childhood diaper stories

[Albertapampers]

I suppose that this happened during the evening, but why would she be diapered with a comment like "if you have a wet bum come and see me"? I assume that it was after she was diapered, do you remember hearing any reason for why she was diapered? Did she have an accident? Did she need a diaper change?

She was diapered for bed from what I remember. There was diapers in the garbage too what she wore.

 

[Palle]

She was diapered for bed from what I remember. There was diapers in the garbage too what she wore.

So she wore a diaper in the evening and went potty in it before bed?
Funny thing to do if she was potty trained during the day...

 

[James1234]

I have alot of stories happened during my childhood being a BW till the mid teens

A few times we went shopping and I was in my pajamas already and diapered, I was embarrassed but I like it after all, this was going on until let say I was 6 or so

When I was 8 or so I tried every night to poop into my pull up in order to sleep in it, and it's work just one time and it's was amazing to sleep in this age with a poo poo in my pull up, in the morning I took it off in the bathroom and cleaned myself up, and thankfully no one noticed it even my mom

 

[BuddyBoy]

Wow you went to a camp with a bedwetter cabin. Did anyone manage to stay dry.

I'm from the UK so 'camp' isn't really a thing here. I remember going away with school when I was 9. I still wet the bed so my mum had packed drynites which I planned to hide under my pyjamas. Unfortunately only I wore pyjamas and all the other boys slept in just their pants. I remember waking up on the first day and I smelt wee immediately and knew that I'd wet the bed. The other boys were already up and could immediately tell it was me and started laughing as I had waddled to the bathroom to change with my nappy visibly bulging such as the extent of the wetting.

The camp I went to took place one week before the regular campers arrived and again for one week at the end of the regular season. That way we bedwetters were protected from the harassment of the boys. Very quickly we got used to running around in just our diapers; it was very nice.

 

[Lilschoolfox]

Cute bing alowed to be urslef

 

[PCS]

The camp I went to took place one week before the regular campers arrived and again for one week at the end of the regular season. That way we bedwetters were protected from the harassment of the boys. Very quickly we got used to running around in just our diapers; it was very nice.

Sounds idyllic! I’d have loved that!

 

[MaximusWolfheart]

I was potty trained and out of diapers around 4.5 to 5 yrs old, but every now and again, I'd still have pooping accidents. Around age 08, after many spankings and enemas, I too was put back into Goodnites as well for pooping. I hated it at first, cause I was getting a spanking after having the diaper put on me. I remember it too well. I begged to be spanked with my diaper on, but she then slid it down and pulled me back over her knee and spanked me with the belt. This was at 8 years old.

So this is where the magic began for me. I was in the diaper all night and woke up the next morning to seeing it messy. So I was changed and in them for about a month, which was around how many were in a pack back then, for one a night.

Around 10 years old, we moved and my cousin moved in with us. I had started wetting the bed. I was sat down on the couch and asked if I wanted to be put back in diapers. Instead of fighting it and pleading not to be put back in diapers, I said yes, so we went to store and I was once again back in diapers. This time though, it was Goodnites for the day time and Huggies for the night, cause I was still occassionally having pooping accidents at 10.

After that, I was in and out of diapers my entire life, and now, when I'm not working, I'm in diapers almost 24/7 now.

 

[iampadded]

Wow you went to a camp with a bedwetter cabin. Did anyone manage to stay dry.

I'm from the UK so 'camp' isn't really a thing here. I remember going away with school when I was 9. I still wet the bed so my mum had packed drynites which I planned to hide under my pyjamas. Unfortunately only I wore pyjamas and all the other boys slept in just their pants. I remember waking up on the first day and I smelt wee immediately and knew that I'd wet the bed. The other boys were already up and could immediately tell it was me and started laughing as I had waddled to the bathroom to change with my nappy visibly bulging such as the extent of the wetting.

I also attended a camp about the age of 8 to 14 and was introduced to the “bedwetter cabin”. Apparently, if your mom checked the bed wetting box on your camp forms, particularly if you were a younger camper, you invariably ended up in a cabin with other kids with the same issue. I was in a cabin with 11 other kids, and we all wore dispose diapers under our PJs. It actually wasn’t that bad other than the fact that the other kids kind of knew about it. The nice thing was it was not unusual where There would be a mattress airing out from some other cabin, where a kid whose mother didn’t check the box ended up with a peed bed. Poor kid suffered from more embarrassment than we did.

 

[hersen]

I had plenty of diaper related memories and since 2021 I tried to gather all my stories in a document.
I focused really hard to remember the scenarios and often times I could fact check with my mum or with some old pictures or videos.
I came to the conclusion that since I liked diapers from the beginning it was not that surprisingly that I had so many encounters with the padded kind.
I gathered many stories, a couple of the big stories I told already in other topics, which I link here.
But I would like to summarize a few short ones here
The original document in my mother tongue is already about 65,000 words long, so I tried to cut it short here with the translation, but I ended up with almost 6000 words, have fun reading.


I started with potty training as a 2-year-old, but my mum told me I didn’t like the potty and I demanded my diapers back.
As I approached 2,5 years of age, I started to become dry for the daytime but then I got ill for 2 weeks, and my mother decided to put me back in diapers.
After the illness we had a vacation with the whole family of my mother’s side.
My mother and her dad drove with me after 3 days delays (because of my illness) to the camping spot.
At that point I protested to be diapered at daytime, but somehow every night I loved to wear my Pampers.
But I told her I don’t want to wear a diaper during the long drive.
She was not convinced but gave it a try.
After a few kilometers and my already third toilet break, she decided to put me back in Pampers.
She told me I protested really hard and she was stressed and a little bit angry because her dad nagged her also.
So she yelled at me and forced me into my Pampers on the backseat of our car.
I was shocked and obeyed, I have some glimpse remains of a memory where she yelled at me.
“No the Pampers stays on, I’ve had enough with you!!” It echoed in my ears, and I saw her strict index finger pointing up.
She told the story at some family events, because the pointe was that as soon as we were at the camping spot, I got out of the car and tear my Pampers off me and walked bottom naked to the rest of our family.

Not long ago she commented jokingly about these two events:
“You wanted to potty train at the wrong time, so I really had to pin you back in diapers again.”
Which - summed up - was truly the case.

After that vacation I was dry at daytime but had my nighttime diapers at least 5 more months.
After I had some dry nights, she tried to let me sleep without a diaper, but I protested every time.
Then she just wouldn’t diaper me anymore and told me I am a big boy now.
I didn’t wanted that if it means I lost my nighttime diaper.
At that stage I often asked my mother to diaper me again, but only 1-2 times she did after I asked.
This was after a busy day and I were really whiney, I asked her again and got rejected the hundredth time, so I started crying.
To comfort me she did the full diaper change routine again, I loved it and as she tucked me in bed she said:
“Only as an exception you are once again my little baby tonight.”

I had nighttime diapers till I was 3 years old and between 3-5 I occasionally had a diaper if I was bed ridden of a sickness or some other events, which I will tell further down.
I had my pacifiers till I was 4 as I began kindergarten.
But my bottles – my mother told me - I had occasionally till I was 5 and always loved them.

