Yes, I was a bedwetter until my late teens and wore diapers and rubber pants till I stopped before I finished high school. My bedwetting was known by most of our neighbors since we had all grown up together, a lot of large families and we all had sleepovers when we were younger. I was around 13 the last time I slept over at my friends home, and his mother diapered me before bed, as she had done many times in the past. My friend didn't wet his bed nor wear diapers, but since we had known each other since we were babies, he never teased me about my needing to wear diapers to bed. But that was also the age when I was starting to have erections and playing with myself under my diapers. I told my friend what I had been doing since he had been touching himself too. The last time we had a sleep over I had an erection when his mom was pinning my diapers on and she got a little mad, told me to behave myself. After she left we played with ourselves again, his mom found out and told my mom we couldn't have any more sleepovers until I was no longer wetting my bed, I was too old to be wearing diapers anymore and that I was masturbating in my diapers. Mom wasn't really mad at me, but did tell me I playing with my pee pee should be done in private because most people find it embarrassing to talk about.
We also had babysitters for a long time. Both my sister and I wet our beds much longer than most kids so when my parents went out on a weekend night they always called a babysitter, usually an older girl in our neighborhood who knew how to diaper us. Our last babysitter was Annie, who lived two houses down from us. She started sitting us when she was in high school and I was around 9 and my sister was 6. She was really nice, also cute, and I really like her. An hour or so before bedtime she would take us to our bedroom, help us undress, and diaper us. Mom had showed her exactly what to do, clean our privates, powder us and fold the diapers correctly, pin them on and pull the rubber pants on over our diapers. Annie seemed to like diapering us and played with us, tickled each of us until we almost peed before she pinned our diapers on. Annie was pretty much our only babysitter for the next few years, and I think I was around 15 or so the last time, so she was around 21, still in college. I know I was a little old to still have a babysitter, but both my sister and I were still wetting our beds and mom wanted to be sure we were properly diapered for bed. For the past year or so I had been having erections all the time when I was diapered and had been playing with myself nightly and again in the morning when I woke up in wet diapers and rubber pants. Annie had become a frequent fantasy for me when I played with myself, thinking of how good it felt when she touched my pee pee, cleaned me and powdered me. In time she put my sister to bed first and then me second. She'd help me undress, and get the diapers and rubber pants and then talk to about whether I had a girlfriend or did Iike girls. Of course I told her I liked girls, but was too afraid to ask one out, and was embarrassed about wearing diapers and wetting my bed. Annie told me I was cute and girls liked me if I gave them a chance and I shouldn't feel bad because I wet my bed. She told me she thought it was cute that I wore diapers and how much she liked babysitting us. Next she told me to take my undies off, but I knew I had an erection and my pee pee was no longer little. She could see it tenting my undies, smiled and told me she had seen boys dicks many times and not be embarrassed. She also told me I had a very nice pee-pee-she called mine pee pee, not dick, because I still needed diapers like a little boy. Annie asked me if I had ever touched girls boobs and I told her no. She said she wants me to touch hers so she unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and just had her bra on. I was so excited I could barely breath, as she reached behind to unhook her bra. She was beautiful, her boobs so full and round, her nipples erect and her areolas so wide, pink and puffy. I was in love. Annie took my hand, moved it to her breast and told me how nice it felt in my hand. I caressed her a little, put my lips to her nipple and began to suck gently. I was in heaven. Annie gently pushed my head back and told me what a nice boy I was, but it was time for her to diaper me. I knew I needed to calm down so she could diaper me, I did as I was told and Annie finished diapering me for the last time. She kissed me goodnight, a somewhat longer and wetter kiss than was necessary, and that was the last time I saw Annie until many years later when we ran into each other in a work situation. What happened then is for another time, but I will tell you she asked me if I remembered the last time she diapered me. Fortunately she said it softly so no one around could hear, but she did wink and smile as she asked.