The first time I remember being put into nappies, I was about 6 or 7. I used to sleep on a camp bed in my Grandma's room. The nappies were cloth and the pants I think were rubber. I used to lie on my front and rub against the nappy. I remember feeling really relaxed doing this.
The next time was at boarding school. I was 11 and had been wetting the bed on and off for a couple of weeks. I thought that nobody had noticed (silly me) as I would just hide my pyjamas in the drying room until after school and then put them on again the next evening. One evening. I was called to the Matron's room. She was a wonderful woman who always had a smile for all the children. I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling that I was in trouble and started to cry as soon as I saw her. Matron pulled me over to her and gave me a big hug, asking why I was upset. When I told her that I had been wetting the bed, she stroked my hair and told me not to worry. I don't know what she said after that but after I stopped crying, she sent me off to bed.
The next day, I wet the bed again and went straight to the Matron. Again, she said not to worry and to come and se her before bedtime. When I did, she took me into her flat and sat me down. She then proceeded to explain that lots of childred wet the bed and that I would grow out of it. In the meantime, she said I needed to wear a nappy to bed. Just the word made me feel wierd. Matron asked me to lie on a towel on the floor. She then got me to slip my pyjamas off which was a bit embarrasing. I don't remember much more about this first time, but I often imagine myself lying there with her smiling over me with my legs spread waiting for my nappy.
every morning for the next few months, I would my wet (and sometimes dry) nappy to Matron's room and every evening, she would put another one on me. Matron was always kind when doing this and would often tickle me and give me a great big hug and a pat on my nappy encased bum.
I think it was about this time that I started to "hump" myself to sleep. This took the form of lying on my front, putting my thumb in my mouth and slowly rocking from side to side. The feeling was amazing.
After a few months, I was dry most mornings and as much as I loved the feeling (and the smell) of a fresh nappyon me, I was really happy when Matron decided it was time to try sleeping in just my pyjamas. (It was really hard to keep my situation from my friends)
My dry nights stayed with me until I was 16 and I had forgotten all about nappies and bed wetting. Then one morning, I woke up wet! I was motified. All my memories came flooding back and confusion set in. This time Instead of trying to hide it, I went straight to the house Matron (not the same) and expalined what had happened. She was just as understanding, just asking for me to strip my bed and bring the sheets together with my pjs to her before classes. When I returned to my room at lunch time, my bed was made. When I sat down. I heard a crinkle sound. It was a waterproof matress cover.
Instead of being upset, I felt quite excited. There was also a note from the Matron asking me to go and see her before lights out. I can picture her as if it were yesterday. She beckoned me over and gave me a hug. I think she thought I might be upset. Next, she explained that she knew of my bedwetting history (school records) and suggested that I wear a nappy just until the accidents stopped. I do remember wondering why nappies and a waterproof sheet, but said nothing.
Matron was very clinical when putting the nappy on me (Cloth) but gave me a pat on my but after starightening out the leg openings. This went on for a few days until one evening when Matron handed me a package of disposable pull-up nappies.
My wetting stopped a couple of weeks later (probably stress induced) and once the pull ups were finished, I stopped wearing as they were not as nice as cloth nappies.
I forgot again about wearing nappies until I was in my late twenties when I found an article in amagazine all about a woman who diapered her husband to stop him ejaculating in his shorts at night. This brought all my memories flooding back which is for another time.