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Egg ......No, I don't mind wearing nappies at night, I need them, and it's better than waking up in a wet bed, but I don't want to be treated like a baby during the day! ... I don't remember ever going a night without a nappy; it would feel a bit weird, I suppose, and I would be afraid to go to sleep in case I wet the bed. I feel warm and safe when I have a nappy on. I know all my friends are out of them, and so I keep very quiet about it. ...No, not disposables, real nappies; the big square towelling ones and plastic pants to put on over them. I only wear a disposable if we are going on a long journey. Mum says disposables are bad for the environment, and they tend to leak during the night. She uses cloth for little Sis as well. Don't like them much, they're heavy and bulky, and I'm only ever wet, never dirty.... Well, yes, nearly every night... She puts them on me last thing before bed, unless they're going out when she nappies me about tea-time, along with little Sis, because I really don't want the sitter to do it. I then spend the evening watching television with the sitter, and both of us trying to ignore my nappy. Mum usually changes me when they come back.... They often check me during the night anyway if they need to change little Sis, and sometimes I need a change too. I don't often ask for one because I'm too sleepy, but Mum just puts a hand into my pants, and if she feels my nappy is wet she pulls the bedclothes down and changes me. It is so routine I hardly wake up. Once or twice the sitter has insisted on checking my nappy when I go to bed, but I hate that. She asks me if I am wet, then puts her finger up the leg-elastics of my pants to make sure I'm telling the truth, but I don't normally wet during the day. So far the sitter has never had to change me. Once when Mum and Dad were out for the afternoon, the sitter came in carrying a nappy and pants and asked me if I still wore nappies during the day. I told her very firmly I did not, but she said there were fresh nappies laid out for Sis and me and she didn't want any accidents. I think Mum had put them out for us for the night. The sitter insisted on nappying me there and then on the carpet, and told me I would be safer and more comfortable that way. What a cheek of her! Mum just laughed when she came back and saw me sitting there in a nappy. At least I was dry. Dad doesn't seem to mind that I still wear nappies at night. I usually go to kiss him goodnight when I am ready for bed, and he never comments, although he sometimes pats me on the bottom to make sure I'm well padded-out. He does insist I wear one when we travel, though. He says he can't always stop for me to go and pee, and it saves an accident on the car seat. I dread it when I am all dressed up ready to go and then Mum calls me upstairs as it means Dad has decided I have to wear a nappy on the journey, and so I'll be reduced to a sort of babyhood for that day. Sometimes when Sis is wet, they pull into a lay-by and change both of us on the back seat. I hate that. I would much rather sit there in a soggy nappy than be changed in public. Sometimes I've even wet on purpose rather than make Dad angry by asking to stop for a pee; I always seem to want to pee at a bad moment. When we went to France last year, I wasn't allowed to stay in the car while we crossed on the ferry, and I had to go up into the ship's lounge with a nappy on under my dress. I felt everyone could see it. At one point Mum even leant over and pulled it up because she said it was drooping. I felt my cheeks burning. They finally changed Sis and me on the back seat of the car halfway through France. No ceremony, they just pulled the wet one off me wiped me down and slipped a new one straight under and taped it up despite my protests. I wasn't given the chance to go to the toilet, and so by the time we reached the villa, I was soaked through again. Mum didn't say a thing; she just changed us and put us to bed. That was horrible. I thought they might keep me in nappies for the whole time, day and night, like Gran would, but they didn't. No, the holiday was great apart from that... They let me stay up late at night, as long as I took a nap during the afternoon, as everybody seemed to do. Yes, I was nappied for that of course, but I hardly ever needed them. I had some dry mornings, too; I was very pleased about that. On the way back I wore a long dress, so my nappy would not show so much, and it made changing easier. I didn't ask Dad to stop; I just used it when I had to. Mum couldn't see if I was wet or not, because of the long dress, so we got home a bit faster. ....No, I'm not allowed to put them on myself. They say they leak or fall off if I do it, and I'm certainly not allowed to take them off at any time. I