Now that is embarrassing.

I was laying on my bed, Mom was in the first stages of diapering me for the night. Same old routine as we talk about the days events and what is coming in the near future. Mom rubs my diaper area with thick diaper rash cream and gives me a dusting of Johnson and Johnson baby powder. My eldest Sister stuck her head into my bedroom door and begins to talk with Mom. Mom had just set my bottom down on a double thick night time diapers. As Mom stood up from the side of my bed to answer my Sister`s question, my Sister slides right into my room and stands on the other side of my bed talking directly to Mom. It was like I almost did not exist any more let alone be laying there naked on top of thick diapers with my legs apart. With in seconds both Mom and my Sister began diapering me again as if nothing was out of the normal. They talked to each other while working on my diapers. As they completed my diaper pins my Sister picked up my plastic pants and gave the a shaking out and began pulling them up my legs and sealed my diapers up with the embarrassing plastic baby pants. Mom covered me with the bed covers and gave me a kiss on the forehead wishing me a good night and then my big Sister did the same. They both left my room and shut off the light and closed the door with a; night night baby from my Sister.

Now this happened so many times through my life I could not count the times but this particular time stood out in my mind. I had just been to Florida with family and had returned after a months holiday, I was in my late Teens at this time. Ha Still the baby of the family even in my second year of University. Even now 40 years later my eldest Sister still pats my bottom and kisses my forehead and teases me about all of the diapering she did for her big baby brother.

Yes now that was embarrassing, but kind of nice as well.

When I was 6 years old I was messing about in the kitchen and managed to upturn a pan of simmering peas over my arm, double double ouch. My arm was a mess I finished up spending 5 weeks in a specialized skin-graft hospital which was about 70 km from my home. They took skin form the inside of my right forearm and grafted it to my left upper arm. I had been there for a couple of days when a young girl of around 5 years old was put into a bed across the ward from me. 'Wow' look at her, she is in baby diapers', I said to my nearest neighbours, a boy of about 10 on one side of me and a girl around the same age on the other side. One of the nurses was changing her diapers and plastic pants. I soon wished I hadn't teased the little girl as that night I and another 3 nights that week I wet the bed. My neighbours mocked endlessly each time I awoke to a wet bed, saying things like who is the baby now and calling me Philip the bed-wetter. The day after my latest wetting episode and after my parents had left after the early evening visiting hours were over out came the trolley that I knew had diapers and plastic pants on it. At first I didn't think any thing about it as the cart went to the usual beds of diaper wearers including the little girl across from me. When all the usual suspects had been changed for the night, I thought that the cart would disappear but not this evening. Obviously after 4 wet nights in a week the nurses had had enough, the cart was wheeled over to my bed. There were about 20 or so kids in the ward and all but the very youngest were sat up watching was going to happen. The nurse said, 'your turn Philip' without even pulling the curtain around she pulled back my bed clothes and pulled down my pyjama bottoms, I was horrified as she folded a double layer of diapers and lifted my ankles as you would a baby. Then slipped the diapers under my waiting bottom, powdered me and then pinned me in the offending article. Next came the plastic pants, I could feel the waist and leg bands already starting to feel tight even before they were completely over my diapers. The nurse then pulled up my pyjama bottoms, the bulge of the diapers could clearly be seen. Through the whole terrible ordeal most of the children in the ward were snickering calling me names. I was glad when lights out came around and I could go to sleep but was not happy the next day when I felt down inside my PJ bottoms and plastic pants, I was thoroughly soaked. Not long afterwards the diaper cart was out again and I thought great at least I will be out of these soon. When it was my turn the day nurse h removed my soggy diaper and then she washed me down with warm soapy water once she had tried me off I reached down for my pyjama bottoms trying to get them up as quickly as possible. The nurse said 'not so fast' and gently pushed me back onto the bed. She then reached under the cart a retrieved two more diapers and proceeded to fold them as the night nurse had done not so long ago. Very soon I was securely pinned into afresh set and on came a clean pair of plastic pants. The whole time I was trying to plead with her that I certainly did not need diapers for day time, the nurse just kept telling me to shush and be a good boy. I started to cry but it made no difference, once more my PJ's were up over the top of 'my diapers'. I was kept in them for the remainder of my stay except for number two's, I was to ask a nurse and she would take me to the bathroom for that. By the time the 5 weeks were over I was completely back to full time bed wetting and had quite a lot of a=day time accidents at first as well. That clearly is how I became an ABDL in later life

My sister also came into my room many times while my mom was diapering me for bed. Mom rarely closed the door so my sister would just breeze in and talk with her, sometimes offering to help. She'd always smile down at me and I didn't really mind her being there, even though it made me feel like a baby.

