I woke to the sound of my mam coming in my bedroom she said "good morning sweetheart how are you?" I tried to answer her back but then remembered the dummy in my mouth., I spat the dummy out and said hello to my mam, she came over to me and put a finger underneath the elastic on my rubber pants she said oh your all wet wait here till I run you a bath.

Ten minutes later my mam called me into the bathroom I started walking to the bathroom and noticed how heavy and soggy my sagging nappy was, my mum pulled my rubber pants down before unpinning my nappy then lifted me into the bath.

After my bath my mam dried me and noticed I had nappy rash she said oh poor son is your botty all sore I nodded my head she cuddled me and said mammy make baby’s botty better I protested and said I AM NOT A BABY my mam told me to calm down, it was just a figure of speech, then led me to the front room.

She told me to sit on the floor on a opened up nappy for a while so some air got to my bum as I was sat there she told me we were going to have a look at my new school today so have to look smart. After a while she told me to come to her and she laid me on my back across her lap before grabbing a big nappy I pleaded not to wear a nappy to go have a look at the school so she said ok we’ll put some snap shut trainers on you she reached into the draw and pulled out what looked like snap fit rubber pants .The pants were actually rubber pants lined with six layers of thirsty terry towelling and had press-studs at the side similar to the ones I had worn in hospital but much thicker, they had little teddy’s and dogs and cats on them with a baby blue background. My mum lifted my legs like a baby and placed the opened up pants underneath me then got some sudo-crème and put a generous helping on my bum and crotch area she then pulled the front up firmly to the back and started closing the press-studs each one made a loud snapping noise. She then stood me up they felt nearly as thick as my nappy I wore on the night. In fact you could class them as a all-in-one nappy I suppose. I looked down at my self and started pleading with my mam that I don’t want to ever wear trainers or nappies again but my mam said, "look, son, you are incontinent so you are just going to have to wear them until you are ready to be potty trained both mentally and physically." I started crying then my mum put a dummy (pacifier) in my mouth.

My mam walked back in the room with me a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, she held the shorts open and I stepped in my mam pulled my shorts up they were tight over my trainer pants and did not cover them fully at the back. She then put the T-shirt on me which came over my shorts hiding my underwear we were now ready to go.

My mam’s friend Julie took us to the school in her car and my mam gave her a carrier bag to put in the boot, it looked like any other school but you could tell it wasn’t by looking at the children, some were in wheel chairs others were shaking all the time and the teachers looked like nursery nurses in their nursery print overalls. A small older teacher came to us and said, "oh, this must be Andrew and Andrews mam, please follow me to the office."

We arrived at the teachers' office and the small woman told us both to sit down then shouted to her secretary to get a cup of tea for my mam and a juice for me. The lady induced her self as Mrs Hardwick the headmaster of the school and then started talking about what the doctor’s had said about my slow development. After a couple of moments the secretary came in with a cup of tea and a toddler training beaker full of juice , I said, "I can drink out of a cup, you know," but the headmistress told me that all the kids have to use these because some had behaviour problems and throw the drinks around the room, at that I started drinking out of the small spout of the beaker.

After my mam’s chat the teacher told us that I should start the school tomorrow and that a carer would pick me up and take me home. After we left the school Julie suggested we go to an amusement park for the rest of the day as it was a nice hot day. My mam agreed and off we went the drive to the amusement park. It was about 1 hour about half way there. I told my mam I needed a wee real bad, Julie pulled over but before I could get out of the car it was too late. I wet my trainer pants. My mam said, "never mind I’ll change you when we get there." We carried on traveling. We got to the amusement park and my mam paid the entrance fee after which all rides are free. Once we drove in and stopped my mother came round to the back of the car and told me to lay down on the seat. I said, "no, not here, do it in the toilets." My mother said, "if you think I’m carrying a smelly wet nappy about all day, you got another thing coming." I lay down in the car and my mother pulled my shorts down after which she unfastened the press-studs on the all-in-one nappy or trainers as she called them to me, wiped my bottom with a damp sponge she brought with her, before putting lots of baby powder around my nappy area with her soft hands, and then the same with baby lotion to prevent nappy rash. She then took a nappy out of the bag and folded it into a kite shape. I asked what about my trainers but she said, "I didn’t bring any only nappies, and anyway your trainers are just all-in-one nappies." I started crying but my mam slapped my bum very hard and shouted, "KEEP STILL! ITS NOT MY FAULT YOUR NOTHING BUT A OVERGROWING PISSY-ARSED BABY!" I heard my mam whisper to Julie that I was a freak and should have died at birth.(I'll never forgive that.)

I lay there sobbing, wishing I was dead as my mam placed the nappy underneath me before wrapping it around me and putting the large nappy pin in place. She then got some plain white snap close rubber pants and lifted me again to slide the back under me and then closed the snaps.

