Hey! My name is Patricia and I developed my diaper fetish while serving time in jail for drugs. I wasn’t any type of addict or anything. I was 19 and got pulled over for having a headlight out and the cop found a quarter ounce of marijuana in my purse. I plead guilty, because my attorney told me it was a first offense and I would probably just get probation and community service. That didn’t work out so well and the judge sentenced me to six months in county jail. He gave me four weeks to sort out my job and such before I had to start serving time.
I was scared to go to jail and my friends and family kept giving me advice to make it easier. One friend, who had been to jail a few times, told me that if I pissed myself a few times, they would transfer me to the infirmary where I would have my own television and a more comfortable bed. It seemed ridiculous, so I ignored his advice.
The first day of my sentence sucked. It wasn’t anything like the prison movies where everyone has their own cells. There were fourty women in one large room with beds attached to the walls and tables in the middle of the room. There were only 28 beds, so about a dozen of us had to sleep on thin mats on the floor. It was also very cold, which I was told was on purpose to keep viruses and such from spreading. The smell was pretty horrid as well, as some of the women in there were clearly averse to showering. There was one television in the corner and the inmates had no control over it. It was always on a cooking channel or some other boring crap.
After a three days, I couldn’t handle it anymore. Six months of this was going to drive me insane. I started thinking about what my friend said about pissing myself and tried to work up the courage to actually do it. The following night I gave in after being threatened by a rather large woman that wanted me to trade my dessert for her apple slices. I wet the bed on purpose and then got up in the middle of the night to ask a guard for assistance. She let me take a shower and gave me a clean jumpsuit and blanket. After a day, nothing happened, so I did it again. Once again I was allowed to shower and given a clean jumpsuit and blanket, but this time the guard seemed a bit annoyed. Still no transfer to the infirmary.
Two more threats from other large women had me scared, so I decided to piss myself in the middle of the day. It was embarrassing as hell, but I really wanted out of there. When I did it, a few women complained to the guard on duty who took me to the infirmary to shower and change, but then I was taken back to the same place. I wasn’t giving up though and pissed myself again later than day. This time, after allowing me to shower and giving me clean clothes, they took me to speak with a counselor. She asked what was going on and I told her I wasn’t sure. I said I was scared out of my mind, had been threatened and wasn’t sure why I was pissing myself. She said she was going to have me transferred for my own safety, which made me happy.
It wasn’t what I was expecting though. The transfer was called ‘segregation’. They took me to a part of the jail that had several small rooms. Each room had a bed,a television, a window and a door. There were no toilets. I was in one of these rooms for about two hours before a guard and a nurse came to get me. They took me a room that looked like a small doctor’s office and the nurse asked me to strip and lie down. She pulled out an adult diaper and rolled me back and forth a couple times as she taped it on me. Then she gave me a different orange jumpsuit to wear, which zipped up the back rather than the front. She helped me zip it up all the way, then fastened something at the neck that prevented me from unzipping it. The guard then took me back to the room they had retrieved me from.
This is not what I was expecting from what my friend had told me, but perhaps it was simply different for men. Regardless of the situation, it was a lot better than a stinky room full of criminals. I had control over the television and didn’t have to worry about people grabbing food off my meal tray. A person came around every day with a cart of books to choose from as well. Everyone in this wing had outdoor time for one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon. It was always about half a dozen women walking around outside with orange jumpsuits and diapers underneath.
Having no toilet meant using the diaper for everything, which was disgusting at first. Anywhere from 30-60 minutes after each meal, I was taken to the nurse’s station where she would remove my jumper. If my diaper was wet, she would change it and clean me up. If it was messy, she would send me into the next room to shower. What seemed disgusting at first, actually became quite enjoyable after a couple weeks. After six months in diapers, I was hooked. That was seven years ago and I now where diapers when I can. I have a boyfriend that is also ABDL and we have a lot of fun together.
I realize a lot of people will think this is bullshit, but I promise you it was a very real experience. Diapering of ‘problem inmates’ is common enough that it has been the basis of many lawsuits claiming unjust humiliation. Google it if you don’t believe me. =)
I am wondering if this is a real story or if it was made up? There are so many fake articles out there that I am unsure so I wanted to ask since I’m sure you would know?
Personally, I believe her. I posted why below. =)
Patricia,
Just wanted to say that I absolutely believe you. It sounds to me like you were placed in a suicide watch ward. That’s not to say you were suicidal. When you went to the authorities and told them bullying was causing you enough stress that you were pissing yourself, they were more concerned about lawsuits than anything else. They assume it’s possible that type of stress can lead to self-harm, so their response was to put in the suicide watch ward where you would be safe.
The thing about suicide watch rooms is they remove anything and everything an inmate can use to hurt themself. A toilet is a big, hard object that is often used by suicidal inmates to commit suicide, so they remove it. Clothing is often removed and used as a makeshift noose, so they used locking clothing that you couldn’t remove. Both of those solutions lead to a requirement of diapering the inmate. The funny thing is, pissing yourself was probably not even a consideration when it came to putting you in diapers. I would venture to guess that your room was probably ultra-safe. Were the bed rails padded? Thick carpet? Etc?
As for the locking jumpsuit, I’ve actually seen them before. Did the nurse use a key to open the lock or a magnet? I’m going to guess a magnet. I am actually going to do some photoshop to describe how it works, since I’m sure there are some people out there that might like to try their hand at making their own.
Take care,
DaddyJ
Yeah, I agree it definately sounds legit and I didn’t mean to offend you Patricia (sorry if I did) but it was just a general question, either way that is an amazing story so take care and I hope the best for ya!
