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I wasn't really a bedwetter but I was (and is still) profoundly incontinent. When I was around 8 or 9, my mom wouldn't change me until after breakfast. The only time she did this before breakfast was that I had a dirty diaper. I remember when during weekends I would sit in the couch and watching cartoons. I would complain about having to get cleaned up and shower. Sometimes my mom just let it go for an hour or so. My older sister would yell to my mom that I had messed my diaper. By then my mom would ask her to change me. She didn't like that but being a good kid she did. By the time I was almost 10, I was more independent and changed myself (as long she supervised). I was pretty good about changing myself but during the weekends, I would delay the changing. Then my mom would come near and smell the odor. She'd say "time to get that dirty diaper out right now." By the time I was 11 or 12, I would change myself before I was asked to.