If you wore diapers for bedwetting as a kid

I was put back into diapers around 8 or 9 yrs old. I was a constant bedwetter and my mother had threatened me many times about wearing a diaper to bed again. At the time she used cloth diapers and plastic pants. She would diaper me every night after bath time. I have a brother and sister and they would go first, put on their pjs and go watch tv. When I was done with my bath, I had to go to my room and wait to be diapered then put on my pjs and I could watch tv for a shortened time. I hated them at first, but waking up in dry sheets and pjs seemed much better. When I turned 13, I had to diaper myself with pampers and plastic pants and when I was done, I had to show my mother that I had them on. This went on until I left for college still wearing them. Now my wife pins on a cloth diaper every night and I put on disposables during the day. Never slept without a diaper since that time. I am so used to them now, I forget I am wearing them most times!!

Although I was an every night bed wetter, I didn't get put back into diapers until I was 8 years old. Up to that point I just had to settle for sleeping in a bed with a plastic mattress protector. I hated waking up in the middle of the night to a cold wet bed. When this would happen, my mom would just tell me to get a bath towel out of the closet and put it over the wet sheets. Inevitably, I would wake up again in the morning to a wet bath towel and even wetter sheets because I had wet again. When my mom finally started diapering me again, I was diapered in cloth diapers and plastic pants. I was embarrassed, but it was much better to wake up in a wet diaper than to a wet bed. My bed wetting finally stopped when I was 19 years old. When I was 40, the bed wetting returned, and I was back to wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants at night. As I am now 60+, my bed wetting continues, and I am now wetting in the daytime as well. I am now wearing diapers pretty much 24/7. Cloth diapers and plastic pants at night, and disposable diapers with plastic pants during the day.

I never really thought about wearing diapers. It was something I had to wear cause I wet the bed . I wore cloth diapers and vinyl pants. I stopped wetting every night when I was around 12 or 13.

As soneone who wore diapers/nappies asxa child from the time of his birth in 1980, until he was 6-9 years of age, ai did not nind wearing them for bed wetting/daytime accidents asI actusllyenjoyed being treated like a baby at times.

Nowerdays as an adult who has to wear them for more or less the same reasons I also dont mind however I am now the one who diapers himself, I guess you could say history repeats it's self in that respect and you would be right the only difference if there is any is the fact I am now 44 and not 3-4 anymore.

I uope this helps awnser your questions.

After reading the posts here, I can tell that many of us were passengers in the same boat. I may be one of the older folks here, but I can tell there are many of us. I was born in the early 50’s, so grew up in 50’s and 60’s. Those were years before the advent of disposable diapers like Pampers, Huggies, etc., everyone used cloth diapers at the time.

I had been a bedwetter all during my childhood, staying mostly dry during the day with some exceptions. My parents, mostly mom, tried all the common things to try to get me to stop, including threatening to put diapers on me, but nothing ever really worked.

Many of you have written about the time you were put back into the diaper, well, this was my experience. When I was about 11, mom told me to go get my bath one evening a little earlier than usual but not so much to draw attention. After I had gotten out and dried off, she told me to come straight into the living room where she was sitting.

With me standing naked, mom told me that she was tired and worn out from having to strip the sheets from my bed and wash them everyday, and to eliminate that chore I was going to be in diapers until I could stay dry. I’m sure that most of you can relate to the emotions I was having at the moment. I began to cry and throw a tantrum, promising that I wouldn’t wet the bed again. But in the end, mom knew best. On the coffee table sat a stack of terry cloth prefold diapers, J&J baby powder, baby lotion and diaper pins. She had one of the diapers open on the couch and told me to lay down on it. In tears, I did as I was told and mom proceeded to spread the baby lotion over me, sprinkled the powder and she spread my legs apart to pull the diaper up. She made sure it was nice and thick where it was needed and then took the pins and fastened it together. She told me to stay there while she stepped into my parents bedroom. When she came back, she was holding one of her old panty girdles. She hadn’t picked up plastic panties for me so she improvised using the rubber panty girdle. After being suitably clothed for the night, I was then permitted to either finish any schoolwork or watch tv with the rest of the family.

I hated to have to wear diapers at 11 years old, but sleeping through the night and having dry sheets in the morning was a nice change. In the morning, mom would take my wet diaper off and I would wash up and get ready for school. I never thought about if any other kids had to wear a diaper as well.

Mom continued to diaper me every night and sometimes checked to see if I was wet before she went to bed. If I was, she changed me into a fresh diaper while I was laying on my bed.

Back during those years, baby supplies like plastic pants were found in department stores as there wasn’t the proliferation of discount stores yet. She would take me shopping with her and inevitably we found our way to the baby department. She would hold up one pair of plastic panties after another trying to find some to fit me.

I continued to be diapered every evening by my mom or my aunt if she was at our house until I was staying dry between ages 15 and 16. As I was in cloth diapers, mom felt that I would not be able to get it snug and pin it by myself so she did it.

