I would like to share a quick story of my first diaper experience. This is the first time I wore a diaper after I was potty trained around age 4. I have a very close and a quite large family. I have 8 aunts and uncles who are all married and I am the second oldest of 30 grand kids, the youngest being 3. This story takes place about 20 years ago when the family was much smaller and more tight-knit.
Since there were so many of us, we would have a big family party once a month to cover all the birthdays. It was at one of these parties that I had my first post potty training diaper experience. Every family party was at my grandparent’s house since it was the biggest but unfortunately they only had two bathrooms for the 30+ of us. As a lot of diaper stories start, I had to pee real bad. I quickly made my way to the first floor bathroom just as the door closed. I turned around and headed up stairs to the second floor bathroom and that was occupied as well.
Not knowing what to do, I went to a bedroom just down the hall and sat there on the bed. I was doing the pee dance while sitting on the corner of the bed. Then I remembered, since there are so many babies in my family and my grandmother watches them often, she keeps a closet full of diapers right across the hall from the room I was sitting in. I scurried out of the room and opened the closet door in search of a diaper. I was met with piles of diapers. Not realizing there were so many different types and sizes, I grabbed the first one I saw. I quickly checked for any adults and ran back into the room shutting the door behind me.
I lied down on the bed and started to diaper up. The diaper didn't quite fit but I managed to hold it in place with my underwear. After I pulled my pants back up I laid there trying to pee. I stared out the window at the rain, thinking to myself, "Come on just let go, just pee." Surprisingly I was able to finally pee my diaper while lying down and realized right away that it wasn't all that bad, and I kind of liked the warmth between my legs.
I was lying there for a bit enjoying my newly soiled diaper when there was a knock at the door. I froze as my uncle opened the door.
"Jim, it's time to go, your parents are leaving."
"I'll be there in a minute," I replied, "I just need to go to the bathroom."
He left and I quickly ran down the hall to the bathroom, ripped my diaper off and stuffed it deep inside the trash basket.
That night didn't get me hooked on them and I wasn't even planning on wearing a diaper again. Little did I know, a couple years later I actually needed to wear diapers on a semi-regular basis.