As an older child/teen, did having your diaper changed make you uncomfortable?

I mean, did the physical feeling of cold wipes, powder, and lotion on your private areas ever make you uncomfortable? The fact that somebody other than you was touching your privates? The overall sense of exposure and vulnerability?

I mean, as a kid, I used to get uncomfortable having to take off my pants at the children's hospital (so my doctor could examine my legs and test my motor skills). I couldn't imagine being changed like a baby.

OF COURSE! Lol. Kind of a silly question if I am being honest. I think it is sort of part of the human condition. There are times it bothered me and times it didn't. Sometimes I knew why and other times it was just my emotions at the time. Still that way today. I have people in my life who have changed me 100's maybe even 1000's of times and on my bad days, when I need assistance, I still can be come uncomfortable in the moment. Can't really explain it. It just is what it is.

It can also obviously be situational. I remember plenty of specific changes that were uncomfortable for specific reasons. But, most of the time it is just random and I would say 50/50 whether I get uncomfortable (even if I don't necessarily show it).

I was bought up in a childrens home and never found having my nappy put on for bed time much of an issue but if someone else did it, for example when we went on holiday with the home and one of the church helpers did it then it would make me feel uncomfortable but also as I got older excited too. One of my kinks came from this, being changed by a man rather than woman, as they would not spare my blushes as a teen wearing a nappy and they were more forceful and dominant. I found the vulnerability and the touching and putting cream on my penis and hole very exciting.

It doesn't bother me anymore at home. But I get a little uncomfortable being changed away from home because I'm so exposed. Mom says it's just a diaper change and I have nothing to be embarrassed about.

Yes and no. It was a normal routine, after my bath to lie down on the changing pad and have my diapers pinned on. And yes, powder and vaseline too. But it was a normal, regular thing. Normally in the morning I'd have them taken off, get wiped up and put my underwear on.

What was sometimes tough was anything outside that routine. Like if I was staying at my cousin's, who were all younger than me, and being diapered or changed at the same time as the baby. Simply because that made me feel like a baby.

Or if I had to wear them during the day, if we were away from home. I was always conscious of the fact I was in diapers. When I needed my diaper changed, having to ask was humbling, and of course the whole changing pad scenario, holding my knees up to be cleaned and rediapered.

It made me uncomfortable because I was being treated like any other actual baby. I was put back in diapers and changed in front of my siblings when I was 13/14 years old and even got more uncomfortable when visiting my grandma and cousins. I was changed on the floor like the other babies and teased and humiliated for being a "baby". It was an uncomfortable situation and very embarrassing. You finally get used to it but then it is like you start getting uncomfortable for the people that are subjected to watch you being changed.

I used to find it embarrassing to have my nappy changed and having someone wipe and powder me when I was a bed wetter. But once I was in my late teens I found it very exciting and arousing having someone change me and clean and powder me

Well, I was naive. I grew up thinking that what my older brother did to me was natural and that is how it should be. Uncomfortable then? No. Uncomfortable now? Yes. Very much. Even as a teen (12-16) he would "take liberties" if you will and made sure he fondeled me every time. I learned that while my diapers kept me dry and clean, they were also meant to make me feel good sexually.

When I would be in the hospital, it wasn't too bad having the nurses change me.

Yes there was definitely feelings of embarrassment for sure. Not really physical uncomfort, just embarrassed at being so exposed. The main reason I wore diapers at an older age was for messing, so these changes took longer and were more thorough.

One such instance occurred when I was about four and a half. My Mom was getting ready to take me to my friends birthday party. He lived a few minutes away and was turning five. I was already dressed and was playing in my room, waiting for my Mom to be ready.

I started to feel a poo coming on, so I went to my favorite spot in my room(on the far side of my bed). I squatted down and pooped my diaper. I don’t know why but it was really big and extra smelly. My Mom found me right after I had finished doing the deed.

Needless to say she was not happy. We were about to walk out the door. She laid me down, pulled off my shorts and un taped my pamper. I never remember it smelling so bad when she changed my diaper. My feet were up in the air and I was staring at my shoes the whole time. She was talking to me about all of my friends who would be at the party as she wiped my butt and put a clean diaper on me. Of course remarking that none of them still pooped their pants and certainly didn’t need their Mom’s to change their diaper still. A version of this scenario played out many times when I was young. Super embarrassing!

