Memories of Childhood

Many of us wonder what in the past, I have wondered what factors in our 
lives have brought about the feelings as teens and adults, and are 
desires to wear diapers or be babied or just to wet our pants like a 
little kid.

I am the oldest out of 3, me and my sister were a little over 2.5 years 
apart, while my brother is over 13 years difference, I can remember 
back to a few times I was in diapers and she was already out of them, I 
can remember biting my father when they brought her home, I really do 
not have any idea why, but it did set the tone of how we got along with 
each other.

I can remember a winter back east not long after my sister was born, I 
remember the Jeans that had flannel in them to keep you warm, I 
remember the thick training type pants I had to wear , due to 
accidents, but I do not remember a lot of accidents. One I do remember. 
Would have been early 1951 winter, we were at my grandparents home, I 
left the house to go out side and play n the snow, all the others were 
all busy with my baby sister, and I found my way to the barn on the 
farm they lived in [grand father was a milk man and drove a milk a 
wagon very morning, Taking milk to people and places.]

Some how I had got my self way up on one of the rafters before getting 
scared and I was over the top over the cows and crying and yelling for 
help, but no one came to help me, then Gosh, I had to go, but I was 
afraid to climb down. I�ll try just hold it some more, After a few more 
minutes, my body told me it had to pee, and now

I looked at my crotch trying to figure out what to do. I felt the need 
to go pee and even became more scared I did not want to be a baby and 
did not want to go potty in my pants, I tried and tried not to go, but 
after a while. No matter what I tried it started to leak out into my 
pants but this time it felt different for some reason I knew I was 
going to be in trouble but still could not stop the flow, at first it 
was just a little leak but soon it became a full force flood, as I 
flowed out of my body and in to my underwear and in to the lined jeans 
I was wearing, I really did not want too. It felt so naughty but yet it 
felt good to. The feelings of warm pee as the speed of the wetting 
increased as I relaxed, it felt warm as all the pee was soaking up in 
my training pants. I kept looking between my legs to see if there was a 
wet spot, but there really was nothing showing but it was wet and nice 
and warm I had so many mixed feeling about it I was scared but yet 
excited too .

After awhile they came looking for me and help me down off the rafters 
then my dad pulled my pants down to spank me for leaving the house, 
then he felt the wet pants so I got 2 spanking but I did not care this 
time.

Guess I never had the feeling for diapers many get as I seem to have 
worn them most of my life, do not know why I prefer to wet pants guess 
to me it feels more like a little boy

The next thing I remember would have been near the same time, and I had 
to fly on an air plane from Michigan to Oakland California as that is 
where we were moving, do not remember much about the flight other then 
I had to go potty and no one would take me to the rest room as she 
mother could not leave my sister alone in the seat. She kept telling me 
I had to wait till we got to Oakland it would not be much longer the 
more I tried to wait and hold it the stronger the feeling got then I 
got another feeling, the feeling you get when you need to really go 
poop, I tried to tell my mother but she told me to shut up and be 
quite, and just to sit they I tried really hard to sit there but the 
urge became stronger and stronger, the more I wiggled in my seat the 
more I had to go, after awhile there was nothing I could do as it felt 
like my bottom tore open as the poop slow started to push it ways from 
my inside out in to my pants I tried to stop but there was no way 
slowly I could feel the pressure as it build up under me from going 
poop in my pant as it started to work it way up the back of my bottom I 
lifted up a little and it was like a dam breaking as it rushed out from 
the sides filling my pants around my bottom and my legs. About this 
time my mother realized what I had done or what I was doing and grabbed 
me up and in doing so it was more them my body would take as soon as 
she did that it was like a dam broke inside and I was standing there 
being yelled as with a big wet spot forming on the front on my pants as 
well as the rear soon I had pee all done the inside of my legs and was 
standing in a fast growing puddle on the carpet of the plane. Soon they 
had me in the bath room and undressed and sort of cleaned up then my 
mother brought back one on my sisters diapers and put it on me for the 
rest of the flight, a hour or so later she made me stand up in the isle 
and changed my wet diaper in front of all on the plane. I got to 
California wearing a shirt and diapers.

