Name: Jim
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 5, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

	I am the middle child of two brothers and two sisters. My 
experience with diapers (after age 4) began when I was 5 years old. I 
was in Kindergarten at the time. I was a chronic bedwetter. I was also 
a very deep sleeper. Needless to say I was wet night after night.
	My dad was not a morning person (come to think of it he wasn't 
much of an afternoon or evening person either). This particular morning 
I woke up wet as usual. I removed the wet clothes and then took a bath. 
When I was done with the bath I began looking for clothes. I found 
underwear but nothing else. So what do you suppose a five year old does 
in this situation? Of course, start hollering for mommy. I walked 
downstairs looking for her. I found grumpy dad in the kitchen having 
his morning smoke and caffeine. He asked what I wanted mom for. I told 
him I couldn't find any clothes.
	He said "you are really a baby. You piss the bed at night, can't 
find your own clothes, and walk the house yelling for your mommy. You 
are nothing but a big baby." Well that didn't set too well for a five 
year old. So I stuck out my chest and said strongly, "I am not a baby, 
you are !!". That was one of those comments you wish you could grab mid 
air and stick it back into you mouth before getting to the other 
person. No such luck this time. Dad didn't like my rebuttal at all. I 
felt his response physically and emotionally.
	When he was done he told the baby to go to his room and wait for 
his mommy to dress the baby properly. So I went to my room sobbing 
heavily. While waiting I found some clothes (dirty) and started putting 
them on. In walked mom. She asked what I was doing and them told me to 
take my clothes off. I did (except my underwear). She said underwear 
too. So off came the underwear. I felt so shamed. She then told me to 
climb up onto the bed. And she diapered me and dressed my in my pants 
and shirt for the day. She told me to come home for lunch.
	I went to school and feared lunchtime. Lunchtime came anyway. I 
went home and found mom in the kitchen preparing lunch for my younger 
sister and brother who were at the table waiting for their lunch. My 
mom asked if I was wet, I said no. She asked if I was still wearing the 
diaper. I said no. She asked me to drop my pants so she could be sure. 
I did and my brother and sister howled. This made my humiliation worse. 
Mom asked if I had to go pee and I said yes. she removed the diaper and 
I did my business. When I returned the diaper was put back on. I had 
lunch and went back to school. The day was uneventful. I hated going 
back home.
	Once at home the house was in a state of confusion. My mom was 
cookie chairman for my older sister's girl scout troop. For a little 
while I wasn't reminded of my diapers. Eventually, mom started 
preparing dinner and I was pre-occupied with some game. My dad got home 
from work and went into the kitchen. He called me in and asked how the 
baby was doing. I said ok. He said babies don't need to wear pants 
because they are were ok showing the world they were a baby. I was then 
told to remove my shirt, pants, shoes, and socks. There I stood in my 
undershirt and diapers. My dad said that was better. Now I looked just 
like the baby I was.
	Dinner time came and another surprise greeted me. My brother 
usually ate in the high chair. My dad stated that only babies ate in a 
high chair so that is where I would have my dinner. I was put in the 
high chair and a bib was put on. Then my dad said that babies don't eat 
big boy's food, they eat baby food. My mom place a bowl of pabulum and 
a bottle of milk on the tray. I cried as I started to eat. Much to the 
amusement of all present.
	I went to bed in my diapers and woke the next morning with a wet 
bed and diaper. This incident was the last until we moved. But this 
experience created a craving for diapers. So I looked and looked for 
the diapers and did not find them till after we had moved.
	Well I will write again with another chapter in the adventures of 
Baby Jim.

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What diapers do you wear? Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
Are your diapers plain white? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Do you wear multiple diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
How do you use your diapers? Pee Poop
Who else in your family has read this story? Mother Father Older Brother Younger Brother Older Sister Younger Sister
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