I was late being potty trained, as I was the "baby" of the family and 
my mother probably wanted me to remain her "baby" as long as possible. 
I remember some incidents from childhood. One that stands out is when I 
was close to four. I was finally "trained" but not all that reliable, 
so when we went to my cousin's house for her birthday I wore trainers 
and rubber pants, just in case. There were lots of people there, 
cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. We kids were all in my aunt's big backyard 
playing when I felt the urge to poop, but we were having a good time 
and I thought I could wait a bit.

Suddenly I realized I was not going to make it to the house, so I 
wandered off a bit and made a load in my pants. I tried to isolate 
myself, but my cousins called me over, then the birthday girl, who was 
6, sniffed the air. Uh oh, I thought, busted. She called my aunt over 
and told her she thought I pooped. So my aunt asked me if I had an 
accident. I didn't say anything.

Then suddenly out of the blue my aunt pulled my pants down. At that 
time my mom showed up. I was standing in front of everybody, my pants 
around my ankles, in rubber pants and trainers, with a load sagging. 
Some of the older kids started giggling, my cousin, the birthday girl, 
sure did. �P U he stinks!� I was embarrassed. Some of the adults 
started to chuckle too.

Mom said, �Charlie, you should have told somebody you needed to poop. I 
guess you aren't a big boy.�

I had a feeling I knew what that meant. Diapers! Mom pulled up my pants 
took me by the hand and brought me inside the house. My cousin 
followed. I was taken to a bathroom, my clothes removed, then cleaned 
up. Mom then took me into a bedroom and got out her diaper bag, got two 
cloth diapers, powder, and ointment. My cousin followed. She asked if 
she could watch, my mom said, �sure, sweetie.�

I was then laid down stark naked. I didn't want my cousin there, but 
mom told me to hush or I'd get a spanking. I remember looking away as I 
was being diapered, but I know my cousin was looking at my pee pee and 
bottom. She handed my mom the powder. After I was diapered I had clean 
rubber pants put on, but no outer pants. I asked mom for them, but she 
said, �No, Charlie, you acted like a baby, and they don't wear pants.�

So I returned to the party in just a t shirt sneakers, rubber pants and 
diapers. I got more comments by the other kids, and just tried to 
ignore them. Eventually we went home, and I stayed in diapers for 
awhile, until I finally returned to my trainers, but I did have 
accidents here and there.