It was a cold winters day when my mother woke me for school. She came in my room and saw that I had wet the bed yet again. This isn’t unusual as I wet every night and sometimes in the day. Mom said, "Andrew, I think we better get you in the bath". My mom always bathed me even though I was 6 because I was a little slower then other kids or even classed as backward. After my bath my mom sat me on the bed and had a talk to me. She told me that she had seen the doctor about my wetting and he suggested I wear special underwear called "KANGA PANTS." These were like normal underwear but had a pouch in the front which was plastic-lined so an absorbent pad could be placed in.

I agreed to wear the Kanga pants because I was sick of wetting at school and been called "pee wee", so my mom told me to stand up and then pulled the pants up like normal underwear. Then she reached to a large white packet and pulled a double absorbent pad out. She then came over to me and opened the pouch in the front of my pants and slid the pad down between my legs. It felt strange. It was like trying to walk with a book between your legs.

After the rest of my cloths were on I looked in the mirror and could see I had a slight bulge in the front of my pants, but thought it was better then having accidents. School went well and I did not wet once, although I think the pad was slightly wet. When I got home my mom checked to see if the pad was wet; it was soaked. Mom told me to pull my pants down, after which she pulled the wet pad out and put a clean one in. Mom told me the doctor had arranged for me to go into hospital for some tests to see why I still wet and not maturing properly for my age (Jesus, I was only six). At bedtime my mom took me into my room and suggested that I wear a nappy at bedtimes so I don’t get horribly stinky wet. I immediately objected "no no no no no!" I shouted and ran and hid, I was soon found as I was crying that much. Mom said, "okay, darling, don't get upset you go into the hospital tomorrow, so another night of wet beds doesn’t matter".

The next day I awoke to the usual wet bed and went down stairs in my wet pyjamas. My mom was drinking a cup of tea and reading. I sat on the floor and said, "mom." My mom looked and said, "What, darling?" I asked how long I would be in hospital for. She replied, "about a week." I started crying and said I don't want to go in, but my mom reassured me that it was for the best and I might come out a normal little boy.

At about 9 o'clock my mom got me bathed ,Kanga pants on, and dressed. She then called a taxi to take us to the hospital which was about 20 miles away. On arrival at the hospital we went straight to the children's ward wear a big coloured nurse greeted us and took us into a treatment room. The nurse helped my mom get me into my pyjamas. My mom said, "What about his inco pants?" The nurse told her to leave them on me. I was frightened and started to cry and get hysterical. I was that bad; the doctor injected a sedative into my arm.

The next thing I can remember was waking up in bed in the children's ward. There were about 20 beds in the ward and all were full. I felt strange in the crotch area so I had a look. There was a little plastic bag attached to me around my penis which was full of urine. A nurse came over to me and said that she would remove it. Now I was awake. I asked what the bag was for. I was told it was just to collect a sample of my urine so it can get analysed.

After the nurse took the bag away I just sat on the bed looking around the ward at the other kids, but I kept staring at one in particular who was in a bed with sides on. The boy I was looking at was about 9. He was just laying there making funny noises and slavering,(obviously mentally handicapped but never seen a kid like that before.) I couldn't help notice all he was wearing was big terry toweling nappy and a pair of rubber pants. As I was staring at the boy a nurse came in and told us all to sit at the table as it was tea time. Great, I thought. I was starving. It was my favourite fish fingers, peas and chips. While I was drinking my tea I felt a trickle down my leg then heard a kid say, "Ha Ha! Andrew's wet his pants!" All the kids laughed, but I cried. A nurse came and took me to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom the nurse tried to cheer me up and said it didn't matter that I wet all over. She put some clean pyjamas on me then allowed me to stay at the nurses station for a while, too. I could face going back with the other kids. After an hour I was told to go back to the ward which I complied when I got back to the bed. I noticed the handicapped boy's locker had a big stack of fluffy white nappies on it. They were huge, a lot bigger then babies' nappies. The big boy in the next bed was called Alex he said the nappies were for me and they were only over there, so I didn't know. I told him to shut up and that I didn't wear nappies and they were for the handicapped kid. At that a male nurse came in and started taking the nappy off the kid and I watched. First he pulled the rubber pants down, then unpinned the big nappy pin, after which he unfolded the front of the nappy. I could see the kid had shit himself. The nurse took the nappy off him and gave him a good wash in bed. The kid was just playing with a teddy bear while the nurse was sorting him out. After a wash the nurse folded a square nappy into a kite shape then lifted the kid's legs up and placed it under him. He then got some baby powder and covered his butt and crotch in it before bringing the sides and front of the nappy together tightly and pinning it on him. The nurse now pulled the rubber pants up over the kids bum by lifting his legs again and pulling sharply.

At about 8pm a big nurse came in and told us all to go to bed and we did. I fell asleep almost instantly but awoke an hour later to find a nurse checking my bed. It was wet and wet bad. I started to cry and heard the nurse say to a student nurse, "This patient is like a baby with his peeing and crying." the nurse took me to the bathroom and gave me some clean pyjamas. I was still upset so the nurse took me to see the baby ward where all the newborns or sick babies were. She took me in and I looked at all the babies. I noticed some nappies and rubber pants on a table along with powder, the nurse took me near the nappies and pants and held some trainer pants up and asked if I would mind wearing these. I said, "no way, I am not a baby."

