Memories of diapers

I have a good memory back to about when I was 3. I was sick a lot and my mom would diaper me with cloth and pants and I can still remember that. It has most likely been one of the driving forces behind my loving to wear diapers!

I have a few memories going back then too. I can remember having my night diapers pined on me, I was about 3, I guess. I also vividly remember wearing my plastic pants on my head 😄 Don't know what that was about, but I'd run through the house yelling rubber pants, rubber pants! Maybe I was trying to sell them??? I think my sister encouraged me to do that 😄

I remember doing a poo in my nappy when I was about 2. The memory of that event definitely had an impact on my feelings towards nappies today.

My interest in diapers extends back to some of my earliest memories. I remember being a toddler and being in the same room as my brother when my mother was changing his diaper. I guess I make some comment, and the next thing I knew, she was diapering me, and put me to bed. I was in heaven, but she was not happy at all, and I remember later that night my father coming into my room and taking the diaper off of me. I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4.

I do not remember my life while still in diapers or potty training. I do however clearly remember being pinned into a cloth diaper at age six for going to the bathroom outside. The biggest part of the punishment was being pushed out the front door so the neighbors could see me wearing nothing but the diaper.

You would think this kind of punishment would have had steered me away from diapers. Just the opposite as I became more attracted to them as I grew. It is strange how the brain works and I just accept the fact that part of mine is broken, while other parts are perfectly normal.

I've been inteterested of plastic panties and diapers since i was about 6 years old. It was a neighbor girl who introduced me by having her old old panties and some diapers left. She put it on to me and it felt like heaven. Since then I have used diapers but mostly only plastic panties under my clothes. It feels so good out in public. I can feel the plastic and "hear the sound" when walking but no one can see it.

I ramember finding some terri lined plastic pants when I was about 5. I put them on and was mesmorized bi the naughti feeling. I remember forcing miself to wet them and later being asked about wet plastic pants in the closet- it was a profound experience

I was in a car wreck when I was 9 and had both legs in casts from top to toe. I was diapered in the hospital and when I got home my Mom kept the diapers on me 24/7 to keep the casts clean and dry. It was 3 months before I was well enough to learn to walk again, but I wore diapers at night from then on.

I guess that set the fetish in place real good!

I can recall being diapered at 3 1/2 by my dad while my mom diapered my sister (age 2) and him commenting that we were getting too old to wear diapers to bed. I then had to wear diapers on a family camping vacationat age 7. I don't know if my diaper fetish started from my recall of the early diapering, the vacation diapering or both.

I've always worn them to bed so those memories all run together. I guess the youngest time I remember wearing them would also be the youngest age I remember sleeping.

I have a very vivid memory of the summer before Kindergarten,of my mom putting me back in diapers...

Im sitting on the couch angry at her and asking why...but, then i have another accident and she's like "thats why"... 😳

In my mind, the touching of old baby diapers are much better than that of now.

I hate the clothe-like outer cover >😢

Other than my teen bedwetting years the only time I remember I was probably around 5 years old at my grandmothers house and wet my pants , she didnt have any extra clothes for me so she put me in a cloth diaper , I will never forget that day, the memory is still as clear as it happened that day.

I have a few memories, but I have one vivid one. I'm maybe 3 playing outside our house. I'm kind of hiding around the corner of the house. While I'm there I'm filling my pants. Not diapers I think.

I have no memory of my diaper wearing/changing years. do not know if was potty trained early and that is why or what. All I do remember is around age of 5-6 wanting to wear diapers again and that urge is still as strong as ever.

I am in my 60's and have to wear diapers again because nerve damage. Having to wear diapers again has brought back old memories of liking to wear diapers when still a little kid. I do love having to wear diapers again and feel that is a good thing for me now, psychologically. Since I don't have a choice. 😉

I remember vividly my nappies as i wore till i was 4 in the day and was 9 or so at night cloth and plastic pants my mother refer ed to them as rubber pants but clearly recall the droplets of wee on the inside of my semi clear pants

I was put back in diapers by my aunt when I was 11 for bedwetting and wetting my pants. I hated it at first, but then got used to it, and begin to like it.

I have lots of memories of shame from accidents, mostly from being too shy to tell anyone, sometimes even my (kind and patient) parents, that I had to go. I'd be 4, 5 or 6. It happened a lot at school. I'd be in terrible discomfort, and gradually lose control and wet, usually not all the way but often enough to show. I was a little bit wet a lot of the time.

