As a boy, I was a bedwetter for several years. I was daytime trained fairly young, but had many accidents until I was about 5.

At night, I would wear thick cloth training pants, and plastic pants to try and keep the bed dry. I also had a plastic sheet on the bed. Some nights the training and plastic pants would hold it all, but many nights it didn't. I would usually put on the diaper pants just before bed, but sometimes changed and then ran around in nothing but the diaper pants for a while. I often wore the wet diapers around the house in the mornings until I had to get cleaned up and changed to go somewhere. There are lots of pictures of me in just my diaper pants on occasions like Christmas, etc. When I started going to school, I had to get up early enough to take a bath every morning so I wouldn't stink at school. This continued until I was about 11 years old.

Sometimes, when we went on trips or camping, my Mom would buy disposable diapers for me. I didn't like the idea at first, but then I discovered that I liked the way they felt on me. Mom used to put them on me (often with the whole family around), but then I learned to do it myself. As I got older it got harder to find disposables that would still fit me.

I remember not wanting to have sleepovers, because I didn't want my friends or relatives to know that I wore diapers to bed.

I remember once when I was 7 or 8 that I had to stay with my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins one night and my parents were away. Both my male cousins in the house were also bedwetters. One of them is my age, and the other is about 2 years younger. My aunt made me wear the same as them: two pairs of thick cloth training pants and two pairs of plastic pants. I felt silly wearing such a thick diaper, since I normally didn't wear them that thick, but at least I didn't get the bed wet that night. I also thought it was gross wearing my cousins diapers (as though mine were any cleaner). When I woke the next morning, my diapers were wet and my cousins were both wet and messy.

There were many other occasions when the family slept over at relatives' houses. I don't remember any specific occasions when my other cousins saw my diapers, but I'm sure many of them did see and knew about them.

My sister and brothers never made a big deal of my diapers. I guess they just got used to it. Even my brother who is six years younger than me was "trained" before I was. There was one time when my sister's friend found out about my diapers (probably saw them when she was sleeping over). She told her little brother who was just older than me. He loved to tease me about my diapers, and especially in front of other people (like at school on the playground).

When I was 10 or 11 my parents took me to a urologist, trying to find out why I was still wetting the bed and leaving yellow spots in my daytime underwear. I suppose they were partially motivated by the fact that I was getting older and wouldn't be able to explain my diapers and/or yellow pants at scout camp, in the school gym, or with friends. The urologist did a bunch of tests (involving x-rays, catheters, and peeing in cups) and discovered that I had a slight deformity in the end of my urethra (which explained my inability to keep the daytime underwear without yellow spots). He also recommended and did a surgery to stretch my bladder. That didn't solve anything. He then arranged for an alarm that would go off in the night when my underwear got wet. I had to wear the alarm portion on my wrist (like a watch), and there were wires that went from there to sensors in my pants. When the moisture connected the 2 sensors the alarm would sound. Then I would have to get up, go upstairs and pee, cleanup, change to dry pants, and start all over again. I didn't much like being disturbed in the night, and would often just remove the sensors to turn off the noise and go back to sleep. My parents were not pleased with that, and made me sleep on the floor upstairs (close to their room and the bathroom). Then they would hear the alarm and make sure that I got up and did the whole routine, (or spank me if I didn't want to). That continued for a month or two until I was trained to get up without the alarm.

I didn't wear diapers again for many years, although I still had occasional accidents (both wet and messy).

Years later, a friend who I often go camping with suggested that adult diapers might be a good way to avoid getting out of the warm sleeping bag in the cold night. I was intrigued by the idea. I don't know if he has ever tried it, but I did. I found that I like diapers. I like the way the comfy fit, the feel of the plastic outer layer, the feeling when I pee myself, and the feel of wearing a wet diaper. I almost always wear diapers when I go camping now, as well as wearing often at work or around the house.

My wife discovered my diapers a couple months ago. She asked me why I had bought them, but then supplied her own answer when she thought about my frequent bathroom problems. She has still never seen me wear the diapers, and I haven't dared ask her to change me, but someday maybe she will.