I have been a bedwetter all my life. I'm not exactly sure of dates and ages that all this took place but I'll do my best to estimate. I have 2 brothers, 1 three-and-a-half years older than I, the other four-and-a-half years younger, neither of them were bedwetters. My mom says I was slow to potty train and was in diapers/training pants till I was 4. I stayed in diapers at night untill sometime after my brother was born. I shared a room with my older brother until I was about 6. He was around 10 and began complaining about my bedwetting and being awaken at night when my parents would check me, make me go to the bathroom or change my sheets and make me change my pajamas if I had already wet. They decided I should have my own room. My younger brother was at the age where it was time for him to move out of the nursery and have his own regular bed. So my parents bought 2 new beds, and new furniture while my older brother kept the bunk beds in his room. They moved me into the room that use to be the nursery which was closer to there room, and my younger brother took a previously unused room at the other end of the house next to my older brothers room. I continued to wet the bed for probably another year or two under the new room arangement which made life a little better for my brothers but the same routine of changing in the middle of the night for my parents continued.

One summer evening when I was about 6 or 7 years old, I remember my mom telling me to come in to her room after I had brushed my teeth. When I entered, she told me to sit on the bed. She explained that she had spoken with the doctor about my bedwetting and he suggested she try diapers (Pampers) for the time being since I was a deep sleeper, and very seldom woke up to use the bathroom, and was wetting the bed every night. I don't remember ever resisting as she put the diaper on me that first night. However I do remember her making me go downstairs to tell my dad good night with my diaper on, and feeling a little uncomfortable about it, especially since my older brother was still up and saw me in my diaper under my pajamas. I would probably have remembered it if he had said anything or made fun of me but I don't recall him doing so at that time. This new routine of diapering me at night continued for a week or so, until one night I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I walked to the bathroom and couldn't get my diaper off to go. My mom heard my strugle and came in, but by this time I was crying uncontrolably. After that night, my parents decided maybe diapers weren't the best thing. However, the next night, before bed, she put training pants on me with vynal pant's over them so if I had to get up and go, I could do it on my own. Well, that didn't last very long. The training pants leaked a little and since they were cloth had to be washed. My mom realized that wasn't going to work out and decided to go back to diapers and told me if I ever woke up and had to go, to come to her room so she could take the diaper off. She continued to diaper me every night for probably about 2 years.

I remember the diapers being a little tight and I was having trouble going to sleep. I was probably about 8 or 9 then. I told my mom about it and she said that the large size Pampers were getting too small but Luvs had come out with an extra large size. She said she would try those next time she bought diapers. I remember them being more comfortable.

Usually, every summer we went to one of my grandparents house. Either my moms side or dads side of the family. Both grandparents lived far away and it was a long trip (12-13) hours. When we went we would usually get up real early and leave around 3 am. They would let us stay asleep and just put us in the car. Previous summers when I was diapered my mom would take my diaper off when I woke up the next morning. Well, not this trip. We had just got a new station waggon with cloth seats and she told me the night before that I was going to have to keep my diaper on until we got to grandma's house cause I might go back to sleep and she didn't want me getting the seat wet. This was because the summer before I had gone back to sleep and had an accident. It wasn't too big a deal though, since our old station wagon had vinal seats. They just stoped, got me a change of clothes and went on. We usually changed from our pj's to regular clothes in the car just before we stopped for breakfast. That was when my mom had taken off my diaper in previous summers cause usually we sleep all the way until breakfast time. This time though, she didn't bring a change of clothes for me. She gave my brothers their clothes so they could change and told me that I had to wait till we stopped so she could change me. My two brothers got dressed in the back seat and I had to crawl into the back. When we stopped my dad and brothers went in to eat and my mom opened up the back door of the station wagon to change me. She slid my pj's down and took off my diaper, which was wet. Insead of packing the diapers in my suitcase like she had done before, she had brought a whole box of Luvs. She also brought baby wipes to clean me with, and of course powder. She diapered me and then slid my pj's back on. I complained about having to wear pj's but she asked me if I had rather just wear a diaper. Of course I wanted to wear regular clothes but the pj's were better than nothing. I remember being humiliated at breakfast having to wear a diaper and pj's. After breakfast everyone went to the bathroom before we left. Since I was wearing a diaper I couldn't go.

