There is an interesting pattern emerging here. Like many before, I was a bedwetter with never a dry night until I was 12. At my English boarding school I dried up, but not completely. Waking up in a wet bed that had leaked all the way through and soaked the floor has to be one of the most humiliating moments of my life, let alone doing nothing for the self esteem. Six bedwetters were eventually put into one dormitory, all with the red rubber sheet. Mid 20s to 30s I was pretty much dry but it gradually returned to every night wetting by my 40s. Endless visits to urologists were always inconclusive. I also had the hospital trip with attending students watching me wee into various containers! Daytime wetting started in my late 30s thankfully it was infrequent, but I started to wear nappies during the day as an insurance, quite wisely on some occasions. I often wondered if I was feeling so secure in my nappies that I began to use them when I might not have needed them. I think I was a DL from my 20s with some TB (I never wanted to be babied) thrown in. It took me a long time to reconcile my desires with my needs and I am still not sure if it was ‘chicken or egg’ that came first. Now I am legitimised as I have had the prostate operation an just enjoy my conundrum.