The year is now 1996 and I am 25 yrs of age I have been dry day and night for the last 10 yrs .

I set off from work as usual I put my seatbelt on then started the engine and off I went on the 20 mile drive home. I was nearly home when I came to some traffic lights which were on red. I slowed down and stopped at the lights to wait for the green light to come on. After about 30 seconds I heard a loud horn. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a jack-knifed 38-tonne lorry coming towards me fast. There was nothing I could do but hold on and close my eyes. It seemed to take forever for the lorry to hit my car, then it came. BANG! It crushed my car like a matchbox. I opened my eyes and was amazed I was still alive with no pain. I looked round the rear of the car including the rear of the roof was flat the lorry was on top of it. The driver of the lorry came running to the front of the car and opened the door to see if I was all right. I said to him, "YOU USELESS PRICK! YOU COULD HAVE F*****G KILLED ME!" I picked the first thing I could up which was a wheel brace and went to hit him with it but my back suddenly went into a spasm and I screamed in horrific pain.

Ten minutes passed then the fire brigade and ambulance and police arrived as the seat of my car was pushed right up to the steering wheel with the impact and I was in pain. The fireman had to cut the side of the car off to get me out. After clear access was gained a paramedic injected me with a morphine-type drug to ease the pain and put me on oxygen. Then they lifted me out of the car onto a spinal board all the time with me screaming in pain.

After I got to the hospital I was examined and sent for x- ray’s and a C.T scan. I was told I had no fractures of the back but had severe inflammation because of whiplash and would have to stay in hospital a couple of days until the inflammation went down. I was taken to a ward and put into a bed and also put on a morphine drip to ease the pain. I slept most of that day. I woke up to a wet bed and started having a panic attack. With worry of what was happening to me I pressed a buzzer for the nurse. The nurse came in and saw what had happened and told me not to worry. She changed my gown and the bed and went and got the doctor.

The doctor came in and told me that because I had inflammation in the spine that the nerves controlling my bladder might be getting trapped, but this should get better when the swelling goes down. I accepted his answer and calmed down. The doctor left.

About an hour later I wet the bed again and had to have the bed sheets changed. The nurse this time put a disposable sheet underneath me then went away. She returned a few minutes later and said that I had a choice to be catheterised or wear a inco pad until I was better and in control of my bladder. I did not like the sound of tubes going up my penis so chose to wear a inco pad. The nurse returned with a large-shaped green pad and a pair of net type pants, but I was in so much pain as she tried to put the pants on that she went and returned with a incontinent nappy. She rolled me on to my side then laid the nappy out before rolling me back on it then pulling it between my legs and taping it up.

It felt strange wearing a nappy again after all this time. Every time I moved I could hear it crinkle I managed to dose back off to sleep again. I awoke to find my wife at my bedside. It was visiting time. I started talking to my wife then repositioned myself in the bed. My wife said, "What’s that noise when you moved?" I told her what had happened to the nerves in my back. She then pulled the covers back and started giggling at me in my nappy. I laughed with her. After visiting the next shift of nurses came on duty and the head nurse of the previous shift came round and introduced us to the next while telling them what was wrong with each one of us.

Around 10 PM a nurse came to me carrying a nappy and a bowl of water and sponge and said, "Are you the one who is incontinent?" I said, "Well I got a bad back and weeing myself sometimes." She said, "Well, you’re the incontinent one then." She pulled the covers back and untapped my nappy which was wet and said, " My word, you are a wet boy." She then started washing my groin area with the sponge. She was absolutely beautiful and I could not help getting a erection and started blushing. She told me not to worry and she would take it as a compliment. She carried on washing me then put the clean nappy on me before covering me up. As the days went on my back got better as did my bladder control and I was discharged and sent home to recover.

After a few days of sitting in the house I got bored so went to the off-license and got a crate of lager and a bottle of vodka. When my wife came home from work I suggested that we both have a quiet night in the house after tea. My wife agreed as she loves a good drink an hour and again. My wife started drinking vodka & coke and I opened the lager. I drank about 6 cans that night before going to bed. I woke to the shouts of my wife and discovered I had wet the bed and she had rolled over and lay in it (she was not happy).

We both thought it was just a one off or my back had not had time to heal yet, so dismissed it and changed the bedding and went to sleep. The next time I had a drink the same happened again and the next time and the next time. Finally my wife told me to go to the doctor to see what the problem was as it had been 6 months since the crash.

I went to the doctors the next day but he just said, "If it only happens when you have had a drink…DON’T DRINK." So I went home and told my wife. My wife told me to see another doctor but I was too embarrassed so I refused and purchased a bed pad for the bed to use when I had a drink. This protected the bed but my wife was still getting wet if she rolled over, so I suggested we get a single bed for me, but she said, "No way, we might as well not be married if we sleep in single beds." As time passed my wife said, "Why don’t you get some of them big nappies you wore in hospital." I went red but she said "no one would know you would only wear them on a night." So I agreed to see if I could get some.

