The Life and Times of Lonnie

	It was like any other day in our house as far as getting up 
and the usual things happening. I was 6 years old and my mom still 
got me up, and dressed and bathed me, and for some reason up until 
this time I remember sleeping in a crib. After dinner, my Mom 
usually would get me ready for bed give me a bath and put me in my 
PJ's ( You have to remember that even though I wasn't wearing 
diapers at this time I still wasn't dry at night.)
	Anyway, after my bath I usually got to watch TV for about an 
hour and usually was given a snack before bed. When it was bed 
time my mom would take me by the hand, and take me upstairs, but 
this time on this day and I remember it was summertime my mom 
stopped before taking me to my room and tucking me in. She got 
down to where I could see her and said, "Lonnie if the wetting 
doesn't stop mommy is going to put you back in diapers." I'm 
thinking, "sure" and really at that time never gave it much 
thought and really never wanted to wear diapers.
	Well, I was taken to my room, and given my stuffed Mickey 
Mouse and tucked in with a sippy cup on the stand and the 
nightlight left on. My Mom kissed me and turned the light out, and 
left the room.
	My mom has always come into my room and gotten me up and 
taken me downstairs to get me dressed and for breakfast. Before 
she went to get breakfast she checked the front of my pj's and it 
didn't come as any surprise I was wet as usual.
	My mom gave me breakfast and I ate and then she got me 
cleaned up and dressed me in my shortalls. That's how I remember 
it was like summertime. Nothing was said about me being wet and I 
went about and played most of the day with the exception of eating 
and taking a nap.
	Dinner came and went as usual and then it was bath time. I 
got my bath as usual but really didn't pay any attention to what 
was there until my mom dried me off and instead of putting me in 
my PJ's she wrapped me in a towel and took me to my room. She set 
me on her lap and said, "Lonnie we have to talk for a minute." She 
said, "Do you remember what we talked about last night?" and I 
looked at her sort of with a blank look. Then I remembered. She 
said, "I said to you if your wetting doesn't stop, I was going to 
put you back in diapers."
	I said, "But mommy! I'm not a baby!"
	She said, "Lonnie, a lot of boys your age wet and still wear 
diapers to bed." Then she got two diapers and started to fold them 
together. It still wasn't hitting me even standing there naked 
that I was going to be put in diapers again. After she folded the 
diapers she put two pins in her mouth and said for me to lay down, 
I started to cry.
	"But mommy I'm not a baby, I don't wanna wear diapers!" and 
pulled back. Well, mom was trying to be patient but I wasn't 
making it easy. After a few minutes, she said, "Lonnie, I have 
things to do, and don't have all night. She took me by the arm and 
laid me on the diapers and started to put them on me I was crying 
harder and moving around trying not to get them put on me.
	My mom smacked me on the leg, not hard, but enough to let me 
know to stop it. She pinned one side with a blue diaper pin and 
then started to do the other they were white cloth diapers looked 
like the ones I wore not long before that, I was in diapers full-
time till age 5, that's what my mom says, anyway.
	I started to move my leg so the other side couldn't get 
pinned but my mom smacked me on the leg and said, "Lonnie you are 
wearing diapers. Mom can't keep up with all the wash you are 
making for me." Well, I saw it was going to happen anyway and the 
other diaper pin was put in then she shook out a pair of my old 
plastic pants and lifted my legs and slipped one foot in then the 
other and started to move them up my legs when she took me by both 
hands and lifted me into a standing position and pulled them up 
the rest of the way fussing over making sure they were tucked in 
the plastic pants. My mom hugged me and said, "There, that wasn't 
too bad," between my sobs. She put me in my PJ's and sent me 
downstairs to watch TV. I waddled down the stairs and sit down to 
watch some TV. when it was bedtime my mom took me by the hand and 
took me to my room and with my stuffed Mickey Mouse. This time 
Mickey had a diaper on, too, but instead of my sippy cup there was 
a bottle I started crying again, "Mommy I'm not a baby!" But mom 
said, "diapers and bottles go together." She tucked me in tight 
and left the night light on, turned out the light and left the 
room.
	I remember waking up the next morning the sun was shining and 
it took me a minute to realize what happened the night before. I 
remember feeling the plastic pants and the diaper and feeling 
really wet but everything, my PJ's and bed were dry. Even Mickey 
was dry.
	A little while later, my Mom came into my room like she 
always does, and came over. She sat down on my bed, and ask me how 
her boy slept. I smiled at her and said "OK" She then put her 
hands down my PJs and plastic pants. She felt the diaper and said, 
"I see you had a pretty wet night, it's a good thing I put you in 
diapers". Mom got me out of bed and said, "Let's get breakfast, 
and then we will get you changed. I said, "OK Mommy." I remember I 
was really wet, and it felt a little cold.
	Then I had to pee again, so I said, "Mommy, I have to go 
pee." She looked at me for a second, and then smiled and said, 
"Lonnie you have a diaper on, just go in your diaper." I said, " 
But Mommy!" She said, "No buts, go in your diaper."
	Well, I had to stop, and before too long, I couldn't hold it 
any longer, and just started to pee in my diaper. I remember the 
warm feeling and the diaper getting really heavy on me. We went 
downstairs and I sat down like I always did with the wet diapers 
on and waited for Mom to get breakfast ready. I was sitting in the 
kitchen area and ate my breakfast. Then mom took me in the family 
room and started to take my PJ's off, and them made me lie down so 
she could take my plastic pants off and unpin the diapers.
	My mom took some wipes and cleaned me up she commented that 
we can't have diaper rash starting, and I remember it tickled 
some. When that was finished, I remember this instead of getting 
my regular undies I wore the printed kind anyway she got what 
looked like a pair of plastic pants to me but when I got a little 
older I realized they were all-in-one trainers. I said to my Mom, 
"Mommy where is my undies?" She said, "Lonnie, honey, you don't 
wear regular big-boy undies anymore, you are going to wear 
training pants since you wet a little all the time. Mommy thinks 
training pants would be better." I started to cry a little and my 
mom grabbed me and hugged me and said, "Mommy knows this is really 
hard for you, but it will be better for both of us, you'll see." I 
nodded my head and then she started putting my clothes on. I 
remember it was some sort of play outfit had little animals on the 
shorts and the shirt.
	After that, I went and started to play like I usually did and 
before I knew it lunch time was here. I ate something, I think 
like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and milk and a cookie. 
Then mom said it was time for a nap and checked my trainers just 
little damp but ok. Mom took me by the hand to my room and gave me 
a bottle and said, "see you after your nap," and closed the door.
	I fell asleep, and after awhile, I woke up pretty groggy. I 
looked around the room and then felt a little strange. Then it 
dawned on me I was wet again. My mom finally came into my room, 
and after and noticed I wasn't getting up. She knew something was 
fishy, and asks me, "Lonnie is everything OK?" I didn't answer 
her, so after feeling my forehead to see if I had a fever and 
looked around she then realized what it could be so she felt down 
my trainers and then knew what was wrong. She said, "Lonnie honey, 
it's OK. Don't be ashamed, that's why mommy put you in trainers, 
in case you had an accident. It's a good thing I did!"
	She got me up cleaned me up and put a clean pair of trainers 
on me with a t- shirt and just left me like that for the rest of 
the day. That wasn't unusual for me either, because even at age 6 
I was still running around the house in undies and a shirt, but I 
didn't like the idea of being in little kid pants. Mom said to me 
it would be ok. So I went and played until it was time for dinner.

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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
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