My Big Brother

Summary: Growing up with a big brother in diapers.

I am the second of 4 boys, Joey, Steve (me), Jimmy, and Donnie. We are 
all about 2 years apart. We are all grown now, so this is a look back 
at the years that we were growing up. Specifically, how it relates to 
diapers and my older brother. He suggested that I write this from my 
perspective.

We were all potty trained at the appropriate age of 2-3 years old, with 
some occasional bedwetting for a few years after that-- except for 
Joey, who was a chronic bedwetter. When he was 8 years old, my parents 
decided to put him back into diapers at night to control the effects of 
his bedwetting. He wasn’t very happy about that, but he didn’t have 
much choice. Joey and I shared a room, and I remember hearing him cry 
as my parents put the diapers and plastic pants on him at bedtime. When 
I came into the room, he was already in his pajamas, so I didn’t see 
his diapers. The routine was for one of my parents to take him to our 
room to change him for bed a little early. In the morning he came to 
breakfast with his diapers still on under his pajamas. Honestly, it was 
hard to even tell he was wearing them. It took awhile for my little 
brothers to even catch on the Joey wore diapers to bed.

It was a few weeks after he started wearing diapers again that I first 
saw him in a diaper. He had gone to our room to get ready for bed, and 
a few minutes later I ran into the room to get something. He was lying 
on his bed wearing just his diapers and my dad was slipping his plastic 
pants on him. He yelled when I came in and I said, “Sorry”, but my dad 
said “It’s OK, Steve was bound to see you in your diapers sooner or 
later since you share a room.”

Joey especially hated it when my parents went out for the evening and 
got us a babysitter. He had the choice of being diapered before my 
parents left or letting the babysitter diaper him. He liked the first 
option except that he had to spend the evening in his diapers and 
pajamas while his younger brothers were still dressed. It also meant 
that he had to spend more time diapered, and he worried that it looked 
to the babysitter like he was always diapered. After a few times he 
usually let the babysitter diaper him.

He gradually became more comfortable about me seeing him in his 
diapers, although I think it was a few years before my younger brothers 
ever saw him without his pajamas covering them up.

I felt sorry for Joey. I know that he didn’t like the fact that he 
still needed diapers, while his younger brothers didn’t.

Five years later, Joey was still wetting at night, and still being 
diapered. I was about 11 when my mom asked me to start helping out by 
getting Joey out of his diapers in the morning after breakfast. By this 
time I had seen her or my dad take Joey’s diapers off of him many 
times. That first morning was kind of awkward for us, but when we got 
to our room Joey took his pajamas off and lay on his bed. I walked over 
and pulled his plastic pants off and dropped them on the floor. Then I 
unpinned each diaper pin and removed his wet diapers and set them on 
top of his plastic pants. He stood up, grabbed his wet diapers and 
plastic pants, put them in his diaper pail and got ready for school.

It wasn’t long after that, on a busy night when my dad wasn’t home and 
mom was helping one of my younger brothers with something, that she 
asked me if I thought that I could change Joey into his diapers for 
bed. Joey started to protest, but my mom gave him a look and he quieted 
down. We went to our room and Joey slowly got undressed while I went to 
his dresser and got out some diapers and a pair of plastic pants. I 
folded the diapers like I had seen my parents do many times and lay 
them on his bed. He came over and lay down on the diapers. I took the 
baby powder from his night stand and sprinkled some on him. I then took 
two diaper pins, opened them up and held them in my mouth while I 
pulled the diapers up between his legs. As I fastened the first diaper 
pin and looked down at my older brother, I suddenly felt like the big 
brother. Before I had always seen him as my bigger, older brother, but 
as I pinned him into his diapers I saw our roles differently. I think 
he sensed something too as I slipped his plastic pants up over his 
diapers.

Later that year we went on vacation to visit relatives for a family 
reunion. It was about two days by car which was exciting for us, except 
that Joey knew that he would have to wear diapers for the whole trip 
since we sometimes fell asleep while riding in the car. This wasn’t new 
for Joey, but still he hated having to wear diapers all day. I still 
have memories of mom laying Joey down on the back seat of the car at 
rest areas to change his diapers, or my dad taking him to the men’s 
room at a restaurant and laying him on the counter to change him. Joey 
had just turned 14 and was still in diapers. It was on trips like this 
that my younger brothers saw Joey in his diapers most often.

