Name: John
Ages: 5 - 17

I started wetting the bed every night at age 5. My mother use to put 
towels under the sheets every night to help soak up the pee. After 
about a month of this you could tell mother was getting pretty 
frustrated. We lived in a neighborhood with many 1, 2, and 3 year olds 
running around in cloth diapers and plastic pants. I had been playing 
outside after dinner and came in for the night into our kitchen. 
Sitting at the kitchen table was my mother and one our neighbors named 
Betty smoking a cigarette and talking. On the kitchen table were a 
stack of cloth diapers, pins, plastic pants and baby powder. I got a 
huge lump in my throat and asked, "who are those for? "Betty looked at 
me and said, "you, of course. Your mother says you wet the bed every 
night and I told her I could keep your bed dry."

My mother reached over and began to unbutton my pants and pull them 
down. Betty was folding 2 cloth diapers and laying them on the kitchen 
floor. She sprinkled baby powder all over the diapers and then turned 
to me and grabbed my underwear and pulled them off. She sprinkled baby 
powder on my butt and made sit on the diapers. She then sprinkled baby 
powder all over my penis. She picked up the diaper pins and put them 
into her mouth. She pinned each side tightly and pulled me up off the 
floor. Next came the worst part. She reached behind her and shook out a 
pair of pastel blue plastic pants. She opened them up and made me step 
into them. I can still feel them as she pulled them up over my knees 
and over my double diapers. I looked down at them and they had tiny 
little air holes at the top of the sides. I can still see them as plain 
as day. Betty made sure the leg band s were not twisted and the plastic 
pants were covering my diapers. She patted me on the butt. My mother 
and Betty took me back to my bedroom and put me in bed. Betty looked at 
my Mother and said, "if he really soaks a lot, you might want to fold a 
third diaper and use it as an insert." Then they left.

After a couple of nights my mother came home one afternoon with 
packages of cloth diapers, pins, Woolworth's pat-a-cake super large 
plastic pants, diaper pail, baby powder and diaper rash cream. My 
mother diapered me, put a tee shirt on me and handed all the diapers, 
pins and plastic pants she borrowed from Betty. She made me take those 
back to Betty wearing no pants. I knocked at their door and Betty made 
me come inside. She said, "I know you are embarrassed but you will 
thank me someday.". She snapped the waist band of my plastic pants and 
laughed. She had a 3 year old in diapers so we became friends and I 
stayed overnight many times at their house. I wore diapers and plastic 
pants every night until I was 17. My mother hung my diapers and plastic 
pants on the clothes line like all the other neighbors who had toddlers 
in diapers. It was very humiliating. I ran into Betty many years later 
and she whispered softly to me, "still wearing diapers to bed, John?" 
and then she winked.