My first recollection of wearing diapers goes back to age 5. My sister (14 months younger)and I were both still in cribs. I remember my dad diapering me and saying we were getting to old to wear diapers. Since my sister had to be at least 2 I figured I was 3 1/2 and still needing to wear night diapers. The truth of the matter is that I wet the bed on a regular basis until age 15. I guess my parents must have stopped the diapering soon after this because I don't remember wearing them after age 3.

When I was 7 we were going on a camping vacation in Kentucky. The day before we were leaving my sister came into my room with a smug look on her face. I asked her what she wanted. With the typical sister attitude she said that her and mom had been packing the suitcases for the trip and they had packed a diaper for me to wear at night. I couldn't believe what she had just said! I told her no way was I going to wear a diaper. She just smiled and left the room which really worried me.

We left on the trip without my parents saying anything about a diaper. I figured since they had not said anything that my sister had just made it up. It took us all day to get to Kentucky, we were meeting my dad's family for a reunion. We arrived in the evening and set up our tent and cots. I was told to go in and get ready for bed before my older brother and younger sister. I thought this was a little strange. My dad went in with me and said that mom had set my PJ's on my sleeping bag. When I opened them up I found a diaper. I couldn't believe it! My sister had been right.

The diaper was an all in one (I haven't ever found anything like it in later years) that had a cotton flannel lining with a plastic outer shell. It snapped at the waistband on both sides so there was no debate that it was a diaper. I turned to my Dad in shock and asked him if I had to wear a diaper. He said that he and mom had discussed it and decided that it was best to keep my sleeping bag and cot dry while we camped. He asked if I needed help getting it on and I said no, I didn't think so. Strangely, I don't remember the feeling putting it on the first time, I do remember my mom waking me up the next morning and asking if I had wet. I told her I wasn't sure. She pulled back the sleeping bag and said it looked like I had, she said to take the "protection" off so she could take it to the laudromat in the campground and wash it. I can't remember if I wet the diaper every night that week.

Later in the week I was told that I was going to get to sleep in the Cabin that my Grandparents were renting, they had arranged for a cot in the cabin and were allowing one Grandkid per night to sleep with them. For some reason my sister and I were told to take a bath together at the cabin and to get into our PJ's. My seven year old reasoning had figured that since I was going to sleep inside I wouldn't have to wear a diaper. Imagine my surprise when I picked up my pajamas without thinking and the diaper dropped to the floor. I quickly picked it up and folded it back in. I gave a puzzled look at my mom and she just nodded with the knowing look if yes, you have to wear the "protection.

As our bath neared the end my sister offered that I could get out first and get ready. I knew she just wanted to see me in the diaper since mom and dad always had me get ready or get up from bed with no one else in the tent. I told her that she had to get out first since she was younger. Surprisingly she did. After she had gotten out I was fooling around in the bath hoping my parents would leave and I wouldn't have to wear the diaper. My dad knocked on the door and said I had to be out and dressed in two minutes because we had to read our Bible verses before they went back to the campground. I quickly got out of the tub and dried. This time I remember how good the diaper felt against my skin after the warm bath. I seemed to be having a hard time getting it on, my penis had extended itself much farther than usual, something that I had no idea of why it was happening, I just knew it felt good!

After I got the diaper and PJ's on it finally dawned on me that for the first time I would have to go out in front of my family and grandparents while being obviously diapered. Even though this was an all-in-one diaper it must have been made thick for bedwetters, there was no denying the bulges in the front and back of my PJ's. I came out of the bathroom and moved quickly to a spot on the floor. Nobody said anything, I figured that my parents had clued in the grandparents and threatened my brother and sister. I do know that I wet the diaper that night but don't recall any other events relating to the diaper.

After the vacation my mom put the diaper in the bottom of my underwear drawer, probably as a veiled threat that if the bedwetting didn't stop I would be wearing it again. Unfortunately I was never made to wear it again, even when we would go camping. A couple of years later it disappeared out of my drawer probably because my mom was giving up on ever controlling my bedwetting.