Name: Ryan
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 8

This isn't exactly a memory, see, I was writing a story for the site. 
I'm a closet TB and I don't think my family knows anything of it, well, 
except maybe now. This is the first thing I've actually had the courage 
to write.

I was in the process of writing a large story, partly fictitious and 
partly my original memory. One night I woke up and saw my mom taking 
the notebook I was writing it in. I woke the next morning in a panic 
and turned my room upside down looking for that notebook, to no avail. 
I have yet to see it again. another rattling thought. my mom keeps 
dropping hints about "her baby boy" well scary stuff out of the way.

When I was 6 my brother was 2, I had always been small for my age, I 
weighed all of 35 or 40 pounds then. well out of curiosity I had been 
sneaking my brother's diapers. I had been caught on a number of 
occasions but my mother brushed it aside as a regressive stage that she 
thought would pass. It hasn't passed yet. Anyway, on one occasion I had 
taken a diaper and worn it around the house in my sweatpants. I'm sure 
somebody noticed the noise I made, I got a few weird looks. but nobody 
said anything. On another occasion I remember actually using one. I 
peed in it and my mom opened the door as I was doing it. She reddened 
my bum for that one. It was 13 years ago and I still remember it 
clearly.

A couple of years ago, I was a freshman in high school; I'm a senior 
now. I snuck in to the life skills room, where the wheelchair bound 
kids have home room. I wasn't looking for anything in particular but it 
was after a Saturday morning wrestling meet and my ride hadn't come 
yet. I was looking around and I spotted a package of Depend youth 
absorbent undergarments. actual diapers with 3 tapes that would fit me, 
so I took about half of the package and hid them in my closet at home. 
I also took a full container of baby powder that was there. I used them 
for about a week, and then the inevitable happened. My mom walked in 
while I was laying on the floor diapering myself. She hit the roof. 
when I didn't tell her where I got them. She went out and bought a 
package herself and made me wear them for a week. Luckily it was over 
Christmas vacation. She made sure I used them, too. I'm still 
embarrassed by it but on the inside I've never felt better.