Name: L D Email: [email protected] Ages: Adult Current Age: 21 When I was 7 years old I would have accidents because of my disability. My parents thought that I was 7 and I should learn to control my body. I tried the best I could but there was no way I could control it 100% of the time. It was during Bible School I had another one of my accidents. This was the last straw for my mother. She said to me, "You are acting like a baby by peeing in your pants, so I guess you need to be treated like a baby and put back into diapers." At the time she was saying this I was not too happy. I knew a child my age didn't wear diapers unless they wet the bed, and I have never done that in my life. So I was protesting the best I could. There was no winning once my mother had set her mind to something. I still to this day remember what the diaper looked like. It was a blue diaper that had sesame street characters on it. It was early in the morning when my mother put me in the diaper so I was to stay in it all day long. My mother dropped me over at my aunt's house, who was my baby sitter at the time. As my mother was leaving I saw here talking to my aunt. I thought she was telling her I was wearing a diaper, but I found out many years later that my aunt knew nothing about me and my diaper. When I was at my aunt's house there happened to be a friend from school there as well. I was freaking out because I didn't want her to know I was wearing a diaper because I was afraid she would tease me and tell all her friends so then my life at school the next fall I would be known as "the diaper boy". I don't think she ever noticed, at least if she did she never said anything. After I left my aunt's house I went to Bible School. The evening was going along great. I was happy that I was still dry, and I thought I could get through the evening without the wetness of a diaper. I was wrong. It was nearing the end of the evening when I felt the pee start to flow. I was freaking out, but then I remembered that I was wearing a diaper so I didn't need to worry. It didn't seem like any of my friends noticed so I was even happier about that. The evening came to an end. My father came to get me. As he was helping me in the car he felt my butt and asked if I was wet. I told him I was. He then asked if I was to change out of the wet diaper when we got home. Here is the funny thing; my mother never said that I had to stay in the diaper or that I had to change when I got home. She had not left clear directions with my father. So here was my chance to get out of the wet diaper and into some fry underwear. The next words that came out of my mouth not only shocked my father, but they shocked me as well. I told him that my mother had said I was to stay in the wet diaper overnight as a punishment. So here I am going to bed in nothing but a wet diaper. While I am in bed I feel the diaper between my legs. For some reason I like the feeling of a diaper between my legs. I started to rub down by my private area, and since I was not yet near puberty nothing happened. In the morning my mother made me go in the bathroom and take off my wet diaper. She said nothing to my father about me sleeping in it overnight. She must have thought he made me sleep in it for punishment. Little to their knowledge it was my idea. That was the last time I ever wore a diaper with my parents knowing. There were still diapers in the house from when I was in the hospital. A few years down the road I felt the urge to wear diapers. Sometimes in the summer when my parents were gone I would go into the bathroom pull out the diapers. I would then pull down my underwear and place a diaper inside them and pull them both up. Sometimes I would crawl around the bathroom (that was how I got around the house because I can't walk) and pretend that I was a baby. There would be times I would sit on the floor and masturbate in the diaper, and then place it back were I found it. I wouldn't tape the diaper for fear of my parents knowing what I was doing. A year after I started doing this they disappeared because one day I went into the bathroom and they were gone. I didn't get to get back into diapers until I went off to college. In fact I don't wear diapers exactly I wear Goodnites because I can't tape the diapers myself, and the Goodnites still make me feel young. Even now I don't wear them all the time for fear that someone might find out; even through some of my friends here at school know I use them for medical reasons. They will never know the true reason.