Name: Ryan
Ages: 13
Current Age: 31
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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.