am not supposed to meddle with them, or even touch them, and as for putting my hands inside my plastic pants: Noooo! As Mum says, once they are on, then they stay on and that's it until she changes me I don't really mind all that much; I feel warm and safe when I have a nappy on, and I know I can't make Mum and Dad angry by having an accident. I don't like a wet bed, and a nappy change only takes a minute or two. ....Yes, I wear disposables when we go holiday, it's easier, but when I go to stay at Gran's, she doesn't give me any choice - I think she is so desperate to avoid any accidents on her furniture. She puts me into a cloth nappy straight away, and then she asks me: "Are you comfy now, dear?" as if I had been uncomfortable without one, and I reply "Yes Gran." Anything to keep the peace. Sis and I went to stay with her for a week when Mum & Dad went skiing. The first thing she did was to change Sis and then, without even asking me, she pulled my pants off, hoisted me onto the changing table, and bundled me up me there and then, despite my loud protests, complete with frilly pants to match Sis's. As if that wasn't bad enough, she puts Sis in her push-chair and insists we go off to feed the ducks. She insists that I hold onto the push-chair as well, so off I toddled, very grateful that my overcoat covered my pants as we went off down to the park. It was very cold, and quite a long walk, especially in a nappy. I don't mind ducks, but we spent a long time standing on the side of the pond feeding breadcrumbs to the stupid creatures bit by bit, and it was starting to get dark as we made our way back. Then she met a friend, a Mrs Grundy, and started talking, and showing us off. I was so cold, and soon found that I was bursting for a pee. I kept hopping from one foot to the other and tugging at Gran's sleeve, but to my horror, she just turned round and said; "Never mind, dear! There's nowhere to go near here, You've got a nappy on, and I'll change you when we get home." I wished the ground would open up and swallow me! In front of her friend like that! I must have turned red as a beetroot. Her friend just laughed and said "Isn't she a bit old to still be in nappies?" and Gran replied: "Oh, she still needs them every night and wears them for safety during the day." Just like that! To a stranger! I burst into tears, and I simply couldn't hold it any longer, and was terribly afraid that my nappy would sag and show beneath my coat. I was soaked all round by the time we got home and that set the seal on it; I couldn't argue. I even asked to be changed before Sis, and for once I was. My nappy was cold, nearly down to my knees, and Gran just and pulled it down the rest of the way. Two cold wet rings sliding down my legs, Ugh! I actually felt happy when she lifted me up onto the changing table, and pinned a fresh nappy onto me, still warm from the airing cupboard. Frankly, after the afternoon experience it felt very good to be dry again, at least I was warm and safe and she didn't scold me for having wet myself. Yes Gran, I did feel comfy now, dear. I realised that Mum's promise to keep it all secret did not apply to Gran, and Gran had never made me any such promise. Needless to say, after that I was back in nappies the whole time, day and night, and gradually my protests at being nappied gave way to requests to be changed. In the morning, both our nappies would go straight into the pail. While Sis was being changed I would go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I made the most of it. When I finally came out Sis would be all dressed and playing on the rug, and my fresh underwear - no choice allowed - would be neatly folded ready for me on the changing table. There was no point in trying to slip past Gran to the chest of drawers where my pants were kept. I was just plonked down in the middle of the nappy, and processed as usual. Only when that was complete was I allowed to choose the rest of my clothes. I usually just wore a tee shirt on top until after breakfast when my nappy was removed temporarily and I was allowed to use the loo again, after which I put the rest of my clothes on, and had to try and hold it to lunchtime. Gran always checked us before lunch, and I was allowed the loo afterwards, but then my nappy would go back on until teatime. Gran had even made me a romper with a bib and straps over my shoulders to match the one sis wears, and while I hated it, it was very comfortable and practical; and it certainly kept my nappy in place. I just accepted the situation and made the best of it. I couldn't wear my jeans, because they wouldn't go on over them, and so I had to wear a romper and tights during the day. Not much chance to get to the loo with those on, so I just stopped worrying and used my nappy, hoping the next change would be