Name: Dan Ages: 5, 6 Current Age: 16 I was potty trained late because my father left when I was little and my mother thought I should feel safe - I was due to go to school that September and by June was still in nappies all the time, so my Mother hurriedly trained me, even though she preferred me in nappies. So I went to school in September with only the occasional wetting or soiling. However, I realised I didn't like being a big boy, and my baby sister had just been born in late July, so I was jealous of her getting nappy changes all the time and me being expected to use the toilet. So quite often at home I would deliberately wee or poo my pants just so I could spend the rest of the day in a nappy (my mother didn't seem to mind). The first time I found I liked doing this was during a Saturday afternoon when I was having a sit down with my mother, and I farted, realising that I needed a poo and a wee. 'Woopsy' said my mother. When I did it again, she asked 'shall I take you to the toilet?' 'No' I said, then I slowly pooed in to my pants. My mother said 'I think we'd better go to the toilet because you really smell. You need to do a poo' Then I said 'I've already done one' and shuffled a bit, making an unmistakable squishing sound. My mother quickly lifted my tee shirt up and pulled out my trousers to look in to my underwear, then went 'oh dear'. I then thought I should pretend it was an accident and made myself cry. 'I've pooed myself' I whimpered, then I let my wee flood out all over the sofa. 'Oh no, quick!' said my mother and carried me to the toilet, pulled down my underwear, and said 'finish off that wee then' but I had already finished. She sighed, and then said 'right. Lie down then.' So I lay on the floor and she took out my night time nappies (I still wet at night) and cleaned me up and put me in to one. From then on, I had a lot of 'accidents' and wore nappies quite a lot at home. One day I thought: 'I want to be in nappies all the time' I liked how it felt, and liked being changed and babied. So I started to have 'accidents' at school too. One day we were sitting listening to a story, and I needed a wee. I thought 'this is it' and just went. At first no one noticed, then the kids behind me started yelling 'Miss Sweeney - Daniels doing a wee!' I turned on the tears again, and Miss Sweeney hurried over and took me to the toilet. 'Oh dear, Daniel' she said and then they called my mother. She showed up to the school with my diaper bag and said 'I think he'd better stay in them for a while, he's been having quite a few accidents. I just think he's a late learner.' So I stayed in disposable attends with plastic pants, because I kept weeing through to my trousers, until I was about twelve, and then after that, I still wet and pooed myself sometimes, but just wore nappies around the house. Now I do have okay control of my bladder and bowels, but I prefer to wear nappies at home and to bed. I just like the way they feel.