>>70170
Yeah, I have a bunch of stories. Some funny, some sad, most are just embarrassing.
One time I ended-up accidentally peeing on a teacher's aid.
When I was in the 2nd grade, I spent most of the school day in a special-ed "resource group." Which had a couple of aids that gave individual help to the students when needed. One kid, who had behavioral issues, had an aid assigned to help him specifically. The other two aids where just kinda floaters.
I had an accident a while ago, and decided I wanted to be changed since my diaper was getting uncomfortable.
In the special ed area there was a joined bathroom area with a changing table that offered partial privacy. If I just needed help re-taping my diaper, I could use the toilet and was helped taping my diaper standing-up. If I had an accident, then I was changed laying on my back on the table. We (the diapered kids in the group) each had our own "changing buddy" stuffed animal kept in our labeled diaper cubby that we had to hold with both arms to keep our hands occupied (i.e. to prevent us from touching ourselves and spreading a mess).
Two aids had to be present when any student had to be helped in the bathroom area. Since the joined bathroom was semi-private, one aid could stand just outside with the door open and in view of the changing table while the other changed the student.
Once I my diaper was removed and I was wiped-up, I feel that I need to go super bad at the same I start to flood. I don't get much warning when I have a bladder accidents (It's caused by an uncontrollable bladder spasm that's triggered by autoimmune inflammation.) So I start peeing uncontrollably while holding on to Garfield, my "changing buddy," spraying they guy that was changing me right in the chest.
I immediately feel bad, but can't do anything (I wasn't allowed to let go of my changing buddy). At this same time the second aid (a female) that was standing the doorway starts laughing at they guy I just peed all over. This makes me smile a bit seeing her reaction, but the male aid is understandably upset and barks at me that it's not funny.
This, of course, makes me cry while he finishes diapering me, and the female aid has to console me afterwards. I always tried asking her if I needed to be changed after that. I felt bad about peeing on that guy, but I also kinda hated him after that too.
From that point on, if I had to be changed, that was always my biggest fear. Even when I was hospitalized when I was 16.