I remember being diapered in cloth and Gerber plastic pants...I was 7 years old in 1951 when my Dad put me back into diapers. My mother was in the hospital for alcohol problems.. Our housemaid looked after me after school. After the first week when my Dad diapered me at bed time I was accepting being diapered, Then my Dad had to go out if town for ten days. At 8 pm Ruby our housemaid said it was time to get into my diaper, I was in shock! She reminded me that she did the laundry. Diapered I went off to sleep and woke up wet. The next night Ruby diapered me at 6 PM. After school she asked how I liked being diapered at 6 PM? I said yes. Ruby said fine I know what little boys want, would you like be diapered when you come home from school? I didn't say anything and went straight to my bedroom and got on the changing table. When Friday afternoon came Ruby said that I would be in diapers the whole weekend. I enjoyed every minute of it. At diaper changes she would let use the toilet to poop. How ever if I had to poop before a change I was to use the diaper. On Sunday morning after breakfast I messed my diaper at 9 AM and was told I would be changed until Noon. Beside the smell I enjoyed a messy diaper. When Dad came Ruby convinced him I should be diapered after school until the next morning and all weekend. I was in heaven for four months!