My Sisters and Their Treatment of Me

	My first recollection of diaper punishment was when I 
was six years old. My mother was having coffee with our 
next door neighbor, and the lady was bragging to my mother 
how her two year old daughter was already potty trained. 
She told my mother that Deanna, her daughter had not wet 
her pants in over a month now and that she had been dry 
every morning for over three months. My mother told her 
that she wished she could say the same. My mother then told 
Mrs. Walters, our neighbor, how I was still wet every 
morning. Mrs. Walters then suggested that maybe she should 
give me Deanna's diapers and baby pants, as she no longer 
needed them. My mother said that maybe that would help make 
me decide to grow up. Mrs. Walters went home and brought 
back a big box with all of Deanna's diapers, baby pants, 
training pants, diaper pins, baby bottles, and even a 
pacifier. My mother was surprised the she had all these 
things and was will to give them to my mother to use on me. 
She also brought over Deanna's potty-chair and told my 
mother that if she wanted, she could have the highchair, 
playpen and crib as well.
	I walked in from outside, where I had been playing in 
some mud puddles, just as my mother and our neighbor were 
going through all the things she had bought over. I had mud 
all over me, my mother took one look at me and was furious. 
Earlier I had wet my pants while I took my nap on the 
couch. Now my mother just grabbed me and carried me to the 
bathroom and started running bath water as she undressed 
me, she was also spanking me the whole time. Mrs. Walters 
came in to see if she needed any help. My mother asked her 
to get me in the tub and watch me while she took my clothes 
to the washer. I was crying and embarrassed to have our 
neighbor see me naked.
	Mrs. Walters told me to stop being a crybaby. She said 
it was bad enough that I still wet my pants and acted like 
a baby at my age and she the proceeded to bathe me. When my 
mother came back the finished my bath and dried me. They 
then carried me to the kitchen table and laid me down. My 
mother got out some of the diapers and I started kicking 
and hitting. They manage to hold me down and get the diaper 
on me and they then put me outside. The diaper fell off me, 
as they were not able to pin it on very well with me 
fighting them. I tried to get back in the house, but they 
had locked the door. I stood there with the diaper at my 
ankles pounding on the door and crying. Several of the 
neighbor kids were out and laughing at me. My mother came 
out and said if I would lay down and be a good baby, she 
would pin the diaper back on right, otherwise I could stay 
out there like I was. I laid down and she asked, "Are you 
going to be a good baby now?" I just nodded my head and she 
pinned the diaper on me. This time she pinned it on good 
and snug. While my mother was pinning the diaper on me, 
Mrs. Walters went home, got the playpen, and brought it 
over to our yard. They put me in it and told me I had to 
stay there until my father got home.
	My sisters came home from where they had been visiting 
one of their friends and they laughed and teased me all 
afternoon. My mother would not even let me let to use the 
bathroom so I soaked the diaper I had on. They also made me 
drink from one of the baby bottles. When my dad got home, 
he laughed at me and said that at last I was dressed 
properly. I was brought in for supper. I was bathed, 
diapered and this time they added a pair of baby pants. 
They made me wear only the diaper and baby pants for the 
remainder of the day.
	I was kept in night diapers and baby pants until I 
quit wetting the bed, about six months after this incident. 
I trained myself to wake up 4 times a night to use the 
bathroom. They also put me back in the crib and was made to 
sleep in it even for over a year after I stop wetting the 
bed. I was also a thumb-sucker and my parents tried 
everything to break me from the habit before giving up. 
They would however humiliate me and allow my sisters to 
humiliate me by taking my thumb out of my mouth while I 
slept and replace it with a pacifier of baby bottle. I 
would just keep right on sucking, as if my thumb was still 
in my mouth. I would be upset when I woke up in the morning 
and found out I had either the pacifier or bottle in my 
mouth. They then made me drink my morning juice from a baby 
bottle. I was allergic to cow's milk, so I drank juice 
instead. This continued for several years.
	The next incident came when I was eight and was 
helping pull weeds out of the flowerbed. The flowers were 
just starting to come up and not blooming and I 
accidentally pulled out a flower instead of a weed. My 
sisters ran and told my dad what I had done. He came up and 
slapped me across the face and I started crying. He got 
mad, called me a big crybaby, and told my sisters to take 
me in the house and pin a diaper on me and bring me back 
out. They told him we didn't have any diapers and he told 
Janice, my sister that was a year older than me, to go next 
door and borrow a diaper and a couple of diaper pins. He 
then told Nancy, my sister that was three years older than 
me, to take me in and undress me.
	I kicked and fought my sister as she dragged me into 
the house. Janice was already back with the diaper and pins 
before Nancy had me in the house. Janice laid the diaper 
out on the coffee table and came back to help Nancy get me 
into the house. I was kicking and screaming my lungs off. 
