I am one of those people who can remember back to having their diapers changed as a baby. I remember my mom taking off my poopy Huggies diapers and showing me what I did in them and then she'd wipe me clean, put my wipes in the poopy diaper, open the lid of my plastic-lined diaper pail and drop the dirty diaper in. Then she'd get my clean diaper, wave and shake it about to entertain me, powder me, and tape the fresh diaper up on me. For some reason, watching my mom throw away my diapers was my favorite part of being changed. I really don't know why. Is there anyone else who likes that part too? But really, I loved the entire process of the diaper change. It not only made me feel secure and warm, but I also later found it was kind of a sexual attraction too.
Anyway, a few years later, I wet the bed a lot and had to wear Pull-Ups every night. I liked them, but I don't think mom never changed me out of them or anything like that.
Well, going foreward to around my seventh grade year when I was 13, I found I wanted to wear diapers again. I told my mom and I even talked about it with a therapist. Eventually I got some diapers (although, for obvious reasons my parents never changed me). I bought diapers three times from my seventh grade to my eighth grade years until my mom told me she didn't want me to have anymore.
I wore diapers occasionally in my highschool years, but I've really just been too busy and too tight on money to go out and buy more lately. Besides, although I love diapers, I will chose music over them every single time. However, it still makes me smile to remember how my mom would clean me up and toss my stinky diaper into the pail.