I remember getting up the nerve to buy Gerber plastic pants, and then, even more scary, was actually buying Pampers when I was in high school back in the 80's. I remember going across town on my bike five miles out of the way to a grocery store early in the morning so there would be hardly anyone there in the store. There usually were a few people though.
I can recall that I would cruise the store back and forth passing "the baby aisle" as I thought of it, and if there was a woman there, I wouldn't go in due to being embarrassed. Sometimes it was unavoidable like when there was a lady stock clerk. I'd get up my resolve, and get my Pampers (they still fit me in high school, but just barely). I'll never forget the smell of fresh disposable diapers, baby powder, baby lotion, and of course the fresh smell of new plastic baby pants.
I can remember being so nervous when I went to the check-out line, and hoped that there would be no one behind me. Sometimes someone would get in in line behind me, and my hands would shake when paying for my purchase.
Fast forward to my early 20's, and I would pad out my purchase with lots of cheap items I didn't need. I recall a checkout girl that gave me the eye after seeing all of this extra stuff, and I tried to tell her that me and my girlfriend needed diapers for "our kid" (no girlfriend, and no kid) for a camping trip. She just smiled a "knowing" smile, and rang up my purchases. I think she knew.
Fast forward more when I became more confident, and I was in the diaper aisle, and I saw this guy dressed in a mechanics uniform. He was in his early 20s as well, and looked really nervous. He had that look that I used to have when I bought baby diapers and plastic pants. Our eyes met briefly, and I could tell. I guess you just get to know somehow.
I just went about my business of buying Pampers, and didn't give him a second look. Poor guy! I knew what he was experiencing.
I have so many more stories like that from when I was younger. It's incredible. You always feel some king of stigma, but many people really didn't care as I found out later.
Sure, once in a while I'd get some snide remark from someone in line, I'd turn three shades of red, but after a while, it just stopped.
I have to put this in my book I figure
