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Diapered at 14
I had to stay with my grandma for a while when I was 14 due to some family issues. I had stayed there many times before. When I was younger I wet the bed often and still had daytime accidents sometimes. By 14 I didn't wet the bed anymore but I did wet my pants less than a year before. Still my grandma remembered all of that and wasn't taking any chances, so she had bought some Youth diapers "just in case," mostly for night but I wound up wearing them during the day too. For a couple of weeks I woke up dry and ended up just wearing the diaper well into the day, but still using the toilet. Then one day we were at the zoo. I was wearing a diaper under my shorts and had been walking around for quite a while. I had to go really bad and was going to tell my grandma, intending to use the toilet, but then I saw this other girl across the way with her mom. She was about 7ish and they were standing there while she appeared to be doing the pee pee dance. My grandma was sitting on a bench with me standing next to her, and I saw the girl squat down. I could see her diaper through the leg openings of her shorts, and knew her mom must have decided to diaper her for the day too. I assumed she was peeing and I smiled as I watched her, wondering if I should just ... and then I squatted too, and started to pee. It felt so good to just go. I noticed people looking at me as they walked by and wondered if they knew. My grandma did, and when I stood up she checked my diaper right there. We left right about then and she changed my diaper at home. After that I started to just use my diaper almost all the time. I lived with my grandma for almost a year before returning home. By then I basically of had to potty train all over again.
... Again she looked at me with that same expression but said nothing. I started to wonder if I was going to just have to tell her or show it to her. Her cat came in and rubbed against my ankle, and I squatted down to pet her. My diaper crinkled loudly as I went down. I looked and my diaper was visible through my leg openings. I was still facing my grandma and she saw it too. She knew this time, and said "is that a diaper you're wearing?" I picked up the cat and stood, really nervous now, and nodded. She said "I thought so" It turned out she did hear the crinkling all along, but wasn't sure until she saw it. She asked "Why, are you still having accidents?" I could have just said yes and left it at that. She might have understood that. At her age she knew well that many teens and adults have bladder control problems and that they make diapers for them. No big deal. But I wanted her to know the whole story. I said "Yes..but not exactly." I went on to explain that I am an AB/DL and what that meant, and that there are many adults who while not incontinent simply like wearing and using diapers. I saw a worried look on her face. She said "well..I guess I might be to blame for this." I could tell she was struggling with it. I didn't want her to feel guilty, so I said "it's okay grandma. I'm not ashamed of it. You shouldn't be either." I went on to say that yes, it did go back to when I lived with her and wore diapers, and that led to a long conversation about that time. We were back in the living room, and she remembered how mad my mom was when she found out. She asked if I told her. I said "No! I'm still afraid to tell her, but I figured that you might understand" She couldn't blame me for not telling my mom, but she said "I'm not sure I do." She still felt like this was her fault. As we talked about it she reminded me of all the turmoil at home that led me to live with her, and how angry said and depressed I was. I cried a few times as we recalled some things...
... I remembered the first night, having to wear a diaper to bed even though I hadn't wet the bed recently. I was mad about that too, but I tried not to show it. I let her put one on me.I told her that when she left the room I sat there on the bed for a long time realizing how comfortable it felt, not just physically, but emotionally too. I felt like a toddler in diapers again, and I slept better that night and after that than I had in a long time. For the first week or so I always took it off in the morning, but eventually I wished I could just keep it on during the day. One day I did. After pulling the tape on one side and removing it so I could go to the bathroom, I pulled it back on and refastened the tape, which luckily held. I put my shorts on over it and went downstairs. My grandma told me as I related this that today was almost a repeat of that day. It didn't take her long then to realize that I was still wearing a diaper. She was always concerned that I might have an accident but didn't have me in diapers in the daytime. She asked me why, and I told her it was just comfortable. Back then all she said was "alright, well you might have an accident so at least you are ready." She was okay with me wearing diapers then. I didn't use them though. I didn't think I should on purpose until we were at the zoo that day. I remembered my first actual wet diaper change when we got home. She had me lie on the bed and changed me into a dry diaper even though it was still early, long before bedtime. I asked her why she let me keep wearing them when it was obviously not an occasional accident but all the time, on purpose. She told me she didn't know if that was right to let that go on, but after all the things at home, allowing me to be more like a child for a while seemed to be helping me. I WAS still a child as far as she was concerned, and she thought I'd get over it eventually. She thought that happened when I went home. I told her it did help me a lot...
...and I was grateful for it. I said I did stop for a while but told her how I got back into wearing diapers. She still looked uncomfortable, but she said "well I guess you can wear whatever kind of underwear you want to." That made me feel better. I understood her concern. Back then I was a skinny 14 year old that didn't even look my age. Now I was a 21 year old adult, and she had something to do with it. The conversation was good for me, and helped me to heal. Being open with my grandma about it lifted a burden from my shoulders. Finally someone else knows. I told her I mostly wore them at home in the evening. I was glad to be there wearing a diaper and not having to hide it. It was like old times. We watched a movie afterward and I felt just like no time had passed since I lived there. I sat on the floor in my crinkly diaper feeling like a big toddler again and wet my diaper during the movie. When the movie ended my grandma must have figured that I was wet, since I hadn't gone to the bathroom the whole time I was there. She asked "do you need to change your diaper?" Still sitting on the floor, I nodded. I had an extra diaper just in case, but I would have just gone home in my wet diaper and changed at home. I saw a slight smirk on her face as she shook her head and said "alright...just .. go to the bedroom. I'll be right there." I was thrilled as I went there and took my shortalls off and lay down on the bed. She came in after me and changed me, and then I went home. I've thought of visiting her again in a diaper, and probably will sometime now that she knows, but something feels icky about expecting her to change my diapers again, even though I would want that. I feel like I shouldn't use my grandma that way. I'm glad she did it that time, but it feels wrong to plan on it. I'm glad she knows about my diapers though.