Before I went to kindergarten, I were at a daycare for 2-3 days a week.
It was an older woman who babysat like 4-6 kids at her flat.
I remember vaguely that I had an accident and she diapered me but had no change of clothes for me.
So I walked in just a Pampers and t-shirt till my shorts were dry again.
The next day I asked her to diaper me again, but she told me they were only for accidents.
Someday a kid was diapered again and other kids teased it for being a diaper baby.
She ruled a new policy, anyone who mocked the child would get diapered too.
Now everyone was quiet and I saw my chance and laughed out loud on purpose.
She turned around and said: “Ok we have the first one who gets a diaper!”
As she saw me, she said my name and apparently remembered my diaper request a couple of days ago.
“Hersen, I’m not surprised its you…” Which was embarrassing for me, but the other kids didn’t have a clue.
She pinned me in a diaper and the rest of the day I played with the other diapered child, the other kids won’t bother us because they feared the same treatment.

I’m sure my mother was noticed about that, because she told me that I should not make fun of other kids, which weren’t my intentions, but I couldn’t say that.
That I had been diapered wasn’t a problem, because at that time my mother would diaper me regularly after we went swimming or for long car trips till I was 3,5 or something.
I have barely any memories of it and even seemed to forgot about it as I was 4 years old.
But she told me that at some point.

After that I had a memory which stuck very long with me, and it was one of the first situation where I wanted to get diapered, but I couldn’t out of shame.
I was 4 at the time and we were by my grandparents and had planned to drive a longer trip to a bicycle shop.
My grandparents and I waited in the entrance area of their house and my mum was upstairs on the toilet.
As she walked down the stairs she said to me: “Have you been to the loo?”
I replied with a “Yes” and she followed unexpected with: “Should I put a diaper on you for the long car ride?”
I could never have seen this question coming and was hit off guard.
I though of it and on the one hand I really had loved to wear a diaper and getting changed by my mother again but on the other hand I had to confess this in front of my grandparents.
As I struggled to form an answer my grandmother said:
“He's already a big boy and doesn't need them anymore or does he?”
At the end she looked at me with a questioning but also demanding expression.
So I said a little shy and uncertain: “…no…”
My mother elaborated: “Really? It would be no problem…”
I believed her but shook my head and my grandmother said: “The ride isn’t that long, he can do it.”
That was the end of the discussion and we walked to the car.

Right there I felt like I had chosen the wrong option.
And on the whole car ride I thought about how cool it would be to sit in my child seat with a big crinkly Pampers now.
I often dreamed about that I said yes and hated me sometimes for not doing so.
That gnawed at me for years and years.

As I went to the kindergarten, I was between 4-7 years old.
In that time I had many diaper related situations.
I found two good friends quite fast, and we played always together.
Often times when we played outside on the playground and had to go to the toilet we would snuck in a hidden space between a fence and a shed and peed through the fence.
We did it mostly because we were lazy.

One time I really had to go and almost didn’t make it in time.
I said: “I almost peed my pants!” To crack a joke.
My friend let’s call him Daniel jokingly told me: “Then you had to wear the overall.”
This was a change of clothes the kindergarten had in case someone had an accident.
Rumors spread fast and everyone knew that this particular overall meant you peed your pants.
I replied with: “But with the overall I couldn’t even pee through the fence.”
And got the answer: “You wouldn't need that either, because you would wear a diaper.”
As he dropped that knowledge the other friend lets call him Tom and I were fascinated and we asked him, where he knew that from.
He evaded the question and we didn’t press him.
But at the next fence peeing I asked both of them: “Do you know how a diaper feels like?”
I really forgot that feeling at the time and I was really curios about it.
Daniel said out of nowhere: “It feels comfy and soft…”
I was hooked and asked him: “…And if used?” Tom and I giggled about the thought of it.
He danced around the that question but admitted: “…then it feels slippery and mushy.”
For me that sounded very interesting, Tom asked something too and I sensed he had some interest in that topic too.

Then I had a stomach virus and the first symptoms showed at the kindergarten.
One of the woman responsible for my group tried to run with me to the toilet.
But I puked and soiled myself right before the potty.
So she carried me to a changing room where she undressed and cleaned me.
Then she lifted me on a changing table and diapered me I was shivering from the exhausting act of puking.
So I cried and she tried to be as fast as she could and of course I had to wear the embarrassing overall.
I remember arguing with her if I really had to wear the overall, but there was no escape.
Even worst, the diaper I was put into was a pink girl Pampers.
(If I remember the pattern correctly it was Pampers for girls from 1993)
Also the overall had flowers stitched on it, which felt even more girly and embarrassing.

She walked with me on her arms past our group room and my friends were staring at me from the door.
I was so tired of the illness that I didn’t say or even waved back at them.
We waited for my mum and I was so ashamed to be in a diaper and dressed in girls stuff.
My mum picked me up as soon as she could.
At home my old diapers came in handy as I was diapered by my mum.
Because I could not leave the bed and everything came out of both ends.
At this point I had no pacifiers anymore but as I was bed ridden and weepy, my mum gave me my beloved baby bottle with camomile tea.
(Typical 90s baby bottle from Nuk, with a latex teat)
So I had a full baby treatment for a couple of days and after a week I got back in kindergarten.
My friends asked me about the overall and if the rumors were true.
Unfortunately I had to admit that they were in fact true and I was diapered before I wore the overall.
Which led to some giggling and making fun of me, but they were also kind of curious.

After a couple of months I had another diarrhea accident in the night and soiled my bed.
I blamed an audio play for it, which I heard to fall asleep.
In the play a character had eaten something wrong and also had diarrhea.
So I told my mum the audio play cursed me, because a curse of a pyramid was another topic of the play.
She had to laugh a little for my creative excuse that I shat the bed, but ensured me it had nothing to do with the audio play.
Because she feared I had another stomach bug, she diapered me precautionary.
First I protested but she coaxed me somehow and made the whole process fun, but I can’t remember fully.
And it was only one night, because I had no problems after that.

Tom and I met often outside the kindergarten as well and had already some sleepovers together.
We planned a sleepover with all three of us.
And some day Daniels mother called my mother.
As she spoke with her on the telephone, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
I didn’t know why she did this, when she phoned with Toms mum she wouldn’t do that.
I was really curious and excited if that sleepover would take place or not, so I waited outside the door.
Of course I tried to listen through the door but I couldn’t make sense of it.
After, what felt like an eternity, she came out of the room and told me the sleepover would take place at Daniels house, I was really happy about it.
At the sleepover we played a lot and had fun, Tom was there but he wouldn’t stay the night and got picked up by his mother.
As bedtime approaches only Daniel and I was there and his mother would prepare a spare bed for me.