At the reunion, most of the cousins soon heard that Joey still wore 
diapers to bed, and a few started to tease him, but the parents put a 
stop to it. One evening all the adults were going out to dinner and 
left two other 14-year-old cousins in charge. We all had fun together 
and about 8:00, one of them said, “OK, time to put the toddlers to 
bed.” They each picked up a 2 year old boy and headed to a bedroom. My 
boy cousin, Ken, turned to Joey and said, “You better come along too.” 
Some of the cousins laughed a little as Joey followed them to the 
bedroom. When they got to the bedroom, Ken told Joey to start getting 
undressed and he and Lisa started to undress the toddlers. Joey was 
shaking as he got completely undressed and lay down on the bed. Ken 
then came over to Joey carrying Joey’s diapers and slipped them under 
him. Lisa lay the toddlers down next to Joey and started to change 
their diapers, as Ken pulled Joey’s diapers up between his legs and 
started to pin them on. As he was fastening the diaper pins he said, “I 
can’t believe that I am diapering someone my own age, I don’t remember 
wearing diapers, and you still wear diapers everyday.” When he finished 
pinning Joey’s diapers, he started helping Lisa with the toddlers 
diaper changes. A 12-year-old girl cousin came in and asked if she 
could help diaper the babies. Ken said, “Sure, here, put Joey’s plastic 
pants on him.” It wasn’t what she had in mind, and she hesitated for a 
minute before taking them from Ken and walking over to Joey. Joey 
closed his eyes in embarrassment as the 12 year old snapped his plastic 
pants on him. When they were done, the toddlers were put into cribs and 
Joey was given the choice of staying up, obviously diapered, or being 
put to bed. He chose to be put to bed with the toddlers.

For a while, the role of diapering Joey stayed mostly with my parents. 
That changed when I was 12 and Joey 14. We had a babysitter that turned 
out to be a 15-year-old boy from our school. Joey was mortified when my 
parents were giving the sitter instructions and pointed to Joey and 
said, “This is Joey, and he’s the one that you will need to change into 
diapers at bed time.” The sitter had a puzzled look on his face as he 
looked at Joey. But at Joey’s bedtime (he went to bed first because he 
was still in diapers) the sitter said, “OK Joey let’s go put you to 
bed.” I followed them and watched from the hallway. My mom had left 
Joey’s diapers and plastic pants laid out on his bed. Joey hesitated 
doing anything and the sitter finally said, “Do you get undressed by 
yourself or am I supposed to get you undressed?” Joey said, “I can do 
it” and got himself undressed. He went and lay down on his diapers and 
the sitter pinned the diapers on him. The sitter asked him, “Why are 
you still wearing diapers to bed at your age?” Joey explained that he 
still wet the bed. The sitter then slipped the plastic pants onto Joey 
and finished putting him to bed.

After that experience Joey complained to my parents that he was too old 
to still have a babysitter. My parents said that they agreed, but that 
as long as he still needed diapers he would have to have a babysitter. 
He was silent for a minute, and then he looked at me and said, “Why 
can’t Steve be the babysitter? He knows how to diaper me and when we 
were younger we used to have babysitters that are his age.” My parents 
asked me if I was willing and I said “Sure, I could do it.” From then 
on, I was the babysitter for my brothers. Joey liked it better because 
even though I changed him for bed at his bedtime, I usually let him 
stay up later with me. Sometimes if we were watching something good on 
TV, I would send him to his room during a commercial to get his diapers 
and I would diaper him on the floor in front of the TV. It got so that 
he didn’t always put his pajamas on, and was comfortable sitting with 
us in just his diapers, plastic pants and a t-shirt.

Even if he slept in just his diapers, he always put his pajamas on 
before coming to breakfast so that we wouldn’t see that he had wet his 
diapers. One summer morning we were surprised to see him walk into the 
kitchen in his diapers, plastic pants, and white t-shirt. He walked 
around, had breakfast and talked to us as if this was normal for him. 
Pretty soon this was usually how he came to breakfast. My dad always 
had a funny look on his face seeing his teenage son walk in with just 
baby diapers and plastic pants on.

