The beginning of Ruth

Ruth · Post by **Ruth** » Sat Dec 11, 2004 2:20 am

Sorry if this is too long.......
When I was 8 years old, I got very sick from one of the childhood things (not sure which one). I was stuck in bed for a long time and my Mother tired very quickly of the extra laundry. She borrowed some cloth diapers and plastic pants from a neighbour who had a daughter the same age. This girl was always sick and had to wear diapers at night. I remember it as if it were yesterday....white flannel diapers(before disposables) and pink plastic pants with a tiny blue bow at the waist.
I do not remember if I protested.
I have only told one person the following story.

I was friends with this girl as she lived just up the road and we went to the same school. She missed a lot of school because of her illness and I used to take schoolwork back and forth for her. I also spent more and more time with her as she had no other friends. The other kids always made fun of her because she was always sick AND...SHE WORE DIAPERS!
I after I got over my childhood illness, I remember her asking if I liked wearing her diapers. Don't recall how I answered but she did tell me I could keep them if I wanted. I promptly went home and told my Mother that I was told I could keep them. She asked if I thought I still needed them or just wanted to wear them. No big deal.

Over the course of the next week or so, my visits with this young girl our play developed into games and tea parties and such. One thing led to another and we started playing dressup. Ya...me wearing her clothes. Her Mother had no problem with this. She was happy that her daughter had a friend. My mother heard about this and even saw me dressed a few times. No problem.

When you are 8, grownups don't tell you much. My friend had luekemia and in those days there was no treatment. A couple of weeks after her passing, her Mother came to our house with a large box. Some of her daughters clothes foe ME! Two fancy dresses, several nylon slips plus panties, diapers and plastic pants in several colours,all with the little blue bows. I quess she thought I might like a few memories.

I have no idea what happened to the dresses and slips as they disapeared soon after but the rest was placed in my dresser. Mother washed things after I had worn them and placed them back in the dresser.

When the panties were outgrown, they disappeared, only to be replaced by new ones! Bless Her Heart! Never said a word.

By age 11, I lost interest in wearing panties and diapers. After a couple of weeks of no panties in the wash, they simply disappeared from my drawer and nothing was ever said. he diapers went soon after.

It wasn't until I was over 30 that I wore any article of female clothing again. Never even had the slightest urge.
The rest is another story for another time.

Post by **DonnaT** » Sat Dec 11, 2004 2:46 am

A very touching story, thanks for sharing. Sounds like your mother was very carring and wise.

Ruth · Post by **Ruth** » Sun Dec 12, 2004 11:41 am

DonnaT
Yes, my Mother was a very sweet person and I miss her very much.
She passed away a few years ago.

When my Father was going through her things, he gave me a small steamer trunk that had a bunch of stuff from my youth in it. The usual school report cards,pictures,my cub scout uniform etc. In the bottom was a small box wrapped in brown paper with my name written on it. The scotch tape was dried out and peeling off, so it had been there for many years. Inside was a pair if the old pink plastic pants with the blue bow. Wrapped in tissue was the surprise. Three nylon panties like the ones she bought for me (Pink, yellow and blue with small lace around the legs)those many years ago. Hand embroidered on each one was the name "Wilma". I have them to this day and they are my most prized memories from my childhood. I quess my Mother really did want that Daughter.

Kristen · Post by **Kristen** » Fri Dec 17, 2004 11:31 pm

Ruth, To have a "girl" friend that touched your life so deeply at 8, then to have your Mother so respectful of your feelings and the little girl's. Then to have that package of panties given to you from your Mother as a rememberance of days and people gone by, is so very touching. What a heartfelt story, thank you for sharing such time in your life......kristen