Lifelong bedwetter that had to wear pin on diapers with plastic pants until I entered high school just before I turned 15. I was an every night wetter that often wet more than once and even with thick diapers on I would get pjs and sheets over my plastic covered mattress somewhat wet a couple of days a week. By this time I had developed a love hate relationship with my diapers. I hated wetting every night and my older brother loved threatening me with telling my friends that not only was I a bedwetter but I slept in diapers. I could never have any friends in my room in fear they would sit on my bed and hear the loud crinkle of my plastic mattress cover. twice I had friends sit on my bed when I was like 11 or 12 and both times they commented “why is there plastic on your bed” then say oh I know why!!!. Always super embarrassing. I also had to deal with the fact my mom usually laundered my diapers and would just stack them along with my plastic pants in the laundry room, on the steps going upstairs, or on my bed in my room. I was always scrambling to get those out of site. so while I was becoming a dL, but hating the fact I was a teenage guy that peed in my sleep nightly I was always trying to convince my mom I was no longer wetting my diapers. I’d wake up and put on a dry diaper and show her. Well obviously I had nowhere to put my wet diapers or plastic pants so hiding them was kind of silly. The smell after a day or to made them very easy to find and upset my mom quite a bit. I was 11 or 12 doing this and I would get punished, not for wetting at night but trying to hide it from her. She made me return to her putting my diapers on for bed, in my room, on my bed, with the door open and I felt like a 5 year old again. I also had to not remove my morning diaper until she checked it, and of course it was wet every morning.
once in high school I was allowed to stop wearing diapers and could now wake up in the middle of the night in a flood puddled up on the sheets as the mattress protector did it’s job. Pj’s, blankets, sheets, and often my pillow were all drenched in smelly pee. I was now in charge of changing my bed and laundering everything. Many mornings I didn’t have time to do this so my exposed soaked bed would simply dry out during the day. Now of course my room had that strong bedwetters smell. I missed my diapers terribly but had to pretend this was a better plan, after all I was now 15. Well I let this go less than a year and told my mom I needed to go back to my diapers. I acted likeI had no choice but in reality I loved being back in diapers every night and really no longer hated waking up soaked every morning.
Dr’s kept saying Id outgrow it but I never did. Not until my 30’s did I have a through eurodynamic study done that showed I have a neurogenic bladder, probably since birth, with no identifiable cause (like spina biffada)
Asthe dr. put it my bladder more or less acts like a babies in that communication between my bladder and brain don’t function properly and my hopes of having any nightime control “might” be cured via surgery. Might is not good enough for me to go that route.
I also struggled forever with daytime leaking issues, for the same reason, and had to find a bathroom 15-20 times a day. I always wore thick training type pants or double pairs of underwear to catch leaking issues. At least 3 times that I can remember my mom had to bring a change of pants to school for me when I’d have a mortifying accident.
fortunately now being a dL mades all of this much easier. I still wear thick pin on diapers with plastic pants at night and usually quality disposables during the day. Sometimes when I’m not concerned about the bulge I’ll wear my cloth diapers during the day.
