Name: Ryan
Ages: 13
Current Age: 31---- At the age of 13 I thought I was quite the dare-devil, riding my new BMX bike around the woods behind our house. Of course, I got what I had coming to and had a big wreck one day in May of 1989. I managed to break both of my arms pretty badly. I guess today people have surgery to fix broken bones but back then the only thing they could do was put both my arms in full-length casts for several months. I was pretty laid up and stuck at home. My mom and dad had to help me do everything including go to the bathroom which I really hated, especially when my dad had to help me. It also sucked because after the first week or so, the pain went away and I started to get cabin fever. My friends came over to visit for an hour or two at a time, but they never stuck around. Most were hanging out at the mall or riding around town. My parents were being very protective and wouldn't let me leave the house for anything. My dad and I got into a big argument about it one night and he finally used my inability to go to the bathroom as the main reason I wasn't allowed out with my friends. I was exasperated, and so I blurted out, "well, I could wear diapers, couldn't I?". My dad laughed and I thought it was the end of it until the next day when I was sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling that my dad threw a big package of adult diapers into my lap from the hallway. He was like, "Here are your diapers if you want to go out so bad," and I felt really embarrassed. But the next day I was desperate and so I asked my mom if they were serious about the diaper thing and letting me go out. She sighed and said that she guessed I couldn't stay at home all summer and that it wasn't a bad idea, so she agreed to diaper me and let me hang out with my friends that afternoon. It was really weird laying there naked and having my mom put the diaper on. I could tell she wasn't thrilled about it either and the first try was kind of uncomfortable. She got me a pair of shorts that weren't too tight and I called my friend and we got a ride with his mom to the mall. I ended up not peeing in that diaper, and I was so glad to be out of the house that I barely noticed it as time went on. Only when I got home and my mom asked if I was wet did I remember. I used diapers a lot that summer until the casts were finally made smaller and I could move my elbows. I probably went through two bags of them, and I ended up peeing in a bunch of them. I didn't poop though, luckily. All in all, it wasn't too bad.