skizics

I was born in 1951 and until I was seven or eight years old there was only one pediatrician in town. There were three exam rooms in his office and no doors, no screens, and everyone walking by could look in and see what was going on. And yes, everyone got their temperature taken rectally. I remember being very embarrassed but I also remember being the five or six year old voyeur. I also remember being surprised at how many kids (older than me) who were getting their diapers changed. All diapers were cotton cloth with diaper pins and rubber pants. Real rubber pants, "that pulled the hair out of your legs" when you stood up to have them pulled up over your diapers

USAF 1970 - 1976. If it was in SEA, I was either there or flying over it... in some very strange aircraft.

No it would not. IBS just means, that for you, diapers are normal underwear. Much easier to change into a clean diaper then it is changing and washing your Clothes, Car Seat\Living Room Couch.

Double diapers were a thing 'way back in the day' but it doesn't make any since with a paper diaper. If you need more absorbancy then use a better paper diaper. When we talked about "doubling a diaper" (cotton cloth) we were folding the diapers into a Double Thick diaper and Pinning it in place. We didn't pin Two Diapers on.

I can remember "freaking out" if my diaper leaked and got the bed wet enough that I felt it. My mother had a way of folding my diapers that were mostly leak proof so leaks didn't happen very often. In many ways I was a Real Pain in the Ass growing up and my mother went Above and Beyond what most parents would have put up with. I recall that from personal experience with Nurses, my Aunts, and more baby sitters than I care to remember. The rubber sheet was there but I had a flannel sheet between me and the rubber. I should add that I really Liked the smell of my rubber sheets. ☺️

I always had a rubber sheet on my bed, growing up, but it was to Protect my Mattress. My mother used diapers to protect my bedding.

My mother kept me in diapers, off and on, until I was 12. Mostly for my bed wetting but I was also a sickly kid and spent a lot of time at the Doctors office or in the Hospital. I was always cloth diapered and my mother always folded my diaper in the Giant Size. So I guess I can 'relate' to the feelings and visuals of Big Diapers and I believe my childhood experiences influenced my love of diapers today. The fact I'm incontinent and need to be diapered all the time doesn't change my feelings, for diapers, one bit.

An old girlfriend of mine worked as a Hair/Wax removal tech??? (That's hot wax, a piece of cloth, and rip All the hair out by the roots). I guess it was okay for two or three days and then the hair started growing back in... poking everything... made me CrAzzziEEE... and I'll not do that again, Ever.

As a child I never realized that "Mothers" Talked to each other. I thought that my diapers and bed wetting were a FAMILY SECRET. I remember being Shocked that my mother would talk to Other Mothers. She would make sure that any sleep overs were Bedwetter Friendly. It seemed to me, growing up, like diapers and pajamas went together like bread and butter... it seemed normal.

My feelings also. My mother used to tell stories about me, as a baby, and one of them was how I would "Tear a Bed Apart" by Flopping around so much. I don't remember that but she always ended the story with how that stopped when she started using a Onesie rather than Blanket Sleepers for pajamas. The first time I guess I fell asleep and just slept. She sat by my crib and watched me all night... she kept Waking me up to see if I was okay... because I was sleeping, not flopping... and yet, I survived childhood. ?

I did when I was a kid and I think some of my 'Memories' are really my own. And that needs a bit of explaining. My aunts, older cosines, and my mothers friends loved to tell stories (at family get-togethers) about me growing up and how hard it was to get me toilet trained (that never really happened but that's another story). So a bunch of 'My' memories are more likely some version of all the stories I've Heard 'about me' from all the people who watched me Grow Up... and some of those stories have gotten outlandish over the last 65 years or so!

Running water and incontinence hummm, the question is, How do you Not pee?

When I was a kid I was the local news paper boy and several of my customers were living in nursing homes. All diapers back then were just called diapers and they were all made from cotton cloth then covered with rubber pants. (real rubber not plastic) Because I was a bed wetter, my mom kept me in diapers (off and on) until I was eleven or twelve years old so I was very aware that the people in the nursing home were wearing diapers. I do remember that I was surprised at first and I don't remember why but I know I used to talk with some of my customer's about my diapers and theirs. (I always was able to talk with adults as a child and preferred that to talking with kids my own age who always seemed stupid from my point of view). So I remember talking about things like how many diaper pins my mom used and how I folded diapers for kids when I was babysitting. But the thing that fascinated me the most however was the Giant Washing Machine in the laundry room that they used to wash all the diapers in. (I was a geek ever way back then :-)

I agree that there were a lot of diapered kids like us in the 60's. I started working for both our local News Papers delivering papers to people's houses when I was ten years old. I went to school with most of the kids on my Paper Route and every house had a Clothes Line (no home dryers back then) for drying their clothes. In the Sixties there weren't any paper diapers so everyone dried their diapers on those clothes lines. Even my 10 year old brain was smart enough to realize that some of the houses with the diapers didn't have any babies living there. I never said anything because there were diapers on my clothes line as well. But no one ever said a thing.

I came at this (diaper fetish) as a way of covering up or hiding my incontinence. I learned about DL's and such in Penthouse Magazine's letters section and thought I could use the fetish for a "cover" and the reason I had diapers if anyone ever found out. What can I say, I was young, sheltered, naive, and clueless... ?