The first couple of years in elementary school was incredibly stressful for me in fact school in general was a source of considerable trauma and stress in my life. The lessons were not particularly difficult in fact I remember thinking it was so easy and wondered by others were having so much trouble with reading and arithmetic. For me socialization was incredibly awkward, and I just did not relate to the boys. At recess and lunch, I tried to fit in with them and their games, but I was inept at everything and as children can be they immediately spotted my weaknesses and being different and I quickly became the source of teasing and bullying.
At the same time my dad
was travelling for business less and having him home made my special times with
my mom less frequent. My dad was a typical European dad expected his son to
play soccer and every other sport. At first my mom convinced him that sports
might not be the best for me, but he relented and by 2nd grade I was
forced to participate in sports like soccer, swimming and baseball to be honest
I was not very good at the sports especially soccer which required some
physical attributes. I remember being teased and being called a sissy by some
of the boys because I often would end up crying during a game if I was knocked
over or hit hard by the ball or another player.
He and my mom argued
constantly about why I was being diapered every evening and about why she was
encouraging me to help her cook and my interest in “girl things” along with why
she was letting my hair grow so long and what infuriated him the most was why I
was often wearing girlish looking outfits and especially dresses.
I woke up I the middle of
the night many times to the sound of them arguing about me and him insisting
that I learn to a normal boy. I was
very stressed whenever my dad was home, and I began to have more and more
accidents not just at night but also during the day. Stress began to manifest
itself with me uncontrollably wetting myself as soon as I felt nervous or
threatened. I began to have accidents at school and as you can imagine only
made things worse. The teasing from the boys and some of the girls was horrible
and I was being called “baby” constantly.
My mother’s solution was
to diaper me during school days and if I had an accident, she would change me
when I came home for lunch. This solution stopped embarrassing wet pants, but
it was only a matter of time when a boy named Eric spotted my plastic pants
sticking out from the back of my pants. To make it worse he was the class bully
and a few days later when we were outside he knocked me to the ground, pulled down
my pants to expose my diapers and plastic pants then pull my pants right off so
now I was fully exposed for all to see.
After that incident school
was pure hell, I pleaded with my mom not to make me go to school, but she
insisted I go which lead to many morning of me faking illness or a stomach
ache. I ended up having just one friend
during my first couple of years in elementary school. A girl named Erin who was
sweet and would spend time with me on the school grounds at recess and
lunch. I recall being so happy when I
told my mom that she had invited me over to play. I was confused when my mom
showed concern and then she went over to speak with Erin’s mom who was also at
the school picking her up at the end of the day.
I don’t know what she said
to Erin’s mom but that weekend I had my first “play date” at her house. I will
always remember that morning how my mom constantly reminded me about table
manners, saying please and thank you, offering to help clean up, and every
other thing a kid could possibly forget. Just before leaving she called me to
my room where she had laid out my clothing. I was a little surprised that the
clothing was one of the outfits she had made for me. It was similar to a little
boy’s sailor suit and the shorts were baggy and had a slight bubble effect.
She reminded me that Erin
already knew I wore diapers because of the incidents at school and she had
discussed my occasional wetting with Erin’s mom at school the other day.
I was very nervous when my
mom dropped me off, in addition to the faint sound of the plastic pants when I
walked and the bulkiness of the diaper the other thing was the distinct smell
of the baby powder. My initial nervousness was for not and within a few minutes
I forgot about my diapered condition. I had a great time I remember we baked
cookies, played some board games in her room, etc. it was the first time in my
life I had fun playing with someone else. When my mom came later in the afternoon to pick me up I pleaded with her to let us finish the game we were playing. I recall that she and Erin's mom had coffee and chatted for quite some time and when Erin and I came back into the kitchen the quickly changed subjects.
Erin's mom said to me as we were leaving that I was welcome to come over anytime and that it was nice for Erin to have a friend who was so similar and liked the same things.

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