I have some fond memories of playing wetting games with my younger brother when we were little kids. "Sean" is 2 years younger than me, but we were, and are, pretty tight friends. I think part of that was because of my bed wetting. I wet until I was 10, but apart from a few isolated incidents, he stopped wetting the bed before he turned 4. It's strange being a 10 year old who wears a diaper or trainers to bed, while your 8 year old brother hasn't had to wear them in years, apart from a couple of trips away.
So I think one of the reasons we got on so well is the fact he never made an issue of my night time problem. Sure, it did get mentioned in the heat of a sibling argument a couple of times, but only rarely, and never in front of anyone else. He never teased me, told on me, or threatened me awith exposure over it or anything. In fact, we both had occasions where one of us wet their pants, and we never told on each other, but would rather try to help each other. It was always like a little secret for us, if one of us had an accident.
The swimsuit and undie wetting actually started with us being told it was ok to do it sometimes.
We never had a proper pool, but we always had a paddling pool or later on an above ground one. For years we had an abundance of dirt to. Dad had a she'd put in, and where the foundations had been dug out, there was left a big pile of dirt. He was always going to spread it around the lawn, and eventually did, but after a few years! Until then, Sean and I had a dirt mountain to play on with our cars and soldiers, or for any other digging games we might invent.
When we played in the pool or dirt, we would just strip down to our underwear and a singlet or t shirt so as not to get our clothes dirty. Usually it would be delayed until the last outside activity of the day, so it didn't matter how wet or dirty we got, we would be going inside for a bath or shower afterwards. In Australia, with our hot climate, it's really common for kids to be running around their yards having water fights and such in just their underwear. It gets hot, the kids moan, so you send them outside to play with the hose.
One day we were outside playing in the dirt, both just wearing underpants and t shirts. I would've been about 6-7, with him the aforementioned 2years younger. Suddenly, with no prior warning of impending doom, Sean wet his pants. They were fairly thick cotton, and he fully soaked them and started crying. Mum came out to see what was wrong, and I had to tell her that he had wet himself.
She stood him up and gave him a hug, and told him it was ok, and not a big deal. She told us to go and play in the pool and wash off. I asked mum if she wanted me to get a clean pair of pants for my brother, she just laughed and said we were going to get wet anyway, so it would be silly to change. "I don't think a pair of wet undies matter if you're going to get wet anyway" she said.
So while she didn't actually tell us that we were allowed to wet our underwear, we kinda took it that it was ok because it didn't matter....
After that, we seemed to pee in our pants a lot when we were wearing undies or speedos outside. I remember for a while there we had a lot of nylon briefs. We must've got them for Christmas or something. We soon learned that they weren't absorbent at all, and you could pee straight through them and leave virtually no wet spot, and what little was wet seemed to dry in minutes. There was so many times we'd be playing outside like that and would just pee in our pants as we played.
We did get caught a few times, but it was never a big deal. I remember once peeing in my speedos while sitting down, and my long pale blue t shirt was sitting on my lap. It wicked upwards very effectively, and when I stood up I had a huge wet spot on my shirt. Dad saw me, and I quickly turned the hose on and pointed it at my face, trying to look like I was trying to get a drink but was getting accidentally wet at the same time. He never mentioned it, but I know he saw me in my wet pants.
Does anyone else remember the old style nylon underpants?
So I think one of the reasons we got on so well is the fact he never made an issue of my night time problem. Sure, it did get mentioned in the heat of a sibling argument a couple of times, but only rarely, and never in front of anyone else. He never teased me, told on me, or threatened me awith exposure over it or anything. In fact, we both had occasions where one of us wet their pants, and we never told on each other, but would rather try to help each other. It was always like a little secret for us, if one of us had an accident.
The swimsuit and undie wetting actually started with us being told it was ok to do it sometimes.
We never had a proper pool, but we always had a paddling pool or later on an above ground one. For years we had an abundance of dirt to. Dad had a she'd put in, and where the foundations had been dug out, there was left a big pile of dirt. He was always going to spread it around the lawn, and eventually did, but after a few years! Until then, Sean and I had a dirt mountain to play on with our cars and soldiers, or for any other digging games we might invent.
When we played in the pool or dirt, we would just strip down to our underwear and a singlet or t shirt so as not to get our clothes dirty. Usually it would be delayed until the last outside activity of the day, so it didn't matter how wet or dirty we got, we would be going inside for a bath or shower afterwards. In Australia, with our hot climate, it's really common for kids to be running around their yards having water fights and such in just their underwear. It gets hot, the kids moan, so you send them outside to play with the hose.
One day we were outside playing in the dirt, both just wearing underpants and t shirts. I would've been about 6-7, with him the aforementioned 2years younger. Suddenly, with no prior warning of impending doom, Sean wet his pants. They were fairly thick cotton, and he fully soaked them and started crying. Mum came out to see what was wrong, and I had to tell her that he had wet himself.
She stood him up and gave him a hug, and told him it was ok, and not a big deal. She told us to go and play in the pool and wash off. I asked mum if she wanted me to get a clean pair of pants for my brother, she just laughed and said we were going to get wet anyway, so it would be silly to change. "I don't think a pair of wet undies matter if you're going to get wet anyway" she said.
So while she didn't actually tell us that we were allowed to wet our underwear, we kinda took it that it was ok because it didn't matter....
After that, we seemed to pee in our pants a lot when we were wearing undies or speedos outside. I remember for a while there we had a lot of nylon briefs. We must've got them for Christmas or something. We soon learned that they weren't absorbent at all, and you could pee straight through them and leave virtually no wet spot, and what little was wet seemed to dry in minutes. There was so many times we'd be playing outside like that and would just pee in our pants as we played.
We did get caught a few times, but it was never a big deal. I remember once peeing in my speedos while sitting down, and my long pale blue t shirt was sitting on my lap. It wicked upwards very effectively, and when I stood up I had a huge wet spot on my shirt. Dad saw me, and I quickly turned the hose on and pointed it at my face, trying to look like I was trying to get a drink but was getting accidentally wet at the same time. He never mentioned it, but I know he saw me in my wet pants.
Does anyone else remember the old style nylon underpants?
