I’ve told my story lots of times.
I wet the bed till about 6, maybe later. All I had was a plastic sheet, to protect the mattress. My mom got me potty trained, (about 2.5-3) and out of cloth diapers, and was not going back! She thought, if I went back into night diapers, I wouldn’t stop wetting the bed. So on nights I wet, I’d wake up, go down the hall, wake my mom, and in the process my dad
Then back to my room, strip, while mom pulled the wet sheets and covers off my bed. She would throw everything into the wash basket, then clean me up, get new underwear, and pj’s. Put new sheets on, then I could climb back in. Now I had to try and fall back to sleep, her too. I always felt bad, having to wake my mom up. And, I hated that noisy plastic sheet, LOTS! It always screamed BEDWETTER HERE! I had an older sister, who loved to torment me, any way she could, and my bedwetting was no exception. My mom, if she heard it, would scold her, but this was not always so. The funny part, even back before all this, I knew I liked diapers and plastic pantie. But, I was always scared, I would get put back into them, for my bedwetting. It was a matter of pride, everyone always said, only babies wear diapers. I was no baby! And you couldn’t conceive of any friends, cousins, school kids finding out you wore plastic baby pant. The plastic sheet was bad enough.
Later, as I got older, and thought about it. I thought diapers would have been much better, and wished my mom would have used them. As long as things are kept hidden. I was so happy, and grateful, that my bedwetting stopped when it did. I got off kinda easy on that point. Lots of kids, as is evident here, go on much longer.