In Night Diapers

My earliest memories of being in diapers past potty training are vague yet crystallized in clarity. I was older then three but not four, my sister a year younger never suffered the humiliation. Having only a rudimentary understanding of being singled out to suffer these wrongs done to my pride, I subconsciously endued them. Numerous nameless faces perpetrated the first offenses against my person for reasons I can only guess at. I have conflicting testimony from both my Mother and Grandmother concerning the reason for us being in a Juvenile Facility at our tender ages. That part is of no real importance. What follows is to the best of my knowledge factual.

I woke in the middle of the night in a soaked bed barely aware that it wasn’t of my own accord. I was hustled by some lady to a large tiled room where she forcibly stripped off my wet pajamas; before washing my lower anatomy. I was shivering still in a mindless fog while she drug me into an adjacent room lifted onto a counter or table. I couldn’t make much since of why, nor was there any expansion offered, I simply complied without questions. Presently my legs were lifted until my rear was off the surface, just as I had drifted back to a light sleep. Opening my eyes sluggishly I saw a large white, square object in her other hand. It quickly disappeared from my sight and I was lowered onto its soft comfort. I didn’t realize what it was until she spread my legs wide and pulled part of it between my loins then expertly secured it around my waist. The concept was starting to dawn on me as she deftly pulled a pair of white plastic pants up my legs and over my bundled bottom. A pajama top was whisked over my head before I found myself back on my feet being corralled out of the room. Waddling down the hall, I became more aware of my surroundings even though the dimed lighting. This lady urged me along a brisk pace, to a huge bedroom lined with steel bunk beds on both sides, eventually we stopped at one set of them. I was pushed into a lower bunk and covered up. Without any more thought I faded back into dreamland.

The next morning was a more shocking after being forced out of bed under glaring lights, I was at more of a lose as to what was happening. Even as I complied with spoken commands, I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. I couldn’t put the pieces together of where I was nor where I should have been.  I just knew something was wrong. I recognized and caught up to my sister in sea of kids moving towards the hall. It was stark and dreary looking in the bright light. At the tiled bathroom we were met by a group of ladies and separated into smaller groups. Standing against a wall, I waited for my turn to be selected. I looked around absently, not really thinking about the diapers and plastic pants I was wearing. The chilly morning air was having an effect on them and it suddenly brought to my attention that they were sodden. I wasn’t that concerned or embarrassed at the moment, they were just uncomfortable. I remember tugging on the sagging mass trying to make them stay up. When that failed I tried pulling them off only to have my hair roughly pulled by someone big.  She twisted me around and slapped me on the rear and telling to stop messing with my diapers.

It didn’t really hurt but she got my attention.  The room was more vacant now as the flood of activity was slowing down. We were a mixed group of boys and girls of varying ages.  I wasn’t sure about the selection criteria, until our turned came to be dealt with.  Three of the women came back to join the one watching us, and they each grabbed a child by the hand and started undressing them. To my surprise each of the kids we also wearing diapers and plastic pants similar to the ones I was wearing. The only difference was not all their diapers were wet. The dry kids were directed to one side while wet ones to the other side. When we were all naked, the dry kids were marched by three of the women to another room. The other women turned a hose of warm water on the rest of us before toweling us down. Them we were marched in direction of our predecessors. I was used to seeing my sister naked but not other boys, it was slightly shocking to me, but strangely natural. We were taken to another room full of shelves of clothes; boys were put in pants and girls dresses. Then it was off to breakfast.  Strangely, the rest of the day is shrouded in mist for me, until bedtime when a bunch of us were diapered for the night. I only remember that the next morning my diapers were again soaked.

My other memories of that place and time were during some of our outdoor play sessions. I had seen some of the kids running around in diapers and plastic pants during the day but didn’t know why. There were some younger, older and my age in this condition at various times, while others may have been that way all day. But one day I found out one of the reasons it could happen. The best I can remember it happened when I was goofing around near the slide and disobeyed their rules, I don’t know which one it was but I was suddenly snatched up by some woman and drug inside soundly wailed on, bawled out and chastised while being thickly diapered. This included the plastic pants. Then I was escorted back outside for the rest of the day that way. I don’t know if I used the diapers or not, what time of day it was or if they changed me into fresh diapers for bedtime. The only other part I can clearly visualize is being picked up by Grandma one day and leaving with her, I clearly remember he asking when we got home how come I was wearing diapers though.

There must be a reason made such an impression on me. Years later I learned that we had been in a place called Raymond Hall, part of the Juvenile Detention Facilities of Seattle/Tacoma Metro area in Washington State. I am not sure how long we were there but I believe from what I have been able to get from Grandma or Mom it was about 10 days to 2 weeks. Mom seems to have selective memory a lot these days and the only times I get concrete answers about anything controversial is when she is loaded. I have often wished I could go back in time with my current facility and relive all the diapered times of my youth. Of course, with my body being the proper age I really couldn’t experience as much enjoyment as I can being an adult. But at least my curiosity and unanswered questions could be resolved.