Diaper checks when a kid

My mom always asked but also always checked to verify. Even if I said I was wet she needed to see how wet and would tell me if I needed a change. I got to responding to the question "Are you wet ?" with silly lines like, "Just a little", to indicate that I did not want to be changed. She would check anyways.

Some times I would just say, "I don't need a change." I was checked anyways. It was important for my mom to reinforce the fact that as diaper wearer I had no independence and that she controlled everything. The question, "Are you wet?" or "Do you need a change?" was really not a question but a warning that I was about to be physically checked. After checking me she would tell me if and when I was going to be changed. Unfortunately, this exchange often happened in front of others.

Having to be in diapers past the "normal" age is hard. And having it made common knowledge, with references of any kind, just adds insult. It's hard on a young kids mind, and don't help your reputation either.

It's like the question many of us have heard, "Are you a baby, do you need a diaper?" Even if it was an empty threat, it was a killer when others where around.

I'm wondering, what kind of diaper you wore when this happened Robby? Were you wearing cloth, or disposable?

Just curious.

Usually my diapers were checked quite regularly, I was not given an option. I was told to stand still as my mother or father checked to see if I had an accident.

I think for parents the checks are to humiliate us into not wanting to wear diapers .. even though we maybe couldnt help it

Growing up in diapers 24/7 up to the age of 12 yrs old was rough. My mom tried to be discrete during diapers checks while out in public, and would always try to find a discreet place so she could change me.

I remember having my diaper checked. My mom would never ask and would just check me. Sometimes she'd pull the back of my pants and diapers, and other times she'd just pull down my pants all the way to get a look. She'd do this even in public, which was quite embarrassing as a six year old.

I remember my mom would always like to check my diaper she would ask me most of the time I would say no and then she would take a finger and pull open the back of the diaper. This is the main way or she would make me lay down and put my legs up and she would put a finger in down below to feel if I was wet or she could also see if I messed my diaper.

I remember growing up in diapers 24/7 way past the normal age and that i would be checked fequently when i was quite capable of knowing if i was wet or not, Sometimes, she would put her hand down the front of my pants to feel the front, other times my pants completely came down. i wasnt given an option. I think my Mom did it as a control thing or maybe she thought it would make me want to get out of diapers faster. I was happy when i finally stopped wearing day diapers at around 11 or 12 and i'm so glad our own kid is dry during the day and only has a bedwetting problem

Mom would just pull back my pjs and slip a finger down the front of my diaper. She slipped her hand down the front of my jeans to check my protective underpants. She didn't much care if anyone saw her do it.

I wore diapers full-time until I was about 5 and a half. I don't think I was ever asked if I needed to be changed. If I was playing outside my mom would simply yell out the front door for me to come home and get changed. Early 1960's cloth diapers left little doubt that you were wearing diapers under your clothes. If we were out somewhere, my mom would tell me to lay down on the back seat of the car, where she would procede to change me.

Only a couple times I think when it was meant to humiliate me. For example I got put in diapers because I wet my pants. Then they'd make a big deal out of it. "Come here.." "how come?" "I just want to check your diaper."

When I woke up in the morning with wet diapers it was pretty obvious!

My sisters and i wore diapers and plastic panties into our teens. Every night our mother would have us either pull down our pajama bottoms or pull up our nighties to make sure we were diapered and especially to make sure we had on plastic panties. My step brother had to start in diapers again at 13 because he wet the bed a couple times. She would diaper him at night and make sure he had on plastic panties. In the morning we all were asked if we had wet or were dry. After awhile the older girls --- 15 and 16, were allowed to diaper themselves. Me, my younger sister and step brother were changed either b y mom or my oldest sister. We wore diapers every night and during the day too. The only time they came off was Friday night which was punishment night. If we were scheduled for a spanking we had to take the plastic panties and diaper off and bend over for the strap.

Yeah, they checked me lots of times to see if i had accidents. They checked me to see if poop was in my under wear and diapers.

I had poop accidents lots of times and i peed my pants a little every day. I had a wet spot on my pants every day.

I wore nappies/diapers until I was a relatively big boy and I was very much aware that other kids wore big boy's pants. I was subjected regularly to checks that would involve having my bottom and front sniffed thoroughly, regularly and deeply, often while laid across a lap with my legs held up. I would often be called and told to stand still while my bottom or the seat of my pants would be pushed or felt for signs of poop and of course there was the pulling back of waist bands and poking of fingers into the leg cuffs of shorts to feel inside for wetness or solid matter! Even after I'd eventually progressed from nappies I still liked to hold back from pooping and as a result caused sometimes quite thick skid marks in my undies. I remember being checked most afternoons as soon as I got home from school, having to get my bottom smelled through my school trousers and if there was even a vague whiff of poop having those trousers taken down and if skid marks were found getting my bottom smacked and being made to sit on the toilet. Some of those 'checks' were witnessed by various school friends who visited for tea. I think that was done to try to humiliate me into not messing my pants and to get me to use the big toilet!

Diaper checks were quite common when we were growing up. My younger sisters and I all wet our beds and had to wear diapers and rubber pants at night. Our mom diapered all of us and in those days she only had cloth diapers which she pinned on and rubber pants. I'm three years older than the oldest of my sisters and didn't stop wetting my bed until I was 17. My sister stopped when she was 12. Until I was 15 all of us were diapered together which meant that since I was older and went to bed later than my sisters, I would be in diapers for a couple of hours before I went to bed and mom always checked to see if I had wet myself. She didn't really trust me to tell her the truth if I had wet, even when I was 15 or 16. So she would pull the back of my diapers out and put her hand down my bottom and other times she would put her hand all the way down the front of my diapers and rubber pants until she felt around my pee-pee and would tickle me a bit if I was wet. If I was a little wet she would change me again. Of course she checked my sisters' diapers all the time too and sometimes she told me to check my sister to see if she had wet herself. My sister always got a little embarrassed when I put my hand down the front of her diapers and rubber pants, especially if she had wet herself and I had to tell mom. When my sister finally stopped wetting her bed, she'd sometimes check my diapers and would tell mom rather gleefully if I had wet myself. When that happened I'd pretend to be mad at her for telling mom I had wet my diapers, but to be honest I liked when she checked me. Her hand felt nice under my wet diaper when she touched my pee-pee as she checked me and teased me that I was still a baby even though I was 16 or 17.