She told me to go to the bath and brush my teeth as well to go on the toilet.
I felt disappointed, because with Tom I did that together and we goofed around whilst tooth brushing.
So I rushed to the bath to get this done quickly, as I came back at first I didn’t saw Daniel or his mother and I was confused.
I went to his bedroom and saw his mother in the corner of the room.
I approached her, as she noticed me she asked me surprised:
“Oh you were a little too quick, could you please wait outside for a moment?”
I didn’t listen and tried to look past her, but she was blocking my sight.
I searched Daniel and I thought I saw him on the table, but I didn’t know why he sat there.
She told me again, now a little more stern: “Hey, could you wait outside!!”
I don’t know why but I was paralyzed, so much thoughts went through my mind.
Suddenly she handed me something and I came back to senses.
“Take this and wait at the door.” She said and I grabbed after the white thing she was holding at me.
Now I saw that it was a diaper, at that moment I must had a really surprised face with big eyes.
I was like electrocuted and walked fast outside right near the door.
Everything made sense now and I realized that Daniel was put in a diaper on that table.
My heart raced like crazy after that enlightenment and even more thoughts rushed through my mind.
I inspected the diaper in my hand and saw that this was a blueish Pampers, but different from mine.
(I believe it was a Pampers from 1994, all plastic with big teddys separated by stars or other shapes)

Suddenly Daniel sprinted out of the room and to the bathroom.
As he walked by I heard the crinkling of his diaper and he told me quickly:
“You should go to my mom!”
Which I did, I felt like I was in trouble for some reason.
As I walked in the room I handed out the diaper to her, I thought she wanted it back.
She just said: “You can hold that a little longer…”
As she lifted me on the same table, which had a plastic changing pad I couldn’t see earlier.
I felt the smooth plastic as she sat me down and I supported myself with my hands on it.
The feeling of the cold plastic on my hands really made me curious.
She pointed at the Pampers in my hand and said:
“I would put that diaper on you for the night. Your mother told me that wouldn’t be a problem for you?”
She kinda asked but at the same time already took the diaper and unfolded it in front of me.
I was beyond perplexed by the whole situation and just asked in disbelief: “My mum told you that?”
“Yes, she told me it would be no problem and it’s your first time sleeping here…”
I couldn’t believe it but it really didn’t even felt like I had a choice to begin with.
As she laid me on my back and proceeded the diapering she told me:
“…so maybe it’s better to be safe with a diaper for the night, since you had an accident not long ago!”
I was really embarrassed that she knew about my accident but now I believed her that my mum talked with her about that.
The Pampers had a tight fit and I immediately loved the feeling of the slippery baby oil she used.
In combination with the soft and crinkly underwear it felt heavenly.
To my surprise she pulled my underpants back up and over the diaper and not only my PJ Pants.
She lifted me back to the ground and I saw her folding the table back up the wall.
Now I knew why I never saw that changing table prior in his room.

Shortly after we needed to go to sleep and Daniel tried to obey and to fall asleep fast.
Which I thought was unamusing and tried to talk with him about secrets and stuff.
He had a reserved reaction, Tom and I always told secrets and goofed around way past the bedtime.
But I tried to lure him and started with the talk about secrets.
I told him quickly: “My secret is… That I like diapers…” in hopes he would admit the same.
He giggled about it and I laughed with him to hide my nervousness.
“…me too…” He said silently which relieved me.
I asked him if he wore diapers every night and he said “Yes” but nothing more.
Now I ran out of questions so there was a little pause, than I asked him what he likes in particular of them.
After seconds of silence he responded with the same words from the prior talk at the fence, that he loved the wet, mushy feeling when the diaper is soaked.
Now I was even more interested how a wet diaper would feel like, because as I wore cause of my sickness I couldn’t remember if I used the diapers, but in hindsight I think not really.

We felt asleep and the next morning he woke up and immediately went to the bathroom.
I was alone and felt the need for the toilet as well, then an intrusive thought ignited.
“Should I use the diaper?” I questioned myself.
The pressure was strong, and I needed to stand up, but the second I decided to let the flood gates open, the whole dam broke loose and I couldn’t stop it anymore.
I stood frozen in his room and was wetting my nighttime diaper uncontrollably.
After I emptied everything I quickly laid back in my bed, shorty after that his mother came into the room.
Daniel was showering and she wanted to undo my diaper.
That possibility I hadn’t in mind and I panicked a bit.
Slowly I stood up as his mother let the changing table down from the wall.
She picked me up and undressed my pj now she noticed.
“Oh you wet yourself… Good thing I put a diaper on you.” She acknowledged and praised her thinking ahead.

As she cleaned me with wipes, she noticed that my underpants were wet too.
“Your underpants are wet have you any spare ones?” She asked me and I told her maybe in my backpack.
She searched the whole thing, while I laid on the smooth plastic changing pad.
“I don’t find an extra pair… Hmm…” She thought for a solution.
As she came back she picked up another Pampers from the stash and told me:
“I guess I have to put you in another Pampers?”
I liked that pretty much and just nodded to give her permission.
She diapered me fast and after that we had breakfast and played a little more till my mum came to pick me up.
Daniel heard me crinkling around and asked if I had still my nighttime Pampers on, which I let him believe.
He was envy and told me wanted to be padded too.
As my mum was there, she got briefed and Daniels mother told her about my “accident” and everything.
She handed me my wet underpants in a plastic bag, I wanted to give it to my mum, but she told me disappointed:
“You can carry your messy underwear yourself.”
I think at that point Daniel figured it out what I did, but we never spoke about it.

At home she announced the news to my dad with the introduction:
“Our little Baby is back home and guess what happened…”
So I heard my whole story another time and both of them were kind of disappointed in me.
But I had still the Pampers on, till she bathed me later and removed the diaper.
I never slept at Daniel again and from later talks with my mum I extracted that Daniels mother asked her if it was ok to diaper me, so that Daniel wasn’t embarrassed.

After that there was a week were both Tom and Daniel were sick and not in the kindergarten.
So I played with some girls who always wanted to play House.
Guess who always got the role of the baby, sometimes they even pretended to diaper me with a doll diaper.
As I was alone I used the secret pee spot more often and one time a carer saw that and followed me.
I proceeded to pee and she interrupted me with: “Hey, you can’t just pee there, get out of there!”
She said it loud and it startled me pretty bad, I twitched and tried to stop and get my jeans closed.
As I walked out of the hidden spot many children watched me as I got pulled inside the building by her.
Of course it had to be my groups carer, a young dark haired woman, she also looked last time after me as I had the virus.
“Why do you pee through the fence?” She asked me.
“The toilets are so far away…” I told her as an excuse.
“Could you not hold it long enough?” She responded.
And I just nodded to get out of trouble.
“Ok, then let’s get you dry clothes.” She told me and I didn’t know what she meant.
As I looked down, I saw the huge wet spot on my blue jeans and got panic.

She grabbed my arm and walked in the same changing room I knew before.
I got cleaned and put back in another diaper, this time it was a different brand and not a girl one.
(I think it was a brand popular in Germany at the 90s, Fixies)
As I walked outside diapered with the overall all the kids pointed at me and mobbed me for peeing my pants.
Even the girls I played House with mocked me.
As my mum picked me up my carer told her everything and I got lectured at the car ride home.
“Why do you pee outside are you an animal?” and
“Should I put you back in diapers? I can drive to the supermarket and buy plenty of them and you have to wear every single one of them!”
That was the first time she threatened me with diapers and it worked I was so ashamed that I listened to her and showed good behavior as much as I could.

After that I had some dreams about diapers and pacifiers, in my dream I found them at some places in our home.
Every time I dreamed of a place, I searched it the next day, 99% I found nothing.
But the one time I found an old pacifier of mine in an older toybox of mine.
I hid the dummy under my bed and used it secretly at night.
But after a couple times I felt asleep with the pacifier still in my mouth and my mother caught me the next morning.
Again I was ridiculed and the pacifier thrown away, which made me very sad.
The next day I asked as sweetly as I could to get the pacifier back, but I got rejected with:
“You are not a baby anymore… Only babies use pacifier! Are you a baby? Because then you need to wear diapers too!”
I was intimidated about that and surely listened and obeyed her and never asked for a dummy again.

