My True Story

I distinctly remember being changed on my parents bed for nighttime and having an early disposable put on. They were like cotton wool pads covered in netting, sometimes ready made pads and sometimes in a roll where a length was cut off. They didn't have a plastic backing so were presumably used with plastic pants. I can just remember the pad being brought towards me and then must have drifted off into a heavenly sleep! I remember the pads being put on the 'Raeburn', a kind of solid fuel fire with a glass front in the morning and was surprised because I didn't think wet things would burn.

Surprising also that my mum was using disposables when she was a staunch cloth nappy (terry towelling) user, maybe the washing machine was broken at the time. I presume I remember this era (maybe a couple of months) best as before it I would have been to young to notice / remember (brain only remembers from about 2.5 years apparently) and afterwards I was probably out of nappies.

I also have later memories of when I was out of nappies day and night, being put in them for stays away from home at my grandparents house which was an unexpected surprise for me. I was kind of neutral rather than massively excited, it was bathtime first and then mum put a terry nappy on me for bed. It was folded in a triangle as she always did and she had the pin held in her mouth while she firmly pulled up the last side of the triangle between my legs and pinned it on.

Perhaps later that night or perhaps on another occasion, I remember waking up in bed feeling something thick between my legs and realised it was a nappy. I remembered the feeling from earlier days (when wearing every night and loved the comfort and nostalgia. It also felt kind of naughty like a pleasure I shouldn't have or like when you find some money, a windfall. I also felt the shirred elastic edge of plastic pants but don't think I ran my hands down them.

On an even later occasion, also at my grandparents house, I realised I had a nappy on and thought this gave me licence to wet. I must have just had a nappy on its own first because my mum came up a bit later saying 'you'd better put these on' and I presume she put 'rubbers' (slang for plastic pants) on me. Later I really needed to pee and used the nappy on purpose but pooped as well.

When my parents came up later to check on me I was caught and severely scolded. My nappy and rubbers were removed and I was taken downstairs to the lounge. I remember there was even some poop on a playing card it must have got all over. Then I remember my father putting what looked like a plastic bag on the coal fire, I realised it was my 'rubbers' plastic pants. They smoked, melted and burned and that was the official end of nappies for me!!