Well, when we got back in the car that's when the fun started for my older brother, that was the first time of many he made fun of me. I remember him calling me a baby. I climbed in back and cried myself to sleep. I probably didn't sleep long. I remember waking up and soon after, had to go to the bathroom, since I hadn't gone after breakfast like everyone else did. My mom said since I was wearing a diaper, I had to just go in it. She also said that she would change me at lunch. I remember complaining but it did no good, so I had no other choice but to wet my diaper. At lunch she changed me in the same fassion as at breakfast, except when she powdered me I remember her saying something like "I better use plenty of powder so the big baby doesn't get a rash." This was when she started to make me feel bad about being diapered. The rest of the trip up and the whole trip back she kept me diapered and kept calling me a baby. And when I had to go to the bathroom, she made me go in my diaper and then changed me the next time we stopped. I remember still being diapered and in my pj's when we got to my grandmothers house. My mom made me carry in the box of diapers myself. I felt kind of embarrased when my grandmother saw me diapered and then carrying a whole box of Luvs. I remember exactly what they looked like. It was a blue box that said Luvs "baby pants". I remember it being really big because my mom usually bought the jumbo box. This one probably had 50 diapers or so in it. I don't know why she brought the whole box of diapers. I probably only used 15 or 20 of them the whole trip. Unless she figured she might have to keep me diapered the whole time but she didn't do that. Just at night while we were there and once when we went out to eat.

Well, things went back to normal after the trip. She continued to diaper me at night with the Luvs on into the school year. Usually she wouldn't say anything. But sometimes she would ask things like. How long am I going to have to do this, or, when are you going to stop being a baby and get up to use the bathroom at night", or, some other horible thing. Soon she started complaining about having to do it every night, So, my father started doing it some. Soon after, they came up with the idea of not diapering me on friday or saturday nights. With it being the weekend, there would be more time to do laundry and change sheets than during the week because of school and having to get 3 kids up and ready. Plus my mom had started working again during the week. Well, this went on for several weekends but every friday and saturday night I wet the bed. After probably a couple months of washing sheets on weekends, they decided I needed to be punnished when I wet the bed. They told me that if I wet the bed on a friday or saturday night, I would have to wear diapers the whole next day. I was horified to even go to sleep. But I eventually did, and of course wet the bed. The first time it happened it wasn't so bad, My mom came in and took off the sheets and my pj's and made me lay on the matress cover while she cleaned me up, powdered me and put a diaper on. She told me to keep the diaper on and if I had to go I had to go in the diaper and she would check me every once in a while to see if I needed to be changed. She put another pair of pj's on me and the whole day I just played in my room or watched tv. That night, at bed time, she took the diaper off and I just had my pj's on. She told me that she hoped I had learned a lesson and would not make the same mistake that night. Of course that night I wet again and Sunday went just like Saturday had except she didn't diaper me until after church. This continued every weekend and I don't remember ever getting a break. One night during the week I remember when my mom and dad went out. They got a babysitter for us, but my mom said she would just diaper me when they got home. Well, they got home later than they had expected, way past my bed time and when she went to diaper me, I had already gone to bed and was already wet. She was so mad. I think I remember her spanking me. She changed the sheets and me and put just a diaper on me and said she was going to punnish me for wetting the bed. Well, that next morning, she got everyone up for school except me. She called in work sick and called the school to tell them I was sick. The whole day, she kept me in diapers, just like on the weekends but this time she treated me like a baby. She went to the basement and got out all the baby stuff. She got a rattle and a passifier out and brought up the highchair and play-pen and some other baby toys. She came to my room to wake me after she had brought everything up. She laid me on the dresser which had a changing pad on it that she had brought up to change my diaper. She had never changed my diaper before on a changing pad, usually it was just on a bed. She took the diaper off and cleaned me with wipes. Then she rubbed baby lotion or baby oil all over me then powdered me and diapered me. She picked me up, put the passifier in my mouth, and gave me the rattle. Then she took me down to the kitchen where she put me in the highchair and fed me eggs with a rubber spoon and gave me juice in a bottle. After breakfast she put me in the play-pen with the toys and made me stay there all morning. The only time I got out was when she changed my diaper. At lunch, I got baby food, and milk in a bottle. After lunch I went back in the play-pen and stayed there (except when I needed to be changed) until my brothers got home from school. They laughed at me and called me a baby. At dinner, they did nothing but joke as I sat in the highchair, with only a diaper on while sucking on a bottle and being fed by my mom. After dinner my mom took me to bed. She said babies have to go to bed early. She changed my diaper and put me to bed.