Once the big fluffy terry nappy was in place she tried to put the shorts back on me, but they would not fit, so just put the T-shirt back on with no shorts. I was too depressed and upset to complain. We started walking towards the attractions at the park but I was walking or waddling slow with the thick nappy on, so Julie carried me like a toddler and said my mams just upset and didn’t mean it. I did not respond. After ten minutes Julie said, "cheer up, Andrew, do you want to go on a roundabout?" I said yes, so we waited until it stopped and she put me in a little car on it. While waiting for the ride to start I heard a girl about the same age as me ask the person she was with "Ma'am why has that boy got a nappy on?" The lady said that I might not be well, when she said this I remembered I had no shorts on so pulled my T-shirt down to try hide my nappy, which proved ineffective against the huge wad between my legs. As the day went on I started to cheer up and ignore the fact that everyone could see my nappy. I had some candy floss and a toffee apple and went on lots of rides before we went home.

In the car I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until we got home. I woke to my mam changing my nappy. It looked like I shit it while I was asleep. She bathed me, then Julie told my mother to go and sit down and she would sort me out.

Julie got me out of the bath then wrapped me in a large towel and told me to go in the front room which I did. Once in the room Julie dried me thoroughly before laying me on a clean towel. She opened the baby powder before telling me to lift my legs slightly and open them wide and sprinkled it on my crotch before gently massaging it into my groin. She then had me lay on my tummy and rubbed some on my bum. Julie grabbed a clean nappy of the pile and folded it in a triangle shape before pinning it on me. She then got a pair of baby blue rubber knickers and had me stand up and step in them after which she pulled them up firmly and tucked all of my nappy in. These pants went half way up my back. She next got my sooty and sweep pyjamas and put the bottoms on me, pulling them as high up as possible to try hide my nappy. She failed. It still stuck out then put my top on me. I sat downstairs and watched "The Bionic Man" on TV. After an hour my mam told me to go to bed which I did, then started to think about what she said about being a freak. I then prayed and asked God to take me and stop my misery.

The next day was new school day. My mam got me up as usual and bathed me and put a pair of thick training pants on me and a pair of dungarees then gave me some Weetabix for breakfast.

There was a knock at the door. It was a carer from the school to pick me up. I begged not to go to a backward school but this just fell on deaf ears. I walked out to the school bus with the carer and got on and sat down. The carer strapped me into a harness so I could not stand and said it was school rules to protect the driver. On the way to school I remember that I was very nervous and accidentally pooed my pants but no one noticed, so I kept quiet. Once at the school Mrs. Hardwick told me that she knows I can't control my toilet habits. but if I do feel the urge to go just ask. I said "yes, Mrs. Hardwick," and was shown to a sandpit and told to play in there.

I started to play with the backward kids and found it fun. We were all like toddlers, but only half of us had to wear nappies. After a while a carer came and said she could smell something peculiar and started to check all the incontinent pupils. After a while she got to me and marched me to a room.

In the room was a large table and a bath and a pile of funny things which turned out to be disposable nappies. I never seen disposables before.

Th nurse took my dungarees off me and said, "You can’t wear them. Your nappy leaked they're soiled. She then unsnapped my so-called trainers. The smell nearly caused me to vomit. She wiped the excess matter off with a clean part of my nappy before bathing me and asked the head if my mother had sent any paddy pads. The head said no.

The carer said that she will have to put a disposable on me and that I should tell my mam to send some nappies for me tomorrow. I nodded my head.

The carer lifted me out of the bath and dried me before lifting me onto a table and powdering me with baby powder. Then she slapped my bum and said that every time I wet or dirty myself I would get a slap on the legs. The carer lifted my legs up like a baby and slid the toddler size nappy under me. She then pulled the tapes open, fixing them to the front of the nappy. They fit perfectly as I was small for my age. She told me that since I had no clean clothes I would have to wear only a nappy. I started to cry, so she put a dummy in my mouth to shut me up. I was taken back to the main classroom with the other kids. A couple looked at me just in a nappy but no one had any adverse reaction to me. I went into a corner and started playing with a box of toy cars. I played for about half an hour when a bell rang and we were all ordered to sit at a table. It was break time. A carer came with several training cups full of milk and about six baby bottles. We were all given a training cup and the carers fed the kids who couldn’t feed themselves with the baby bottles. After break I felt a warm sensation in my crotch area. I looked down and could see a yellow stain forming on the front of my nappy. Some other kids saw the stain and shouted, "ANDREW'S WEED HIS NAPPY!" a carer heard and picked me up and took me to the changing room where the wet nappy was removed and a large hand slapped my buttocks and a stern voice shouted, "YOU DIRTY BOY! NEXT TIME SAY YOU WANT THE POTTY!" I started to cry and said I could not help it. I did not feel it till it was coming out. The carer said, "you will feel it by the time I finish with you." The carer reached for the baby wipes and wiped my bum before covering me in a large amount of baby powder. She then lifted my legs up and slid a new disposable under me before taping it on and taking me back to the classroom.

About a hour passed when a carer came to me with a toddler training potty and placed it in front of me. She then laid me down and unfastened my nappy before sitting me on the potty in front of the class. I was told not to move until I did a wee wee. I started to cry out of humiliation as some other pupils were laughing at me. After a few minutes I felt the urine come out and the carer clapped and said, "good boy why cant you do that all time in a potty?" The carer laid me down before putting the nappy back on me and gave me a light pat on the bum and told me to tell when I want to go to the toilet.

Several months passed and I learned to control my wetting and messing during the day a lot better and returned to ordinary school minus the nappies. I still wet the bed until I was fourteen but did not wear nappies because it was felt it could damage me psychologically if I did.