Then I told them, "I am going to tell mommy." My father 
heard this and became furious. He ran and grabbed me and 
carried me to my room, undressing me as we went. He had me 
naked before we ever got to my room and he threw me down on 
the bed and started beating me with his belt. He hit me as 
hard as he could and whenever I turned to get away from him 
He would hit me wherever he could, including my privates. 
He beat me until I was unconscious. My mother came home and 
my sisters told her that they thought our father had beaten 
me to death.
	My mother also thought I was dead when she first 
entered the room, but when she turned me over, she noticed 
I was breathing. She shook me, trying to wake me, but I 
just continued to lay there limp. She got some baby lotion 
from next door and rubbed it into the skin on my back, 
butt, legs and privates, trying to keep the bruising and 
swelling down. She wrapped me in a sheet off my bed and 
carried me out to the car. She then drove me to the base 
hospital. My father was in the Air Force and we were 
stationed at Orly Field in Paris, France at the time. This 
was in 1955 and they were no child abuse laws at the time.
	I regained consciousness several hours later and spent 
the night in the hospital. The doctors told my dad that he 
had almost killed me. They called his commander to the 
hospital, but nothing happened to him as he promised he 
would never beat me again. I made a vow that day that I 
never resist him, my mother, sisters, or anyone else again. 
That is when I became very submissive.
	A few days after I got home, he asked me if I was 
going to resist again when told to do something and I 
promised I would not. He then told my sister Janice to go 
get the diaper she had borrowed. She went and brought it 
into the front room. He told me to lay on the coffee table, 
and I did. I was already starting to cry, as I knew what 
was going to happen. He then had Janice undress me and pin 
the diaper on me. He did not make me go out and after about 
10 minutes he let me take it off and get dress. I think he 
was just making sure that I had learned my lesson.
	My father kept his word and never did beat me again, 
although I was convinced he would if I ever resisted any 
other punishment. His favorite thing then was that he would 
have one of my sisters get out a diaper and some diaper 
pins, he bought some, and fold the diaper and put it on the 
coffee table. I would then have to lie on the diaper while 
they undressed me. I would then have to bring my knees 
towards my chest and spread them out, in what he called the 
diaper position, where they could position the diaper under 
me. Then he would have on of them hold my legs, by my 
ankles, in position and the other one spank me with either 
her hand, a belt, or a switch. The last time that he had 
them do this, I was 10 and several of my friends, and 
several of their girlfriends were there. He always had them 
put a pacifier in my mouth to keep me from crying aloud. 
They never actually diapered me until this last time, he 
had them pin it on me and then sent me to bed for the rest 
of the day.
	My father died when I was 11, and I thought things 
would get better, however my mother now was working full 
time and put my sisters completely in charge of me. They 
set the rules, when I had to go to bed, what I could or 
could not do, what I had to wear, whom I could or could not 
have for a friend. My sisters picked out all the clothes my 
mother bought me. I was not allowed to pick out any of 
them. They also picked out any games, toys, etc. that was 
bought for me. They always bought me underwear from the 
little boys department, as I was small enough to wear them.
	We moved shortly after my father died and my 
grandmother came to live with us. My sisters still had 
their authority over me, but now I also had my grandmother 
to contend with. My mother was working longer hours, plus 
she was now dating and did not stay home much. My 
grandmother never did like boys, so my situation became 
even worse. I tried to spend as much time away from the 
house as I could.
	My sisters introduced me to all their friends as their 
baby brother. They were always teasing me and calling me a 
baby. Their favorite thing was to threaten to pull my pants 
down and spank me if I did not mind them. They did this 
especially if some of their friends were around and on more 
than one occasion they followed through with it. I never 
resisted, as I knew my mother & grandmother would both give 
me a beating if I did resist. They did not take my 
underwear off, but would often threaten to.
	We took a family vacation to Disney World the summer I 
was 13. When we stopped for a motel room, my mother got a 
room with 2 double beds. I asked my to get some extra 
blankets and sheets, so I could make me a bed on the floor. 
She said I could not sleep on the floor in a motel, as you 
never knew who or what had been on it and also that there 
might be bugs crawling on the floor at night. I then asked 
where I was supposed to sleep. Nancy then told my mother 
that she could always get a free crib for me to sleep when 
like they did when my dad was alive and we traveled. I 
immediately protested and told Nancy to shut her big ugly 
mouth. That was a mistake.
	My mother slapped me across the face told me to 
apologize to my sister right away, and I did as tears 
flowed down my face. My mother, grandmother, and sisters 
all began teasing me and calling me a big baby. My mother 
said I had best not complain, as that was what I was acting 
like. She said my sister was only joking about the crib and 
she had planned to get me a rollaway bed to sleep in. 