One night I could not sleep and was adventurous, so I got up from my top bunk bed and searched my dresser, because maybe I would find another pacifier.
My Pampers pack was still on top of the dresser and I searched some of the drawers.
I found baby oil, powder and some towels, but then I felt something plasticky/rubbery and got curious.
It was in the top drawer so I could not see, I fished it out and saw a yellow plastic pants.
(My mother told me she tried cloth diapers one time as I had an diaper rash but was not convinced)
I didn’t know what that was, but I needed to try it on, so I wore it over my pjs.
The plastic texture was beautiful and reminded me at my Pampers.
Now I took one of the Pampers from the package to compare the two.
Suddenly I heard the door of my parents room and freaked out.
I threw the diaper on my top bed and laid me quickly down in my bottom bed.
My mum came into my room and I pretended to sleep, she looked in my top bed and then saw me in my bottom bed but didn’t wake me up.

As she left the room, I undressed the plastic pants an put it back in the drawer.
Then I got back up in the top bed and saw the diaper lying in the middle of the bed.
I hid it under my pillow and loved the smell it emitted.
The next morning my mother wondered why I was back in the top bed and started to search for something.
I looked at her and she told me:
“Where do you have the diaper? In the night there was a Pampers lying here…”
I got the deer in the headlight look as she found it under my pillow.
“You and diapers… If I find them one more time, I really put you back in them!” She told me off and stuffed the Pampers back in the package.

We had a cleaning lady, which always cleaned up my room really neat and placed all my stuffed animals and toys.
One time I came home from kindergarten and my whole room smelled like baby diapers.
I saw that the lady had removed all my diapers from the package and stacked them up on my dresser.
At least 20 of them were now on my dresser and emitted their nice smell.
My mother wondered why she did that and commented:
“Maybe she thought you still need them. But now your whole room smells.”
Which I liked very much, but my friends shamed me for this, and my mother supported them:
“His rooms smells like a nursery for babies, right?” Which they nodded and laughed about.
I didn’t reply and just took the shameful words.
My mum said defeated: “But he wants it that way…”
Then me and my friends played something, and the topic was left alone.

I had a 20-year-old nanny at the time I was 5-9 she picked me up from kindergarten and later from elementary school.
As the Pampers were stacked loosely on the dresser, she picked one and inspected it.
She asked me: “Do you still need diapers at night?” Which I denied but I got a red face.
She teased me a little about it to annoy me which gave me some mixed feelings.
As we played something with my stuffed animals, she stood up and took one of the diapers.
I watched her really careful and thought she would put me now in one but she diapered a big rabbit plushie of mine.
Now I smelled my chance and pleaded her to diaper me, she resisted first and tried to shame me out of it with something like: “Aha! So you need them after all?”
Which I countered with: “No, but just for fun and the play.”
Somehow that convinced her because we played some role-playing with the stuffed animals.
Much to my disappointment she only diapered me over my jeans, which I felt was a waste.
But I made the best out of it, as I crawled and played like a baby for a couple minutes and we laughed about it.
After that she removed the Pampers and folded it back up on the dresser.
She told my mum about it and I guess she told her to not diaper me, because I asked again another time and I got a strict “No!” as an answer.

Now she caught me sometimes staring at diapers or at a diaper change in progress and she tried to correct my behavior.
One time at a playground I was mesmerized by a mother who changed an older child.
At this day she caught me already multiple times.
So she yelled at me for staring and talked in a loud way so that the mother could hear:
“How would you like it to get looked at if you were at his place and get changed?”
She asked me in a stern way.
I played it down and tried to convince her that it isn’t a big deal, after that, she choose confrontation.
“Should I ask the lady if you could be the next?”
Was her strategy to get me to admit that I was wrong.
I stammered, and my arguments couldn’t hold against that.
Meanwhile the mother got the hint and played along as she told my nanny:
“That’s no Problem I can give you a diaper if you need one?”
That enhanced my nanny’s argument and she looked at me with a smirky smile.
“Should I get you one? If it is no big deal?” She gave me
At that point I gave up and apologized for staring and my nanny said sorry to the mother and thanked her for the support I guess.

Shortly after this event I diapered myself for real and got punished for it, I posted it here.

The diaper threats intensified after that and I called my mother’s “bluff” one time as she confronted me with my skidmarks, I posted it here.

And after that my mother wanted to throw my Pampers away, but I pleaded her not to.
After a little discussion she acknowledged that I had an emotional connection with these items.
So we came to an agreement, and she banished them into the lowest drawer of the dresser.
‘Out of sight – out of mind’ Is a saying which definitely was true in that case, because I have no memories to play with them on my own after that.

Shortly after I was in elementary school (7-11 years old) and this transition got me a little stressed.
I had dreams of going to the toilet which led me to wet the bed.
At first it was once a month and after 3 times I had two nights in a row that I wet the bed.
My mother was very sympathetic and knew it had to do with my adjustment to the new school.
But after I peed the bed a second night in a row she was kind of tired to wash sheets in the middle of the night.

As we changed the bed I saw her walking to my dresser and opening the bottom drawer.
She picked one Pampers out of it and said to me:
“Maybe you should wear a diaper for the rest of the night?”
At that point it was at least over 1-2 years that I she punished me with the diapers, but that still stuck in my head and I had no good feelings about it.
That’s why I denied her offer and said: “I stay dry without them…”
“Are you sure? This isn’t a punishment.” She pressed again and I nodded.
“Ok fine… I hope you are right…” She said tired and laid the Pampers on top of my dresser and left the room.
As I was alone, I questioned my decision, and an inner voice scolded me that I didn’t say yes to this opportunity.
But I felt like a big boy now and that’s why I stood to my decision.
I kept the bed dry the rest of the night, but at the next evening my mother asked me again with the same diaper in her hand.
Again I declined and she put the Pampers back in the bottom drawer.
Later I deeply regretted that decision.

Then I did the stupid move with my friend Tom and after we moved homes, the Pampers were gone, I told it in this post.

After that I had no more diapers at home, even if I didn't used them that much, I still missed them badly.
Many nights I wished I had used them more, but now it was too late.
I remember that started me to look and stare at every possibility of a diaper sight.
That could be just diaper packages at stores or homes, diaper bags, changing tables or a mother changing a diaper.
The last one I often saw when we were swimming, we went with the mother of the befriended couple I mentioned in some of my stories, I called her Tanja and her son Tim, I always watched her diaper him after swimming and wished I was lying there.
At the swimming hall was even a changing table at a corner and one time we were sitting right next to it.
I couldn’t get my eyes from it especially as somebody got changed there and my mother noticed and mocked me with: “Do you wish to be the next one on the table?”
If I were true to myself I had answered “YES!” but of course I had just said: “Me??? Noooo…”
“Then why are you staring so much?” She replied and I didn’t have an answer to that, so I just shamed myself.

At that point I craved my soft and special underwear so much, that I stole a Pampers from that couple’s son Tim, I posted here.

After that I had the experience at the supermarket with my mum asking me, I told here.

And finally the vacation story I wrote here.

