Posted on Thu, 9 June 2022
I was legitimately diaper punished at 19 years old. This isn't a fantasy story. It's something that happened to me when my parents dropped me off at a "conversion therapy" camp in 2006. My parents have always been die-hard conservatives and hardcore religious.
When I was 19, I was dating another girl and she had come over to hang out. We told my parents were studying, but we were actually making out in my bed. Turns out my parents had put a nanny cam in my room, because they suspected we were more than just friends.
Maybe a week later, they tricked me into going to this rural farm by telling me they needed help picking up supplies for the church. In reality, it was a conversion therapy clinic, where I was confronted about my sexuality. I was very combative and the bullshit "doctor" admitted me to the clinic against my will, claiming I was a danger to myself. That's how they get away with essentially kidnapping adults for conversion therapy - by claiming their sexuality is self destructive.
It was mostly the typical bullshit you hear about conversion therapy. We went to therapy sessions twice a day - one group session and one individual session with the doctor. Aside from that, we had church services every single day and were given a long list of farm chores. It seemed more like a slave labor camp than anything else to be honest.
Corporal punishment was used regularly. It was a punishment only used if you accrued too many demerits or if you got physical with the staff. I never got that particular punishment but I did come close. The problem I had was a weak bladder, which became an issue when we were only allowed to use the bathroom on a set schedule. They were concerned we would use bathroom breaks to do 'lesbian things', so we were only allowed in the bathrooms when supervised.
The first couple times I wet my pants, I was given demerits and taken to the showers by an orderly. The third time I wet my pants, however, I was taken to the nurse and given an adult diaper. They made a big deal out of humiliating me for not being able to control my bladder and sent me back to finish my chores without pants. None of the other girls made fun of me or laughed. They mostly just looked at me with pity, knowing full well the same could happen to them.
After that day, my daily pile of clean clothes included a disposable diaper. I was still allowed to use the bathroom, but had to wear the diaper in case I couldn't wait until schedule bathroom breaks, which was often. I was also allowed to wear pants over the diaper after that first humiliating day.
During my six week stay at the clinic, I grew to enjoy the diaper. It felt amazing, especially when it was wet, and I found I could reach orgasm by only slightly rubbing against the wet diaper while lying in bed. I also learned to tell the doctor what he wanted to hear and convinced him I wasn't actually gay. I told him the other girl in the video was my best friend and I was too scared to say no when she kissed me. It worked and I was released back to my parents.
The doctor told my parents everything and they told him I was lying, because they only put the nanny cam in my room because it had been going on for a long time. He was very sure of himself though and insisted I had been truthful and they had probably noticed my friend's sexuality, which triggered an investigation. They were definitely not buying it, but the doctor insisted I was good to go...
... and GO I did! As soon as we got home, I grabbed everything of importance that I needed and walked out the door. My mom tried to pull me back, but let go when I slapped her. I walked eight miles to my friend's house and was greeted by hugs from both her and her mother. They had already been told I was sent to conversion therapy, so there wasn't much to explain. They insisted that I move in right then and there.
Funny side story: My father came to the house the following day demanding I go back with him. My friend's mother got in the way and he pushed her aside in her own house. That triggered my friend's dad to come running across the house and physically throw my father out the door - actually kicking him in the ass as he flew off the porch. I haven't seen or talked to my parents since that day.
My newfound diaper fetish seemed to come and go over the next few years. It mostly flared up when I was high stress situations and would fade from memory when things were going well. However, by the time I hit my late 20s, I realized the stress relief of wearing diapers came in handy. My girlfriend isn't a huge fan of the diapers, but she is very supportive of my desires. She will diaper me and change me, but doesn't like the diapers to be involved when we're intimate. It works for both of us and I couldn't be happier.