Positive Diaper Changes

If you wore diapers as an older child and/or required someone to change your diaper, did the person changing you take steps to make you feel emotionally good / bad about it?

I had both growing up. My folks were really good about it because they realized I had a problem - and clearly keeping the bed that they paid money for dry was important. Diaperings and diaper changes were matter of fact. Sometimes they'd make a game out of it. I remember as I was laying on the changing pad Mom would move the plastic pants around and I'd have to aim my feet for the holes. That was "guiding the train into the tunnel" or something like that. Being good during a diaper change meant a reward.

I had an aunt that looked after me a lot and she obviously felt that adding some shame to the equation would be helpful. She certainly changed her mind when she got her own kids, though. She'd address me like a toddler or baby. It wasn't always what she said, but the way she said it. "Does someone need a changing?" "I bet you can't wait until you're a big boy and not going potty in your pants like a baby!" She'd have me 'help' to set up for a diaper change. I'd get to take clean diapers, etc. out of the diaper bag Mom would leave with us. No harm in that I suppose. But she'd make a show of folding them. She always called them 'nappies' and 'baby pants' instead of 'diapers' and 'plastic pants'. I remember once she kind of gave a step by step commentary as she was changing me, like she was instructing someone on how to change a baby.

My folks made me feel more grown up and my aunt made me feel like a 2 year old.

How were things for you?

My parents were very supportive of my bed wetting and need to wear diapers and rubber pants even when I was 16-17. When I was younger I felt embarrassed and humiliated when both of my younger sisters were potty trained but I still I continued to wet at night and sometimes my sisters would tease me when they saw me in my diaper. I was afraid they might tell my friends in the neighborhood but I don’t believe they did. I know mom told one friends mom because we had some sleepovers and she would diaper me for bed. Mom was very understanding and reassured me I would eventually no longer need diapers at night. As I entered puberty I noticed I’d sometimes get excited and my pee-pee get bigger as mom wiped and powdered me and then pinned up my diaper. I know at some point mom noticed what was happening and told me that was just normal for a boy my age and it wxould be ok to touch myself once she turned off the lights and closed the door. I did start doing that and had my first organism by touching myself after mom finished diapering me. It was around that time that I began to look forward to mom diapering me for bed and waking up with soggy diapers. I probably could have potty trained sooner but I enjoyed mom changing me, feeling a little embarrassed and having an organism that I just didn’t want to stop. Over time that became a habit that I’m sure explains why I have had a life long love of wearing diapers and incorporating that in a variety of sexual encounters and experiences with girls. In fact think I’m just as horny today in my diapers and especially when I am going potty or sometimes pooping than I ever was as a teenager.

I was not fast at potty training so was in diapers maybe longer than usual. The last time I wet the bed as a child was 13. Then lucky to be dry till about 50. Then it started all over again.

My 2nd wife discussed it and not wanting to wash sheets every night was agreed that diapers were needed. She was very supportive and said it wasn't my fault but the male ego was crushed being in diapers again. There are no funny business.

My Aunt god rest her soul was great. She knew full well I loved diapers and I think she got a kick out of facilitating my wishes. She had outfits and all kinds of diapers that fit me perfectly. Mom would drop me off for days at a time while she travelled on business. Within minutes of her leaving I would be on my back being diapered by my Aunt. She seemed to love just giving care in any form to people and in my case diaper care.

Aunt Nell lived outside of my home town on a small farm. She had ducks, chicken, geese and sheep, all just hobby farming. One thing Nell had was all of the nursery furniture my Grand Father made. Solid oak crib, bassinette and changing table even a roomy rocking chair. I swear every baby boomer in our family had spent many days in that nursery. Diapers and diapering supplies filled the cupboard shelves. When we were alone my Aunt and I used that as my full time bedroom.

Many of the very hot summers on Nell's farm I could wonder freely around the farm yard and the barn. Running shoes, diapers, plastic pants and a t-shirt was all I would wear. Total freedom and no one to have to hide my diapers from.

Nell had a Colony of Huderites on the next section of land. The lady's would often would wave to me from their land. They all seamed to laugh uncontrollably when I would be spotted walking about in diapers. Little did I know at the time the diapers I had folded and pinned onto me were made by some of those Lady's.

Having wore diapers till almost 5, I remember tons of diaper changes. I would say most of them were positive. I definitely had my diapers changed by quite a few different people.

As I got older my Mom did start to make comments while changing me. She would tell me I’m getting to big for diapers. Things like that. Also she loved to list off my same age friends and remind me that none of them still wore diapers. I felt a little embarrassed from this, but not too much.

I remember when I was about 4 and a half my day would go like this. I’d wake up and eat breakfast in my wet diaper then get changed. I was usually in this diaper till after lunch, which my time of the day to poop.

This would usually be done in my room if I could help it. My bed was in the middle of the room and my favorite spot was on the side closest to the wall. I would squat there and play with some toys while I pooped my diaper. I know that my room smelled like a nursery back then. Smelling like pampers and baby powder with the lingering smell of dirty diapers. I know I smelled like that strong pampers smell when I was wearing them for sure.

Usually when I was done I would go find my Mom and tell her I pooped. Or if I was to engrossed in playing she would come find me. I would hear her say something like woah you stink. I would lay down on my bed and she would grab a pamper and wipes.

When she wasn’t telling me I shouldn’t be wearing diapers, the changes were fine. I was older though and starting to get embarrassed about the whole process. I can remember staring up at my feet while she wiped and powdered my butt. Also feeling relieved when my fresh diaper was taped up.

I was not a bed wetter growing up. I got back in diapers from regression. So, not sure how that may have went for me back then. Today, I am talked to like a little one. Called things like “lay down little man”, “come on baby” ,but, because it is through regression, I enjoy being talked down to like that. They like it and I like it, so, very very different.

I never thought about what you just explained, parents vs aunt. Wow, can see how that would not be a good thing to go through when it is a serious issue like that. Eye opening.