I wet the bed until I was 10. Not every night, but at least 2-3 times a week. I usually didn't wet heavily, but just didn't wake up until I felt myself leaking, and sometimes I couldn't stop even after waking up. As a result I wore either a diaper or thick cotton underwear with extra padding in them every night until then. After I turned 10, the wettings nearly stopped, but not completely. I continued to wear the thick undies until I was at least 13, even though by then I was dry 99% of the time. I think I probably wet the bed maybe 2-3 times a year by that stage, and wet only once and for the last time at age 14.
I really hated my bed wetting. My brother is 2 years younger than me, and he was dry at night (mostly) by the time he was 4. He never really gave me too much of a hard time about it, but it still sucked nonetheless. It was weird being the older kid, and being what is considered to old for accidents, but still being the one wearing baby stuff around him.
I actually hated getting my sheets wet so badly, that it got to the stage that I didn't even care that much about wetting, so long as my sheets stayed dry. I've read other people's stories saying pretty much the same thing, so I guess I wasn't unique in that regard. I had accepted, albeit with reluctance, that I was going to pee in my sleep sometimes, but as long as my bed stayed dry, I could accept that. I just hated having to tell my folks that my sheets needed changing. Again.
My mother continued to be the one who would put my night diaper (disposable) on until I was about 9. By then, I was adept enough to do it myself, but she would still check it to make sure it was on properly. But by then, because I could do it myself, it didn't seem like a big deal, just a routine thing I had to do.
I think my hatred of actually getting my sheets wet lead me to see my nappies as a source of comfort, safety and security. While I really wanted to stop wetting in my sleep, it didn't seem such a big deal so long as I had protection on. I didn't even like laying in bed without at least my training pants on, in case I should somehow fall asleep and wet myself. So while I hated the actual wetting, I guess that I formed a bond with wearing protection as a security thing.