Name: anon. from Michigan
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 5, 7, 8, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16
Current Age: 16

It all started when I was 5 and I started wetting the bed at grandma's. 
After wetting the bed 3 times my grandma got me Goodnites. The first 
night I wore them I was dry and for some reason I didn't really like 
this. The second night I held my pee in until I fell asleep so I would 
pee but I woke up dry. I stayed dry for the next couple weeks and 
forgot about it for a while.

During the summer before I turned 7 I went to a summer daycare while my 
parents worked. There were also babies and toddlers there who wore 
diapers and I went to the bathroom, peed in them then threw them out. 
One day I got the nerve to walk out of the bathroom in a pull-up. It 
felt like all the workers were staring at me and when my mom got there 
I rushed to change and we left. I thought I would never see my diapers 
again.

Not too long after I turned 7 I met a kid and spent the night at his 
house. He wet the bed and had to wear Goodnites so I wore one, too. I 
was in paradise. He stopped wetting the bed and we wore his sister's 
pull-ups until they stopped fitting.

When I was 8 I started wetting the bed again and had to wear Goodnites 
again. I went with my mom to pick them out and I chose the smaller size 
since it had more even though they were a little tight. A couple days 
later I went on a trip with my grandma to Mammoth Caves. After the cave 
we went to my cousin's where my aunt saw me changing into the 
Goodnites. I was sort of embarrassed and that night I wet my Goodnites 
for the first time and they leaked. Thankfully I slept on the floor so 
no one noticed.

When I was 11 I started looking at all the diaper packages and noticed 
there was an aisle that had big diapers for adults. When I was 12 a few 
months before I moved to a new town I started to want them more and 
more.

When I was 13 and 14 I made diapers out of garbage bags and towels and 
came for my first time ever. It wasn't until I was 15 when I finally 
found some diapers at my grandma's and stole them. Unfortunately I 
couldn't wait to use them and had no way to dispose of them. I hid them 
in my basement and my mom eventually found them but she thought someone 
broke in and left them there. Thankfully she didn't call the police 
since nothing was missing.

Since then I've done anything to get them ranging from stealing one 
from a Goodwill to digging in trashes for them. I still don't wear them 
but I can't tell my parents at least not until I move out.

I hope you enjoyed my story.
Email me if you're from Michigan