ballyhooser
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Haven't seen this in awhile. If you are or were actually a bedwetter how did you and your parents handle it?
I had one older and ne'er brothers that had no wetting issues at all. While my parents seemed supportive there was no question that I wear thick pin on diapers with plastic pants to bed at night. At the time I hated them because of course behind my parents backs I would get regular jabs from especially my older brother about wearing my baby diapers. My mom wasn't discreet about it at all as she would do the laundry and stack our stuff in separate piles on the steps and there was my pile with diapers etc. stacked. When we went to my cousins house there I was in my puffy pants under my pajamas before bedtime as everyone knew I was a bedwetter. I was always told if I could go one week without waking up in a wet diaper I could stop wearing them. I might have called this a pipe dream since I wet every night, often more than once. Anyway once I showed and convinced my mom I could diaper myself, at age 10 or 11, I thought myself clever enough to wake up in the morning and change into a dry diaper to show I had stayed dry. Of course there was the problem of the wet diaper which I tried to hide in my closet. Of course the smell gave that away after a couple of days so my punishment was twofold, I had to once again lay down spread eagle while my mother pinned on my diaper (bedroom door open for any of my brothers to witness) and I wasn't allowed to take off my diaper in the morning until it was checked by one of my parents. Weekdays this was fine but on weekends they would often sleep in so I would have to parade around the house in wet diapers under my pajamas. Again a great visual for my brothers. Once I entered high school I was allowed to start flooding my sheets (plastic covered mattress of course) and now had to deal with huge daily/morning messes. Not having enough time every morning to deal with it I often just folded down the bedding and let my soaked sheets dry out during the day. After a few days of this the smell got bad enough that I would change and wash my sheets. This hassle continued most of my high school years. At age 17 or 18, I was very tired of this and put myself back in diapers. I suppose the best part of this was I now welcomed and felt so much better going to sleep every night knowing I would sleep and wake up in a dry bed.
I had one older and ne'er brothers that had no wetting issues at all. While my parents seemed supportive there was no question that I wear thick pin on diapers with plastic pants to bed at night. At the time I hated them because of course behind my parents backs I would get regular jabs from especially my older brother about wearing my baby diapers. My mom wasn't discreet about it at all as she would do the laundry and stack our stuff in separate piles on the steps and there was my pile with diapers etc. stacked. When we went to my cousins house there I was in my puffy pants under my pajamas before bedtime as everyone knew I was a bedwetter. I was always told if I could go one week without waking up in a wet diaper I could stop wearing them. I might have called this a pipe dream since I wet every night, often more than once. Anyway once I showed and convinced my mom I could diaper myself, at age 10 or 11, I thought myself clever enough to wake up in the morning and change into a dry diaper to show I had stayed dry. Of course there was the problem of the wet diaper which I tried to hide in my closet. Of course the smell gave that away after a couple of days so my punishment was twofold, I had to once again lay down spread eagle while my mother pinned on my diaper (bedroom door open for any of my brothers to witness) and I wasn't allowed to take off my diaper in the morning until it was checked by one of my parents. Weekdays this was fine but on weekends they would often sleep in so I would have to parade around the house in wet diapers under my pajamas. Again a great visual for my brothers. Once I entered high school I was allowed to start flooding my sheets (plastic covered mattress of course) and now had to deal with huge daily/morning messes. Not having enough time every morning to deal with it I often just folded down the bedding and let my soaked sheets dry out during the day. After a few days of this the smell got bad enough that I would change and wash my sheets. This hassle continued most of my high school years. At age 17 or 18, I was very tired of this and put myself back in diapers. I suppose the best part of this was I now welcomed and felt so much better going to sleep every night knowing I would sleep and wake up in a dry bed.