Then I was already in my teen years, i left a couple of stories out, because otherwise this post wouldn't end
Maybe I append them here or somewhere else.
But summarized I did everything I possibly could to get in situations or get associated with diapers

 

[southeastlittle]

When I was about 7, my parents took me to a friend's house we knew from church who had a boy my age, a girl and a toddler who was still in diapers. I already loved diapers at that age and knowing there were diapers somewhere in their house for the toddler, I peeked in the bathroom closet when I went to go pee and sure enough there were a stack of Pampers (this was about 1995). I grabbed one and tried to put it on but couldn't get the tapes done up right, so I just had it on loosely in my underwear. I went back outside to play (it was winter so my snowpants hid it well) but being excited and naive kid, I wasn't thinking and told the other kids what I did. The other boy my age immediately told on me to his mom for stealing. I ran to the other side of the house in the snow, took it off my and tried to hide it in the snowbank. I went back inside where I was confronted and had to tell them what I did. We were never invited back there again, and even years later when I was in highschool, their daughter and I were interested in each other and started chatting online but her dad eventually blocked me from contacting her. So it was a pretty sweet/sour memory overall and made me realize how even a kid of 7 could be shunned by an entire family for being curious about diapers.

 

[southeastlittle]

Sorry to be a downer...I just felt like getting that off my chest. I still have plenty of happy memories of course but that one just played a big part of my mental and emotional state growing up

 

[bedwetterdavid]

Sorry to be a downer...I just felt like getting that off my chest. I still have plenty of happy memories of course but that one just played a big part of my mental and emotional state growing up

that's brutal. I want to give your 7 year old self a hug. I went through so many similarly shameful and humiliating situations, and it definitely scarred me. I'm 42 and am still finding myself unnaturally driven to succeed so I can "show them all" that I'm worth something. Shame on them for treating a 7 year old like that.

 

[LePew]

But summarized I did everything I possibly could to get in situations or get associated with diapers

Nice collection of memoirs; how do you remember all this stuff in such detail?

 

[southeastlittle]

that's brutal. I want to give your 7 year old self a hug. I went through so many similarly shameful and humiliating situations, and it definitely scarred me. I'm 42 and am still finding myself unnaturally driven to succeed so I can "show them all" that I'm worth something. Shame on them for treating a 7 year old like that.

Thank you, that means a lot. And I'm very sorry you had similar experiences. I hope we can both find ways to get around it one day. My thought has been that if I can find a caregiver and really let myself go with them, maybe that would be like a kind of therapy to heal the wound.

 

[southeastlittle]

I had plenty of diaper related memories and since 2021 I tried to gather all my stories in a document.
I focused really hard to remember the scenarios and often times I could fact check with my mum or with some old pictures or videos.
I came to the conclusion that since I liked diapers from the beginning it was not that surprisingly that I had so many encounters with the padded kind.
I gathered many stories, a couple of the big stories I told already in other topics, which I link here.
But I would like to summarize a few short ones here
The original document in my mother tongue is already about 65,000 words long, so I tried to cut it short here with the translation, but I ended up with almost 6000 words, have fun reading.

Words cannot express how jealous I am of your childhood I think you lived the fantasy that lived in my head at that age

 

[hersen]

Nice collection of memoirs; how do you remember all this stuff in such detail?

I've always had a very good memory, but with this topic in particular, I've thought about it a lot, and it's really burned into my brain over the time.
Of course, some details I got from talks, photos or reconstructed the event with logic.

Words cannot express how jealous I am of your childhood I think you lived the fantasy that lived in my head at that age

In hindsight, I agree with you, but at the time it was mostly shameful or a situation with mixed and tricky feelings which I could not directly categorize and which made me feel insecure about it.
I was in a constant limbo between liking it and hating that I liked it, if that makes any sense
Nowadays, I came to terms with it and the little one in me likes those memories quite a bit.

 

[ryan8710]

I had plenty of diaper related memories and since 2021 I tried to gather all my stories in a document.
I focused really hard to remember the scenarios and often times I could fact check with my mum or with some old pictures or videos.
I came to the conclusion that since I liked diapers from the beginning it was not that surprisingly that I had so many encounters with the padded kind.
I gathered many stories, a couple of the big stories I told already in other topics, which I link here.
But I would like to summarize a few short ones here
The original document in my mother tongue is already about 65,000 words long, so I tried to cut it short here with the translation, but I ended up with almost 6000 words, have fun reading.


I started with potty training as a 2-year-old, but my mum told me I didn’t like the potty and I demanded my diapers back.
As I approached 2,5 years of age, I started to become dry for the daytime but then I got ill for 2 weeks, and my mother decided to put me back in diapers.
After the illness we had a vacation with the whole family of my mother’s side.
My mother and her dad drove with me after 3 days delays (because of my illness) to the camping spot.
At that point I protested to be diapered at daytime, but somehow every night I loved to wear my Pampers.
But I told her I don’t want to wear a diaper during the long drive.
She was not convinced but gave it a try.
After a few kilometers and my already third toilet break, she decided to put me back in Pampers.
She told me I protested really hard and she was stressed and a little bit angry because her dad nagged her also.
So she yelled at me and forced me into my Pampers on the backseat of our car.
I was shocked and obeyed, I have some glimpse remains of a memory where she yelled at me.
“No the Pampers stays on, I’ve had enough with you!!” It echoed in my ears, and I saw her strict index finger pointing up.
She told the story at some family events, because the pointe was that as soon as we were at the camping spot, I got out of the car and tear my Pampers off me and walked bottom naked to the rest of our family.

Not long ago she commented jokingly about these two events:
“You wanted to potty train at the wrong time, so I really had to pin you back in diapers again.”
Which - summed up - was truly the case.

After that vacation I was dry at daytime but had my nighttime diapers at least 5 more months.
After I had some dry nights, she tried to let me sleep without a diaper, but I protested every time.
Then she just wouldn’t diaper me anymore and told me I am a big boy now.
I didn’t wanted that if it means I lost my nighttime diaper.
At that stage I often asked my mother to diaper me again, but only 1-2 times she did after I asked.
This was after a busy day and I were really whiney, I asked her again and got rejected the hundredth time, so I started crying.
To comfort me she did the full diaper change routine again, I loved it and as she tucked me in bed she said:
“Only as an exception you are once again my little baby tonight.”

I had nighttime diapers till I was 3 years old and between 3-5 I occasionally had a diaper if I was bed ridden of a sickness or some other events, which I will tell further down.
I had my pacifiers till I was 4 as I began kindergarten.
But my bottles – my mother told me - I had occasionally till I was 5 and always loved them.

Before I went to kindergarten, I were at a daycare for 2-3 days a week.
It was an older woman who babysat like 4-6 kids at her flat.
I remember vaguely that I had an accident and she diapered me but had no change of clothes for me.
So I walked in just a Pampers and t-shirt till my shorts were dry again.
The next day I asked her to diaper me again, but she told me they were only for accidents.
Someday a kid was diapered again and other kids teased it for being a diaper baby.
She ruled a new policy, anyone who mocked the child would get diapered too.
Now everyone was quiet and I saw my chance and laughed out loud on purpose.
She turned around and said: “Ok we have the first one who gets a diaper!”
As she saw me, she said my name and apparently remembered my diaper request a couple of days ago.
“Hersen, I’m not surprised its you…” Which was embarrassing for me, but the other kids didn’t have a clue.
She pinned me in a diaper and the rest of the day I played with the other diapered child, the other kids won’t bother us because they feared the same treatment.