I remember a few years later waking up one morning and going in to the 
bath room and trying to dress my self by taking off my wet night 
diapers and sticking myself with a pin. My sister was out of diapers by 
then so it was just me, and I was never left to forget that part of it.

I can remember getting on a bus with my sister and mother as she was 
going shopping in Montgomery wards and I want to go to see all the 
toys.

It was a long bus ride with a few bus changes to get from where we 
lived in San Lorazoe to the store, this was back before they had 
elevators where you pushed buttons a person ran it do not know what 
happened but I remember standing in the elevator with very wet pants 
and getting a spanking and be dragged around the store by my ear she 
was yelling at me for being a big baby and how she should have diapered 
me first before we left the house as she was yelling at me it was like 
a dam broke and soon the pee was just pouring out of me in to my pant 
and right down my legs in to my shoes and on to the floor I was made to 
stand there until they could get a person to clean up the puddle I was 
making or had made on the floor, lots of other children�s laughing at 
me and calling me names.

The next thing I remember is being very sick and in the hospital in a 
isolation room dressed in hospital PJ with a thick diaper on waddling 
around my room a few times a shift someone would come in and change me 
when they did meds or I had to go down stairs to that big machine for 
treatments [I had intestinal cancer] I was about 7 then.

A few years later I was around I can remember my sister getting sick 
and having an operations, so she had to go to my aunts house during the 
day, and I was home basic alone except for checking in with the lady 
next door, she had to check before school and after school to make sure 
I was my diapers were dry and place a mark on the chart if dry [never 
got a lot of good marks], one day it was early May I think as baseball 
season had just started and I stayed after school to watch a game and 
my diapers were wet so I took them off the felt bad and cold on my 
skin, and I knew better but I want to be like other kids after about 45 
minutes I started the long walk home but on the way I knew I had to 
hurry or I would not make it home dry. Got part way home about 2 blocks 
from home and had to poop too so I figure if I did a little of that in 
my pants it would relive the pressure and I could make it home without 
wetting pants.

Great idea at the time just did not work out that way as I started to 
push a little I could feel it starting to come out in to my under pants 
it felt warm and really nice but then I started to wet at the same time 
I got it under control so I could sort of walk home I had a small wet 
spot on the front of my pants and a small puffiness in the seat on my 
pants I was walking fun trying not to do anymore in my pants I made it 
to the front door and tried to open it, it was locked and a note saying 
I had to go next door and get key, no way I was going to get away going 
over there with the load in my pants and the wet spot in the front. So 
I decide I would sneak in my window change and go over there after I 
threw it all in the washer.

I went down the side of the house and I could hear the kids next door 
talking and teasing another child about his bed wetting and his pants 
wetting he was younger about 4 or 5 I had seen him around but did not 
know him he was crying from the name calling as I sat on the ground 
hiding so they would not see me when I tried to get into my house, that 
was a mistake it was not long before my body told me it had had enough 
and to go inside or go in my pants it really did not give me much of a 
choice there was no way I could get in the window first, and with them 
teasing him, it felt so naught to be sitting there getting ready going 
all the way in my pants for what he was being teased about, I got on to 
my knees and begin pushing his bottom. I was rewarded with poop filling 
starting to come out and fill my pants. The more I pushed the more poop 
came out. It feels warm and squishy against my bottom. I liked the way 
it felt the feeling and pushes more, as I was filling my pants �Gosh, 
it was a great feeling I was going poop in my pants and I like it, I 
like the feeling of doing it in my pants.

As I empties my bowels my bladder opens up and I just relaxes a little 
more and I was wetting in my freshly pooped underpants, too. The pee 
rushed out strong and steadily.

As I sat on the ground and relaxed and let the feeling rush over me in 
my freshly pissed and messed under pants and school pants. I liked this 
feeling as I rubbed myself thought the pants to feeling of the fullness 
in my pants and the warmth of it. I wonder what it would be like to 
sleep like this some time, and I wonder how I would be able to do it 
again. The little boy being teased ran off and headed home and the 
other boys went back in the house or to find a new target as I slide 
the window open and climbed up inside I left the window open as I head 
for the shower.