Name: Baby Ricky Ages: 5 Current Age: 48 This is a true account of how I started back in diapers. When I was about five years old I was still wetting the bed enough that my mom kept a plastic sheet on my bed. Actually it was an old shower curtain. I hated the noise it made when I moved around in it but I had no choice. My younger brother was two and had his own room. He was potty trained in the day and was just beginning to achieve night dryness. For some reason the summer after I turned five, I started to have daytime accidents where I would be outside playing with the neighborhood kids and without realising it I would wet my pants. All the kids would make fun of me and tell me to go have my mom change my pants. My mom was sympathetic at first but after a while I guess she decided enough was enough. I was outside playing kickball with the other kids. I was on third base and all of a sudden I started to wet my shorts. I remember standing there with pee running down my leg and I could not stop. My mom heard all the laughing and come out to see what was going on. When she saw that I had wet myself again, she became very angry and grabbed me by the hand and led me inside. I thought that she would give me a spanking and put me in my room. Instead we passed my room and went straight to my baby brother's room. She picked me up and put in my brother's crib and stripped off my wet shorts and underwear. Everything was happening so fast that I could not say a word. Mom told me to lay still and then went over to the closet and came back with a box that said "BABY THINGS". I was still in shock as mom opened the box and took out two cloth diapers, some baby wipes, little ducky diaper pins, and some baby powder. Fist mom took a baby wipe and proceeded to clean me up. As I lay there I remember how vulnerable I felt. Next she folded the two diapers together so they would fit me, grabbed my ankles and lifted me up then slid the cloth diapers under me. The whole time she is telling me that she is tired of cleaning up after me and that this had been the fourth time this week that I had wet my pants like a little baby and that if I was going to act like a baby, that she was going to treat me like a baby. She said that I was going to wear a diaper for the rest of the day just like a baby. I was crying and telling her that I didn't wet on purpose and that it would not happen again. Please don't put me back in diapers. She said that I could show her what a big baby I was. As I lay there mom sprinkled the baby powder on my diaper area then pulled the cloth diapers up between my legs and fastened them on each side with the little ducky diaper pins. When she was finished she stood me up on the floor and told me to go outside and play. I asked for some clean shorts to put on over my diapers but she said that I don't need any shorts and that I should let all my friends see that I was wearing baby diapers. I said "But they will think I am a baby". Mom said that they already knew I was a baby because they had seen me wet my pants four times this week. Mom led me by the hand outside to show all the kids that I was being treated like a baby. I stood there in total humiliation with nothing on except my T shirt, shoes and socks, and cloth diapers. One of the kids said she thought I looked so cute, especially the ducky diapers pins. After about an hour of teasing we started to play hide and seek. I was hiding and I felt that I had to pee. Before I could move I just let loose and wet my diaper. I was so scared I didn't know what to do. About that time the person that was it found me and noticed right away that I had wet my diaper. Instead of tagging me he went to the back door and told my mom that I had wet my diapers. My mom came outside and this time she was madder that I had ever seen her. She yanked me up by my arm and dragged me to the house. The whole time she was saying that she could not believe that I had wet my diaper. Mom took me back to my baby brother's room and put me in his crib. As she was unpinning my wet diaper she was saying that she knew now that I was a real big baby and need to be in diapers. I said that it was an accident and that I was not a baby. She said, "How can you lay there in a wet diaper and tell me you are not a baby that still needs his diapers. I could not answer. Mom took off my wet diaper, cleaned me up and put a dry diaper on me. I was really surprised when she took a pacifier out of the box and told my to put it my mouth. I did as she said as I started to cry. She said look at you. I think you really are just a big baby. When she was done diapering me she set me on the floor and then took me over to the full length mirror on the back of the door so that I could see myself in diapers and sucking on a pacifier. Then she led me to the kitchen where she filled a baby bottle with milk, handed it to me and told to drink the bottle. I was then told to go outside for a little while and that she would call me in later. All of the kids had gone home by this time so I was not publicly humiliated again. I was worried about what my mom had planned. When my mom finally called me inside she said that she had a surprise for me and that things were going to be different around the house. She took me down the hall to my baby brother's room. As I looked around I noticed that something was different. There was a diaper pail by the crib and diaper stacker full of cloth diapers hanging on the end. Then mom explained the surprise. She had been worried about how she could afford new bedroom things for my baby brother since he had been potty trained both day and night and no longer needed to sleep in a crib. Mom had found a solution. My brother and I would switch rooms and from now on I was going to be the baby. I could not believe my ears. Then mom showed me that all my brother's clothes had been moved to my old room and that my clothes had been packed in a box and that my new dresser was filled with baby clothes, diapers, and plastic baby pants. From now on I was to be the baby and would be treated just like a baby with pacifiers, baby bottles, diapers, I would sleep in the crib and eat my meals in a high chair. For the next three years I was in diapers all the time. There was no attempt to hide my diapers or the fact that I was a big baby who still needed his diapers. Then mom potty trained me again and this time it took. I will never forget my diaper experience and to this day I wear cloth diapers as often as possible.