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I was toilet-trained by the age of two. At that stage I don't really remember wanting to be in diapers anymore. I do remember that I was allowed to wear training pants (thick terrycloth ones) until about the age of four because I still had accidents in the night. I wasn't punished for them, however: if I wet the bed I would go and wake my mother, and she would come to my room and change the linen, give me a clean pair of training pants and put me back in bed.
I was about five when I started wanting to be in diapers again. I hadn't actually remembered this until recently. My friends and I would often pretend we were "big" by putting on our parent's shirts, pants, hat, tie, etc, but I always wanted us to dress up as babies. And I didn't care about baby bottles or baby outfits, only about getting to wear a diaper again. I never dared to wet one, but I got satisfaction out of wearing the diaper all the same. My mother either indulged this play, or didn't notice because at that stage my brother was still basically a baby and we slept in the same room, so I had easy access to diapers.
When I started school at age six I remember being jealous of my brother, who would walk around the house in just his training pants and a small undershirt. All our relatives thought he was "cute" (and he was!) but I wanted to be the one still wearing the thick terrycloth pants!
It wasn't until I was about eleven or so that I started *really* wanting to wear diapers. As I didn't have supplies, I was very frustrated. I tried wetting my underpants a couple of times while standing or sitting on the toilet, but I didn't get much satisfaction out of this. However, I sometimes wore old underwear together and pretended they were diapers, but I couldn't do this too often because I was afraid of being caught. That is, however, when I started thinking of myself as a "diaper wearer".
I was also hampered by the fact that my parents would not let me lock my bedroom door. And when I was younger they didn't knock before coming in. None of the doors in our house had keys, and wearing diapers would have been noticed right away! So it wasn't until I was about sixteen that I managed to get some better supplies.
I had moved into another room, built later, one that did have a key, and was able to indulge my passion. I bought a set of four diapers while out shopping for something else, sewed them together (badly) and had a makeshift diaper (although it was 'real' in the sense that it was made from real baby diapers).
I'll never forget the first time I put on that diaper. The feeling was amazing! It was soft and surrounded me perfectly! I simply lay on my bed with my legs apart looking at myself, shirtless, in just a diaper. It was fantastic! After that I'd put the diaper on a couple of times a week, but didn't pee in it for a couple of months. It goes without saying that I *did* rub myself a lot through the diaper, but I took care not to ejaculate in it, because I had nowhere to hang it up after washing it.
Eventually the temptation became too much, and I did pee in it. As I had no plastic pants, I had to do it while standing in the bath. It took awhile before I really got much of a stream going, but once I did, I filled that diaper up with warm pee! It felt wonderful! The warmth of the pee in the diaper against my skin turned me on so much, not to mention the sight of the diaper as it turned yellow and started to sag. I just stood there looking down at the diaper, feeling fulfilled at last. And then it started to leak, and the pee ran down my legs and into the bath. That was a turn-on too: the fact that I'd had an 'accident' with my diaper. I got hard really fast, and jerked off frantically by putting my hand inside my pissy diaper. I felt great! Dealing with washing the huge diaper was a problem, though. I developed a system of washing it in the bath after wetting it, then hiding it away until nighttime, hanging it up after everyone went to bed, then taking it down in the mornings before anybody else used the bathroom. Quite often it would still be damp, but I'd have to hide it again until the next night. Sometimes it took three or four days to dry it in this way. I would keep it in a plastic packet in the dresser where I normally kept my books because I was the only one to ever look in there (the dresser did not have a lock). Eventually I got tired of dragging this huge, heavy thing around, and I tore the diapers into quarters and used them as rags for washing the car, floor, etc. Luckily no one asked me where they had come from, as we always had a rag or two in our cleaning closet.
After that I bought a white baby towel with a hood, cut the hood off and used that as a diaper, fitting some of my diaper rags in the crotch for some bulk. The towel was a lot lighter, and much easier to wash. Also, it looked like a towel, so I'd just hang it on the towel rail in the bathroom and warn people that it was *my* towel and not to use it. Plus, my diaper rags looked like old face cloths, so it didn't seem too suspicious. Since the towel was smaller, it fit more snugly, and I'd get a hard-on every time I wore it! I even bought myself some cute baby pins with animal faces on them, and pinned the towel on with four of them at a time.
I continued in this way until I was staying with my brother and sister-in-law and their children. I had to be very careful about where and when I wore my diaper. Luckily I had my own bathroom and could hang my diapers in there quite openly, but I had to be careful at other times because sometimes the rugrats (my niece and nephew) would come in unexpectedly. This was the only time I ever tried to tell anyone about my diapers. My sister-in-law was quite sympathetic, knowing that I used the family computer to read what she thought were porn stories (they were diaper stories, of course - well, most of the time!). She even let me use her email address to send mail from, and was very discreet about it. We got on very well, and she allowed me to watch the rugrats whenever they needed a babysitter.
One day she accidentally opened a diaper-related email meant for me. She wasn't really shocked, but she couldn't really understand it either. I tried to ask (in a roundabout way) if she would mind diapering me (in a totally platonic way, of course!), but she thought it was a come-on and stopped the conversation cold. It was a pity, because I'd been hoping she would mention it to my brother, to see how he felt about it (up to this day we have never discussed it). I'd have liked for the two of us to be "diaper brothers" together, like the boys in my story "The J-Birds in Diapers". But it didn't happen, and I had to continue hiding my diaper-wearing, and I promised my sister-in-law that I wouldn't ever mention it to her again. I kept that promise, and she allowed me to continue to babysit the rugrats, obviously on the condition that I never said anything to them or ever wore diapers in front of them. And I never did.
Now that I have my own apartment, I can wear my diapers more openly, and don't have to worry about people seeing them (I still hang them in the bathroom, but out of sight behind the shower curtain, so it's no problem even if people do visit). I still don't have 'proper' diapers, but I wear two of the baby towels pinned around me, and a half of one in the crotch and towards the rear for some bulk and padding. The effect this has is to make my bottom look huge, and to have thickness between my legs. I have to waddle when wearing the diaper, as putting my legs together is difficult. At least, with the diaper this bulky, it doesn't usually leak when I pee.
I don't like the idea of doing a number two in the diaper, and never have. But I put on my diaper almost every day, and use it at least half the time. I get emotional (and obviously some sexual) fulfillment out of wearing my diapers. I just wish there was someone else in my neighbourhood who liked diapers, as I'd love to be diapered by someone besides myself.
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