[color=black]Sometimes I'd hear my sister volunteer to "take care of Kimmy" and she and my mom would talk it over. From hearing the conversation it sounded like they both enjoyed diapering me. My sister, in particular, made sure to always use cream and lots of powder and get the diaper adjusted just so before taping it up. [/color]When the time came she would come to me and say enthusiastically “Come on Kimmy. Let’s go get your diaper on!” almost like she was calling a dog to take a car ride. Obviously she was looking forward to it. [color=black]I guess my mom like to watch her big girl taking care of her little one because she'd often come in to check on us. [/color]

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[color=black]I know what you mean about feeling invisible lying there while they talked over me. When I was 10 we had the one year old daughter of my mom's friend stay with us for a week while she was having another baby. During that week I realized that the way they talked to us during the diaperings was almost exactly the same. Their grown-up conversation would go on while one of them occasionally gave the baby or me instructions like “Lay down,” “Legs up,” and a “Good girl” when they finished up. At least they never needed to tell me “Hold still” like they did with the baby. One time my sister was having trouble changing the baby while she squirmed and she laughed and joked that she was “used to Kimmy.” The most embarrassing was a couple nights when my sister diapered me as my mom held the baby and they both were looking down on me. [/color]

I wouldnt consider that embarrassing I would call it a dream come true

My mother has caught me changing my diaper a couple of times and my dad caught me once. They don't say anything about it. But I always wait until they leave before I finish.

What was your mother doing diapering you in your late teens? How come you couldn't put them on yourself?

My mom caught me in the process once in my early teens, totally a diaper lover and they never knew. Thankfully I was making a makeshift diaper out of supplies, and she caught me making it. She didn;t understand the whole process of what I was trying to do. Thankfully

I think my most embarrassing moment has to be when my best friend was staying over at my house and mom came in to change me into my diaper for the night. My friend stepped out and went to go use the restroom, though I think she forgot why she stepped outta the room in the first place cause she walked back in right as my mom was putting baby powder on me! I've never turned that deep of a shade of red so quickly from embarrassment.

When I was 11 or 12 my parents use to go to a friend's home to play pinochle well into the night. One night I fell asleep on the family room couch and as luck would have it, wet myself. I thought it was bad enough when mom noticed when she woke me up, but she made my sister (5 years older) take off her panties and slip and I wore only that for the car ride home.

From then on any time we were over at their house there was a plastic tablecloth placed on the couch before I got to lay down and sleep. Their daughter (my age) always thought that I should be in diapers after that. She told me she thought I would look 'cute' wearing just a diaper and plastic pants.

As a bed wetter throughout most of my life I had embarrassing moments when I would find I wet myself. I don't know about others, but my issue is sleeping so soundly that I dream I am actually in the bathroom or restroom when I wet myself. In my 60's now and I still do it. But now I wear Comfortis 'Carefor' underwear with good success.

When I was in the depths of puberty I had to find a place to stash my stuff. I thought it would be pure genius to put my baby pants (I still fit in them) in my boxes of model airplane parts. Nobody would look there right? Well about a month or so later Mom came to me and said she moved the boxes to the basement. The look she gave me set the alarms off. So at my earliest opportunity I beat feet to the basement to assess the damage. Sure enough my stash was GONE!! I don't know what was worse, the loss or the embarrassment of being busted. Nothing was said. But I didn't need to have something said. I got it....

My mum never used powder on me. Just cream.

Yes I used to hate it when I was 10+ years old when my mom would always diaper me for the night with the bedroom door open for any or all of my 3 brothers to watch, see, smile, and point behind my mothers back watching me getting baby powder sprinkled on me and getting pinned into thick cloth diapers and had my plastic pants pulled up and tucked in all all the edges to protect against leaks. I usually wet at least 2 times every night so the bigger I got the more baby cloth diapers were used as stuffers in my larger prefolds diaper making them thicker as I got older and would wet more. This was bad enough at home but really embarrassing when we visited relatives or cousins homes when everyone knew I was in diapers. One night we stayed at friends of my parents and was put in a bedroom by myself thinking well maybe here the 3 boys we were visiting might not be clued into my diaper use but knew at least the parents knew because the bed had a plastic shower curtain on the bed under the sheets. Far more crinkly that the mattress protector on my bed at home but obviously it's what they had available to protect the bed. Worse yet I woke up soaked in the morning, pajamas wet, and about a 30" wet circle on the bed. I just imagined their reaction stripping the bed and taking about how smart they were to protect the mattress.