Name: Clay
Ages: 7

My first recollection of wearing diapers goes back to age 
3. My sister (14 months younger)and I were both still in 
cribs. I remember my dad diapering me and saying we were 
getting to old to wear diapers. Since my sister had to be 
at least 2 I figured I was 3 1/2 and still needing to 
wear night diapers. The truth of the matter is that I wet 
the bed on a regular basis until age 15. I guess my 
parents must have stopped the diapering soon after this 
because I don't remember wearing them after age 3.

When I was 7 we were going on a camping vacation in 
Kentucky. The day before we were leaving my sister came 
into my room with a smug look on her face. I asked her 
what she wanted. With the typical sister attitude she 
said that her and mom had been packing the suitcases for 
the trip and they had packed a diaper for me to wear at 
night. I couldn't believe what she had just said! I told 
her no way was I going to wear a diaper. She just smiled 
and left the room which really worried me.

We left on the trip without my parents saying anything 
about a diaper. I figured since they had not said 
anything that my sister had just made it up. It took us 
all day to get to Kentucky, we were meeting my dad's 
family for a reunion. We arrived in the evening and set 
up our tent and cots. I was told to go in and get ready 
for bed before my older brother and younger sister. I 
thought this was a little strange. My dad went in with me 
and said that mom had set my PJ's on my sleeping bag. 
When I opened them up I found a diaper. I couldn't 
believe it! My sister had been right.

The diaper was an all in one (I haven't ever found 
anything like it in later years) that had a cotton 
flannel lining with a plastic outer shell. It snapped at 
the waistband on both sides so there was no debate that 
it was a diaper. I turned to my Dad in shock and asked 
him if I had to wear a diaper. He said that he and mom 
had discussed it and decided that it was best to keep my 
sleeping bag and cot dry while we camped. He asked if I 
needed help getting it on and I said no, I didn't think 
so. Strangely, I don't remember the feeling putting it on 
the first time, I do remember my mom waking me up the 
next morning and asking if I had wet. I told her I wasn't 
sure. She pulled back the sleeping bag and said it looked 
like I had, she said to take the "protection" off so she 
could take it to the laudromat in the campground and wash 
it. I can't remember if I wet the diaper every night that 
week.

Later in the week I was told that I was going to get to 
sleep in the Cabin that my Grandparents were renting, 
they had arranged for a cot in the cabin and were 
allowing one Grandkid per night to sleep with them. For 
some reason my sister and I were told to take a bath 
together at the cabin and to get into our PJ's. My seven 
year old reasoning had figured that since I was going to 
sleep inside I wouldn't have to wear a diaper. Imagine my 
surprise when I picked up my pajamas without thinking and 
the diaper dropped to the floor. I quickly picked it up 
and folded it back in. I gave a puzzled look at my mom 
and she just nodded with the knowing look if yes, you 
have to wear the "protection.

As our bath neared the end my sister offered that I could 
get out first and get ready. I knew she just wanted to 
see me in the diaper since mom and dad always had me get 
ready or get up from bed with no one else in the tent. I 
told her that she had to get out first since she was 
younger. Surprisingly she did. After she had gotten out I 
was fooling around in the bath hoping my parents would 
leave and I wouldn't have to wear the diaper. My dad 
knocked on the door and said I had to be out and dressed 
in two minutes because we had to read our Bible verses 
before they went back to the campground. I quickly got 
out of the tub and dried. This time I remember how good 
the diaper felt against my skin after the warm bath. I 
seemed to be having a hard time getting it on, my penis 
had extended itself much farther than usual, something 
that I had no idea of why it was happening, I just knew 
it felt good!

After I got the diaper and PJ's on it finally dawned on 
me that for the first time I would have to go out in 
front of my family and grandparents while being obviously 
diapered. Even though this was an all-in-one diaper it 
must have been made thick for bedwetters, there was no 
denying the bulges in the front and back of my PJ's. I 
came out of the bathroom and moved quickly to a spot on 
the floor. Nobody said anything, I figured that my 
parents had clued in the grandparents and threatened my 
brother and sister. I do know that I wet the diaper that 
night but don't recall any other events relating to the 
diaper.

After the vacation my mom put the diaper in the bottom of 
my underwear drawer, probably as a veiled threat that if 
the bedwetting didn't stop I would be wearing it again. 
Unfortunately I was never made to wear it again, even 
when we would go camping. A couple of years later it 
disappeared out of my drawer probably because my mom was 
giving up on ever controlling my bedwetting.