Name: DiaperDon
Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 18+, Adult
Current Age: 36

As a boy, I was a bedwetter for several years. I was daytime trained 
fairly young, but had many accidents until I was about 5.

At night, I would wear thick cloth training pants, and plastic pants to 
try and keep the bed dry. I also had a plastic sheet on the bed. Some 
nights the training and plastic pants would hold it all, but many 
nights it didn’t. I would usually put on the diaper pants just before 
bed, but sometimes changed and then ran around in nothing but the 
diaper pants for a while. I often wore the wet diapers around the house 
in the mornings until I had to get cleaned up and changed to go 
somewhere. There are lots of pictures of me in just my diaper pants on 
occasions like Christmas, etc. When I started going to school, I had to 
get up early enough to take a bath every morning so I wouldn't stink at 
school. This continued until I was about 11 years old.

Sometimes, when we went on trips or camping, my Mom would buy 
disposable diapers for me. I didn't like the idea at first, but then I 
discovered that I liked the way they felt on me. Mom used to put them 
on me (often with the whole family around), but then I learned to do it 
myself. As I got older it got harder to find disposables that would 
still fit me.

I remember not wanting to have sleepovers, because I didn't want my 
friends or relatives to know that I wore diapers to bed.

I remember once when I was 7 or 8 that I had to stay with my Aunt, 
Uncle, and Cousins one night and my parents were away. Both my male 
cousins in the house were also bedwetters. One of them is my age, and 
the other is about 2 years younger. My aunt made me wear the same as 
them: two pairs of thick cloth training pants and two pairs of plastic 
pants. I felt silly wearing such a thick diaper, since I normally 
didn't wear them that thick, but at least I didn't get the bed wet that 
night. I also thought it was gross wearing my cousins diapers (as 
though mine were any cleaner). When I woke the next morning, my diapers 
were wet and my cousins were both wet and messy.

There were many other occasions when the family slept over at 
relatives’ houses. I don't remember any specific occasions when my 
other cousins saw my diapers, but I'm sure many of them did see and 
knew about them.

My sister and brothers never made a big deal of my diapers. I guess 
they just got used to it. Even my brother who is six years younger than 
me was "trained" before I was. There was one time when my sister's 
friend found out about my diapers (probably saw them when she was 
sleeping over). She told her little brother who was just older than me. 
He loved to tease me about my diapers, and especially in front of other 
people (like at school on the playground).

When I was 10 or 11 my parents took me to a urologist, trying to find 
out why I was still wetting the bed and leaving yellow spots in my 
daytime underwear. I suppose they were partially motivated by the fact 
that I was getting older and wouldn't be able to explain my diapers 
and/or yellow pants at scout camp, in the school gym, or with friends. 
The urologist did a bunch of tests (involving x-rays, catheters, and 
peeing in cups) and discovered that I had a slight deformity in the end 
of my urethra (which explained my inability to keep the daytime 
underwear without yellow spots). He also recommended and did a surgery 
to stretch my bladder. That didn't solve anything. He then arranged for 
an alarm that would go off in the night when my underwear got wet. I 
had to wear the alarm portion on my wrist (like a watch), and there 
were wires that went from there to sensors in my pants. When the 
moisture connected the 2 sensors the alarm would sound. Then I would 
have to get up, go upstairs and pee, cleanup, change to dry pants, and 
start all over again. I didn't much like being disturbed in the night, 
and would often just remove the sensors to turn off the noise and go 
back to sleep. My parents were not pleased with that, and made me sleep 
on the floor upstairs (close to their room and the bathroom). Then they 
would hear the alarm and make sure that I got up and did the whole 
routine, (or spank me if I didn't want to). That continued for a month 
or two until I was trained to get up without the alarm.

I didn't wear diapers again for many years, although I still had 
occasional accidents (both wet and messy).

Years later, a friend who I often go camping with suggested that adult 
diapers might be a good way to avoid getting out of the warm sleeping 
bag in the cold night. I was intrigued by the idea. I don't know if he 
has ever tried it, but I did. I found that I like diapers. I like the 
way the comfy fit, the feel of the plastic outer layer, the feeling 
when I pee myself, and the feel of wearing a wet diaper. I almost 
always wear diapers when I go camping now, as well as wearing often at 
work or around the house.

My wife discovered my diapers a couple months ago. She asked me why I 
had bought them, but then supplied her own answer when she thought 
about my frequent bathroom problems. She has still never seen me wear 
the diapers, and I haven't dared ask her to change me, but someday 
maybe she will.

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As a child I was a bedwetter, and wore training pants and plastic pants 
to bed until I was about 11 years old. (See my previous post for full 
details).

I discovered diapers again as an adult about 4 years ago. I have worn 
disposables on several occasions since, for as much as a week, but 
never gone to all-the-time wearing.

Recently I decided I wanted to try cloth diapers. After much internet 
surfing, I decided what I wanted to buy, and how I could do it. My boss 
is out of town for a month, so I will be receiving all the mail at the 
office. I could have diapers shipped there, and nobody will ever know. 
If I pay by Paypal, my wife won't even notice the credit card charge.

When I was ready to place the order, I discovered that the website I 
wanted to order from had their warehouse based in town about 5 miles 
from my home. Instead of having them shipped, I could just go pick them 
up.

I drove to the address listed on the site, and found the company, but 
it looked like it was just offices. They didn't have a storefront where 
I could just go in and buy.

