So, I'll say that my parents didnt try to beat the IC out of me or anything, but at every possibility usually whilst i was with would ask about my bedwetting to every nurse, doctor, pharmacist, friend, checkout girl or whomever was close at hand.
Tried every potion, vitamin, restricting fluids, waking up, alarm, etc that was available anywhere in this universe.
Basically, at every moment she would bring it up for any reason at all, not sure if it was supposed to be to embaress me or something or what. Also was told many many times how much money it costs, and also the inconvience in packing/getting diapers. So as soon as i could I started making money doing whateve i could and rode my bike and got my own diapers then in my car, but wanted to just take care of it myself asap.
Now when it came to my brother he would at anytime he could get away with it bring it up to his friends and/or infront of whomever to be an asshole as he was much older than me and took me a long time to be able to take him in a fight, him being 5 years older. But basically made my life in regards to bedwetting hell.
But, the parents didnt punish me per se, and i think they did what they thought was right, but it was still hard hearing that I was costing them money and in the times when diapers were not packed to the cabin or ran out i wasnt yelled at, but there were sure the complaints from my dad about the fact that needed to do something for me, let along it would impact his fishing or drinking time. He was the center of his own universe and really he did try to change in his older years, but were never really close ever till the day he died, but he tried to be better later in life i will give him that
But, at least i didnt get physically beat for it, albeit was mentally beat for it by most people in my life.