Name: Dave

	Although I was potty trained at a normal age of 3, I continued to 
wet the bed every night, without exception. I first remember this 
around age 4, when I wore Pull-Ups to bed every night. My parents put 
them on me, but thankfully, not in front of my sister, who is 2 years 
older than me. Around age 6, the Pull-Ups became too small, and my 
parents switched to using GoodNites. They still diapered me every 
night, until I stopped wetting the bed entirely, at age 9. I vaguely 
remember putting diapers on during the day, under my clothes, 
throughout much of this time. However, I did not use these diapers. I 
also didn't realize that I liked the feeling of being diapered, it was 
just something I did. If I had realized that, I might have continued 
having "accidents" in bed, even past when I truly was a bedwetter. In 
the summer of 1998, I got a bad case of Lyme Disease. I was sick for 
almost three weeks. About a week after the disease went away, I started 
wetting the bed occasionally. About once a week, maybe twice at most. 
My mom put a plastic cover on my bed. I pretended I hadn't noticed, but 
the feeling of the plastic cover under my sheets brought me back to the 
years I spent wearing diapers every night.
	The wetting got worse. Two or three times a week. About a month 
after it started, my mom bought diapers. She kept them hidden somewhere 
in our house, though; I had no idea that she had gotten diapers. This 
was in the middle of August. One morning when I woke up with a wet bed, 
both of my parents walked in to my room. My dad stripped all of my 
clothes off of me, and held me down. My mom started hitting my butt 
with a ping-pong paddle. She kept hitting me over and over again, until 
she was too tired to hit me again. You can't even imagine how much this 
hurt. But this wasn't the bad part. My mom put me in Attends Youth 
diapers. She told me not to take them off, or else she'd spank me 
again. She kept me in diapers al day and all night. About two days 
after this started, I took off my diaper during the day. She wasn't 
bluffing about the spanking. It was the same as the first one. Then she 
put me back in my messy diaper, and didn't change me for the rest of 
the day. My sister found out about this about a week after I started 
being diapered. But the worst part was that school was starting three 
weeks after this all started. I was starting Junior High (7th grade), 
and was horrified that she might send me to school in diapers. Luckily, 
she did not. However, she did warn me that if I ever did something that 
angered her, she would send me to school wearing diapers. Still, at 
home, I was kept in diapers.
	This continued until Thanksgiving week, when the first quarter of 
the year ended. My report card was generally good, all A's and B's, 
except a C in English. This angered my mom, and she told me that after 
Thanksgiving, I would be wearing diapers to school.

To be continued