The next day we were in the chemist and my wife told me to ask about the nappies, so I plucked up the courage and said I had a disabled incontinent aunt staying with me and she forgot to bring her inco pads.

The pharmacist produced a large packet of opti-fit nappies and charged me £25 for them. I took them home and got one out of the packet. It was white and very thick, thicker than the ones I had in hospital. I put them in a cupboard then we went out for the day. After we returned we did the housework and had a Chinese take-away and had a drink. After I had 4 cans my wife said, "don’t you think you better put a nappy on before you get that drunk you cannot do it." I sighed and agreed. I went upstairs and got a nappy out of the packet and unfolded it and laid it on the bed. I then laid on top of it and positioned the nappy under my bum. I then pulled the front between my legs snugly and pulled the back round and taped it up before putting my tracksuit bottoms back on. I then returned to the front room where my wife told me to prove I had one on. I pulled my bottoms down to reveal my big thick white nappy and she started giggling and patted me on the bum. I pulled my pants back up and carried on drinking.

At about 11 PM we went to bed I had drank about 6 cans of lager. I walked upstairs with my wife and could feel the wad between my legs and also here the crinkling of the plastic backing. I got undressed and my wife was giggling again and said, " DOES BABY NEED HIS NAPPY CHANGING?" I told her to stop taking the piss out of me. My wife said, "ANDREW, LIGHTEN UP, I AM ONLY JOKING!" My wife did not know what had happened to me when I was a kid so I thought it was about time I told her.

After I told her what happened when I was a child we went to sleep. I woke the next morning I woke to a dry bed. I was chuffed I had not wet myself in the night. I got out of bed and immediately noticed my sagging nappy that looked pale yellow and realised I had wet my nappy in the night. My wife said not to worry as at least the bed is not getting wet anymore. I left my nappy on while I had breakfast. After breakfast I went into the bathroom and run a bath while I took the pissey wet nappy off. I undone the tapes and the heavily wet nappy dropped to the floor, I picked it up and rolled it up and put it inside a plastic carrying bag before having a bath.

After my bath I went upstairs and my wife asked me if I was alright. I snapped, "HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU HAD TO WEAR A NAPPY LIKE A BABY!" My wife shook her head and went downstairs while I got dressed. I returned to work 5 months later back to normal except my wetting problem when I had I drink of alcohol.

About 18 months past and I was still wearing a nappy when I was drinking and both my wife and me were used to it. One day while shopping during the day I felt a trickle down my leg and looked down and saw I had wet my pants. There was a large puddle on the floor and the front of my jeans were soaked. I could not understand what had happened. I had not been drinking and had not wet myself since I was a kid. I got upset and went home to get changed. I got home and stripped and got a wash and put a grey-coloured jogging suit on before going down to the shopping centre to meet my wife.

I met up with my wife and we had a cup of coffee and talked about what had happened. We dismissed it as a one off and the rest of the day was uneventful. We went home and put the shopping away then went to visit my wife’s parents. After a while I glanced at my groin area and noticed a small wet patch in the crotch of my jog suit bottoms. It was about the size of a thumbnail and no one noticed so I said nothing. We went home that night and did not have a drink.

We both watched a film on TV and went to bed about 1 am. I did not put a nappy on as I had not been drinking. About one hour after going to bed I woke with the very strong urge to urinate so I got out of bed and ran downstairs. As I was going downstairs I felt my bladder give way and weed all over the carpet. I shouted, "NO NO NO NO WHATS WRONG WITH ME!" My wife came running out and said, "What’s wrong?" I told her what happened and she cleaned the carpet while I got cleaned up. After we both got back to the bedroom my wife told me that I should see the doctor again and I agreed. She also suggested I wear a nappy for the night which seemed a good idea, considering what had just happened.

I went to the cupboard and pulled a nappy out of the bag but my wife took it off me and asked if she could put it on me. I hesitated then agreed. She laid the nappy out on the floor then had me lay on it before pulling the thick nappy between my legs and taping it up. She had me stand up and gave me a pat on the bum. We both got back in bed and dropped off to sleep.

The next morning I woke to find my nappy was dry and I was about to take it off but my wife suggested I leave it on instead of wasting it in case I have a accident during the day again. It sounded reasonable and I was not going anywhere today so I just put a tracksuit on over it. I telephoned the doctors to make an appointment and was told there was a wait of about 3 days. We both had breakfast then did some housework. Most of the day went uneventful upon until suppertime. My wife asked me to go to the corner shop for some butter. I said, "I can't because I’ve got a nappy on," but she said you could hardly tell, so off I went. As I was walking to the shop I could hear my nappy crinkling with every step I made. I got to the shop and stood in the queue to be served. Two teenage boys behind me were joking to each over and I could hear it was about nappies. I felt behind me and could feel I had my T-shirt tucked in my nappy and it was in plain view. I felt embarrassed and made my purchase and went home. Once home I went to the bathroom and ripped my nappy off and lay on the bed crying.

