Name: AJ
Ages: 9, 10, 16, 17

My brother was born when I was 6. I was still having a little problem 
controlling myself at night which was no big deal to anyone. One night 
I had diarrhea pretty bad and messed the bed. My mom flipped out and 
put me into a diaper for the night. Along with messing my diaper, I wet 
it as well. I rather liked not waking up in a cold bed and mom liked 
not having to change sheets so the next night I was put into one of my 
brother's diapers again. She did this off and on for about the next 
year, mostly if I was sick and couldn't get out of bed fast. Staying at 
my grandma's or aunt's, I was put in a diaper every night. I didn't 
have a problem again or thought about wearing a diaper until I was 
about 15.

I was in the hospital for 2 days and wet the bed (probably because I 
was nervous) immediately. I was put in a diaper the entire time and 
changed when I wet or messed it. The doctor told my mom that it would 
be a good idea to keep me in a diaper for a little while until I was 
100%. A couple weeks went by and I found I had trouble controlling my 
bladder and bowels. I told my mom this and after seeing the doctor, she 
kept putting me in a diaper and changing me. I went to school like this 
and still had all of my friends probably because we lived in a very 
small town.

By the time I was 17, I hadn't used the toilet in over a year. I had 
hit puberty and wasn't allowed to change my diaper myself. If my mom 
couldn't do it, one of my aunts or grandma did. They didn't think I 
would do it right and I would leak. Sometimes they would change me in 
front of people. In high school, they had arranged for the school nurse 
to change me whenever I needed. Before graduation, I got some help and 
virtually eliminated the need for diapers.

About a year went by and I began to miss them. One night I wet the bed 
on purpose. Nothing was said, they figured it was a freak accident. So 
a few days later, I peed my pants on purpose. My mom and aunt joked 
about putting me back into diapers. The next day, I messed my pants on 
purpose and my mom and aunt got upset and went to the store. As I was 
cleaning up after a shower, they told me to come into my room. My mom 
told me to take the towel off and lay down. My aunt powdered me up and 
mom slid a nice Attends under my butt and did the tapes. I was told I 
was in a diaper for the rest of the night. If I needed changed, to come 
get one of them. If I didn't, they would check. I peed in it 2 hours 
later but didn't say anything. As predicted, they slid a finger under 
my shorts, laid me down in front of my aunt and grandma and changed my 
diaper. I went to sleep and the next morning woke up in a soaked 
diaper. I took a shower and my mom was waiting for me to put a fresh 
diaper on me. At 18, this was embarrassing but it felt good to be 
diapered again. This went on for the summer until I moved. I still wear 
a diaper occasionally but whenever I come home to visit and spend the 
night, I am almost always put in a diaper, changed and kept in a diaper 
until I leave.