Blue Biggle's Journal - My Life - Part 7

At age 9, we were living in Washington again and had no more foster children. The house we moved into was good sized and whoever had lived there previously had left a pair of green Playtex rubber gloves behind. I found them in the laundry room. I wore them a couple times, but my Mom found out that I had them, got angry, and took them away. I eventually found them again and hid them in a better place. I would wear them once in a while. They were unlined and felt great, but I also felt self conscious and embarrassed about it, as if I was doing something horribly horribly wrong. I know better now.

Not much else happened during this time that I can remember. I guess my desire for diapers came and went during these years.

Age 10 & 11: (1979 - 1980)

By this time, we moved to yet another city in Washington. One day, I had gotten my hands on a Pampers disposable diaper. One of my Mom's friends from work had a 16 month old baby and she had left a new diaper in the car. I went out to the car and snuck the diaper back into my room so I could wear it. It was a large sized Pampers, but just as when I was four, this diaper was just too small. I took off my clothes anyway and tried to wrap it around me as best as I could. Even though I couldn't fasten it in place, the diaper covered me somewhat and the feeling was incredible. I squeezed and pushed on the thick padding, felt the soft plastic, and made it rustle. The feeling was fantastic.

On other occasions, I would take a white kitchen garbage bag, cut leg holes, and wear it over my underwear like a pair of plastic pants. It was better than nothing at all, but it just wasn't even close to what I wanted.

Age 12 - 14: (1981 - 1983)

In late 1980, we packed up and moved all the way to Minnesota, because my Mom got a good job opportunity there. I remember not having much interest in diapers for the first year there. It snows a lot in Minnesota so I had a snowsuit, moon boots, and gloves for playing out in the snow. I remember enjoying that a lot. The feeling of being swaddled up nice warm and snug. That would have been an ideal time to be diapered. No one would have known.

During age 13 and 14, I would use plastic garbage bags as plastic pants. I didn't really engage in that much because my Mom was very nosey and would barge into my room often.