It’s usually pretty easy to differentiate between a plausible story and an obviously fake story. If she had written about being spanked or blatantly humiliated in jail, I would call shenanigans. Everything she wrote seems to coincide with other true stories I’ve heard over the years about being diapered in jail. =)
Yeah, there were no spankings or blatant humiliation. Although there were some jumpsuits that were a little more form fitting than others and made the diaper a bit more obvious. Most of them were actually a bit baggy and loose-fitting, but about 1 in 10 were a little tighter.
The only somewhat humiliating incident I had was when I was put in one of the form fitting jumpsuits on a day that my mom came to visit. She noticed the bulkiness under my jumpsuit right away and asked if I was wearing a diaper. I told her that it was some thick pad thing they made us wear when we had our periods. She seemed to buy it and never mentioned it again.
Got curious so I decided to google it to help defend Patricia’s Story and I can confirm that it’s not bs since I found this – http://www.depend.com/mens-solutions/discussion/daily-social/incontinence-in-prison/14000007267, but other then that I wasn’t finding much except for people that get executed wearing a diaper but I already knew that part.
Wow! I just emailed that to you a couple hours and not only is it already posted, it has comments. Crazy!
@KJayy It is absolutely true. I think most people assume it’s bullshit because what are the chances an ABDL person would be subjected to that type of treatment in jail. But I became ABDL as a result of that treatment. It’s hard to explain why, but after a couple weeks it gets really boring. I only had a television with a few channels and whatever book I chose to occupy myself. That left a lot of time for masturbation. The first time I masturbated in a wet diaper it was AMAZING! I can’t even begin to describe how awesome it felt. It probably helps that I already had a little bit of a thing for humiliation beforehand, just never had diapers crossed my mind before that.
@DaddyJ You just blew my mind. All this time it never occurred to me that it would be a suicide ward. In hindsight it makes perfect sense though. And I had to go to counseling for six months after I was released.
The bed didn’t have rails. It was attached to the wall, but it was padded around the edges. I assumed it was padded because the room was small and they didn’t want anyone bumping their knee. LOL. The floor was linoleum, but was padded underneath, so that makes sense as well. The television was tiny and was inset into the wall behind plexiglass and the remote was permanently attached to the wall beside the bed. The blanket and pillow were also attached to the mattress. Once a week two people would clean the room spotless and replace the mattress/bedding while I sat on a bench in the hallway.
You are also correct about the magnet lock on the jumpsuit. She had a little magnet device attached to one of those retractable cords on her waist that she used to unlock it. It sort of looked like those devices they use in clothing stores to remove the anti-theft devices. I always wondered how it locked, because it was so small and there were no padlocks. Would be very interested to see your diagrams of how it works.
Thanks so much for posting my letter. I love your site and my boyfriend says he loves it too. XOXO Patricia
Did you ever try to get out of jumpsuit? Did you ever mess with the lock on the collar?
How difficult was it to pleasure yourself through the jumpsuit and diaper?
I would have been freaking out with the jumpsuit locked on me lol!!! I would have been pulling at that lock and constantly struggling and scratching it with my fingernails. I’m sure they are fingernail proof though loL! Do they even let you have long fingernails in prison? I guess fingernails could be considered weapons 😮
It’s good they changed your diaper often or let you change it. Did you ever get diaper rash? Did they let you have lotions for your skin?
Did they lock the door to your room or was it unlocked so you could come and go?
Love the story. I had my own experience with being diapered in jail but it was significantly different. I was pulled over while wearing a diaper under my clothes and found out I had a warrent for failure to appear on a no insurance ticket. The cop realized I was wearing a diaper when he patted me down but didnt say anything. When I was booked they asked if I was incontinent and I said I was because I was too embarassed to tell them the truth. I spent the weekend in jail with a diaper under my jail uniform. They told me if I needed a new diaper to ask the people pushing the medical cart and they would give me one. It wasnt intentionally humiliating but when I asked for a clean diaper they just handed it to me in front of everyone else and I had to change in the shared bathroom. As much as I wanted to I did not mess myself in jail though. And nobody gave me any grief about wearing them either.
Do you happen to remember what brand of diapers they were?
I never saw the brand name, but they were a lavender color with some printing on them. They were also really thick, which I didn’t realize until after my release and I bought a package of Depends. I had to wear three Depends to make it feel the same.
Sounds like Molicare. Those are some expensive diapers for jail. Unless there are other lavender/purple diapers out there I’m not aware of.
After trying Depends, I wouldn’t be surprised if they used them first and realized they needed something better. Wet a Depends twice and it leaks up the back when you lie down. Considering I spent most of my time lying in bed watching television in jail, that would have been a bad thing. LOL
My wife is a nurse at the local hospital. She doesn’t know about this side of me and I’m still not sure how she would take it. Anyway, over the years she has come home with all sorts of stories about work. The one that piqued my interest the most is the prison inmate that had to come in for surgery. He was a violent offender, so he was cuffed to the bed. At first they would give him a bedpan when he needed to use the bathroom, but then he intentionally pissed on one of the nurses. After that they just put him in a diaper and would have a guard nearby when they changed him.
Locking Buckle for Locking Clothing diagram as promised.
http://www.diaperedonline.com/main/locking-institutional-buckle-locking-clothing/
Diapers saved me from going to jail once. I was wearing a diaper under my clothes and was driving to the store. My license was suspended and my car didn’t have valid tabs. Police pulled me over, pulled me out of the car and told me I was going to jail. While he was patting me down, he felt the crinkle of the diaper and assumed it was a drug baggy or something. Pulled it out of my waistband and apologized after he realized it was a diaper. Then he changed his mind about taking me to jail and let me off with a warning, but told me I had to walk and impounded my car.
Did you continue to wear diapers when you got out ? Do you ever miss being in jail?
What state was this in?