i was a bedwetter until around 12 or so, and while i don't have very strong memories of my childhood due to PTSD and Dissociative Identity Disorder, i can confidently say that i have no strong memories of negative feelings about my diapers or bedwetting. to me, it was just a fact of life, i was too young to understand that i should be "embarrassed" by it, i think being autistic also helped in that regard because it was just my reality. it was how i had to do things, so why would i feel bad about it? i think i was too young to understand those societal pressures and fears, but i know for a fact that my mom was horrified of other people finding out to the point where she took time off of work to be my chaperone on a school field trip where i had to stay overnight in a hotel because we had traveled to another state.
my mom was a very crappy person so this really wasn't a gesture of love for me, but rather one of embarrassment and not wanting to have to deal with talking to the principal of my school again for the goodness-knows-how-many'th-time since i was very heavily bullied for being fat, autistic, and androgynous. i think it was also partially because she knew the bedwetting was from the abuse my father had put me through. i think she was just embarrassed that it was a sign of her poor parenting, you know? the bedwetting stopped once my father moved out and we moved away from my childhood home. i don't really remember what it was like when i was dry again at night or how it felt to finally stop. all i know is that when i had to wear them, i accepted my diapers, they were just my night time underwear and it saved me from having to sleep in a wet bed. again as an autistic person sleeping in a cold wet bed was just impossible, i'd rather have the diapers!!!!!