soon. Gran would check Sis's nappy every hour or so, and then check mine. I wasn't allowed any choice in the matter and any protests were ignored; if I were wet I would be changed immediately. At night, after my bath, she would double up my normal daytime nappy with a booster and a liner, and once that was done I was allowed to watch television for an hour or so while Sis went off to sleep. I was given a drink of warm milk as a nightcap, and I was soaking wet every morning, but at least it was all inside my pants and not in the bed. I don't know why Gran kept the nursery after all her children had grown up, or if she kept all the nappies and such, but she had a very big house and there were plenty of rooms to explore. The only one I wasn't allowed in was Grandpa's study, because he was away on duty. In one of the attics I found a box full of old toys and played for hours until Gran came to find me for a change. She showed me some of the other things, including a big drop-side cot which was quite large enough to take me. I resolved that once I had been put to bed, I'd stay there, and not risk Gran putting me behind bars at night. She let me take some of the toys down to the nursery for Sis to play with, but the big old pram was musty and horrible. It must have been there since Mum was small. In the afternoons it was out to feed the ducks or go shopping. It was very cold, so I wore tights, and they kept my nappy up if I wet it. Gran just treated me like Sis, and changed both of us together, whether I was wet or not. Shopping wasn't a problem, the shops were warm, and I could usually make it round and stay dry, but one day we went to the zoo, and had lunch there. After lunch Gran took us to the loo and into the baby changing room. Fortunately it was separate from the ladies, and so I could pretend we were only going in there to change Sis. It was a metal table and very chilly, but it was worth it to get changed into something dry! I'd been so interested in the animals that I'd wet myself rather that than miss something. I admit it was intentional; the second time we were getting near the end of the day, and Sis was getting tired and tetchy, and I desperately wanted to see the penguins, which were at the end of the tour. I knew that if I asked to go to the loo, which was back towards the gate, Gran would use that excuse to go home and I would never get to see the penguins, so I wet my nappy deliberately, and then asked to be changed as we left the penguin pool and were heading towards the toilets anyway. It meant a second visit to the cold metal changing-table, but it was worth it. It was a good thing that Gran had remembered to take lots of nappies and pants in the bottom of Sis's pushchair, so she managed to change both of us again. I think she was regretting not taking some of the disposables that Mum had left her. I slept all the way home with Sis on the back seat of the car, but I managed to keep dry. Three nappies in a day was about as far as I could push my luck. When changing me, Gran never said a word if I was wet, which at least made it bearable. She just said if I had to wear nappies then she wouldn't tick me off if I wet them, and even praised me for lying nice and still during changes when Sis would scream and wriggle and kick. Gran always took her time over a change, making sure everything was tucked in so there wouldn't be any leaks. I even came to enjoy the attention Gran gave me. I am so tired of Sis getting all the attention all the time. On the last afternoon Mrs Grundy came around for tea, and I only had a short dress on, and I knew that my plastic pants could be seen clearly, especially at the back. I just sat on the hearthrug and played with Sis. It didn't worry me too much, because Mrs Grundy already knew I was in nappies, and by that time I was quite comfortable with them, but I was not so happy when Gran took Sis and me up for a change and Mrs Grundy came along as well, to watch and even to help. They discussed everything, the type of nappies, the fold, the ointment, and even the way the pins were put in. Gran told Mrs Grundy that I "almost never" dirtied my nappies, but she said I needed two or three changes a day. She said that I was a good girl and went right through the night without a change. Mrs Grundy told me I looked very cute in my pink "baby pants" and I shouldn't be ashamed to wear them if I needed them, and she knew of other children of my age who still wore nappies from time to time. I could have died! She asked me how I got on at school with them, and I grabbed my chance; "It's not a problem. I don't really need to wear them during the day, and I'm never dirty! It's only Gran who insists." Mrs Grundy's eyebrows rose sharply and Gran's went down. I had made my point. It felt quite strange when Mum and Dad took me