It was about eight months before my bladder and sphincter muscle had mended well enough to consider going back to school but by then it was the start of summer vacation. My dad suggested to mom that I go to summer school but my grades were straight A's thanks to the battleaxe's tutoring. Even though I hated her she did a good job. I told mom I didn't want to go to summer school as I was just getting to the point where I could play with my friends again and she agreed and said she don't worry she would handle dad. She did. He might have been one tough man but he was no match for her.
At about the same time I started drying up during the day I was starting to get a little uncomfortable being diapered by my mom. Don't misunderstand me I wasn't losing my attraction for the diapers. I was just starting to feel kind of weird having her do it and asked her one night if I could put it on myself. She agreed and gave me a few pointers because I wasn't very good at it. I have been doing it myself ever since.
Mom had found a company that sold underwear that had cotton on the outside just like regular underwear and terry cloth lining on the inside with a plastic pants between them. They were a little thicker than regular underwear but didn't show under regular clothes at all. I still had a few accidents during the day but kept my bladder emptied out as much as possible so they were small ones and the pants worked just fine. When I started school the teachers were told about my need to go to the bathroom frequently and I was allowed to leave anytime I needed to. Sometimes I would use it as an excuse to get out of class and goof off. I got caught a couple of times and warned. The final outcome of this period in my life is this, I have a permanent 40% loss of kidney function. I have never stopped wetting at night since the illness and have what they call urge incontinence during the day but with frequent bathroom visits I'm able to control it almost entirely. I still get that calm comforting feeling from wearing diapers and hope I never lose that. I met a girl in the late sixties and we became very close. One night when we were sitting around I told her about what happened to me when I was a kid and the need to wear diapers at night. To make a long story short we have been married for over thirty years. Oh by the way in case your wondering, I still use cloth diapers. There like potato chips, once you start you can't stop. One more thing. Just before I met my wife I attended a family reunion. Ann was there and I hadn't seen her since she moved to California were her husband was being transferred to. That was right after she babysat me. We talked for a long time and I finally I told her I had to get going to catch my plane. As I was leaving she asked me "do you remember when I babysat you that time?" I told her sure I did. She just got this big smile and whispered in my ear "Still enjoying them diapers?"
I just smiled back and like that time long, long ago turned as red as a fire truck.