My wife came into the room and asked me what was up, so I told her what happened and told her I could not take this anymore and wish I was dead. She told me to pull myself together and the doctor would sort me out. We decided to go to the cinema to put my mind of my problem so we got in the car and set off to the cinema. About 10 minutes into the journey I got stabbing pain in my tummy and pissed all over the car seat. My wife went ballistic and turned the car around. We got home and I got changed and cleaned the car seat up.

My wife apologised for being angry with me and asked if I still wanted to go to the cinema. I said, "no, in case I wet," but my wife went upstairs and got a nappy and told me to put it on for protection, then I would be all right. I laid the nappy on the floor and pulled my pants down and lay down on the nappy, then pulled the nappy between my legs and fastened it with the tapes. You could tell if you looked that I was wearing it but decided no one is going to be checking to see if anyone is wearing nappies. We got to the cinema and got a large coke each and a bag of sweets then watched the film and went home. Once home I checked my nappy to find it was dry so decided to leave it on for bed just in case.

The next morning I woke expecting my nappy to be wet with the amount of coke I had drank and not been to the toilet, but was shocked to find it dry. I took it off then had a bath and got dressed, but was developing a slight stomach-ache. I set off to work and when I arrived told my supervisor that I needed time off tomorrow to go to the doctor. He asked, "What for?" I told him for back pain. He accepted my answer and I went about my job.

At dinnertime I went to a fast food shop with my work mates when my bladder suddenly gave way and pissed my self-in front of them. They all laughed. I ran out embarrassed and humiliated. I ran home and phoned my boss and told him I would not be in anymore today as I was ill. When my wife came home from work she asked why I was home early so I told her what had happened. She was sympathetic and cooked tea that night. After tea we sat down and talked about my problem my wife suggested that when we go out I wear a nappy, but I did not like this idea as I was coming up 26 and not a baby.

The next day arrived and it was time to go to the doctors. I told the doctor what was happening and he decided I need to see a urologist to see what was going on, but there was an 8 month waiting list. Meanwhile, he would arrange for me to see a continence advisor. I went to see the continence advisor who explained I was not the only one with my problem and talked a while. She then put me on a list, which means I would get free nappies delivered to my door, which was a help as buying them was making us financially stretched.

When I got home I told my wife about the waiting list and the free supply of nappies and thought the free nappies would help to some degree anyway. With the rest of the day we decided to go to see my wife’s parents. We sat there chatting away when all of a sudden I wet myself all over the furniture. I ran out and went home. I got changed and put a nappy on then went back to apologise. When I got back her parents said it didn’t matter and my wife had explained my problem to them but suggested I wear a nappy in future and stop worrying what others think. I told them that I was now wearing one and that the furniture would be safe in future. They then suggested that we go on holiday with them to take my mind off it and they would pay for us. We agreed without thinking things through.

We got home that night and I decided that it was time for me to wear nappies most of the time and my wife agreed with me. I then realised that we were going on holiday and would have to take a supply with me and then started worrying about customs opening my case to see it packed with adult size nappies. My wife told me to stop worrying and the chances of customs opening my case was a thousand to one and anyway, so what if they do open it.

We were both sat down watching TV when I felt my bladder empty. I told my wife what had happened and she said, "Good thing you got a nappy on then, isn’t it?" and we carried on watching TV before retiring for bed. Once upstairs my wife passed me a nappy and told me to get changed which I did. First, I unfastened the wet nappy and took it off. Then I lay down and put a clean one on before putting the wet one in the bin.

The next day we were getting ready for work when there was a knock at the door. It was a parcel delivery man with a large box addressed to me. I took it in and opened it to find two packs of disposable nappies. They were even thicker then the ones I had been wearing. I opened one up and put it on and taped it up. I could hardly close my legs. There was no way I was going to work like this, so I took it off and went to work in normal underwear(BIG MISTAKE). When I got to work my boss heard about what happened in the fast food shop and asked if I was all right I said I was fine.

While carrying out my duties at work my bladder gave and I flooded my pants. I again went home and did not return to work that day. My boss came on the night to see me and I told him about my problem and what I had to wear. He told me to have a few weeks off then come back in and you can go home to change anytime you want. After my boss went I had a bath then got a nappy out and put it on. I felt very babyish as I stood there with nothing but a big white thick nappy on. I put some jog suit bottoms on and you could clearly see the bulge in my pants, so I put a long t shirt on which covered my bum up. I had to walk with my legs slightly apart as the nappy was that thick.

Over the next few weeks I was wetting my self more and more and more and the free nappies were coping well with been so thick.