It wasn’t long before I got used to wearing a diaper at night and soon relished the feelings of comfort and security, knowing that I could freely wet and not get in trouble.

I’m 70+ now and incontinence has crept up on me. While I haven’t gone into actual diapers again,, yet,, I have retained extremely fond memories and feelings of the cloth diapers and will go back to them and plastic panties when the time comes.

I welcome conversations about this if you had similar experiences.

I was a bedwetter up to the age of 8 to 9. As I was born in 1950 the only nappies then where terry nappies. My mother kept me in nappies and plastic pants for bed every night until I became dry. I was the eldest of three children and they where dry before me so I took a fair bit of teasing from them and from some of my cousins. I did get upset at first but got used to the teasing and it did not bother me. I liked the attention and fuss and was upset when I stopped wearing them

I still wet the bed at night if I don't wear diapers..so for me it's pinned into cloth diapers about 8 pm plastic panties and they stay on until morning.

I wake up wet every morning..

I can still remember being diapered by my mom at bed time. This went on until I was about ten or eleven. Back in the day, It was cloth diapers and plastic panties. I remember being naked and laying on the bed while she powdered me, and pulled the diaper up over my privates...then the panties....It was a ritual for night time and before I started in elementary school day time for my enforced naps.

I started wetting the bed again a few years ago. So I went back to diapers, cloth diapers like when I was a kid, pins and vinyl panties.

I have literally tried to get through the night without wetting but it never seems to work. I can sleep without them but it's fitful and I am up and down about every two hours.

Last night, even though I didn't feel like it, I pinned myself back into a thick night time diaper, pulled on the dreaded plastic panties and I finally did get a good night sleep.

I actually woke up about six this morning...sopping wet, but I had managed to sleep seven hours through the night.

I'm wet, and need changed, but am refreshed from a good nights sleep.

I can't remember what age I stopped wearing diapers for bed, but it was before I started school as a 5yr old. I can remember going for sleepovers with friends without any problems when I was 7 , 8 and 9 but about 9 or 10 I woke up one morning and had wet my bed. My mother told me not to worry about it and said it probably wouldn't happen again. The next night the mattress had been cleaned and turned over and fresh bedding had been put on and I slept all night with no problem, I wet the bed again maybe a week later and that evening the bedding had again been completely replaced and a rubber sheet had been put over the mattress underneath the bedding. Even though it was underneath a woollen blanket and a cotton sheet the rubber sheet was very noticeable and I wasn't very happy about it. I was wetting the bed maybe once every couple of weeks and so I couldn't really complain about the rubber sheet.

When the problem hadn't resolved itself after a couple of months, I was taken for a medical check up and the doctor concluded that after a recent growth spurt my body was producing more urine at night but my bladder capacity had not increased by the same amount. He prescribed a hormone nasal spray to suppress the production of urine at night and said that I would grow out of it. I found this hormone spray very unpleasant to take and so often "Forgot" to use it. The frequency of my bedwetting increased to at least once a week and my mother suggested that I wear "overnight protection" until the problem stopped, I was very resistant to the idea though, this would have been in the early 1960s and pullups or disposable diapers weren't really widely available. the only protection I could use would be terry towelling nappies which would need to be folded to shape and pinned in place and would also need to be covered with plastic baby pants. The thought of being put back in nappies by my mum was devastating to my self esteem and I refused to even consider it.

When we went away to the seaside for our annual summer vacation, the suggestion that I wear protection became an insistence. At bedtime I was told I could either co operate and put my diaper on in dignified way or I could have my bottom spanked and be put in a diaper like a baby. I chose to cooperate, but I wasn't at all happy about it but I was left with no illusions about the consequences if I took them off or failed to get them on properly every night. I can't remember how many times I woke up wet while we were on holiday but it was at least once and probably more often than that. After we returned home it seemed unreasonable not to continue wearing nappies for bed every night, my main fear really had been about having rash cream rubbed onto my bottom and around my boy bits or being sprinkled with baby powder, but that was never done and I was even allowed to remove my nappy and plastic pants in the shower when I got up in the mornings so I never had suffer the indignity of having my nether regions washed by my mother as she would when changing a baby's nappy.

I think I wore nappies for bed every night for 2 or 3 years before I grew out of that bedwetting phase and although I got used to wearing them I still found it very demoralising to wake up wet in the morning. I don't know how many people knew I was still in nappies for bed but certainly everyone in my family knew and at least two of my schoolfriends were also aware there were probably other people who knew as well but it wasn't something that was spoken about .

Started bedwetting around age 7. Was in them pretty consistently for a few years then it was off an on. I hated them at first but then gradually was okay or meh about them and eventually started to like them but it was also something I always tried to keep others from knowing.

Yes i did was nappies and plastic pants at nigth till i was 14year old my mom put imy nigth time nappies wearing 3 cloth nappy and plastic pants