I called on Wednesday afternoon, and placed an order to be picked up 
the following day. I ordered an adult sized prefold diaper, adult sized 
plastic pants, and some diaper pins. I went by the bank and got some 
cash to pay for the diapers, so my wife would not see a check or charge 
written to the company she didn't know. When I went in to pick up the 
diapers, they had the box ready for me, with a packing slip inside. 
They invited me in to the desk so they could print up an invoice and do 
the money. A few minutes later I was in the car on the way to work with 
a box of diaper supplies on the seat next to me. I was so excited, I 
could hardly wait to try out my new diaper.

When I got to the office, I left the box in the car while I went 
upstairs. I didn't want to walk into the office carrying a box of 
diaper supplies if my boss was there. (Having done a pickup rather than 
shipping, I got them the week before he left town). He wasn't there, so 
I went back to the car and retrieved my stuff. I took it straight to 
the backroom where I closed myself in the handicapped stall to change.

Normally when I change my disposable diapers, I don't have to take my 
pants all the way off, because I can just pull the diaper between my 
legs. However, I bought pull-on style plastic pants, so had to remove 
my pants to put them on. I took off my pants and my 'big-boy' 
underwear, and hung them on the hook on the back of the stall door.

Then I pulled out my new cloth diaper and the diaper pins. I opened the 
pins and set them aside ready for use. I opened up the diaper, and 
looked it over before putting it on. It looks just like the cloth 
diapers I remember putting on my little brother when he was a baby, 
except that it is much larger. I stood by the wall, and put the diaper 
behind me. Then I could lean against the wall and not have to hold up 
the back of the diaper. I pulled the diaper up between my legs, and 
fastened it around me with the diaper pins. It felt great. I hadn't 
worn any kind of cloth diaper in 25 years, and it had been over 30 
years since I wore a cloth diaper with pins (as opposed to a pull-on 
style). I rubbed around the diaper, and twisted and looked around to 
fully enjoy and check-out this new diaper.

Then I opened up my new plastic pants. They look just like the Gerber 
plastic pants I remember wearing with my nighttime diapers as a kid. 
What a rush it was to be pulling up my new plastic pants just like I 
used to do. They fit great, and bulged in all the right places like I 
remember, and like I have seen so many babies. The feel of the plastic 
was great, and I rubbed it, and looked at it for a while enjoying the 
experience.

The next thing was to see if I could pull my pants over the new diaper, 
and not have an obvious bulge under my pants. It wouldn't do to get 
caught at the office wearing a diaper. I left my big-boy underwear 
hanging on the hook, and got my pants. I put my feet in my pants, and 
pulled them up. It was a tighter fit than I am used to, but I had 
purposely worn pants that were a little roomy. The fit fine over the 
diaper, and I pulled them the rest of the way up, tucked in my 
undershirt, and fastened my pants. I had worn a longer style shirt so 
that I could pull it down over any bulges, so that it would be less 
detectable that I was wearing a diaper.

I then gathered up my big-boy underwear, the packaging from my new 
diaper supplies, and any other evidence from the bathroom stall, and 
headed back to the office, where I put all of these things into a 
drawer and sat down at the desk to start work.

For the next several hours, I enjoyed the new bulge between my legs, 
and the feel of the plastic. Whenever I put my hand in my pocket, or 
rub across my pants, I can feel the slippery plastic underneath. I 
spent much of that day with a 'stiffie' in my diaper. When I wet, the 
diaper soaked it all up, and I didn't even feel wet. Usually in a 
disposable, I could feel the wetness, but these cloth diapers didn't 
feel wet.

After several hours, I went into the bathroom to check my diaper. I 
pulled down my pants, and then the plastic pants. By this time the 
diaper had 2-3 bladders full of pee in them. I looked down at the 
exposed diaper, and couldn't see that it was wet. I rubbed my hand 
across the front and could feel the moisture, but it wasn't soaked. I 
pulled the plastic pants back up, and headed back to the office. I wore 
my new diaper for about 8 hours that first day.

When I was leaving the office, I went back into the bathroom. After 
taking a look at the diaper and plastic pants in the mirror, I went 
into the stall and removed the diaper. It still was not visibly wet or 
yellow, but I could feel the weight of the liquid it was holding, and I 
could smell the urine. I put my wet diaper back into the plastic Ziploc 
bag it had come in. I rinsed the plastic pants. Then I took it all back 
out to the car. I put the box in the trunk, and opened up the plastic 
pants over the top of the box so they could dry. After my wife went to 
bed, I went back to the car and retrieved my new diaper. I put it in 
the wash along with some other laundry we had around the house. I 
stayed up while the diaper washed and dried, so that I could remove it 
from the batch before my wife or kids discovered it. I put it back in 
the trunk.

Friday I repeated much of the same routine with my new diaper. When I 
was putting it on, I managed to poke my finger with the pins, and now 
there is a small blood-stain on one corner of the diaper. I will 
probably be able to tell forever which end was the front that day. This 
time I wore it for over 11 hours. By the time I took it off, it was 
very wet, and about 2/3 of it was showing yellow where It had soaked up 
my pee. I again put it all in the trunk like I had the night before. I 
didn't do any more laundry that night, so I just left my diaper sealed 
in the bag in the trunk. By Saturday night, my car was starting to 
smell like urine. I did another batch of laundry after my wife was in 
bed, and hid the diaper in my gym bag. I snuck it back out to the car 
Sunday night when I went out to change the sprinkler on the lawn.

Now I am at the office again wearing my diaper for the 3rd work-day in 
a row. I love the feel of my new diaper, and plan to buy more as soon 
as I can. The new plastic pants have been great too. Even though I know 
the diaper is wet, I have had no leakage or spotting on my pants. I 
think tomorrow I will wear the plastic pants with a disposable diaper. 
The disposables are cheap, and leak, but these new plastic pants should 
eliminate that problem.