However, she was now going to ask them if she could have a 
crib for me to sleep in. She sent Janice to the office to 
ask for a crib for her brother. Soon Janice was back with a 
housekeeper and a crib. I did not say anything for fear of 
what else my mother would do to me.
	As soon as the crib was set up, my mother told me to 
get in it. She then asked me if I remembered how my sisters 
used to be spank me in the diaper position. I nodded my 
head yes, as I was crying to hard to answer. I started 
sucking my thumb, which I had not done, except for at 
night, in a long time. My mother proceeded to undress me 
and then told Nancy that since she was the one I had 
insulted, she could spank me. Nancy then told me to get in 
the diaper position and gave me 13 swats with her hand, as 
I was 13 years old. My mother then said that she had made a 
mistake by not having my sisters to continue to spank me 
that way. She said from now on, whenever I did not mind, 
this is how I was to be punished, not only by my sisters, 
but also by my mother and grandmother. She also said that 
she did not care if anyone was around to see me being 
punished, as maybe that would help me to remember to mind. 
She then told me, I was just lucky no longer had any 
diapers, baby pants, baby bottles, or pacifiers for me. 
Then she told me that if my behavior did not straighten up, 
that would change.
	She then told Nancy to put my underwear back on me, as 
a little baby did not need anything else to wear. When it 
was time to go to bed, she made me let both Nancy and 
Janice give me a bath and then stand me in front of the 
stool to pee. I could not pee with them both watching me, 
so the put a clean pair of underwear on me and made me get 
in the crib. They pulled the side of the crib up and I 
cried myself to sleep. I always did and still do sleep 
curled up in a fetal position. I think it was from fear of 
my dad hitting me and just became a habit. When I woke up, 
I discovered I had wet the bed for the first time since I 
was six. My mother seen me moving around so she came over 
and let the side down and then discovered what I had done.
	She told everyone that I had wet the bed like a baby, 
just because I had slept in a baby bed. She, and everyone 
else, believed that I had wet the bed on purpose because I 
was mad about them making me sleep in the crib. They still 
believe to this day, but I did not do it on purpose. My 
mother then told me I had pushed it too far. I pleaded with 
her not to punish me as it was an accident. She just 
laughed it me and told my grandmother to give me a bath and 
she would be right back.
	She went to a drug store and bought me some diapers 
and Gerber Baby Pants. This store supplied a home for 
emotionally disturbed kids and carried these larger diapers 
and baby pants. The Baby pants were the exact same vinyl 
pants and those for babies, even came in the same type box 
with the Gerber Baby on it and also on the tag in the back 
of each pair of baby pants. The diapers were called 
Juniors, and I think Gerber also made those. They were much 
thicker and larger than regular diapers. She bought four 
packages of the diapers, 6 to a package, and 6 pairs of the 
vinyl baby pants. She also bought me two pacifiers and 
several baby bottles. Then she got some diaper pins, baby 
lotion, baby powder, baby soap, baby shampoo, and two 
bathtub toys (a boat & a rubber duck).
	When she came back, she had my grandmother get me out 
of the tub and dry me off. She then told me to lay down on 
the bed she and my grandmother had slept in. She proceeded 
to diaper me and then put a pair of the baby pants on me. I 
was crying, so she put a pacifier in my mouth. She told 
Janice to put a T-shirt on me. She then told me if I was 
now going to wet like a baby, I would be treated like one. 
She also said that now we could make better time, as we 
would not have to stop all the time for me to potty. I took 
the pacifier out to protest and she grab me and stuck it 
back in, telling me I was never to remove it, only some 
else could take it out, as babies didn't need to talk.
	She then informed me that I was going to be kept in 
diapers and treated like a baby for the remainder of our 
vacation. The after we got home, if I behaved myself, I 
would just be diapered at night and in the afternoons for a 
nap. I would have a bottle at both naptime and at night. 
She could see I was trying to ask her something, so she 
took the pacifier out and warned me I had best not be 
complaining. I asked her how long I would have to remain in 
night diaper and take naps in diapers. She put the pacifier 
back in my mouth and told me that I had gone 7 years 
without peeing the bed and then relapsed, so she would 
never take me out of night diapers again. My sisters just 
laughed and teased me when they heard this, My mother told 
them they were to have me diapered by 7pm every night, but 
they could diaper me as early as they wanted to. She also 
said that anytime I had to be spanked, they were to diaper 
me and keep me in diapers for the rest of the day.
	The vacation turned into a real nightmare for me. I 
was not allowed to use the bathroom by myself, so one of my 
sisters would blindfold me and take me into the girl's 
room. I got to where I only asked to go when I had to have 
a bowel movement, the rest of the time, I just peed in my 
diapers. I had to drink everything from the baby bottles. 
