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My Grandpa took this picture when I went out to play with my dog. My diaper is obvious under my black German leather shorts. He didn't say a thing. I loved my Grandpa.
My most distant memories go back to my earliest childhood. I must have been seven or eight years old. The eldest of four and according to my health log book, was dry at night at 26 months and had no problem with bed-wetting.
My most distant memories go back to my earliest childhood. I must have been seven or eight years old. The eldest of four and according to my health log book, was dry at night at 26 months and had no problem with bed-wetting.
On the other hand, my first 18 months younger sister did wet the bed when asleep and wore diapers until she turned 11. At the end of the 1950s, in France, disposable diapers were unknown. She wore a thick flannel diaper, hourglass shaped, attached on each side with safety pins covered by a pair of cream-colored waterproof pants closed by snaps on each side made of rubberized canvas.
On the other hand, my first 18 months younger sister did wet the bed when asleep and wore diapers until she turned 11. At the end of the 1950s, in France, disposable diapers were unknown. She wore a thick flannel diaper, hourglass shaped, attached on each side with safety pins covered by a pair of cream-colored waterproof pants closed by snaps on each side made of rubberized canvas.
We slept in the same room, in small wooden beds made by Dad. I was envious, almost jealous, of the attention she received when Mum diapered her before going to bed and when she took off her wet diaper in the morning. I do not have a precise memory of what led to my first experience, but I suppose that little by little appeared or rather reappeared in me a desire to wear diapers that had never fully left me.
We slept in the same room, in small wooden beds made by Dad. I was envious, almost jealous, of the attention she received when Mum diapered her before going to bed and when she took off her wet diaper in the morning. I do not have a precise memory of what led to my first experience, but I suppose that little by little appeared or rather reappeared in me a desire to wear diapers that had never fully left me.
One evening I asked her to lend me her diaper to see what it felt like. I remember this wonderful thickness and softness surrounding my lower abdomen and the pleasure of closing the waterproof pants snaps and then eagerly stroking the front with my hands. I would have loved to wear them all night, but I had to give them back before falling asleep as it would have been very difficult to explain the next morning the reason for my sister’s-soaked bed. Reluctantly, I had to give her diapers back.
One evening I asked her to lend me her diaper to see what it felt like. I remember this wonderful thickness and softness surrounding my lower abdomen and the pleasure of closing the waterproof pants snaps and then eagerly stroking the front with my hands. I would have loved to wear them all night, but I had to give them back before falling asleep as it would have been very difficult to explain the next morning the reason for my sister’s-soaked bed. Reluctantly, I had to give her diapers back.
A little later, on a Sunday afternoon, my second sister's plastic pants having started to tear had been thrown away in our bedroom’s wastepaper basket. I picked it up and put it on over a folded hand towel as a makeshift diaper under my leather short , when, with my sisters, we played “Mommy and Daddy”, it is easy to guess the role I played, I kept it all day and went out to play with my dog, every body could see I was the baby in our games.
A little later, on a Sunday afternoon, my second sister's plastic pants having started to tear had been thrown away in our bedroom’s wastepaper basket. I picked it up and put it on over a folded hand towel as a makeshift diaper under my leather short , when, with my sisters, we played “Mommy and Daddy”, it is easy to guess the role I played, I kept it all day and went out to play with my dog, every body could see I was the baby in our games.
In August 1962 we were on vacation in Vendee (West Atlantic coast of France North of Bordeaux), my baby brother had just turned one, my first sister still wet the bed and wore diapers at night. One night my second sister, who was seven, had very runny stools and had started pooping her pants. Mom put her back in diapers for a couple of days.
In August 1962 we were on vacation in Vendee (West Atlantic coast of France North of Bordeaux), my baby brother had just turned one, my first sister still wet the bed and wore diapers at night. One night my second sister, who was seven, had very runny stools and had started pooping her pants. Mom put her back in diapers for a couple of days.
I was the only one not in diapers and the thought made me sick. My craving for being diapered like them was so strong, I had butterflies in my stomach, I cried silently in the dark, it was so painful and unfair!
I was the only one not in diapers and the thought made me sick. My craving for being diapered like them was so strong, I had butterflies in my stomach, I cried silently in the dark, it was so painful and unfair!
It was probably one or two years later, we must have been ten. One of my friend Robert from the neighborhood came to stay with us for a few days his parents being away. He caught a bad bout of diarrhea and my mum put him back into diapers for a couple of days. Once again seing someone else, especially my same age friend, upset me a lot, my stomach was hurting, I was envious to the point of being almost sick. Had I known then how to give myself diarrhea, I would have done it straight away. I spent the two days looking for ways and excuses to touch his diaper, the smell did not seem to bother me the least. I do not remember during the time he was in diaper, him asking to go to the toilet to pee. I do remember, the number of times I wrestled with him to have and to feel his diaper against me and touch it under the plastic pants, that it was very often wet.
It was probably one or two years later, we must have been ten. One of my friend Robert from the neighborhood came to stay with us for a few days his parents being away. He caught a bad bout of diarrhea and my mum put him back into diapers for a couple of days. Once again seing someone else, especially my same age friend, upset me a lot, my stomach was hurting, I was envious to the point of being almost sick. Had I known then how to give myself diarrhea, I would have done it straight away. I spent the two days looking for ways and excuses to touch his diaper, the smell did not seem to bother me the least. I do not remember during the time he was in diaper, him asking to go to the toilet to pee. I do remember, the number of times I wrestled with him to have and to feel his diaper against me and touch it under the plastic pants, that it was very often wet.
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