I am just wondering at what age did you finally learn you were not the only one who wore diapers for fun and how did you find out?
I was first put back into diapers as punishment at age 6. It only happened one time and after my parents divorced, my diaper desires began to increase. I finally learned at at 16 there were others after finding a magazine called Club that belonged to my father. There was a letter from a 23 year old women who had enjoyed diaper wearing and wetting since the age of 13. It is my favorite letter to this day. Here is the letter entitled Diapered Delights.
Sir: I have avidly read all your letters over the past year, particularly those about people who are into the same game as I am. Namely, diapers and pants wetting, something I have been into for the past 10 years since the age of thirteen. The events leading to the start of my fetish were quite interesting.
About ten minutes before school was over I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and she said there wasn't time. Anyway, I thought I could hold it. But on the way home there was an auto accident and the bus took forever. By the time I got off the bus I thought I was going to burst. I started to run the six hundred yards to my house but about half way there I lost control and soaked my pants.
By the time I got into the house my mother was in an awful mood. She had been trying to toilet train my four year old sister and was having no luck at all and had been cleaning up puddles all over the house. She was also angry about getting home late and wasn't going to listen to any excuses. When she saw me in my wet pants she became furious. She said she had just put my sister back into diapers because she had wet her pants and the same thing was going to happen to me. She ordered me to my room and told me to remove my wet pants.
I was sitting on the bed, naked from the waist down, when she entered holding four diapers and a pair of my sister's plastic pants. My sister needed the largest size and I was only fifty two pounds, so the pants would fit.
My mother powered me and pinned the diapers on. Then, as she started to slide the baby pants up my legs, she told me not to remove the diapers or pants until morning and that if I did she would make me wear them to school with a very short skirt so that everyone would know.
I did however try my damnedest not to wet them. But after four hours I was jumping up and down trying no to go. I finally decided it was senseless to try and fight it because it was only six-thirty and I had another twelve hours to go. So I sat down and wet my diapers.
When bedtime rolled around, instead of putting on my pajamas in front of the TV like I ususally did I went to my bedroom and closed the door. When I had taken off my clothes, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My vision immediately zeroed in on the dark, wet stain in the crotch of the diaper beneath the pink plastic of the baby pants. I rubbed myself there and found the warm, soggy bulkiness between my legs was causing a not uncomfortable condition. I lay back on my bed and rubbed myself quite vigorously through he diapers. The next thing I knew, I experienced what I think was my first orgasm. I put on my pajamas and was then sent to bed.
Just as I put the light out and crawled beneath the covers my mother came in. She must have figured I was wet and she came over to me talking to me as if I were a baby. She pulled down my pajama bottoms and slipped her fingers beneath the elastic on the baby pants leg to "see if I needed changing." She left the room and shortly returned with four dry diapers and then proceeded to change me, all the while pretending I was a baby.
After she left I lay in bed and really missed the warm, soggy diapers bundled between my legs. So I purposely wet my pants before I went to sleep. The next morning, as promised, I was allowed to remove the diapers.
The experience and the pleasant feelings created by the wet diapers stuck with me. The next week I had another "accident" and my mother did the same thing again. From then on, I would purposely wet my pants at least once a week so that my mother would diaper me. As I got older and larger, she bought me some adult sized plastic pants.
About three years ago I moved into my own apartment and as I was packing I came across three pair of plastic pants I had and packed them. As I went to my apartment I stopped at a drug store and bought myself four dozen of the 21' x 40" baby diapers.
That night I diapered myself and went about my work dressed only in the diapers and waterproof pants. Before I went to bed, I changed myself and purposely wet my diapers again, then masturbated and fell asleep.
Now I wear diapers to bed every night and frequently during the day when I'm home alone. I've been training myself to be a bed wetter and wet my pants in my sleep. To do this, I purposely drink a lot of liquid and take a strong sleeping pill. I'm getting to the point now where I don't need as much liquid or the pills and yet I wet my diapers about four nights a week.
I recently became engaged and have told my fiance that I am a chronic bed wetter and that I have to wear diapers and plastic pants to bed. He doesn't know it is a sexual stimulant for me but after we're married I'm sure he will figure it out.
Name and address heldheld upon request.
Let's hear from others as to when you first learned you were not alone and how did you find out.