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This post covers what I can remember from about age 2, my earliest memories, to age 8. I am not certain where it should be posted, in this Wetting Experiences or Omorashi General or maybe even moved to the diapers and age play omutsu club, but it involves diapers for only the first year or so, before I was potty trained. Moderators, please move this thread to where it is most appropriate.

My earliest memory was a few months after I was 2. It was summer. I was in a playpen and my mother was outside but within earshot.  I was wearing only a cloth diaper and I called to her that I wee wee'd and she came in and changed me. 

It was that next winter. My mother took me to a church Christmas party. I remember two things clearly. One was that I was disappointed in the gift I got, and before the party ended I told my mother I wee wee'd and my mother took me to change me.

That same winter around Christmas we drove about 120 miles each way to see my Grandmother and Grandfather. (He died a month later). I was wearing only a diaper and I remember my mother changing me several times. In the car, but not at my grandparents home I wore rubber panties over my diaper.

Somehow I came to like the feeling of wearing a diaper and the feeling of a wet diaper, but my mother stopped putting me in diapers by the time my sister who was 3 years younger than me was born.

Then the next spring after it warmed I had just turned 3 and was not wearing diapers. Every Sunday my dad took me to church or Sunday school and I rode home standing in the front passenger seat. (It was the early 1950's so no seat belts, child seats, etc.) What I remember clearly was the ride home. For several weeks I really really had to go but made it home. Then one Sunday I really really really had to go and told my dad. I  told him I wee wee'd in my pants. He turned and smiled at me and said we'd be home soon. We got home and I found the living room filled with people I did not know. I wanted to get changed but instead, even with my wet pants I was introduced to each one. Years later I came to learn that I was the family's New Hope for carrying on the family name. Only after the introductions did my mother take me to change me. 
 
It was winter of that year. There was snow and my mother dressed my 20 month younger sister and me in a snowsuits. We were out playing and with no warning suddenly realized I was wetting my pants. I went inside and my mother changed me but had to wash the snowsuit so I did not get to go back out. The memory of that event stayed with for years every time I was wearing a snowsuit playing in the snow. 

We had moved after winter when I was 4. That fall I was sent 2 or 3 days a week to private kindergarten. I quickly did not like the teacher and she seemed  to single me out. At one point she told me I would never get out of the second grade. A woman drove around town and picked us up  and took us to the kindergarten, and then drove us home a couple of hours later. One of the girls who rode with us was always dressed nicely and acted prim and proper, as a 4 or 5 year old would. One day after we were settled down for the lessons she stood up and announced loudly she had to go potty. The teacher tried to take her to the bathroom but she wet her pants and there was a puddle under her. She did not get in trouble. I felt if I had done that I would have been in big trouble with the teacher. When I got home I told my mother that girl had wet her pants all over the floor. My mother's face turned red and she said it could happen and I didn't make fun of her, did I? I truthfully told her I didn't. I asked if it was OK that she had wee wee'd in her pants. My mother said she had an accident so she couldn't help it.

If I really did not want to go to kindergarten on a particular day if I had to, in order to not be sent I would deliberately wet my pants just as the woman who drove us arrived, and I could not go if I had wet pants 

 In the summer by the time I was 5 when I was getting ready for bed I would go to the bathroom wearing only undies. If there was nobody watching I would stand in front of the toilet. I simply did not get my undies out of the way as I peed. I took off my wet undies and put them in the laundry and went back to my bedroom and put on pajamas. One time I didn't know that my sister who was 2 years old was in the bathtub by herself and saw the whole thing. She did not tell on me that I know of, but now I cannot imagine that my mother did not recognize how often my undies in the laundry were wet. I remember wishing I still wore diapers. I continued doing this until after I was 6

Also, I would play outside and if I was alone I did not come in to use the bathroom. Only when my pants got uncomfortable would I come in and my mother would change me. Her face always turned bright red when she saw I was wet. She was always very sympathetic and affectionate as she changed me. I told her I did not know I had to wee wee until it was too late or that I waited too long. I still did that through at least the next summer.

Years later after she died we found a diary she had kept of my infancy and early childhood. She wrote that I was very active and rambunctious. The only times she felt I could be loved was when she was changing my diapers or after I was out of diapers, changing my pants.

On Sunday mornings I always got taken to Sunday School. I might have been in the first grade. This morning as always all the kids of that age group were together. Well into the program one of the women came to me and asked what was wrong. I told her I had to wee wee vey badly. She went to talk to the other women to figure out what I meant. Two of them came back to me and took me to the bathroom, and got something to clean up the trail I left on the way to the bathroom. Somebody found my dad who took me home. My mother's face turned bright red as she changed me and was very caring and affectionate, That was my only wetting accident around other people besides family after I was about 4 until about 15 years later and I had left home for college.
 
In the winter if I was playing outside in the snow wearing a snowsuit I don't remember ever coming in to go to the bathroom. I am not certain when I stopped doing that. I do remember that if I wet my pants I would stay out until my mother called us in. One time I was nearly  8 all of my sisters and I had been out playing in the snow. My mother called us in and we were sitting around but not yet undressed. The sister 3 years younger, the same one who had been in the bathtub, was fussing in general and said her pants were wet. My mother's face turned bright red and asked if she wee wee'd in her pants. She yelled  "NO of course not she wasn't a baby. Only babies wee wee in their pants". That made my youngest sister, 5 years younger than me, cry. She said she wee wee'd in her pants.  So, the youngest of the four kids wet her pants, my sisters 3 years younger and 20 months younger had not wet their pants. That left me. My mother took my sisters to their bedroom to take off their snowsuits and change my youngest sister. Then she came to my bedroom and asked why i still had my snowsuit on. I told her after what my sister said I was not going to say that I wee wee'd in my pants. Her face turned bright red and she asked why I hadn't come in. I told her I was too busy and just waited too long. She took off my wet pants and cleaned me and put on new undies and pants with her usual care and affection. I asked her if I should wear diapers when we went out to play in the snow. She said no, I was too old for diapers and they wouldn't fit. For several more years if I was outside in the snow I would make no effort to go to a bathroom anywhere; my mother changed my wert pants after we all came in and always showed great tenderness, care and affection . More about that in following stories.

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2 hours ago, scinosensation said:

I am convinced I was potty trained when I was because I had younger sisters and how much work it would have been had I and my sisters not been potty trained. But she was clearly turned on when anybody needed to be changed. The description of the one time I know of my parents having sex is coming up.

Hmm, yeah. I posted a number of my experiences on here

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Thank you for your candid and insightful stories leading to a growing awareness of your connection between having your wet pants changed and your mother's 'love' of changing you. One of my own memories is lying on my back and having my privates washed with a cloth which had been warmed up with lukewarm water - I really liked that bit, but it only lead to my enjoyment of hot showers.

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