I remember one of the most humiliating moments growing up was actually when I was a teenager. I still had diapers and plastic pants in my dresser drawer, but was rarely diapered and only at night. Basically a normal high school student except at our dinner table my mom always had a plastic mat under my chair. Actually it was a vinyl tablecloth folded into quarters, and she said it was to protect the carpet because I was a messy eater. I was 16 at the time and of course my older sister and brother didn't need anything like that. It should have been humiliating (especially as it was a floral print) but we all never thought much about it...after all, given my childhood it seemed perfectly natural. Anyway one day my best friend's parents called: they were going away for 2 weeks and wondered if their son could stay with us as we were in the same class at the high school. I think they offered to help with groceries or something, and I actually thought it would be fun. At our first dinner together though, his chair was right beside mine and of course he didn't have a plastic mat under his chair....just me. He looked at the flowery vinyl sheet under my chair and then at me and I blushed with embarrassment...suddenly realizing how babyish it looked. My mom explained to him how I still needed it because I spilled a lot. Fortunately, he never teased me or told anyone.

i'm soooo wet right now that i'm totally scared to sit down in a chair

I have an older brother and sister, and as the youngest child in the family I was always refered to as "the baby" and in fact my mother kind of mourned the fact that her youngest was growing up. When I was around 3 or 4 years old, my brother told me how he would sometimes wet his bed on purpose and our mom would feel sorry for him and to make him feel better she'd make cookies or buy him a treat. I thought I'd try it, too...but she had a different response for me. I woke up early and peed in my bed, when she found my wet sheets she went and got a diaper (we had cloth diapers back then) and before she got me dressed she pinned the diaper on me. I was sooo embarrassed, especially as my siblings knew I was in a diaper. When my mom drove the car pool to school I always had to go along and so that morning, the other neighborhood kids also learned that I was diapered *blush* But still, I kind of liked how I felt despite the humiliation...or maybe I liked that too. Anyway, later around lunchtime, I decided maybe I should wet my diaper...and I did. I didn't realize that a single thickness of cloth soaked through very quickly and my pants were soaked too, and my pee was running down my legs. Of course when mom saw me she took me upstairs, undressed me and returned with armful of my old diapers and vinyl baby pants. She put a towel on my bed and had me lie down on it, and she put me in a double thickness with with a pair of Gerber white vinyl pants (which were a bit tight as I'd grown since I last wore them) I had a very pleasant feeling as she did that and I'm sure she felt a maternal contentment as she once again had a baby to care for. From then on I was kept diapered full time, my parents started up the diaper service again and the truck would stop at our house and drop off a bag of fresh diapers and pick up the soiled ones, and of course mom bought me vinyl pants that fit better. I was too big for a changing table but mom would put me on my bed, and she had a diaper bag that she always took with us wherever we went. My older sister and her friends would babysit me and had permission to change my diaper. Sometimes they would tickle me until I peed myself just so they could, and make fun of me when they did. By now I craved humiliation, especially in front of pretty teen-age girls.

That lasted through kindergarten and first grade, but at around 8 years old she started to taper off the daytime diapering. I was in diapers for overnight until well into my teens though, and always had a bureau drawer full of my baby supplies.

I would love to meet up with others locally who are in diapers, either male or female...strictly non-sexual, just to get acquainted.