I’m sure my mother was noticed about that, because she told me that I should not make fun of other kids, which weren’t my intentions, but I couldn’t say that.
That I had been diapered wasn’t a problem, because at that time my mother would diaper me regularly after we went swimming or for long car trips till I was 3,5 or something.
I have barely any memories of it and even seemed to forgot about it as I was 4 years old.
But she told me that at some point.

After that I had a memory which stuck very long with me, and it was one of the first situation where I wanted to get diapered, but I couldn’t out of shame.
I was 4 at the time and we were by my grandparents and had planned to drive a longer trip to a bicycle shop.
My grandparents and I waited in the entrance area of their house and my mum was upstairs on the toilet.
As she walked down the stairs she said to me: “Have you been to the loo?”
I replied with a “Yes” and she followed unexpected with: “Should I put a diaper on you for the long car ride?”
I could never have seen this question coming and was hit off guard.
I though of it and on the one hand I really had loved to wear a diaper and getting changed by my mother again but on the other hand I had to confess this in front of my grandparents.
As I struggled to form an answer my grandmother said:
“He's already a big boy and doesn't need them anymore or does he?”
At the end she looked at me with a questioning but also demanding expression.
So I said a little shy and uncertain: “…no…”
My mother elaborated: “Really? It would be no problem…”
I believed her but shook my head and my grandmother said: “The ride isn’t that long, he can do it.”
That was the end of the discussion and we walked to the car.

Right there I felt like I had chosen the wrong option.
And on the whole car ride I thought about how cool it would be to sit in my child seat with a big crinkly Pampers now.
I often dreamed about that I said yes and hated me sometimes for not doing so.
That gnawed at me for years and years.

As I went to the kindergarten, I was between 4-7 years old.
In that time I had many diaper related situations.
I found two good friends quite fast, and we played always together.
Often times when we played outside on the playground and had to go to the toilet we would snuck in a hidden space between a fence and a shed and peed through the fence.
We did it mostly because we were lazy.

One time I really had to go and almost didn’t make it in time.
I said: “I almost peed my pants!” To crack a joke.
My friend let’s call him Daniel jokingly told me: “Then you had to wear the overall.”
This was a change of clothes the kindergarten had in case someone had an accident.
Rumors spread fast and everyone knew that this particular overall meant you peed your pants.
I replied with: “But with the overall I couldn’t even pee through the fence.”
And got the answer: “You wouldn't need that either, because you would wear a diaper.”
As he dropped that knowledge the other friend lets call him Tom and I were fascinated and we asked him, where he knew that from.
He evaded the question and we didn’t press him.
But at the next fence peeing I asked both of them: “Do you know how a diaper feels like?”
I really forgot that feeling at the time and I was really curios about it.
Daniel said out of nowhere: “It feels comfy and soft…”
I was hooked and asked him: “…And if used?” Tom and I giggled about the thought of it.
He danced around the that question but admitted: “…then it feels slippery and mushy.”
For me that sounded very interesting, Tom asked something too and I sensed he had some interest in that topic too.

Then I had a stomach virus and the first symptoms showed at the kindergarten.
One of the woman responsible for my group tried to run with me to the toilet.
But I puked and soiled myself right before the potty.
So she carried me to a changing room where she undressed and cleaned me.
Then she lifted me on a changing table and diapered me I was shivering from the exhausting act of puking.
So I cried and she tried to be as fast as she could and of course I had to wear the embarrassing overall.
I remember arguing with her if I really had to wear the overall, but there was no escape.
Even worst, the diaper I was put into was a pink girl Pampers.
(If I remember the pattern correctly it was Pampers for girls from 1993)
Also the overall had flowers stitched on it, which felt even more girly and embarrassing.

She walked with me on her arms past our group room and my friends were staring at me from the door.
I was so tired of the illness that I didn’t say or even waved back at them.
We waited for my mum and I was so ashamed to be in a diaper and dressed in girls stuff.
My mum picked me up as soon as she could.
At home my old diapers came in handy as I was diapered by my mum.
Because I could not leave the bed and everything came out of both ends.
At this point I had no pacifiers anymore but as I was bed ridden and weepy, my mum gave me my beloved baby bottle with camomile tea.
(Typical 90s baby bottle from Nuk, with a latex teat)
So I had a full baby treatment for a couple of days and after a week I got back in kindergarten.
My friends asked me about the overall and if the rumors were true.
Unfortunately I had to admit that they were in fact true and I was diapered before I wore the overall.
Which led to some giggling and making fun of me, but they were also kind of curious.

After a couple of months I had another diarrhea accident in the night and soiled my bed.
I blamed an audio play for it, which I heard to fall asleep.
In the play a character had eaten something wrong and also had diarrhea.
So I told my mum the audio play cursed me, because a curse of a pyramid was another topic of the play.
She had to laugh a little for my creative excuse that I shat the bed, but ensured me it had nothing to do with the audio play.
Because she feared I had another stomach bug, she diapered me precautionary.
First I protested but she coaxed me somehow and made the whole process fun, but I can’t remember fully.
And it was only one night, because I had no problems after that.

Tom and I met often outside the kindergarten as well and had already some sleepovers together.
We planned a sleepover with all three of us.
And some day Daniels mother called my mother.
As she spoke with her on the telephone, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
I didn’t know why she did this, when she phoned with Toms mum she wouldn’t do that.
I was really curious and excited if that sleepover would take place or not, so I waited outside the door.
Of course I tried to listen through the door but I couldn’t make sense of it.
After, what felt like an eternity, she came out of the room and told me the sleepover would take place at Daniels house, I was really happy about it.
At the sleepover we played a lot and had fun, Tom was there but he wouldn’t stay the night and got picked up by his mother.
As bedtime approaches only Daniel and I was there and his mother would prepare a spare bed for me.

She told me to go to the bath and brush my teeth as well to go on the toilet.
I felt disappointed, because with Tom I did that together and we goofed around whilst tooth brushing.
So I rushed to the bath to get this done quickly, as I came back at first I didn’t saw Daniel or his mother and I was confused.
I went to his bedroom and saw his mother in the corner of the room.
I approached her, as she noticed me she asked me surprised:
“Oh you were a little too quick, could you please wait outside for a moment?”
I didn’t listen and tried to look past her, but she was blocking my sight.
I searched Daniel and I thought I saw him on the table, but I didn’t know why he sat there.
She told me again, now a little more stern: “Hey, could you wait outside!!”
I don’t know why but I was paralyzed, so much thoughts went through my mind.
Suddenly she handed me something and I came back to senses.
“Take this and wait at the door.” She said and I grabbed after the white thing she was holding at me.
Now I saw that it was a diaper, at that moment I must had a really surprised face with big eyes.
I was like electrocuted and walked fast outside right near the door.
Everything made sense now and I realized that Daniel was put in a diaper on that table.
My heart raced like crazy after that enlightenment and even more thoughts rushed through my mind.
I inspected the diaper in my hand and saw that this was a blueish Pampers, but different from mine.
(I believe it was a Pampers from 1994, all plastic with big teddys separated by stars or other shapes)