home and I had to get used to wearing ordinary pants and going to the loo again. Gran didn't tell Mum about putting me back in nappies for the fortnight; she just said that I hadn't had any accidents, and winked at me. I went along with it; I certainly didn't want a list of all my wettings or any more humiliation, and I certainly didn't want Mum getting the idea that I needed nappies any more often than I did already. Even so, there have been times when I have been bursting for a pee, with no loo nearby, and have quite envied Sis having a nappy on, and being so unconcerned about it. I dread going back to Gran next time. The one interesting thing Gran said was that Mum had had the same problem, but it cleared up when she was twelve. When I was sick in bed, Mum kept me in nappies during the day, and I didn't object. I was allowed to use the toilet during changes. I slept quite a lot and wet them; at least it saved some long cold walks to the loo. I quite liked being changed, with the cream and the powder and so on, as long as it was done quickly and I didn't get cold. At least a dry nappy is soft and warm. ...No, she used plenty of cream at each change and I didn't get a rash. Then I could sleep and not worry. They let me drink as much as I liked, too. Normally I am not supposed to drink anything after my supper, as they say it just ends up in my nappy during the night, but while I was sick it didn't seem to matter. I've never been to bed without the full nappy ritual; and I think it would be quite strange to do so. First the nappy is taken from the cupboard and shaken out of its folds, then laid out on the changing-table, and one of Sis's baby nappies is put inside, and the main nappy is folded up around it. Then Mum takes my dressing gown off me and I lie on the table and lift my bottom while she positions the nappy under me. I've got too big for her to lift my legs by the ankles, so I have to pull my knees up to my chest while she powders my bottom. Mum rubs me with the ointment on my bottom and between my legs, and powders the rest of me, then she takes the pins from the bar of soap, and brings the front of my nappy up between my legs, brings each side around on top one by one and pins them closed, quite tightly, clicking the heads on the pins down to lock them. I think the locking bit is a bit of a joke; I am sure I could get out of them if I ever tried. It makes me feel snug and warm and safe and sleepy, and I like talking to Mum while it is going on; it seems to be the only time she isn't busy with Sis or Dad. It's also the only time I am allowed to touch my nappy. Then I lift my legs while the plastic pants are put on over my feet and pulled up to my thighs. I stand up with my arms around her neck while she pulls the pants up over my nappies and around my waist, and runs her finger around the leg elastics to make sure the nappy is properly tucked in and won't leak. I'm certainly not allowed to put my hands inside my plastic pants ever, although I can adjust the elastics if they are pinching. Actually the plastic pants feel rather nice, smooth and soft between my legs, and they hold everything in place. I quite like them, especially the pretty coloured ones. Then she dresses me in my pyjamas, and I can waddle downstairs to say goodnight to Daddy. I'm sometimes allowed to watch television for a while, but eventually I'm carried upstairs and put to bed. One evening in the summer he was sitting out on the patio, and I only had my pyjama top on over my plastic pants. I didn't want to go out to him, in case somebody saw me wearing my nappy, but Dad told me not to be so silly and so I went out to him and he took me onto his knee and gave me a hug and I didn't care after that. I even walked around the lawn with Dad, loving the feel of the damp grass on my bare feet, and the scent of the flowers, and we looked for fairies. I didn't mind if the fairies saw me in my nappy, because they would surely understand, and you couldn't see my nappy through the milky pants, unlike the clear ones I sometimes wear. I realised that no-one can see into our garden very easily, and after that I would go into the garden quite often just before bedtime and Sis and I would both waddle around looking for fairies. In summer I only wear the pyjama top with the plastic pants, as Mum says it makes it easier to change me. I know it looks babyish, but I don't mind. In winter I wear a sleeper suit like Sis's, it's very warm, and keeps my nappy in place even when it's wet, but there's no hope of getting to the loo if I get caught short. It zips up the front, and I feel a bit trapped when it's on. At least it doesn't have snappers up the inside of the legs like Sis's does, and Sis's nappies are even thicker than mine; she can barely stagger when she's nappied for the night. Hand-in-hand, we