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As a seventh grader I often wore diapers to school under my street clothes. Some of the eighth graders suspected I was wearing something and decided to confront me. I was depants on the playground exposing my diapers. Pants were tossed in the schools dumpster where I had to dig them out while nearly the whole school watched. Bell rang and I had to get in line (we all did) at the door, stumbling about trying to get back in my pants. Got to my room half dressed. Teacher was not sympathetic. My diapers were to much of a disruption. Spent the afternoon out in the hall. Was the schools laughing boy for months.
