LilDMan's Story
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I can remember being interested in diapers as far back as 
the age of five. I was sitting on the toilet and looking 
into the bathroom closet directly across from me when I saw 
some of my youngest brothers now unused diapers and a pair 
of his old plastic pants. I had been a chronic bed-wetter 
as long as I can remember. It was just my life I thought at 
that age. Out of the four boys in my family I was the one 
who woke-up wet every morning. This particular day, I 
decided to do something about it. I knew I couldn't just 
stop it like my parents kept encouraging me to do. I had 
gone to bed with too many headaches from "thinking hard; I 
will not wet the bed, I will not wet the bed." But that 
never worked. This time I would use something more 
practical. If diapers could keep everything around a baby 
dry, why couldn't they keep my bed dry. So I sneaked them 
under my shirt, into my bed room and under my pillow with 
my pajamas. That day at nap time, I couldn't wait any 
longer, when my mother told me to get ready for my nap, I 
went into my bed room, took off my pants and slip the 
plastic pants over my underwear.(I didn't know how to pin a 
diaper on me yet.) All went well and I soon fell asleep. 
The next thing I knew, my mother was shaking me to wake me 
and then she reached for the blanket. Just then, I 
remembered I had on my brother's plastic pants, so I tugged 
on the blanket to keep it on. This made my mother 
suspicious so she yanked the blanket off me and saw the 
plastic pants. I thought she would be mad, but instead she 
asked me if I wanted to wear at night when they would help 
me more. [even though I wet the bed at night, I never wet 
the bed during my naps. Go figure!] I said sure! so she 
told me it would be hers and my secret. This went on for 
about a week until my mother was hosting her social club's 
meeting, my brothers and I was told to stay in our rooms 
that night and not to bother my mother. We was wrestling 
around on the beds when my older brother saw my plastic 
pants. Like all 6 yr. olds. with a secret, the first words 
out of his mouth was I'm telling mom! I tried to tell him 
that mom already knew but he was already in the living room 
where my mother's meeting was going on yelling mom, 
Darryl's wearing diapers! for all the other ladies to hear. 
Some of them were my friend's mothers. I was so 
embarrassed. Well, one of the ladies there, was my mother's 
best friend, and she was also a registered nurse. She told 
my mother that putting me back in diapers wasn't such a 
good idea because it might cause me to regress. I still 
haven't forgiven her for that. So the next night the 
diapers were put away, but I never forgot how they felt, or 
how much better I felt every morning I didn't have to crawl 
out of a soaked bed. Through the years, I tried using every 
scrap piece of material I could find to make a diaper out 
of. I just couldn't find any plastic pants. There was no 
such thing as disposable diapers back then. When I turned 
10, I got a paper route. The newspaper office was in an 
alley next to the Five & Dime store. They're gone now, but 
these were stores like our modern day dollar stores, where 
most of the stuff in there cost either a nickel, or a dime. 
Anyway, They carried Super size plastic pants that fit me. 
They cost 55�. So I saved up my money from my paydays, and 
I bought me two packs of diapers, and two pairs of Super 
size plastic pants. I took a short cut through a wooded lot 
on my way home every day so I built a lean-to and hid my 
diapers there. From then on I was load myself up with pop 
during my paper route and then stop off at the lean-to on 
the way home and pin on my diapers and wet them. Then I 
would wear them home under my jeans and to bed that night. 
I would wash them in the bath tub the next morning when I 
took my daily bath. This went on until I finally stopped 
wetting the bed some where between my fourteenth, and 
fifteenth birthdays. 

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!