AS a child I would have accidents and had to wear diapers. It was routine for my mother to chnage my daiper. It would normally hapen right after I would come home from school and after I woke up.

I really was not given a choice on having my mother change me.

It was a routine that my mother told me to take a bath and then led me to the bedroom and then changed me into a new diaper with powdr and lotion.

I used to find it embarrassing to have my nappy changed and having someone wipe and powder me when I was a bed wetter. But once I was in my late teens I found it very exciting and arousing having someone change me and clean and powder me

I grew up in the 50's in neighborhood with many young families and lots of kids around. We lived near the local elementary school and everyone knew everyone. I was slow to potty train and still wore my cloth diapers in kindergarten and first grade until I finally stopped wetting my pants during the day. By that time I was the only kid in still in diapers at school and felt embarrassed when my mother would take me home during lunch to change my diapers and then return me to first grade. However I still wet my bed at night and my mom diapered me of course. Beginning around 9 or 10 I knew none of my friends still had to be diapered at night like me and pretty much all my neighborhood friends knew I still wet my bed and was diapered. We all had sleep overs and they all knew about my bedwetting and I was often teased and felt really bad when mom had to pin my diapers on me at our neighbors house or at our house when my friends were staying over. I did feel really embarrassed when they were around me when mom pinned my diapers on and they could see my pee-pee and mom wiping and powdering me. But sometime around 10 or 11 I started to get little erections, not knowing what was happening at that age or even the word erection, when mom got me ready for bed and would wipe my wee-wee and butt hole with a washcloth, and then dry it and sprinkle powder over all my diaper parts. I started to look forward to having mom diaper me before bedtime and I would get excited. I also stopped having sleep overs around then and it was only my family who knew I was still wetting my bed and wearing pinned on diapers every night, and soon started to touch myself under my diapers after mom kissed me goodnight and turned off the lights in my room. I still remember the first time stuff came out or my pee-pee, so thick and sticky and I felt like every nerve in my body was tingling. From then on I never wanted to stop wetting my bed because I loved for my mom to diaper me at night and get me so aroused and excited. In the mornings I would wake up in my soggy potty filled diapers and before mom came in to unpin my diapers and get me ready for school, I would play with myself again until I came and mom came in. Of course she noticed what I had done when she unpinned my diapers and that tended to make it all the more exciting for me and I would feel so naughty and dirty and aroused. By the time I finally stopped wetting my bed and wearing diapers, graduated from high school and left home and my mom for college I had a full fledged diaper fetish which had remained all my life.

No, not really, it was just part of living. When i was able to stay dry during the day (about 6). My mom would come in at bed time and put me, in my night time diapers (until i was 😎. My youngest sister was born when i was 6 and they set her bed up in my room. So most nights my mom would come in and put me in my diapers, change my sisters, and pop out a boob, and feed my sister just before she put us to bed. At the time i thought nothing of it.

Due to a bowel condition I occasionally had to have a nappy change at school. This was usually done in the school sick bay which had its own toilet.

It was embarrassing if another student was present due to illness or a school yard accident and would see me being changed.

I have only had my diaper changed in private settings, so, definitely not. But, if I ever was laid down with one or more others present, like in a public area like a men’s room, definitely would. I would, definitely, lay down anyway, but, yes, there would, absolutely, be quite the awkwardness and discomfort laying there having diapers changed with others right there to see. No doubt. Though, I’d, definitely, of course, still lay down.

I wear diapers.

When I was finally put back in diapers when I was 8 years old, I eventually got comfortable with my mom diapering at bed time. If we were staying over night with my cousins or with my parents friends, I was very embarrassed to be seen wearing my diapers or with someone watching me being diapered by my mom. Sometimes one of my aunts would put me in my night diapers after diapering one of their babies or toddlers. I was definitely not comfortable with this. One time I had to stay with one of my aunts and uncles for a week while my parents were out of town. My cousin was about 3 years old at the time, and I was 9 years old. I remember that it was summertime, and my aunt kept me in diapers both day and night just like my 3 year old cousin. She checked and changed our diapers throughout the day, and I remember feeling just like a baby.