I finially made my first communion when i was 15 and had to wear the poofy communion dress and veil with lace anklets and white shoes.I had the traditional white cloth diaper and plastic pants on under my dress and the plastic pants were the snap on kind and fit me snug over my diaper.A quarter of the way down the aisle,the snaps came unsnapped and as i walked,the plastic pants fell off of me and landed on the floor in front of most of the congregation! I was so embarrassed!
So, a few years ago, I was in Disney World for a week. One night, we were watching a few fireworks right outside the hotel building. I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I thought I could hold it for a little longer. I then told my mom, that I needed to go, so we headed back to the hotel room. While we were on the elevator going up to the room, I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I ended up going in my pants. We then went back to room. My mom went out to a store and then came back a few minutes later. she came into the room with a bunch of bags that contained diapers and baby supplies. She said that if I couldn’t control myself like a young woman, then I would be treated like a baby girl. She took out one of the diapers and made me lay down. she put the diaper on me. I took a look and the diapers had Eeyor and Piglet all over. It was embarrassing. I had to wear diapers the rest of the trip. I was even changed on those changing tables in the bathrooms. My mom also took a few pictures and said it reminded her of when I was 2. She also dressed me up like a toddler.
When I was a junior in high school, I broke both my legs in a skiing accident. I spent about two weeks in the hospital, completely stationary. Even after I got home I could only use a wheelchair. On about the first full night in the hospital, I suddenly realized I hadn’t peed since I got there, and the hydration fluid IV wasn’t helping. My nurse, who I think was named Ashley, told me she probably should insert a catheter if I’m going to be staying as long as my doc said I would. I immediately told her NO F-ING WAY. I get that she was a professional, but my limit for grossness is things being stuck up my “you-know-where” like that. I told her I’d go myself, but even I realized I couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom. She replied that if I’d be going so much over the course of the night I might want to consider an adult diaper. I was only slightly less resistant to this than the catheter, but the ward was so busy that a nurse with a bedpan might arrive just a minute too late. That night, I ended up in a ridiculous looking diaper to sleep in. But wait, it gets worse. After a few days, unfortunately, this was the norm, because some meds I was taking made me pee more than usual, and I couldn’t exactly get out of bed for the staff to change the sheets. In what has become a true moment of shame for me, my friends brought the grade-school cheerleading girls I mentored in to visit, right as a nurse was changing my adult diaper! My best friends and these gossipy middle schoolers all accidentally walked in on me while it was going on and have been making bedwetter jokes about me ever since.