We often visited our cousins on weekends and they lived an hour or more from us so we all had to wear diapers and rubber pants on the drive because mom knew one or more of us would have accidents on long car rides. She was right of course, even when we were older. As long as I was diapered I never really made an effort not to go potty in my diapers, it felt so good when I wet myself. Usually the first thing that happened when we arrived was my aunt would check all of to see if our diapers were wet and if they were, mom and our aunt would escort us to my cousins' bedroom to change us. My aunts all had girls so I was the only boy in our extended family. I had one cousin who was the same age as me, and my aunt was always making comments around me and my cousin about my still wearing diapers and wetting them, especially as I got older, like 13-17, always pointing out her daughter had not needed diapers since she was 3. My aunts were also constantly afraid I would have accidents on their furniture, in fact one always put plastic cover over her furniture when we visited. So of course they would check my diapers constantly, or ask their daughters to check me. The older I was the more embarrassed I felt when one of them checked me or talked about me when I was around them. Inevitably I had to be changed before we left and my mom, my aunt, my sister and cousin, all the girls of course, would hang around as I was changed. I'd feel so ashamed when mom or my aunt pulled down my rubber pants, unpinned my wet diapers and exposed my pee-pee for everyone to see. Even worse, sometimes I got aroused as my mom wiped my pee-pee, powdered me and pinned a fresh diaper on. My aunt would often say boys had no control over themselves and how glad she was to only have girls. One time when I was 16 and we were visiting, my cousin told me she was sorry I had to wear diapers, that I must feel really bad about it and that she had always liked me. She even told me I had a nice pee-pee, that it was bigger than her boyfriends', and said she would change me if wanted her to.

Then there were times when we all had to wear diapers and rubber pants when we went to amusement parks. They were pretty far away, so we all had to be diapered in the car and when we arrived, mom would check all of us, including me when I was 17. Usually I had wet myself by then and mom would change me in the car. The fun events took all day so mom checked us often in the park in front of other people, even when I was older. If one of us was wet, generally all of us would be, and mom took us to a family restroom to change us. By 15, when my sisters no longer wore diapers, I still had to wear diapers and rubber pants during the car ride, but when we arrived she changed me and I didn't have to wear diapers in the park, but had to be diapered for the ride home.

When my mom would check me, she would pull my pants down and stick her finger into the leg of my diaper to see if I was wet and pat my bottom to see if I had messed or not. It never really bothered me. Just a consequence of being in diapers.

Diaper checking was never a warned experience with my mother. If you had a diaper on in my mother's home your diapers were her business. If you end up being changed don't be surprised if you are left in only your diaper and plastic pants.

I just want to add to my posts from a few years ago. As a child my mother would grab, diaper, desitin, powder and wipes and then just grab me and lead me to the bedroom for a change. She had a inclination that I had a accident and did not need to check.

Mom had one other little annoyance she inflicted on people in diapers. If by chance she found you needed changing she would strip you down to just your diaper and then change you.

The mother or caregiver can tell if someone is wet. It's a good thing because not everyone will let you know when they need a dry diaper. The mother or caregiver learns to pick up on cues when someone needs a dry diaper. With some people it's the look on their face or the way they walk. Other people may act embarrassed or uncomfortable. For a quick, easy diaper check I would look at the wetness indicator. I would also see if the diaper is snug or sagging. As the diaper gets wetter it will start to sag.

How would you handle this if he was wearing cloth diapers and rubber pants with no wetness indicator?

One of the tell tail signs that I was wet was that I started sucking my thumb, even when I was 7years old. After checking (see my first post), my mom would take me to my room and put me on the changing table that was there until I was 8. Before beginning to change me she would put a pacifier in my mouth and give me a stuffy or a toy to play with to keep my fingers out of my mouth. She thought it was very unsanitary to have my fingers in my mouth during a change. After the change I usually continued to keep the pacifier in my mouth and hold on to my stuffy.

I used to see a massage therapist every few weeks. I told her the first time I met her I wore diapers and rubber pants. She was fine with it so from then on I always arrived with wet diapers and rubber pants on underneath my trousers along with a diaper bag with a fresh diapers, plastic pants, powder and wipes. She'd help me disrobe, lay me down and remove my diapers and baby pants, wipe me and proceed with a massage. Once while she left the room to get some warm towels, I started sucking my thumb. I don't know why, but I guess I just felt so vulnerable. When she returned, she notice I was sucking my thumb. I heard her giggle. She came to me, told me it was bad for my teeth to suck my thumb, took my feet and lifted my legs up to spank my bottom. She told me that was for sucking my thumb like a baby and told me it was time to diaper her baby. I loved her so much at that point, but kept sucking my thumb. She was dressed only in her bra and panties, and asked me if I would like to nurse instead of sucking my thumb. Well, I was thrilled, excited and suddenly hungry. She lifted her breast out of her bra, took her nipple and place between my lips for me to suckle. It didn't take long before I was stiff. She noticed, told me I wasn't old enough for that, and encouraged me to continue to nurse. After I finished she wiped, powdered, pinned my diapers on and pulled up my rubber pants. From that time on, I sucked my thumb every time we had a session.