Cloth diapers after potty training.

I am just curious with those of us that wore cloth diapers as kids in the 50's an 60,70's when you were potty trained and suppose to be done with diapers what did our mothers do do with your diaper stash?were they given away,thrown in the trash,donated to charity,sold,or perhaps burned as a mommy party farewell to diapers?kept in storage to give you later in life?used as dust rags to clean house?

I think mine became rags... All gone long ago. 8-(

I honestly don't remember. I had lots of younger cousins, so I'd guess that my mother gave them to my aunts to use with their kids. And if so that would be kind of funny--one of my very first experiences as a kid that made me aware of loving diapers was when I used to visit one set of cousins. The youngest was a two-year-old girl and I used to go in their bathroom, close the door, lift off the lid, and smell the wet diapers in her diaper pail. Maybe they were originally mine?

My little sister got most of mine. The ones that were still good were passed on to our cousins.

I do remember washing our cars with old worn diapers. They were soft and would hold a lot of soapy water.

If they were not so expensive I wouldn't mind having some around the house for cleaning today.

Passed on to my sister and then used as cleaning rags

I believe my diapers went to my sister who was 16 months younger than me.i do remember seeing cloth diapers on neighborhood clotheslines every day.

Mine went for rags mostly, I guess. I can remember watching my mom wash windows with diapers. How hard is that on a young diaper lover ??? If not used as rags, they would have gone to my cousins, or to the trash. Had I know they were in the trash... I'd have been in there! No idea what happened to my plastic pants, trash probably.

I grew up in the 50's. I rediscovered my original baby diapers in an old cedar chest that was in the basement. They had been stashed away for 10 years. It was a treasure chest of a find, perhaps I knew they were there, but at age ten I developed an attraction for all things diaper. The chest was raided and I once again wore my old diapers. There were old baby clothes in there too, even a nice plastic lined short set, too bad only the diapers fit.

With four brothers and sisters after me, the cloth diapers were around for a long time after me. Even after all of us were done with potty training Mom kept them safely put away. Her grandkids even used them when they came over and had an accident. Now with great grandchildren around, I suspect those diapers are still stashed away for those unexpected diaper emergencies.

My mother used the cloth diapers as cleaning cloth, for dusting and polishing wood furniture.

Me and my two younger sisters wore cloth diapers until we stopped wetting our beds. Since I didn't stop until I was 17 and my sister was 12 when she stopped we had a lot of cloth diapers in our closet, larger ones since my sister and I needed them for so long. Over the years some were used as cleaning rags and dust clothes as they wore out and mom bought more as needed. When none of us needed diapers any longer, mom stored them in our closet. Even though I no longer wet my bed, I had developed a kind of emotional dependency on wearing diapers, I found them sexually arousing, my mom was aware of this because we had discussed it a few times when she noticed stuff on my penis and diapers from playing with myself, so she let me wear diapers whenever I wanted when I was home from college on holidays. When I left home for good, I took an entire box full of mostly Curity diapers and Gerbers plastic pants and diaper pins with me. I continued to wear them until the diapers were basically worn out. The rubber pants unfortunately wore out sooner and were harder to replace. I had to get them from medical supply places and they were rather surprised when I showed them the diapers I was still wearing.

I was back in terry cloth diapers nightly between 10/11 and 15/16. I remember my diapers being used as rags once I didn’t need them any longer.

My guess, because I was one of the older kids in my parent's circle of friends, is that they were given to my aunt or friends for use on their toddlers.

I went back into cloth diapers later, but we bought all new ones. I don't think I would have fit in those anyway. As I got older I think the smaller diapers and baby pants got handed down as the other kids grew up too.

I was the oldest in our family so my nappies and baby pants where passed down to my brothers and sisters. But as I was abed wetter until i was 9 or 10 my mother had bigger nappies and baby pants for me. I think they where thrown out after she was sure I was staying dry at night

The cloth diapers in my household were first used by my older sibling, then for a time the two of us, then after that my younger sibling and I, then only him. I was about nine years old when I found a big bag with all those precious diapers just calling my name. I snatched a couple, but eventually my mom got rid of them - too bad, but by that point, I was, psychologically speaking, very much back in diapers. Here I am 50 or so years later, still there!

There was always a decent supply of them stacked up in the cupboard and ready to be used until I turned 8. Once I was no longer wearing them, they slowly made their way to the garage where they were became cleaning cloths and rags. It didn’t happen suddenly like "today’s the day my son will no longer wear nappies!" It was more like whenever my mum did a major clean of my room she’d take the worst looking ones and add them to the rags. I think she just couldn’t bring herself to have nothing in reserve in case of an emergency. I think by 10 they’d all gone from the cupboard and most of those that were rags had been thrown out.

I don't know what my mother did with the diapers she would pin on me for bed time. All I know is that I was almost ten years old before I stopped wetting the bed...IT was always sort of a ritual she went through preparing me for bed time. I remember laying naked on the bed while she lifted my legs put a thick night time diaper under me, powdered me between my legs....pinned them in place and then the plastic panties.

All my siblings had already been potty trained...they all knew I was diapered...and now I relive those memories, still wake up wet every morning, my cloth diapers soaked and the crinkle of plastic panties when I walk across the house.

The smell of pee follows me and I have accepted the fact that I have returned to those embarrassing times...sopping wet, smelling of pee and cloth diapers always soaking being prepped for washing.

Now though, I can't sleep without them and am afraid of wetting the bed so every night I am pinned back in diapers.

Right now? I need to be changed.

I remember helping my parents move about 12 years ago. I came across a very large heavy box tuck in the corner of a closet. So I opened and saw that it was nothing but white cotton towels so I thought.

I asked my mom if she needed these anymore. She asked me if I knew what they where, and replied towels. She nodded her head and said those where you kids diapers. I wasn't surprised that she kept them all those years for whatever reason.

I knew mom used nothing but cloth diapers looking at old photos from the late 60s and early 70s. I have no memories of being in cloth diapers or even my younger brother.

I do remember seeing the pink diaper pail and potty training chair that sat in the bathroom until they remodeled the house. I have no idea what happened to cloth diapers since their move.

I'll echo @TG-Liz . . . recently had to (unfortunately) clean my mom's house out and found a lot of old stuff that was the nexus of some of my varied experiences and interests.

I was the youngest and potty trained before my second birthday, my mom was very frugal and I am sure she used my diapers for cleaning rags. The plastic pants were probably kept until I was three. I know I had clear plastic pants from photos of me when I was eighteen months old.

I came from a 6 kid family. From the classic cloth diaper plastic pants era of the 50s and 60s. With our gang and our cousins, diapers and rubber pants were everywhere all the time.

I was 9 when my little brother was born so he was out of diapers when I was 11. I remember Mom stashed the diapers away in an old dresser. It was odd that the diapers were kept, but not the rubber pants. ???.

Anyways I came across them while snooping around as kids do. When my little brother wet the bed several times, the diapers came out and back into service. It was funny that the diaper threat/punishment of bedtime diapers cured him almost overnight. 🤣.

It wasn’t long afterwards that I took his baby pants for myself and a couple of the family diapers and began my lifelong love of “diapers and rubber pants…..