I have lots of later memories of waking up wet, I'd be 5 or 6 to as late as 8 and even once or twice at 9. I can practically feel it now -- I'd be cold, and there'd be the familiar smell, and I'd know what it was going to feel like to have to tell my mom. (Or, worst memories of all, my camp counselor.) And I'd try to find a dry spot to go back to sleep in for the rest of the night in pjs that were soaked in clammy pee from my knees to my chest. I would cuddle up in the blankets to try to warm my wet clothes up with my body heat...

I have no memories at all of being diapered.

I can only remember one time being diapered as a child. I was probably 4 or 5. I had been toilet trained before 3 so it was unusual circumstances. I remember being sick. I must have vomitted or messed or wet myself because I remember my mom taking all of my clothes off of me, bathing me and taping one of my brother's disposables on me. I didnt protest at all and absolutely loved the feeling of the thick, '80s style disposable diaper. I just remember feeling so comfortable after much discomfort.

Ohhh yeah I remember the time i stole a baby diaper from the trash when i was about 3. Of course i wasn't very smart at the time, but i had picked up a WET one [Nice] and it was the BIGGEST bulge ever! My mom said, ”Son what are you wearing?” I replied,”It's just my underwear mommy!” When I got home I put the gushy diaper in a metal box. [still smells like diaper!] My parents [of course] found out and they asked me if I wanted to act like a baby. I said, no.

I potty trained super early so I only have two real diaper memories. Once my Mom came home from grocery shopping. In one of the bags I found a box of plastic pants I knew were for me. I also remember sitting in my room and looking down at my plastic pants. I noticed the war they curled up and touched up by my belly button, and the vent holes on both sides. Wish I had more memories.

I remeber i was 5 and take one diapers of my cousin. She was 3 i think and i peed in it. It was so god feeling 😄

My sister is just over a year younger than me. She was still wearing diapers and one night, age late 3 or early 4, I asked mom if she would diaper me too. To my surprise she did and I have a pretty clear memory of the event.

I know I wanted her to do it again but she never did. Makes me wonder if this was the trigger that set me up to being a DL. I also recall watching my younger brothers and cousins being diapered and wishing it were me.

I now wear diapers most of the day and every night. While I never wet at night as a child, I now wet nearly every night and diapers have become a necessity.

I have a single memory of diapers. I remember myself standing infront of my mirror in my room looking at myself and being frustrated that my diaper tapes were somehow diggin into my skin.

I was 5 and started to bed wet. I was taken for a med exam and then one evening shortly after, Mom reintroduced me to cloth diapers and plastic panties. The first few nights I hardly slept but soon discovered that being in diapers was better than being in a wet bed.That went on for 3-4 years.

The only thing I remember from my playing with diapers is how fun it is to drown them and the number of diapers that were forced to sacrifice their lives and be drowned and enclosed by my magnificent butt that slowly squeezed them to death to give me as good a life as possible even when I have been sitting on them. Diapers have a short life.

When I was four or five I developed hay fever and I suspect on the advice of a practical nurse my mother gave me a laxative several times during the summer cloth diapers being applied and I remember vividly waking up in the morning with a mess in my diapers but have no recollection of actually going in my diapers. I also remember my emotional attachment to the experience, and when I asked for diapers to wear at night again the whole thing abruptly came to a stop. But the memories and desire lingered. I relate to those moments when I wear diapers to bed and dream about it all. However now I don't have to long for the days, just recreate them.

I can remember lying in my crib-bed (a regular bed with crib bars on the side to keep me from falling out) and watching my mom pull a cloth prefold up between my spread legs. I'm pretty sure I was three years old, as by then I was wearing diapers only at bedtime. I often role-play in this memory when I diaper myself. Unfortunately, it's only a fragment of a memory. I can't remember the pinning or the plastic pants going on.

These days, a kid who still wets the bed at three years of age ends up in Pull-Ups or GoodNites, but it wasn't all that long ago that the only nighttime protection for a kid was a diaper. As a parent to two potty-trained kids, I have a hard time imagining either of them lying down for a full-service diapering at age three, but those of us who were born in the 70's and earlier had to do that -- pins, plastic pants, and all. My sister was in them well into age four, which provided me the opportunity I needed to sneak a diaper every now and then (I was six when I began indulging my diaper desires).

How could I forget. I was a bedwetter until 12 and was in cloth diapers and plastic pants every night.