I met up with my friends and we had a day of playing and running around. Evening came and after dinner, my mother was in the laundry portion of the restroom and laundry building. I was outside playing with my friends when she called to me to come inside. Although it was getting dark, my friends kept visiting. Once I got inside, she motioned to me to come over to her. She was standing by a big utility tub and started to undress me. I immediately understood what was happening. I was going to be bathed in the tub. Although there was a lady doing her laundry, she seemed focused and I didn’t pay too much attention to her. After mom lifted me into the tub, she scrubbed me head to toe. Upon finishing, she had me stand up in the tub and put a towel around me and started drying me. She then lifted me out of the tub to finished drying me off. She then led me over to a folding table and helped me put an undershirt on. I still had a towel wrapped around my waist. I said “where are my underpants?” to which she replied “we’re going to have you wear a diaper”. I was immediately concerned because the lady was still doing her laundry and I knew about four of my friends were still outside talking with each other, although not right by the laundry. I was afraid someone could walk by and look in the window and see what was going on. I asked mom “couldn’t we wait until we get back to the trailer?” She didn’t reply. She took away the towel and lifted me up onto the table and said “lie down”. I did what she asked. She then went about folding up two cloth diapers. When she finished, she said “lift up”. I lifted my rear off of the table and she slid the diapers under my butt. It was not going to be quite the event that it was the evening before. This was apparently going to be a very straight forward diapering. She brought the diapers up between my legs and pinned the left side and then the right. There was no baby powder which made me realize that it was all just part of the production the evening before. She then shook out some pull on plastic pants. At this point I guessed that when we were at the department store, she must have purchased more than one pair and style of plastic pants. They were way larger than what would have been useful for my sister. She then held the plastic pants and said “put your foot in” to which I put my left foot in. I wasn’t going to do anything more than simply follow instructions. I was not quick enough with my right foot so she told me to "put your other foot in!” to which I did. She then slid the plastic pants up past my ankles and knees and once again said “lift up” and as I did and she slid the plastic pants up and over the diapers. She said “ok, let’s get your pajamas on and then you can go back to the trailer”. She lifted me down off of the table and got my pajama tops. She helped me put them on and button them. Then she got my pajama bottoms and had me step into them, at which time the lady who was doing her laundry looked over and said “is he a bed wetter?” to which my mother said “not usually”. I was once again totally embarrassed. Mom said “do you need to go to the bathroom?” to which I replied “no”. I really didn’t but in retrospect it would have been a better move because as I left the laundry room to head back to the trailer, I came upon my four friends, three boys and a girl who were doing some last minute visiting before going to their trailers for the evening. If I had gone to the restroom, I would have missed them completely. As it was, I slowed to say hi, but didn’t stop. I was hoping they wouldn’t detect the puffy nature of my pajamas because of the diapers. They started to talk with me but I blurted out “I have to go to bed” and ran off toward the trailer. I made it to the trailer and got into bed thinking that no one was the wiser.

I slept well and when I woke up in the morning, I thankfully had a dry night. I asked my mother if I could take the diapers off. Since I had lied the day before, she didn’t trust me to tell the truth and said, “Come here”. I approached her and she grabbed the waistband of the plastic pants and pulled it away from me to put her hand in to check the diapers and see if they were wet. Upon being satisfied that they were dry she said “you can take them off and fold them up and put them in the diaper drawer”. Then I got dressed for the day.

After breakfast I had left the trailer and was standing outside when a friend rode up on his bike and stopped in front of me. I said “hi” and he responded sassily and slowly with “Hi. Hey…Joey said you were wearing a diaper last night”. I was surprised because I thought I had gotten away without anyone noticing. Without thinking I said “NO I WASN’T” and gave him a substantial push which made him almost fall off his bike. He didn’t challenge me and instead just rode away. I was hoping he thought that he may have gotten bad information from Joey.

I spent the next couple weeks dry at night and then as those last couple weeks of August were upon us, dad had finished summer school and we packed up and left for home. I didn’t have any more incidents of bed wetting and we were back home to my regular friends and a less stressful time. School started and fall came and went and I wouldn’t have another incident where I had to wear a diaper…until the Christmas break at the end of December.