The first summer after I started college I was given an opportunity to go stay with a family I had grown close to. I would stay with them over the summer and help out around the house, because the husband/father had been called to active duty in the army reserve. I had stayed with them for up to a week before and we were all good friends – I even called them Mom and Dad, and the little girls I called my sisters, and likewise they called and treated me like part of their family. I readily agreed to spend the summer there.
There was only one problem. Over the year I had been experimenting quite a bit with something I had always had an interest in – wearing and using diapers. I had done it so much that I was now diapered every night – not just because I wanted to, but because now I HAD to. When I tried a couple nights to go without diapers, I always woke up in a wet bed.
So, when I packed up and went to my summer home, one suitcase I brought was nearly filled with diapers and changing supplies. I had planned on just keeping them in my room and slipping them on before bed, but I soon found out that this was near impossible with two little “curious” little sisters around. Tina was 8 and Pam was 11, and both (having only grown up with a sister and no brothers) were very open and had no qualms about coming into my bedroom. A few times I was nearly caught with my pants down – literally – and my diapers in view.
Finally, I decided to tell “Mom” about my “problem”. Of course I did not bring up how I had acquired this problem. I just acted like it was quite common for a person my age to wet the bed. She was concerned about her sheets and the mattress until I told her that I wore diapers every night. She thought about that for a moment with a strange look on her face, then finally asked me if I trusted her as a “parent”?
I told her of course I did, and she said, “Good. Well, I was thinking about the girls. They look up to you, and it is good for them to have good role models. But you don’t really have any rules to follow, and they need to see you have some guidelines to follow, don’t you agree?”
Guidelines? What was she talking about? “Umm – yeah, I guess so…” I ventured non-committally (or so I thought).
“So would you like me to set some rules for you? Would you like to be just like one of the kids in the house, for real?”
I was starting to see where this was going, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. On the other hand, I didn’t so much NOT like it either. In many ways I was jealous of the girls, though I loved them both as sisters. I slowly nodded my head. “Okay…”
“Good, it is settled then. From now on, you’ll be treated no differently than your sisters.” She smiled at this thought, then went on, “This means we need to have a little family meeting about your problem,” she went on.
I was SO embarrassed now! Did she mean that I had to tell the girls that I was a bedwetter? They were both so much younger than me – how could I ever look at them the same again if they found out about this? Sure enough, after dinner Mom called me and Tina and Pam into the Living Room for a family meeting.
She started off by telling the girls that since I had agreed to live with them, she and I had a little talk, and I had agreed that while I was there I should live by the same rules as the girls.
Tina giggled right away as she asked, “Does that mean he hasta wear a dress for church on Sundays?”
Her mother rolled her eyes at her, and said, “Okay, the same rules with a few modifications.” She took a breath and then went on. “He also told me that he has a little problem. Now remember – family meeting business STAYS in the family.” Both girls vowed secrecy. “He has a wetting problem at night.” At this, they couldn’t help it – Tina and Pam both started to giggle. Mom waited for them to calm down and then continued, “And he has handled the problem just as it should be. He wears diapers.” The giggles came again, this time more from Pam. Tina was starting to look worried.
“That’s enough, now, Pam. You wouldn’t want him to laugh at you,” her mother scolded. “He’s done the right thing by agreeing to wear diapers. That should be the rule in this house – all children who don’t make it to the potty should wear diapers. Don’t you girls think that should be the rule?” She watched carefully, as Pam agreed quickly. Tina turned red and finally mumbled out an agreement.
“Well, I am glad to hear you agree with that, Tina. In a few minutes, you and I will go to the store, and you can be thinking about whether you want Huggies, Pampers, or Luvs, since from now on you’ll be put back in diapers as well.” Tina started to object and whine, but her mother would hear none of it. Finally she silenced her by warning her that she was going to ger a spanking if she didn’t settle down. “And remember, spankings are done in front of your siblings – and that includes you too,” she warned me.
“Now, Tina and I are going to the store, and while we are gone, I want you to get your diapers and changing supplies together and stack them out here in the Living Room,” she told me. “While I am gone, Pam is in charge, since she is the only one old enough and mature enough to be potty trained.”
I glanced at Pam and saw she had a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Most of the time she was a quiet, good girl, but I had also seen with her sister, she could have a mean streak sometimes. I wasn’t sure what I should expect., now that an eleven year old was “in charge” of me.