I was probably about 9 or 10 at the time and was small enough to fit into a highchair. During the week they would let me sit at the table and not wear diapers, but on weekends if I had wet the bed. They treated me like a baby. It wasn't long before they got sick of washing sheets on weekends so they started diapering me on Friday and Saturday nights too but if I had wet my diaper, I had to wear diapers and be treated like a baby all the next day. Usually they let me keep my pj's on but sometimes, like during the summer, I had to wear just a diaper. This continued for many weekends. One weekend, my mom had my dad bring up the changing table, diaper pail and crib from the basement to go in my room and took my bed to the basement. I was still small and sleeping in the crib everynight wasn't too uncomfortable, but it felt awful to have to do it. They kept it in my room for probably a year or so. Durring one summer I remember them diapering me for two or three weeks straight. They said if I woke up with a dry diaper in the morning, I wouldn't have to wear diapers that day. I guess they got tired of doing it and swithched back to just diapering me on weekends. I remember even having to wear diapers on my birthday. They kept asking me how old I was. When I told them, they would say no your not, your only two, cause I was wearing diapers. They even got a cake that said I was 2.

The worst time I was ever punnished and got really humiliated was the weekend of the Circus. For some reason my mom was going to be gone that saturday, My dad was suppose to take me and my brothers to the circus. Well, of course I woke up that Saturday morning and my diaper was wet. My mom insisted that I be punished but she had something else to do that day and couldn't baby me. So, either my dad and brothers had to miss the Circus and stay home while I was kept in diapers and treated like a baby or they had to take me anyway. It was the worst experience of my life. My mom took my diaper off and powdered and diapered me just like she did every saturday morning but instead of me staying in pj's all day. They got me dressed. I remember exactly what I had to wear. A cut off shirt that didn't even cover the top of my diaper and a pair of my older brothers shorts because my shorts were too small to fit over the diaper. My diaper stuck up out of the top of the shorts so everyone could see it and worst of all, the shorts were so big, they kept sliding down when I walked and my diaper really showed. Everyone could see it as we walked into the circus. I kept trying to pull them up but my dad was holding one of my hands and wouldn't let go. Just as we got to the ticket booth the shorts slid all the way to my ankles. Everyone saw my diaper and some kids pointed and laughed. When my dad got the tickets, he picked me up and carried me to our seats. The diaper of course was showing and everyone we passed just stared, or pointed or laughed. We even passed by some kids from my school and they saw I was wearing a diaper. We got to our seats and watched the show, It wasn't a very long show but none the less, I had to pee. I told my dad I had wet my diaper and he said he had brought diapers, wipes and powder but they were in the car, and that he would change me when we got back to the car afterward. When we got back to the car, he put me up on the hood, got the diapers out of the car and proceeded to remove my shorts and diaper, and clean me with baby wipes. Then he powdered me, and put a new diaper on, right there if front of everyone getting in their cars and trying to leave. He didn't put my shorts back on though. Well, on the way home we passed by an ice cream place. My brother wanted some and my dad decided it would be a good idea. I remember complaining about it saying I didn't want to go but my dad said that just because we have a baby with us doesn't mean we cant go anywhere. When we stopped, my dad carried me in but wouldn't put the shorts back on me. He ordered ice cream for everyone except me. When we went to sit down at a table, he told my older brother to get one of the high©chairs and carry it over while he carried me. When we got to the table my dad put me in the high chair. My brothers sat on one side of the table and my dad sat on the other side close to me so he could feed me some of his ice cream. I was so humiliated wearing just a cut off t-shirt and a diaper. The place was packed with people and there were a bunch of kids there and they were all laughing at me. When we got home I spent the rest of the day in the play-pen or in my room.