Suddenly Daniel sprinted out of the room and to the bathroom.
As he walked by I heard the crinkling of his diaper and he told me quickly:
“You should go to my mom!”
Which I did, I felt like I was in trouble for some reason.
As I walked in the room I handed out the diaper to her, I thought she wanted it back.
She just said: “You can hold that a little longer…”
As she lifted me on the same table, which had a plastic changing pad I couldn’t see earlier.
I felt the smooth plastic as she sat me down and I supported myself with my hands on it.
The feeling of the cold plastic on my hands really made me curious.
She pointed at the Pampers in my hand and said:
“I would put that diaper on you for the night. Your mother told me that wouldn’t be a problem for you?”
She kinda asked but at the same time already took the diaper and unfolded it in front of me.
I was beyond perplexed by the whole situation and just asked in disbelief: “My mum told you that?”
“Yes, she told me it would be no problem and it’s your first time sleeping here…”
I couldn’t believe it but it really didn’t even felt like I had a choice to begin with.
As she laid me on my back and proceeded the diapering she told me:
“…so maybe it’s better to be safe with a diaper for the night, since you had an accident not long ago!”
I was really embarrassed that she knew about my accident but now I believed her that my mum talked with her about that.
The Pampers had a tight fit and I immediately loved the feeling of the slippery baby oil she used.
In combination with the soft and crinkly underwear it felt heavenly.
To my surprise she pulled my underpants back up and over the diaper and not only my PJ Pants.
She lifted me back to the ground and I saw her folding the table back up the wall.
Now I knew why I never saw that changing table prior in his room.

Shortly after we needed to go to sleep and Daniel tried to obey and to fall asleep fast.
Which I thought was unamusing and tried to talk with him about secrets and stuff.
He had a reserved reaction, Tom and I always told secrets and goofed around way past the bedtime.
But I tried to lure him and started with the talk about secrets.
I told him quickly: “My secret is… That I like diapers…” in hopes he would admit the same.
He giggled about it and I laughed with him to hide my nervousness.
“…me too…” He said silently which relieved me.
I asked him if he wore diapers every night and he said “Yes” but nothing more.
Now I ran out of questions so there was a little pause, than I asked him what he likes in particular of them.
After seconds of silence he responded with the same words from the prior talk at the fence, that he loved the wet, mushy feeling when the diaper is soaked.
Now I was even more interested how a wet diaper would feel like, because as I wore cause of my sickness I couldn’t remember if I used the diapers, but in hindsight I think not really.

We felt asleep and the next morning he woke up and immediately went to the bathroom.
I was alone and felt the need for the toilet as well, then an intrusive thought ignited.
“Should I use the diaper?” I questioned myself.
The pressure was strong, and I needed to stand up, but the second I decided to let the flood gates open, the whole dam broke loose and I couldn’t stop it anymore.
I stood frozen in his room and was wetting my nighttime diaper uncontrollably.
After I emptied everything I quickly laid back in my bed, shorty after that his mother came into the room.
Daniel was showering and she wanted to undo my diaper.
That possibility I hadn’t in mind and I panicked a bit.
Slowly I stood up as his mother let the changing table down from the wall.
She picked me up and undressed my pj now she noticed.
“Oh you wet yourself… Good thing I put a diaper on you.” She acknowledged and praised her thinking ahead.

As she cleaned me with wipes, she noticed that my underpants were wet too.
“Your underpants are wet have you any spare ones?” She asked me and I told her maybe in my backpack.
She searched the whole thing, while I laid on the smooth plastic changing pad.
“I don’t find an extra pair… Hmm…” She thought for a solution.
As she came back she picked up another Pampers from the stash and told me:
“I guess I have to put you in another Pampers?”
I liked that pretty much and just nodded to give her permission.
She diapered me fast and after that we had breakfast and played a little more till my mum came to pick me up.
Daniel heard me crinkling around and asked if I had still my nighttime Pampers on, which I let him believe.
He was envy and told me wanted to be padded too.
As my mum was there, she got briefed and Daniels mother told her about my “accident” and everything.
She handed me my wet underpants in a plastic bag, I wanted to give it to my mum, but she told me disappointed:
“You can carry your messy underwear yourself.”
I think at that point Daniel figured it out what I did, but we never spoke about it.

At home she announced the news to my dad with the introduction:
“Our little Baby is back home and guess what happened…”
So I heard my whole story another time and both of them were kind of disappointed in me.
But I had still the Pampers on, till she bathed me later and removed the diaper.
I never slept at Daniel again and from later talks with my mum I extracted that Daniels mother asked her if it was ok to diaper me, so that Daniel wasn’t embarrassed.

After that there was a week were both Tom and Daniel were sick and not in the kindergarten.
So I played with some girls who always wanted to play House.
Guess who always got the role of the baby, sometimes they even pretended to diaper me with a doll diaper.
As I was alone I used the secret pee spot more often and one time a carer saw that and followed me.
I proceeded to pee and she interrupted me with: “Hey, you can’t just pee there, get out of there!”
She said it loud and it startled me pretty bad, I twitched and tried to stop and get my jeans closed.
As I walked out of the hidden spot many children watched me as I got pulled inside the building by her.
Of course it had to be my groups carer, a young dark haired woman, she also looked last time after me as I had the virus.
“Why do you pee through the fence?” She asked me.
“The toilets are so far away…” I told her as an excuse.
“Could you not hold it long enough?” She responded.
And I just nodded to get out of trouble.
“Ok, then let’s get you dry clothes.” She told me and I didn’t know what she meant.
As I looked down, I saw the huge wet spot on my blue jeans and got panic.

She grabbed my arm and walked in the same changing room I knew before.
I got cleaned and put back in another diaper, this time it was a different brand and not a girl one.
(I think it was a brand popular in Germany at the 90s, Fixies)
As I walked outside diapered with the overall all the kids pointed at me and mobbed me for peeing my pants.
Even the girls I played House with mocked me.
As my mum picked me up my carer told her everything and I got lectured at the car ride home.
“Why do you pee outside are you an animal?” and
“Should I put you back in diapers? I can drive to the supermarket and buy plenty of them and you have to wear every single one of them!”
That was the first time she threatened me with diapers and it worked I was so ashamed that I listened to her and showed good behavior as much as I could.

After that I had some dreams about diapers and pacifiers, in my dream I found them at some places in our home.
Every time I dreamed of a place, I searched it the next day, 99% I found nothing.
But the one time I found an old pacifier of mine in an older toybox of mine.
I hid the dummy under my bed and used it secretly at night.
But after a couple times I felt asleep with the pacifier still in my mouth and my mother caught me the next morning.
Again I was ridiculed and the pacifier thrown away, which made me very sad.
The next day I asked as sweetly as I could to get the pacifier back, but I got rejected with:
“You are not a baby anymore… Only babies use pacifier! Are you a baby? Because then you need to wear diapers too!”
I was intimidated about that and surely listened and obeyed her and never asked for a dummy again.

One night I could not sleep and was adventurous, so I got up from my top bunk bed and searched my dresser, because maybe I would find another pacifier.
My Pampers pack was still on top of the dresser and I searched some of the drawers.
I found baby oil, powder and some towels, but then I felt something plasticky/rubbery and got curious.
It was in the top drawer so I could not see, I fished it out and saw a yellow plastic pants.
(My mother told me she tried cloth diapers one time as I had an diaper rash but was not convinced)
I didn’t know what that was, but I needed to try it on, so I wore it over my pjs.
The plastic texture was beautiful and reminded me at my Pampers.
Now I took one of the Pampers from the package to compare the two.
Suddenly I heard the door of my parents room and freaked out.
I threw the diaper on my top bed and laid me quickly down in my bottom bed.
My mum came into my room and I pretended to sleep, she looked in my top bed and then saw me in my bottom bed but didn’t wake me up.

