I have been a bedwetter my whole life. I wore diapers until I was 6 then mom put a plastic sheet on my bed to control the wetting. This continued until I was 10, on my 10th birthday mom told me after dinner that I still has another present coming. My 2 brothers laughed, so I was worried. I was told to go potty, and then report to my parents room.

I did as instructed and when I got to moms room mom had a bag of toddler diapers, and the baby powder waiting. I cried that I was not a baby, and was rewarded with a pacifier being placed into my mouth. I was then diapered, and told to go kiss daddy and my big brothers good night. It wasn't till I got downstairs, that I realized mom called my younger brothers my big brothers. I kissed dad good night, and then mom told me it was bed time.

I protested that I was 10, and Davy was 8 and Robert was 5, why should I go to bed first. Mom produced my paci from her house coat and announced that the baby was getting cranky, so she was right this new bedtime was needed. I cried myself to sleep for the first of many times.

I was happy when I woke up in the morning, as I felt the dry bed, mommy then stuck her fingers inside the diaper, and announced that I was wet, but could eat breakfast before being changed. I couldn't believe that mom was going to make me eat in a very wet diaper, but she did. Davy and Robby were besides themselves, with laughter and mom finally threatened them if they did not stop.

I was not a happy camper, but soon ate my cereal, and requested to leave the table, (This is a must even now at my parents house.) Mom told me, no as she did not want my diapers to leak on the furniture, and I should just sit there and she would change me as soon as she could.

This continued for 2 months and then at Christmas, mom told me that they bought me a new mattress for my bed, I was surprised as dad always said I needed to grow up and stop wetting and then I would get a new bed. I soon found out they bought me a hospital mattress, with plastic cover all over. I cried again that night, and begged mom to return my old mattress.

I then decided that two could play this game, and that night I messed my diapers, let mom deal with them in the morning, was my thoughts. I was made to eat breakfast before being changed, and by the time I had a rash that wouldn't stop. Mom laughed at me, as she changed me saying the big baby got a nice diaper rash, and it served me right. She took my messy diaper off, and made me bathe while she got some new baby things for me.

I was taken to the back of the house and placed into the bathtub to get changed. I was then giving a bath, after which I was diapered as a punishment. I protested that I was not a daytime wetter, but Mom pointed out that, "babies who mess in their diapers must need them all day long." Boy, talk about having the tables turned, I was now forced wear diapers all day and this continued for the whole Christmas break.

Christmas morning, I was made to open all my new baby stuff while still in my wet nighttime diapers, and I couldn't believe it, I was getting all toys and clothes for a big 2 yr. old. My brothers laughed at me, and Mom didn't even stop them. I got my first onesies, footed Pj's as well as outfits with snaps to make babies changes easier. Mom told me she found a hospital supply store that sold clothes for handicapped children, and I sure acted like I was one.

The whole break I was babied 24/7 and the night before school was to start Mom told me if I had anymore poopy diapers or daytime accidents I would wear diapers and some of my new clothes to school. Needless to say, at that time, this scared me into no more poopy pants, and if I had a daytime accident, I hid it as well as a preteen could. Looking back I guess it might have been fun to be a big baby but I was a big scaredy-cat and I didn't want my friends to know.