When your parents wanted to go out for a while and had a babysitter come over and you were fully 100% potty trained. Did the Babysitter put you back into diapers?
Never.
When I was wetting the bed (between ages 9 and 12), I was able to diaper myself so this never came up.
I stayed at one of those illegal home daycare things for a couple years on and off before I started school and was put into diapers for nap time because I kept pooping my pants during my nap. I remember being really annoyed by this because even though I was a bedwetter I had never needed protection during nap time and I had certainly not been pooping myself, I was taken to a doctor but never found out why this happened and it stopped once I didn’t go there anymore.
OP, what your suggesting would be considered a form of child abuse, at least in the US; please word your questions for appropriately for this website, we all are still getting over last weeks incident.
I remember still occasionally wetting the bed at night form about 4-10 years old. Although my parents and older family members that looked after me around this time never diapered me, my mom did mention to the babysitters that I had sometimes wet and none of them wanted to take a chance having to deal with that so they would diaper me and it’s this first time I remember liking it, secretly enjoying the way it made me feel. The family who lived next door to my family had 3 sisters living in the house, the younger two of the sisters looked after me from time to time, they were probably in their late teens when I was about 5 or so, one of the two would come over to watch me in my house and when it was nap time or bedtime out came the diapers, (they would always bring some with them, there weren’t any in the house anymore as I protested wearing them around family). This is likely when my love of diapers first began.
Later, when I was a bit older, those girls next door grew up too, got busy with school and jobs and eventually moved away. During the time of about 8-10 years old I guess, my mother arranged for a new babysitter when my other family members couldn’t otherwise watch me. She was the secretary at a local doctor’s office, and a friend of the family who lived nearby. When this woman babysat me, I would get dropped off at her house. Because I was still sometimes wetting the bed, she too didn’t take chances and insisted on diapering me as well. I think this also began my enjoyment of being intimately looked after by an older, mature “mommy-like” figure, I liked the smell of the powder, the feeling of being cleaned with wipes and mostly the sensation of a soft diaper being wrapped around my sensitive parts! By about 11 years old I stopped having the wetting problems and this secretary lady stopped looking after me around that same time. It wasn’t until I was an older teen in the early 2000’s that I got back into diapers but that’s a story for another time! ![]()
Funny thing is that I have no memories at all wearing diapers as baby or toddler. I don’t even think that I had an outside babysitter.I was usually watched by family…
I have no recollection of wearing diapers as a baby or toddler. We rarely had babysitters; but, when we did it was usually an older neighbor boy or an adult lady. Another neighbor had a teenage girl that babysat him. If we would watch him for 10 - 15 minutes, she would ride her bicycle to the neighborhood store and buy us a pack of cigarettes. We were about 12 or 13 at the time. This was around 1957 - 58 before there were strict laws regarding tobacco sales.
The only babysitter I ever remember changing my nappy was an Aunt who used to come over and look after me. I think she was one of the few people in my family who knew I was still wearing nappies until I was 6. When I started wearing pull up I wouldn’t tell her if it was wet only if I’d soiled it (at which point it was obvious and overflowing) znd she would take me to my room and clean me up.
My aunt was also the main babysitter I had. My parents would drop me off at her house and I’d play with my cousins until bedtime. She would always put me in a nappy and plastic pants after my bath, just like she’d done since I was 3 and she first started to babysit me.
Baby-sitting is yet another of those things that is more common in America …it seems! The only child-minder I had during the age-range where just-in-case nappy-ing might occur was a draconian old hag who believed in wrist-slapping and children being seen and not heard!
The other two after that (when I was beyond Toddler-stage fully) were a mid-20s student (female) who would only have believed a parent - I never lied to stay padded and another women who very quickly ended up more of a child-minder and just more of a family friend …which is just kinda more special
…this reads a bit like something from Downtown Abbey but I’ve never been that posh!!!