I was the youngest in a family that included two sisters a couple of years older than me. I was a bedwetter well into my teen years and wore diapers and rubber pants to bed every night from around the age of eight. Aparantly at eight years old my mother and older sisters were fed up with the dirty laundry I created most nights. I remember clearly my mother measuring my waist, ect., to make diapers and rubber pants. After a couple of days of sewing, and sending me back to a sort of hardware store a couple of times for cloth, elastic, and plastic, she was finished.

Calling me into her sewing room, she handed me diapers she had made by cutting up a mattress protector and sewing it into layers. Piled on top of the diapers were clear plastic pants she had made, and two safety pins. She handed me my "didies" as she called them, and told me to go to my room and put them on, and return when I was done. I spread out the diaper, sat on it, pulled it up between my legs, and pinned it on as best I could. I then pulled the plastic pants on, which were probably two sizes larger than they needed to be. Over these, I pulled on my pajama bottoms which really puffed out. I walked (more likely waddled) back to her room. My sisters were in their room as I walked by and quickly came out to follow me, remarking about the crackling plastic pants.

Once back in the sewing room, my mother lowered my pajama bottoms and the voluminous plastic pants and re-pinned the diapers while my sisters watched. Telling my sisters that my new didies should save on the wash, she then turned to me and said I should feel embarrassed having to wear diapers at my age and hoped that it could remain a secret. I knew that it wouldn't since my sisters had told some of my friends that I was a bedwetter when they were angry with me. To try to humiliate me further into stopping the bedwetting, my mother told me that whenever I woke in the morning with wet diapers, I was to wash the diapers and plastic pants out and hang them on the line before I went to school, and could take them down when I came home for lunch (we lived across the street from the school).

Only on one occasion (when I was around 10 or 11) did I have to wear anything to school. I dawdled one morning and didn't have time to wash out the diapers and plastic pants. In a fit of anger over my continued bedwetting, which my mother was sure I could control and was just being lazy, she told me to go upstairs and put on the plastic pants over my underwear. I pleaded with her not to make me do that but she insisted. I pulled the wet diapers from inside the plastic pants (I used to just pull the diapers and plastic pants off without unpinning them) and pulled the plastic pants back on over my underwear, and then pulled my pants on.

When I returned downstairs, I went to the kitchen to get my books and leave. As I was laeving with my sisters, my mother called me over and told me to pull down my pants so she could check to make sure I had the plastic pants on. My sisters laughed at me when they saw what I was wearing. I pleaded with my mother one last time but she was insistant that I pull my pants back up and go to school dressed that way. Thankfully, they made little noise when I walked, but I was concerned that I would smell later in the day since they were still damp inside from the wet diapers. I made it through the morning okay at school, so I guessed no one noticed. Awhile before luch while changing classes I passed my sister in the hall, who said a little louder than a whisper that I smelled like I needed to be changed. She then laughed and hurried off.

When I returned home for lunch, my mother said I could take them off but would have to "restart the day" by going back to my room, putting on the still wet diapers, plastic pants, and my pajamas and returning downstairs to await further instructions. To this day I still feel a special thrill if I put on wet diapers and plastic pants. She had me remove the pajama bottoms, plastic pants, and unpin the diapers right there, get washed up, put on clean underwear and redress. I had to wash out the diapers and plastic pants and hang them on the line before returning to school. My sisters, who were on a different lunch hour, arrived home just in time to see me hanging up my didies. Like many girls do, they brought home another girl with them who saw me hanging them up. I didn't answer when she asked if they were mine. Of course my sisters had already told her about my bedwetting so she knew they were mine and was just embarrassing me as had other friends of theirs from time to time.

I wore diapers and plastic pants every night well into my teen years. It became something that was talked about only occasionally since I guess by this time it was obvious that I wasn't going to stop anytime soon. I didn't wet every night, but to be on the safe side, I preferred to wear them rather than having to wash sheets which was much harder. I was allowed to hang the diapers and plastic pants on a rack in my room to dry after a few years of haning them outside. My mother didn't make many diapers and plastic pants, about a dozen or so, during the "early years." By the time I was a teenager, the diapers and "bloomer" style plastic pants were from Sears. The plastic pants were similar to what she made, but the diapers had a plastic panel built in and weren't as comfortable as hers. Since I was earning money doing summer jobs, I had to buy my own diapers, plastic pants, and plastic to cover the mattress. My first orgasm happened when I was wearing diapers, which I'm sure has led to my fetish.

A few othe things come to mind as I write this. I also remember going to a psychiatrist because of my fighting with my sisters, because of "soiling" (I had to wear diapers during the day most of one summer becuase of this.) and the bedwetting. As a matter of fact, I avoided the draft in 1968 when I was 19 because of the psychiatrist-he was an anti-wart advocate and sent records of my sessions with him and he must have made it sound like I had the soiling and bedwetting at that time rather than two or three years earlier.