Back In Diapers Again

Summary: This is the true story of what happened to me when I was 13 
and after a head injury went back to bedwetting and some day wetting

When I woke up I was not sure where I was and just a little confused 
and my head ached and nothing seemed like home. Gradually I realized my 
surroundings and thought that I must be dreaming as I was in a large 
metal crib and in a pediatric ward in a hospital. I called out to a 
nurse going by and she came and also called some one else from the desk 
and both of them told me as they were checking me that I finally woke 
up and the doctor would be there soon. They took one of the side rails 
down and when they checked my diaper I realized that I was diapered and 
stuff just like when I was when younger. When the doctor finally got 
there they had checked me out pretty well and he checked in my eyes 
with a light and several other things then helped me to the side of the 
crib and helped me down to the floor and held on to me as he had me try 
to walk. I was a little woozy but able to walk and stuff so when back 
at my crib he helped me back in and told me that I had been in a coma 
for 3 days from a concussion that happened from an accident with my 
bicycle and that he would let my parents know that I was awake as they 
were worried about me. He also told me to give myself time to get back 
some of the motor skills that may be gone and that losing control of 
urine and feces was common for kids my age with concussions. I was 13 
and had finally stopped wetting the bed two years ago at 11 and was 
unhappy being back in diapers and plastic pants but they all said that 
I needed them as many other even older kids and some adults needed them 
after an accident like mine. Once he had left the nurse pulled the 
plastic pants down to my ankles and unpinned the thick cloth diaper 
that was soaked and slid it out from under me. While she cleaned me up 
with a warm wet wash cloth I noticed that all of my pubic hair was gone 
and asked her why and was told that for hygienic reasons they always 
did that and that when I stopped wetting that it would grow back. 
Little did I know that it would be months until I was dry in the day 
time and years until I was dry at night again.

A couple of days later I was discharged and sent home to recuperate and 
it had been decided that since I was used to diapers now that they 
would offer me the best protection until I was retrained. Once home to 
my shock they had rented a large crib like the one in the hospital and 
that would be my bed for a while. My Mom and older sister liked it, as 
it was high and made changing me easier and it kept me from sleep 
walking as well.

Every one treated me nice and I was happy with most of it, as diapers 
weren't that bad and being treated nice was okay, too. About a week 
after I came home a young lady came over from the school and she and my 
parents worked out a home school kind of thing for me for during the 
week and for an extra charge she would be teaching me as well as caring 
for me when my Mom was at work. In the morning when she got there I 
would have breakfast then get my diapers taken off and told to use the 
toilet for BM and then shower and when I was done she would meet me in 
my room and diaper me on the crib then let me wear short pants and t 
shirt or some thing over and we would have class. She was an excellent 
teacher and I was getting all as and she was always nice about my 
needing diapers and never teased me cruelly though we both had our 
laughs a few times when things happened. When I finally had some dry 
days Mom let me wear a kind of training pant and those were ok and then 
I no longer needed them but was diapered at night until I was 15 and 
finally stopped wetting the bed, I got out of the crib and into a 
regular bed and all that she did was keep a rubber sheet on it until I 
was 16 just in case. This was before disposables and stuff so maybe 
some of you wouldn't understand the concept of cloth diapers and either 
rubber or plastic baby panties for older children but they were there 
then and once I got used to them I still had fun with friends staying 
over or me staying at their place as they all knew and went on fishing 
trips with uncle and all. I will try another more explicit story later 
with more details and stuff as I at first disliked being a diaper boy 
but liked it after a while and enjoyed being taken care of and treated 
like a toddler that time. Thanks and by the way I still once again wet 
the bed and wear diapers and plastic pants but I am and old man now so 
no thrill in it just some thing that I have to do. Today bedwetting 
seems more accepted and many products out there that look comfortable 
and please don't feel down on your self if you do wet the bed, as there 
are many just like you that you don't know about. I became an officer 
in the Army and was decorated several times back in the 60s and was 
able to retire a Major with a good pension and a college degree. Life 
is to be lived and each day cherished as it may be the last one and 
even if your diapers or goodnights are wet the sun will come up and you 
can have a good day.