Posted by oznl on August 09, 2010 at 19:20 [122.108.249.32]
In Reply to: Wanna have a memory! posted by Me ... Again! on August 04, 2010 at 21:08
I have a couple of memory-fragments where I now know I was wearing nappies (subsequent photographic evidence of events I recall) but I honestly cannot recall being aware of my nappied state.
One in particular is a photograph that I remember my father taking early one morning – It was a summer morning and the photo shows me not long out of bed, sitting on the front step wearing nothing but a suspiciously sagging flannel night nappy under fairly puffy plastic pants (I know from watching my younger siblings that my mother was notoriously care-free in changing wet children).
I know it isn’t a false memory as I remember watching my father take the photograph. I was fascinated by the brown leather case and the “click” noise his old SLR. I must have been not quite two years old.
There are one or two other such events where I know I *must* have been in nappies but cannot recall anything specific about them. I’m guessing that as they were what I wore all the time, the experience of them didn’t rate any special place in my memory.
First recollection with some context was me deliberately wetting my pants one night before bed. I was kneeling on the bed playing with a car and just felt like doing it. It can’t have been much as the bed didn’t get wet but I recall the nice warm feeling in my crotch and I did it slowly to prolong the experience. I had no strategy for escaping detection of course (I was probably a shade older than two and would only very recently have been toilet trained) I was duly but mildly chided by my mother as she dressed me for bed (which most likely would have involved pinning me into a nappy but I honestly can’t recall).
Next memories surrounded my younger sister who was an inveterate bed-wetter. She was put back into nappies at around 4 years of age. Every night she awoke and called out to be taken to the toilet. Every night, a grumpy parent would yell from their bedroom “just do it in your nappy!” upon which instruction my sister fell silent. I was lying in bed knowing that on the other side of my wall, in the next bedroom, my sister was tucked up in bed deliberately wetting her nappies. This seemed so attractive to me but I didn’t dare wet the bed to try to elicit a similar fate.
This was the first point at which I recall nappies being an object of desire for me (as opposed to a simple material fact). I must have been around 6 years old.
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