As she left the room, I undressed the plastic pants an put it back in the drawer.
Then I got back up in the top bed and saw the diaper lying in the middle of the bed.
I hid it under my pillow and loved the smell it emitted.
The next morning my mother wondered why I was back in the top bed and started to search for something.
I looked at her and she told me:
“Where do you have the diaper? In the night there was a Pampers lying here…”
I got the deer in the headlight look as she found it under my pillow.
“You and diapers… If I find them one more time, I really put you back in them!” She told me off and stuffed the Pampers back in the package.

We had a cleaning lady, which always cleaned up my room really neat and placed all my stuffed animals and toys.
One time I came home from kindergarten and my whole room smelled like baby diapers.
I saw that the lady had removed all my diapers from the package and stacked them up on my dresser.
At least 20 of them were now on my dresser and emitted their nice smell.
My mother wondered why she did that and commented:
“Maybe she thought you still need them. But now your whole room smells.”
Which I liked very much, but my friends shamed me for this, and my mother supported them:
“His rooms smells like a nursery for babies, right?” Which they nodded and laughed about.
I didn’t reply and just took the shameful words.
My mum said defeated: “But he wants it that way…”
Then me and my friends played something, and the topic was left alone.

I had a 20-year-old nanny at the time I was 5-9 she picked me up from kindergarten and later from elementary school.
As the Pampers were stacked loosely on the dresser, she picked one and inspected it.
She asked me: “Do you still need diapers at night?” Which I denied but I got a red face.
She teased me a little about it to annoy me which gave me some mixed feelings.
As we played something with my stuffed animals, she stood up and took one of the diapers.
I watched her really careful and thought she would put me now in one but she diapered a big rabbit plushie of mine.
Now I smelled my chance and pleaded her to diaper me, she resisted first and tried to shame me out of it with something like: “Aha! So you need them after all?”
Which I countered with: “No, but just for fun and the play.”
Somehow that convinced her because we played some role-playing with the stuffed animals.
Much to my disappointment she only diapered me over my jeans, which I felt was a waste.
But I made the best out of it, as I crawled and played like a baby for a couple minutes and we laughed about it.
After that she removed the Pampers and folded it back up on the dresser.
She told my mum about it and I guess she told her to not diaper me, because I asked again another time and I got a strict “No!” as an answer.

Now she caught me sometimes staring at diapers or at a diaper change in progress and she tried to correct my behavior.
One time at a playground I was mesmerized by a mother who changed an older child.
At this day she caught me already multiple times.
So she yelled at me for staring and talked in a loud way so that the mother could hear:
“How would you like it to get looked at if you were at his place and get changed?”
She asked me in a stern way.
I played it down and tried to convince her that it isn’t a big deal, after that, she choose confrontation.
“Should I ask the lady if you could be the next?”
Was her strategy to get me to admit that I was wrong.
I stammered, and my arguments couldn’t hold against that.
Meanwhile the mother got the hint and played along as she told my nanny:
“That’s no Problem I can give you a diaper if you need one?”
That enhanced my nanny’s argument and she looked at me with a smirky smile.
“Should I get you one? If it is no big deal?” She gave me
At that point I gave up and apologized for staring and my nanny said sorry to the mother and thanked her for the support I guess.

Shortly after this event I diapered myself for real and got punished for it, I posted it here.

The diaper threats intensified after that and I called my mother’s “bluff” one time as she confronted me with my skidmarks, I posted it here.

And after that my mother wanted to throw my Pampers away, but I pleaded her not to.
After a little discussion she acknowledged that I had an emotional connection with these items.
So we came to an agreement, and she banished them into the lowest drawer of the dresser.
‘Out of sight – out of mind’ Is a saying which definitely was true in that case, because I have no memories to play with them on my own after that.

Shortly after I was in elementary school (7-11 years old) and this transition got me a little stressed.
I had dreams of going to the toilet which led me to wet the bed.
At first it was once a month and after 3 times I had two nights in a row that I wet the bed.
My mother was very sympathetic and knew it had to do with my adjustment to the new school.
But after I peed the bed a second night in a row she was kind of tired to wash sheets in the middle of the night.

As we changed the bed I saw her walking to my dresser and opening the bottom drawer.
She picked one Pampers out of it and said to me:
“Maybe you should wear a diaper for the rest of the night?”
At that point it was at least over 1-2 years that I she punished me with the diapers, but that still stuck in my head and I had no good feelings about it.
That’s why I denied her offer and said: “I stay dry without them…”
“Are you sure? This isn’t a punishment.” She pressed again and I nodded.
“Ok fine… I hope you are right…” She said tired and laid the Pampers on top of my dresser and left the room.
As I was alone, I questioned my decision, and an inner voice scolded me that I didn’t say yes to this opportunity.
But I felt like a big boy now and that’s why I stood to my decision.
I kept the bed dry the rest of the night, but at the next evening my mother asked me again with the same diaper in her hand.
Again I declined and she put the Pampers back in the bottom drawer.
Later I deeply regretted that decision.

Then I did the stupid move with my friend Tom and after we moved homes, the Pampers were gone, I told it in this post.

After that I had no more diapers at home, even if I didn't used them that much, I still missed them badly.
Many nights I wished I had used them more, but now it was too late.
I remember that started me to look and stare at every possibility of a diaper sight.
That could be just diaper packages at stores or homes, diaper bags, changing tables or a mother changing a diaper.
The last one I often saw when we were swimming, we went with the mother of the befriended couple I mentioned in some of my stories, I called her Tanja and her son Tim, I always watched her diaper him after swimming and wished I was lying there.
At the swimming hall was even a changing table at a corner and one time we were sitting right next to it.
I couldn’t get my eyes from it especially as somebody got changed there and my mother noticed and mocked me with: “Do you wish to be the next one on the table?”
If I were true to myself I had answered “YES!” but of course I had just said: “Me??? Noooo…”
“Then why are you staring so much?” She replied and I didn’t have an answer to that, so I just shamed myself.

At that point I craved my soft and special underwear so much, that I stole a Pampers from that couple’s son Tim, I posted here.

After that I had the experience at the supermarket with my mum asking me, I told here.

And finally the vacation story I wrote here.

Then I was already in my teen years, i left a couple of stories out, because otherwise this post wouldn't end
Maybe I append them here or somewhere else.
But summarized I did everything I possibly could to get in situations or get associated with diapers

Great stories I really enjoyed the read and had a few laughs

 

[Fixie]

The original document in my mother tongue is already about 65,000 words long, so I tried to cut it short here with the translation, but I ended up with almost 6000 words, have fun reading.

Nice story. Would love to read the long German version. Could you maybe attach it here?

 

[hersen]

Nice story. Would love to read the long German version. Could you maybe attach it here?

I got asked this via PM as well, but I wrote this document only for me and there are some private and really embarrassing stories in it as well
Maybe I edit a public version of it as a PDF, I will let you know

 

[Fixie]

I got asked this via PM as well, but I wrote this document only for me and there are some private and really embarrassing stories in it as well
Maybe I edit a public version of it as a PDF, I will let you know

thanks, that would be cool