In my neighborhood, where I still am, right across the street is a 
house that used to be a daycare. When my family and I first moved here 
they were already here. I first moved here when I was two. When I was 
about five my parents started taking weekend road trips or vacations to 
various places in Canada, Cancun, or wherever, so they’d need a 
babysitter obviously, so they just sent me over to my neighbor’s house 
which also has 3 boys. At the time it was only one who was 2 years 
younger so he was still in diapers. He wore diapers (probably wears 
still?) every time I was there. So whenever I was being babysat at this 
house the daycare was going on and there were all kinds of kids and all 
kinds of ages of course. But the rule was if they had wet themselves, 
daytime or nighttime they had to wear a diaper the whole time they were 
at daycare, and of course I had wet my bed one night that week and my 
mom just happened to tell the lady there. So I was sent off across the 
street and my parents went on their way.

Pampers was the only kind of diaper she had there for her son, me and 
the rest of the daycare and nursery. There was a large changing station 
in the corner but the room (which was more the basement of the house, 
but a very well finished and obviously well made for a nursery/daycare) 
where every moment someone was getting a diaper change.

Kids ages went from 2 yrs old to 14 years old, weird enough, most of 
them had to wear diapers, too. They were small enough for the Pampers, 
too, so they got changed on the changing table with every one else, 
too.

at the time I was 5. I’d walk in and the first thing she’d do was grab 
me and tell me I needed my diaper and by the way only the 11+-year-olds 
could wear PANTS for goodness sakes. She wanted to be able to check the 
diaper easily, I guess. So all I was allowed to wear was my diaper and 
a t-shirt. I would walk in and the first thing she did was grab me, put 
me up on the changing table and put me in a diaper. At that age I still 
remember knowing it was fun. I got use to wearing diapers eventually so 
my parents made me stay at the daycare for more than just their trips. 
Right after school I’d go and play with all the other kids in just our 
diapers. It was great.

My parents caught on to the fact that I ended up needing diapers and 
asked the babysitter what they should do. She told them to go buy 
Pampers all the way until I outgrew the wetting.

That didn’t happen until 3 years ago when I was 15. I was still in 
Pampers getting changed by my mom. The doctor said it was a bladder-
infection, but it was never properly diagnosed. I think my mom just 
liked putting me in diapers all the time and wanted to keep me a baby 
or whatever, but I liked it.