I remember one day playing in the back yard and having to go to the bathroom. I really had to go and probably waited too long. I was wearing a pair of over-alls which were cut off like shorts. They didn't have a zipper on them though, I had to undo the straps to get them off, which I usually always had a little trouble with. It was one of my favorite things to wear and I wore it to school a lot. Well, I made it to the bathroom but couldn't get my over-alls off and ended up wetting them. When I went to my room to change my mom saw me she said something to the effect of, big boys dont wet their pants only babies do that. She took me to my room and took off all my clothes. Then she put me up on the changing table and cleaned me up, powdered me and diapered me. Then made me go back out and play with just a diaper on. In the back yard, we had a wood fence so I wasn't worried about people seeing me. I remember soon after that, getting ready for school one morning and asking if I could wear my over-alls. She said that I couldn't wear them anymore cause I might not be able to get them off again and might wet my pants and I could only wear them when I was diapered. I wasn't allowed to wear them to school anymore but she did make me wear them sometimes on weekends. The first weekend she used them she complained about them being hard to get off to change my diaper. But the next weekend she had cut the bottom out of them and had put in snaps just like baby clothes have. I remember having to wear them to the mall one saturday. We spent a long time shopping and of course I had to pee and was suppose to wet my diaper. She had told me before that I wasn't to ask to use the bathroom if I needed to go and was wearing a diaper. She told me she would spank me if I asked. She did spank me once, so I didn't bother asking anymore. I told my mom I had wet my diaper and she said she would change me. We went to the bathroom area of the department store. There was a special area with a diaper changing table. I remember having to wait on another person to finish with their baby. Then my mom changed me with the diaper, wipes and powder she had brought in her purse. I was probably about 11 or 12 when the diapers became too small. I remember complaining about them being too tight and my mom saying maybe she could find something different. Instead of buying a new package of Luvs at the store, she got some disposable briefs, I believe they were white and were probably the smallest size Attends which is what I use now. I remember them being much bigger, and a lot more comfortable, however, they made a lot more noise when I walked with them on which I wasn't very happy about, but knew I had to just deal with it. I never had any friends in my neighborhood that were my age so there was never a problem of kids wanting me to play. Durring the week I could go to a friends house after school and my mom would come and pick me up but if a friend invited me to do something on the weekend or come spend the night I had to tell him no. Eventually my parents got tired of treating me like a baby and stopped. Now they just diaper me every night. I asked if I could start diapering myself but my mom said no and that they wanted to make sure I would wear them and that I had them on right. She also said it would be hard to put powder on myself. They do let me take them off by myself each morning though. I've been to a lot of doctors dealing with this. One doctor gave me an opperation. It was supposed to help me empty my bladder when I went to the bathroom before bed. But it didn't work. I've been given drugs and they didn't work. I even tried this alarm thing but I slept thru it. My mom didn't though. The doctors keep saying that i'll grow out of it and that there is no medical reason why I wet the bed. For now I guess diapers are the only thing that will help me. Being diapered is much better than waking up with a soaked bed and having to change the sheets. My mom has said she's sorry for all the times she made me wear diapers during the day as punnishment. She realizes now that I couldn't control it and wasn't doing it on purpose. I don't blame my parents for what they did because I realize now that they didn't know any better. But sometimes like when I see the circus or go to that same mall we went too that weekend, it upsets me because I remember all those things that happened and how humiliating they were.