The nurse talked to me and told me it would be less embarrassing for me to wear training pants than to wet myself and that no one would know. After a while I agreed with protest to wear them. The training pants were snap-crotch type, so the nurse laid me on the changing table. She then lifted my legs up like a baby and slid the opened-up pants under me. I protested but the nurse said they're easier to put on laying down and if she did it at my bed the other kids would know. Once the opened pants were underneath my butt she reached for the baby powder and covered my butt and crotch with a thick dusting. I remember it smelt and felt nice. She then covered my nappy area with baby lotion before pulling the front of the pants up to meet the back. She then clicked together the four press-studs which made a loud click sound on each one before lifting me off the table. After I got off the table she helped me into my Mickey Mouse pyjamas and guided me back to the ward. As I walked I could here the trainers rustle slightly and could smell the sweet scent of the baby powder. Once back to my ward she turned down my newly changed bed and told me to get in. She marked on a care chart at the end of the bed that I am incontinent and been persuaded to wear some protection and should be made to go to the toilet every hour.

After about a hour a nurse came and woke me and took me to the toilet and said I had to stay to I have a wee which I managed after a minute or so then went to bed. The next time I was woke I felt wet but the bed was dry I realised I'd wet myself as usual just like a baby. The nurse took me to the baby ward and looked for another pair of trainers. Unfortunately the only ones that were left were either pink or nursery print. She told me to choose. I said, "I'm not wearing them," but the nurse said no one would see them through my pyjamas, so I reluctantly chose nursery print. I was yet again lifted on the table. My pyjamas were pulled down and trainer pants unfastened. My legs were lifted and the trainer was removed and put in a laundry bag with dirty baby nappies. The nurse got a damp flannel and washed my nappy area all other before powdering and putting nappy rash cream on me, after which in her usual routine lifted my legs and sliding the trainers underneath me and snapping the fasteners closed. As I got off the table I noticed in a mirror I looked just like a toddler in baby pants with these printed pants on. The nurse helped me back on with my pyjamas and I returned to the ward. I was left to sleep the rest of the night.

The next morning a different nurse came and took three kids at a time to the bathroom to get showered. I was nervous when it was my turn and told the nurse what I was wearing, but she was not bothered and told me to get stripped. There were two other kids in the bathroom, so no way was I going to strip with baby pants on, but the nurse grabbed me and shouted, "DO AS YOUR TOLD!!" She stripped me as I was struggling and I ended up standing in nothing but nursery print trainer pants which were full of urine and starting to leak. The other kids stood silent for a moment and then went into fits of laughter. I started crying.

I found my self just frozen in one spot but crying in hysterics. At that I felt my self dirty my pants. I'd seen a nurse give me a injection that made me drowsy. Another nurse held me down.

I woke up in a empty room. I went to move but found I was tied to the bed with leather restraints. I felt funny between the legs. I looked down to find a massive white fluffy nappy on and large rubber pants. I screamed and shouted then a nurse came in with my mother. I was crying and asked why I was tied to the bed and wearing the biggest nappy I had seen. My mother explained that the nurses were worried about me when I went into hysterics, so they sedated me to give me a rest for a few day. And I was wearing a nappy because I was dehydrating, so the nurses were giving me fluid through a drip, which means I would wet more.

After my mom explained the situation to me a nurse came in with a clean nappy. I asked what this was for. My mom said my brain had not developed fully and not learned how to warn when I needed the toilet, and a psychologist recommended I was just left for 2 years then re-toilet trained. This is probably the reason I could not write or read very well or count at six years old.

The restraints were undone and the nurse asked if I wanted my mom to change me. I said I didn’t want to wear nappies but I was threatened with sedation if I didn’t comply. My mom lifted my legs up and pulled my rubber pants down. Then she unpinned my nappy which flopped open and was very soggy. She then lifted my legs up and slid the dirty nappy away before wiping me with baby wipes. She then got hold of the extra fluffy extra thick white nappy, folded it into a triangle and lifted me up and placed me in the centre before pulling the massive wad between my legs and around my back. then pinned it in place with a very large nappy pin. She had me stand up, then produced a pair of extra large baby blue rubber pants with little teddy bears on. She held them up and told me to stand into them and I complied. She then pulled them up over my nappy. They were very big and went almost to my chest. She said, "there now." The doctor came and said we can go home. My mom bought some new shorts for me from a disability shop, which had plenty of room for a large bulky nappy. I put them on and also put a T-shirt on and some shoes.

On the way home I asked my mom what do I do about school. She said that I would be going to a special school for people with learning difficulties and they know how to get people like me reading and writing.

When we got home my mom said, "Do you understand that you have to wear nappies for about 2 years and why?" I answered, "Yes, but I don’t like it." My mom said, "I know, but it can’t be helped. My mom had a book in her hand it was a catalogue for nappy accessories in my size.

My mom ordered the following:

• 10 pairs of rubber baby pants various colours and prints
• 50 terry toweling nappies
• 10 extra large nappy pins
• 20 pairs of trainer pants
• 10 onesies in various colours
• a nappy pail

After my mom filled in my order she checked my nappy. To my disgust I had dirtied it. My mom said, "It's okay, it’s not your fault." She then went and got a hot soapy dish of water. My mom striped me, just leaving me in my nappy and rubbers. She lifted me up and laid me across her knee on my back. She lifted my legs and pulled the rubbers off me. She undid the nappy and wiped away the excess matter of my butt. She then thoroughly washed my nappy area and put loads of baby powder on before pinning a clean nappy on and putting a pair of white rubber pants on she then sent me to bed. After about ten minutes my mom came in and asked if I would like my pacifier back as she noticed I still suck my thumb, even though I've been without it since I was five. I was frightened and found the idea of having my dummy back nice. I agreed, my mom produced it from behind her back and placed it into my mouth. It felt nice and I sucked on it eagerly, my mom kissed me good night and I dropped off to sleep with my pacifier.