One Saturday morning when I was 13 and Joey was 15, as I got out of bed 
Joey said, ‘Steve, would you change my diapers, I want to sleep in a 
little and I’m really wet?” I thought that it was a little strange that 
he wanted a diaper change, but I went ahead and did it for him. About 
an hour later he came in for breakfast, again with just his diapers and 
plastic pants on, and then sat and watched TV with us. He spent most of 
the morning sitting around in just his diapers until mom finally told 
him to go get dressed.

This started happening more frequently, where he would ask me for a 
diaper change and then spend many hours hanging out in just his 
diapers. One Saturday morning I came into our room after he had been 
sent to get dressed and I saw him pulling his pants up over his diapers 
and plastic pants. I startled him and said, “What are you doing, why 
are you keeping your diapers on?” He got all red and flustered. Then I 
said, ‘Do you want to wear your diapers all day?” He nodded yes, and 
then asked me not to tell mom and dad. I didn’t know what to think, but 
I agreed. Later when we were playing outside, he was getting a little 
mean to me and our younger brothers. I yelled out, “What’s the matter 
do you need your diapers changed?” My brothers laughed, not thinking 
that he was wearing his diapers during the day. But that made him back 
off. That afternoon we were in our room and I asked him if his diapers 
were wet. He said that it was none of my business. I reminded him that 
even though he was 15, I was his babysitter, and that I diapered him 
for bed most nights. I walked over to him and told him that I was going 
to check his diapers. He told me to back off. I started to yell for 
mom, but he quickly agreed to let me check to see if he was wet. He 
was, and I said, “Looks like you need a diaper change.” He said, no, 
that he didn’t want the diapers on anymore. I asked him, “Do you want 
me to tell mom that you chose to keep your diapers on today, or that 
you ask me to change your diapers some mornings?” He said, ‘No, if you 
will be quiet, you can go ahead and change me.” He pulled his pants all 
the way off and lay down on his bed. As I was getting some diapers out 
of his dresser, the two younger boys came in and were surprised to see 
Joey in his diapers in the middle of the day. They asked what was going 
on and I said, “Joey wanted to stay in his diapers all day, and now he 
is wet and needs to be changed. Can you help me change him?” Joey gave 
me a dirty look, but didn’t say anything. Donny said, “Joey, why do you 
want to wear your diapers all day?” Joey didn’t answer. I said, “It 
doesn’t matter, but he does need to be changed.” Jimmy said, ”Can I 
change his diapers? I’m 11 and that’s how old you were when you first 
started diapering Joey.” I said, “Sure, go ahead.” Donny and I watched 
as Jimmy did a pretty good job of changing his older brother’s diapers. 
I know that Joey sometimes kept his diapers on during the day after 
that, but I think that he just took them off once they were wet.

Joey continued to stay in diapers through high school, with me changing 
him into his diapers most nights. I thought it was strange when he 
would come home from hanging out with friends or from being on a date, 
and then lay down and tell me what a good time he had while I changed 
him into his diapers and plastic pants.

After high school, Joey went to a local college and lived at home. He 
took over his own diapering at age 18, although I helped him with his 
diaper pins occasionally. When I finished high school we went away to 
college together and shared a dorm room. He still slept in his diapers, 
and a few mornings each week he would change into dry diapers and get 
dressed for class. I knew that he had grown to like something about 
staying in diapers. He said that they made him feel safe and secure. A 
few times a month, he would ask me to change him between classes. We 
would go to our car and I would change him on the back seat just like I 
had seen mom do when we were younger. He always seemed happy to get 
changed into dry diapers.

The next year we got our own apartment and it seemed as if Joey was 
spending more and more time dressed in his diapers. He spent most of 
the time in the apartment in just diapers, plastic pants, and a t-
shirt. He would pull some pants on if someone came over. One weekend 
our younger brothers came to visit for the weekend and were surprised 
to see that Joey almost always wore diapers. He even got himself some 
of the baby style pajamas with the feet in them for colder nights.

I know that he still wears diapers to this day.

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