My mother told me to act just like a 2-year-old and 
whenever someone asked about me, she would tell them I was 
retarded. I was physically very immature, so when they 
changed me in front of others, no one complained.
	I did not start puberty until I was 27 years old. When 
I was 26, I had an operation to correct the damages my 
father had done to my testicles when he beat me. I still 
have no sex drive of any kind. The only reason they found 
the damage was that my right testicle swelled up one night 
while I was working and they had to rush me to the 
hospital. They had to cut both my pants and underwear off. 
They then put my testicle in a tray of crushed ice to bring 
the swelling down. As soon as I got up out of bed to use 
the bathroom, it started swelling again. This time I passed 
out from the pain. I do not remember anything after that 
until I came to in the recovery room. The doctors said it 
was a pure miracle that I did not lose both my testicles. 
When I told them how my father had beaten me, they just 
shook their heads.
	I did not have my first climax until I was 28. I was 
short and skinny all the way through school. I was only 4' 
tall and weighed 55 pounds when I graduated from high 
school. I did not start growing until after they operated 
on me, then I grew 19" over the next 2 years. I went 
through the voice change and everything else that a boy 
normally goes through when he is around 13-14. The only 
thing I never did develop was an appetite for sex, not even 
masturbation.
	I think my family was glad that I was so small and 
immature, that made it easier for them to control me. The 
schools did not help either, as they also treated me very 
babyish. I admit, I was a very hyperactive child all the 
way through school. Today they would say I was ADD. My 
sisters often threatened to send me to school in a diaper 
if I did not stop wetting the bed. I knew my mother did not 
intend to let me out of diapers at any time, so I did not 
even try to stay dry.
	I saw my sister talking to my coach one day, but I 
could not tell what she said to him. That night my mother 
told me that if I was wet in the morning, I would wear a 
diaper to school for my underwear, and I would not get an 
exemption from PE. I was now in the 11th grade and was very 
scared that she would make me do it. The boys all teased me 
already because of how small and undeveloped I was. I tried 
my best that night to stay dry but wet anyhow. The next 
morning, Janice came in and woke me up and the first thing 
she did was to check my diaper to see if it was wet. She 
said, "Looks like your going to be in diapers all day."
	I got up and went into the kitchen for breakfast, 
wearing only my wet diaper and baby pants, as I did every 
morning. After breakfast, both Nancy and Janice took me to 
the bathroom and removed my diaper. They had me sit on the 
commode and told me to hurry up and use it. They left the 
room and came back in about 10 minutes. They then washed me 
off and took me to my room. Nancy made me lay down on a 
thick diaper she had already folded on the bed. She then 
applied baby lotion and powder to the diaper area and 
pinned the diaper on. She then rubbed baby powder all over 
me, telling me how I would smell like a sweet baby at 
school. Next she put a pair of my baby pants on me and the 
Janice finished dressing me. The diapers were so thick that 
she could not zip up my pants. Nancy told her to leave the 
zipper down. They then told me to get my schoolbooks and we 
went to the bus stop. Everyone could tell I was wearing a 
diaper, but on one said anything.
	Things went fine until PE. I just could not bring 
myself to go into the locker room and undress in front of 
the others. Coach came up to me and asked me if I had a 
problem. I said that I was not feeling too well. He then 
pulled me into the locker room and asked me if I was not 
feeling well, because I had peed my bed and now had to wear 
a diaper. I started crying and everyone started laughing. 
The coach said my sister had told him how I still wet my 
bed, wore diapers to bed, and asked if they could send me 
to school in them for punishment.
	The coach had told her he thought that would be a 
great ideal. He the told me to undress for gym. When I 
started to put my gym shorts on over my diapers and baby 
pants, he told me that babies did not need to wear gym 
shorts. They did this on several occasions the rest of that 
school year and my Senior year as well.
	My mother hired both my sisters' friends and my own 
friends to baby-sit for me over the years. She gave them 
all permission to spank me if they felt like I needed one, 
and if it was at night they had to bathe, diaper me, and 
get me in bed with a bottle. Most of the girls would diaper 
me as soon as they got there and treat me like a baby the 
whole time they were there. They always seemed to find a 
reason to spank me, and my mother had told them about 
putting me in the diaper position for my spanking. The 
girls would usually just spank me with their hands and not 
very hard. My friends would usually just do what they had 
to do, except for a couple of them that thought baby-
sitting me was real fun. They would humiliate me in every 
way they could. They would also use either a switch or a 
belt on me when they punished me. My mother found out and 
they became my primary baby-sitters, often bringing their 
girlfriends with them.
	I can tell you about many episodes. Especially like 
going to the fair, amusement parks, and shopping. I still 
can not understand why I now want this same treatment, 
after the way I hated it so then. I am still trying to 
forgive my family, but they do not make it easy.