I got toilet trained at the age of 3 years, 5 months. But it never felt 
right without diapers on. So when I was 3 and 4, I started peeing and 
pooping my pants on purpose. Until right after my 5th birthday, my mom 
decided she'd had it. So she said, "I'm putting you in a diaper."

"No, Mom, I don't wanna, I'm a big boy!" I lied.

"No, you're not. You keep on wetting and messing your pants like a baby 
boy. I need to put a diaper on you." She got a Pampers diaper, size 5 
and put it on me. I smiled, because actually, this felt good.

Then I entered grade school, and I had to wear diapers to school. I 
moved on to Pampers Size 6. Sometimes I'd wet or mess my diapers (or 
both) without even knowing. To find out, I'd go to the bathroom at 
lunchtime and enter one of the stalls. If I was wet or messy, I'd wait 
until the hallways cleared out to put on a clean diaper. If I wasn't, 
I'd keep the diaper on and quickly exit the stall. I always put a few 
extra Pampers in my backpack just in case.

I entered middle school this year. One moment I'll never forget is when 
I was in the locker room changing. I was with some of my friends. Just 
then, I took of my pants revealing my full diaper. They all started 
laughing at me and the diaper, but I also managed to crack a smile. 
Then, suddenly, I started peeing my diaper. I saw the front of my 
diaper slightly rise and bulge, and I also felt a warm spot near the 
"Stay-Dry Liner." This made the guys laugh even harder. Then I stopped 
peeing and started pooping. It covered nearly the whole entire diaper. 
My friends were cracking up. So they decided to change me and I said, 
"OK." My diaper was sagging out because it was so wet and messy. They 
started changing me and just then one of the gym teachers came in and 
he started laughing because I looked so funny in diapers.

Recently, I realized that I've gotten total urinary and bowel 
incontinence. This means that I can't control when I expel urine or 
poop from my body and that I'm not toilet trained. However, I've 
learned to deal with my incontinence. This also means that I'll be in 
diapers, probably for the rest of my life. Which is good, because I can 
continue to carry on true diaper boy spirit.