make a right pair. Dad even took a photograph of us. ...No, I don't normally take naps in the afternoon now, but I did wear a nappy during the day at Christmas. We all went to Gran's for that, and all the kids wore nappies. I am the oldest, and I protested quite a lot, but it didn't do any good and I was dumped on the changing-table and changed in my turn. None of the adults made any comment, and I just accepted it and got on with the playing with my presents. They changed all of us in a sort of production line, and nobody worried if I was wet, so I just got on with it and wet my nappy whenever I needed to rather than interrupt the games. In the mornings I usually have to wait for Sis to be changed because she howls when she's wet. After Sis has been done, Mum inspects my nappy, and if it's wet she normally undoes the pins and takes the nappy out from the back, wipes me with any dry parts remaining, drops it in the pail, then slides my pants down my legs and I step out of them, and they are washed out immediately in the basin. I usually take a quick shower then to get rid of any remaining pee. Sometimes, if I wake up dry on a weekend or in the holidays she will take a pin out, let me use the lavatory, and then re-pin my nappy, and I can go through to their bedroom where they have the tea. Then all of us sit in or around their bed while we drink tea, or I might watch the cartoons on television until breakfast is ready. I won't be changed out of my nappy until after breakfast on those mornings. No, Mum's only punished me once. Mum keeps saying that I do not wear nappies as a punishment. I wanted to watch television, but Mum wanted me to get ready for bed earlier because she was tired. She insisted on nappying straight after she did Sis, and I was angry so I played around like Sis does. I raised my knees to my chest while the nappy was slid under me, but then I tried to kick at the nappy as it was being drawn up over my bottom and between my legs wriggled as she tried to pin it. It made her prick herself with one of the pins and I got such a slap on my leg! I cried like a baby but she just carried on nappying me and then she dumped me straight into bed! Then she burst into tears as well. I haven't done that again; when she insists on my being changed for bed early, I play along with it so I can watch television afterwards. If I ask to be changed, Mum will usually change me, but I try not to do so during the night. I think that was my lowest point, although I remember I was actually dry the following morning, the first time for ages, and Mum couldn't believe it; she kept examining my nappy to make sure it wasn't wet anywhere. Gran's another matter. She spanked me once, for taking my nappy off in the night and then wetting the bed. That was the full works, over her knee, with a strap on my bare bottom, and it stung terribly. When I desperately tried to stop her, she smacked my hands and then held me down with one hand while she completed my strapping with the other. I wriggled and screamed, but she carried on beating me, until she rolled me over in her lap, slid a nappy under my bottom, and pinned me in immediately. My bottom burned for hours and I wasn't even allowed to put my hands, which were also burning, into my pants to rub it. The humiliation was even worse than the pain. The strap still hangs on a hook on the back of the nursery door, and slaps against it whenever the door is opened or closed. That alone serves to remind me, and I have never disobeyed Gran since. Better wet my nappy than take it off! Yes, sometimes recently I have woken while wetting, but by then it is too late to stop, so I just carry on, and go back to sleep again. It's not difficult to sleep in a wet nappy as long as it isn't cold. Once or twice I have even woken up dry, but bursting for a pee. I could have gone to the loo, but what could I do then? I'm so bundled-up in my sleeper and nappies at night that it would have been a huge fuss getting them off and on again, and Mum is insistent that once she has put them on me, I mustn't meddle with them. It's also cold and dark, and it's nice and warm in bed, so I use my nappy for what it's intended for, and go back to sleep. I hope I'll stop wetting soon, but I do enjoy the attention I get from Mum when she changes me, and that would finish if I became dry, and I quite enjoy the safe feeling I have when I'm nappied. Sorry, got to go now - bedtime. I know its early, but it has to do with little Sis's routine, just like everything else. Goodnight!

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Unwanted company sucks! sorry your play got interrupted, but at least he didn't show up before youhad changed....could have been embarrassing! Thanks for the update though!

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