Back in the early 70's I was about 7 years old and had started wetting the bed. After putting up with it for some time my folks decided to see if something was wrong with me and I went to the doctor. After checking and testing, nothing could be found. After this had happened my mother and father sat down with me one night just as I was going to go to my room to get ready for bed and they talked with me about my bedwetting. They explained to me that they did not think I was wetting on purpose and that the doctor had found nothing wrong with me and so they had talked it over and decided that I should wear a diaper to bed so that I could have a good night's sleep and not wake up in a cold wet bed all the time.

This hit me like a rock and I pleaded with them not to make me wear a diaper and my folks stood firm and said that they thought it would be better if I did wear a diaper. With that, mom told me to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and go to the bathroom. When that was done we went to my room, and as I walked into my room there on my bed were diapers, baby powder and what we called rubber pants; actually. they were vinyl plastic pants that mom had ordered through the mail so they would be large enough to fit me. Again, I pleaded to not have to wear diapers to bed and again my pleas fell on deaf ears. My dad had me get upon my bed and lie down and mom took the diapers folded them together to make a good thick pad to go between my legs. With this done she had me raise my butt and she slid the diapers underneath me and pulled down my underpants and took them off. Then she put baby powder on me so I wouldn't get a rash, pulled the diapers between my legs and pinned them at my waist. She then had me get off the bed and she took the rubber pants and held them open for me to step into, pulled them up my legs and into place over the diapers, making sure that I was tucked in so there would be no leaks. She helped me into my pj's and then into bed. She and dad gave me hugs and assured me I wasn't being bad because I wet my bed and that I would see that having a diaper in bed would make me more comfortable. I really didn't believe them and wanted nothing to do with having a diaper on. They left the room and after a long time I fell asleep. In the morning I woke up, the diapers were wet but the rubber pants had done their work and the bed stayed dry. Night diapers for me would last until age 10. Some mornings I would wake up and would be really wet but the rubber pants always kept my bed dry.