bed and placed really thick cloth
diapers underneath me and pinned them up. I do remember crying and telling he
that I didn’t want to wear diapers, but it was to no use. She then placed a
pair of snap-on plastic pants underneath me and snapped them up in place over
my diapers. Actually I couldn’t believe that the diapers fit me, I mean they
were my brothers diapers. After I was diapered she pulled my pajamas bottoms
over the shamefully thick cloth diapers and plastic pants and I was sent out to
the living room to say goodnight to my dad and the company we had. I’m sure it
was really obvious that I was diapered, as most of the adults patted my rear
end as they said goodnight. Once in bed (we had bunk beds) my older brother
couldn’t believe that I was wearing diapers. One of the snaps of the plastic
pants came undone and I really couldn’t snap them back up, so I had my brother
snap them back for me. I slept in the diapers that night (never wet them
though) and in the morning my mom came into my room and asked me if I had
enough with the diapers and I replied “yes”. What a stupid mistake, I should
have wet them during the night so my parents would have diapered me of the
following nights ahead.
The only other time that I remember about wanting to
wear diapers is that some of my friends (which were girls) wanted to play
house. They had set up a tent in their back yard and she wanted me to play the
baby. She even got out a pair of toddler plastic pants for me to wear over my
pants, which I did. I bet she didn’t know that I really wanted to wear cloth
diapers and then the plastic pants, but I didn’t let on. This was the last time
I remember wanting diapers until middle school and that is in a story by
itself.
By
Timmy
06/23/2001
TAH020661