Thank The Lord For Diapers
THANK THE LORD FOR DIAPERS
One afternoon soon after my fifth birthday I found myself once being scolded by my mom for wetting my pants. I remember standing in front of the porch steps looking up at my mom who was on the porch.
She made me come into the house, all the while still scolding me. We had a chest of drawers in the living room where she kept towels and bedding.
She began taking my wet pants off. I remember wondering why she was doing this in the living room. After she stripped me from the waist down, she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pillow case.
She folded it into a diaper and pinned it on me. I was embarrassed and afraid, but found myself fascinated by the way the diaper looked and felt against my skin. I vaguely remembered her telling me that if I was going to act like a baby she was going to treat me like one.
Than she put me in the car and we drove down the block to my aunt an uncles house. She started teasing me in front of my aunt. My aunt laughed at me and called me baby names. Than my mom made me go outside in the yard to play.
I was terrified and embarrassed. Which was the whole point.
I sat on my cousins swing set. He was not home, luckily.
While I was sitting there an older girl came into the yard. This was the worst possible thing that could happen since I really liked this girl. She was my first realization of female beauty.
She sat on the swing next to me and began talking to me. I was so scared that I have no idea what she was saying.
I wanted to disappear.
I remember exactly what happened next.
She looks down at me and asks point blank, as she reaches down and lifts my shirt. "Are you wearing a diaper? Why are you wearing a diaper?" She began to laugh.
Then something incredible happened. I remember looking down at myself and mumbling that I put the diaper on to help keep me from slipping off the swing. But while I was muttering this, the mortal terror changed to intense pride and I looked up at her and smiled.
Actually I am sure that I was positively beaming. I loved being in a diaper in front of her. I jumped up and pulled my shirt up so she could see me in my full diapered glory.
Soon after that she left. I was running around the yard having a blast. I felt that I was tasting the forbidden fruit. IT WAS THE MOST INCREDIBLE EXPERIENCE I HAVE EVER HAD EVEN TO THIS DAY.
Then my mom called me into the house. She pulled me to her and began to take the diaper off. I panicked. I didn't want my diaper off ever. I wanted to protest but I was terrified of what she might do to me if she knew that I loved her punishment.
But in the end she threw me a bone. She removed one diaper pin and pushed me out in front to show off her handy work to my aunt. I stared straight into my aunt's face loving the mocking look and the laughing and calling me a baby. The diaper was gone and the incident was over.
Nothing happened for about two years. By that time we had moved to Elko Nevada.
Then one day I was looking at a Montgomery Wards catalog. I decided to look for adult sized diapers. I found a picture near the back of the catalog. I'll never forget, it was a small black and white picture of a fitted cloth diaper with Velcro fasteners and laying at an angle on top of it was a pair of rubber (plastic) pants. It was beautiful.
Soon after that I began going to my neighbors house and stealing there baby's rubber pants and wearing them to school. I would wear them until they would become so hot that I would have to go to the bathroom to take them off.
I was so afraid of getting caught that I would tear them off. This happened periodically until the neighbors moved.
The memories of all these events sustained me through some very tough times throughout my childhood and early adulthood.
Finally when I was twenty-eight years old the NEED to wear diapers again became unbearable and I finally got the courage to buy a package of Attends briefs.
I got them to my apartment and tore open the package. I was shaking just like I did the first time I kissed a girl.
I pulled a diaper out of the pack and began savoring the feel and the dizzying smell of my diaper. It was incredible. I was afraid that it was going to be a let down and I actually prayed to God about it. Up to then just about everything that I really looked forward to was anticlimactic.
I spread the diaper out and felt that I was going to pass out. I sat on it and as I wrapped the side around myself the plastic slid across my fingers. I still remember that feeling.
I finished fastening the diaper on and sat there relishing the very pronounced physical and emotional sensations.
It was even better than I had dreamed. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. I looked down at my diaper and I knew that they were a permanent part of me. I have been a full on diaper lover ever since.
I worry when I run low on diapers. I love going into stores to buy them. When people look and stare I turn the package so they get a good look and I look them right in the eye. I choose female checkers that I feel I have the best chance of getting any kind of reaction from.
Today I parade in front of my big picture window of my apartment in my diaper when ever cars go by or someone walks by. No one has said anything yet but I sure wish they would so I can tell them how much I love my diapers.
All of my friends know. I encourage them to talk about me to others. All I ask is that they put me in some kind of positive light.
I really believe that my diapers are a gift from God. The other alternative would be possible psychological damage from what my mom did to me on that far off incredible day so long ago. I remember it as though it was yesterday.
Diapers have literally saved my life during very rough times and I will never give them up. I dream of having an open casket funeral dressed in a nice jacket and tie and a cloth diaper and rubber pants.
I want the whole world to know how good a diaper feels.
I am not ashamed. There is nothing perverse or sexual about my diapers. Any thoughts otherwise come from other people, not me.
I love all the words that go with them. I like to call incontinence supply businesses and ask the women on the phone specific questions just to hear them say words like diapers and rubber pants, and how to put on a diaper.
I hope that you enjoyed my little story. DIAPERS RULE!!!
Signed; DiaperJim
Written By: Diaper Jim
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