Here is another email I received today. This one is from Amanda. I hope you don’t mind, Amanda, but I fixed your spelling errors and some grammatical issues.
Just thought I would share my own true story of how I got into this fetish. When I was thirteen, I fell while rollerskating down a hill. I broke my right leg in two places, broke my wrist and my collarbone, and had over 120 stitches in assorted parts of my body. I also bruised my spine, which caused very severe incontinence. The doctors called it urge incontinence back then. Basically, by the time I felt the need to defecate it was already too late and I would mess myself. While the rest of my body healed, the urge incontinence did not go away at first. I had to wear adult diapers while they tried to figure out what was causing it.
The doctor had just assumed that it was caused by a bruise on my spine and had told my mom it would go away when the bruise healed. When it didn’t, he began looking for other causes. This, of course, led to a lot of very uncomfortable and humiliating medical tests. The very first test I had to endure was probably the most humiliating. I was lying on the exam table in the doctor’s office and a nurse came in with some supplies. My feet were placed in the stirrups and my diaper was unfastened. She inserted the tip of a disposable enema bottle into my ass and squeezed in the liquid. Then she just refastened the diaper and told me she would be back in a few minutes to clean me up. It only took a minute for the urge to hit hard and I filled the diaper.
I was crying from shame when she came back into the room. She comforted me and explained that I had to be cleaned out before the doctor could examine me. The whole time she was cleaning me up and changing me into a clean diaper. Then she left the room and the doctor came in a couple minutes later. He unfastened the diaper and started by sticking his finger in my ass and moved it around looking for whatever might be causing my problem. When he didn’t find anything that way, he stuffed an analscope(or however you spell it) into my ass and spread it open. It hurt like hell and I had to sit like that for about five minutes while he looked around inside my ass. After the exam, my mom was called back into the room and the doctor told her that he didn’t find anything and he was going to send me for an x-ray to check the rest of my colon.
The nurse made an appointment for the x-ray the next morning and gave my mom a giant bottle of red liquid that I had to drink that day, with orders not to eat or drink anything until after the x-ray. The red liquid was a half gallon of powerful laxative. I spent the entire day filling my diapers and wishing I was dead. It was absolutely horrible.
The following morning we arrived at the local hospital for the x-rays, but they had another surprise in store for me. It turns out the only way to take an x-ray of your intestines is to use a contrast material called barium. They had me lie down on a big stainless steel table and this really cute x-ray technician comes in with a big bag of white liquid hanging from a medical pole. He was very sweet to me as he explained that he was going to fill me up with that fluid to take the x-rays.
First, he unfastened my diaper, which was thankfully clean, and then rolled me onto my side. He then lubricated the enema nozzle and quickly inserted it into my ass. The nozzle had two inflatable bulbs on the end to keep it from coming out. One on the inside and one on the outside. He inflated them a few times and check to make sure it was a good seal. It was incredibly humiliating, but at the same time exciting. The thought of this hot guy doing these things to my body had me all flustered and turned around inside.
Next, he released the enema and let it flow into me. He spent a bit of time rubbing my belly and making sure I was okay while he waited for me to fill up. When the bag stopped flowing, it was time for the x-rays. He helped me roll onto my back and then he placed a lead shields over parts of my body that didn’t need to be x-rayed. He then disappeared into another room for a few minutes to take the x-rays.
Once finished, he came back into the room and lifted me off the table and helped me stand up. The nozzle was still stuck in my ass. He explained that usually they take it out and send patients to the toilet, but with urge incontinence I wouldn’t make it. He followed me to the toilet with the enema bag and stand in tow. He had me squat over the toilet as he pulled out the nozzle and left the room as I immediately began to release the barium solution.
He returned a few minutes later with another enema bag on a pole and a standard nozzle and explained that the barium solution needed to be washed out. I stood up and bent over the sink and he inserted the nozzle and held it in place while he gave me a clear water enema. This happened twice to ensure all the solution was cleaned out. After releasing the final enema, he helped me clean up and then he rediapered me. I should have told him I could diaper myself, but I was really liking the idea of him doing it. I think that was the point that it really became a fetish for me.
It turned out the urge incontinence was caused by nerve damage and it did eventually heal. After about a year, I had full control again. I would often fake minor relapses though, whenever the desire to be diapered became too strong. My mom completely believed it though, thanks to the doctor. He had told us that relapses might happen, which is what gave me the idea in the first place.
I hope you are able to print my story. And I apologize for the poor spelling. Spelling simply isn’t my strong suit.
Here is a letter I received today from Andi…
Hello there. I read your recent post about how some people truly experienced diaper punishment as children. My story is a bit different, but completely true.
I grew up with a very loving mother and occasionally abusive father. I say occasionally, because most of the time he was a decent father. He supported the family, went to my extra curricular events, etc. However, every few months, he would go out drinking with his friends. He got very mean when he was drunk and my mother would lock me in my room on nights he went out drinking. She would rather he abuse her than me.
This is where the diaper come into the picture. Hearing him yell at my mom would scare me senseless and I would often wet the bed out of fear. This was a common theme on nights I was locked in my room, so she decided that diapers would solve that problem. Throughout my childhood, any night my dad would go out drinking, I spent the night diapered and locked in my room. As I got older, it became a fetish. I have no idea why. It just happened.
Currently, I am 43 years old and live with an amazing man that keeps me in diapers most weekends. He is strict, but caring and I love him completely. We are both huge fans of your web site. Please keep up the great work!