Hey there! My name is Charity and I’m writing this on Christmas Eve and hoping you can publish it before Christmas is over, because I wanted to share a story from my past.
Growing up, I had a bedwetting problem. I wore pullups for a while, but since I was a heavy wetter my mom had to switch to adult diapers. I was an only child and was never admonished for my bedwetting or otherwise made to feel embarrassed about it. In fact, I think I just assumed that all kids wore diapers to bed – mostly because my mother repeatedly told me all kids deal with these problems.
That leads up to when I was thirteen and my mom invited the family down the street to spend Christmas with us. The parents had divorced that year and the mother couldn’t afford gifts or dinner. I was excited to be able to open gifts with other kids.
As youngsters usually do, we all got up at 4 am to see what was under the tree. My soaked diaper wasn’t even a concern, as I was used to changing it after breakfast when I would take a bath. Even though I was wearing pajamas, the diaper was obvious to everyone around me.
The youngest of the neighbor kids was about seven and she asked me if I was wearing a diaper. I said yes and continued to dig through presents looking for my name. That’s when the two older kids started asking why I was wearing a diaper. It only took me a moment to put two and two together and I realized none of them were wearing diapers. My mother had been lying to me all along.
At first, I didn’t know what to think. Wearing diapers during the day would have been embarrassing, but I still had this mental block that told me people couldn’t control their bladders while they slept and wearing diapers was normal. When the oldest brother asked me if I was a baby, I became very self-conscious. They teased me for a couple minutes before their mother came into the room still half asleep and they all stopped.
When my parents came in a few minutes later, my mom grabbed my robe and helped me put it on. She was trying to hide my diapers from the other kids and I knew I was right about her lying to me. Despite the epiphany, I had a good time opening gifts – as did the neighbor kids. When we were finished, Dad rushed everyone back to bed to sleep a few more hours.
After waking up again at 9 am, I decided to shower before eating breakfast. I didn’t want the other kids to see me in diapers again, which was the first time I had ever felt a need to hide my nighttime underwear.
The day after Christmas was when things really changed for me. They had made a point of telling every kid in the neighborhood that I wore diapers to bed. In hindsight, I realized I was even being teased by other bedwetters, because they would comment about how pullups were normal but diapers were for big babies. Similar teasing happened in school after break ended, but it wasn’t quite as pronounced and soon the novelty wore off.
My bedwetting stopped at fifteen and I missed the diapers something fierce. Without realizing it, I had developed a bit of a fetish for them. Wearing them through puberty meant my first times masturbating and experiencing an orgasm happened while in diapers. My masturbation fantasies always included me in diapers and over time developed a desire to be embarrassed and teased.
When I was nineteen, I went to college about sixty miles away from home. The dorms were too expensive, so my parents rented me a room at a college house owned by a very sweet older lady. Being away from home and having my own room meant I could finally indulge into my fantasies. I used a bit of my spending money to buy diapers and would wear them constantly.
That first year was full of new experiences. The first time I wore a diaper under my clothes in public. The first time I wore to class. The first time I wet during the day. The first time I leaked in class. Every new first was followed by period of elation that kept me smiling for days.
Anyways, that is my origin story and I wanted to share it on Christmas since it started on Christmas. If it’s well received, I will try to share some more about my life. Until then, Merry Christmas!