Humiliated for bedwetting

I sure have my wife would check to see if I leaked on the bed then say leave the sheets open to dry if not to bad.She is a lot younger than me and has strict rules.

It's the same for me, my wife does not miss the opportunity to tell me that I had a leak and stain the sheets, she texto me at work and told me that his big baby still made a big pee in her diapers this night and that she will take care of me this evening.When I come back from work, she waits for me at the entrance, then she takes me by the hand and takes me to the room and shows me the damage that I I did in bed, after I go to showered, while madame preparing my diapers that I will have for my night, she doubled the amount of diapers, enough that I can not stick my thighs, she tells me that With this big layer you should not have any more leakage problem.You have to get used to my baby!

I was diapered every night before bed. It wasn't done to humiliate me. There were a few times that comments were made at family gatherings though. Remember once my cousin was clearly "using" his pamper in front of everyone. My mom looked at me and said something like, "Its a good thing you just pee in your diaper." Or having to lie down to get a cloth diaper and plastic pants on for nap time when my cousins were dry.

Yes, I am posting long time after the last post, but hoping to generate conversations. Yes, my mom punished/humiliated me with diapers and treating me like a toddler in hopes that it would embarrass me into getting to the bathroom in time. All she did was foster a hate of her in me and gave me issues to deal with in my life. I took those lemons and made lemonade now and what she did still lingers but does not dominate my life.

13 years old, treated like a 2 year toddler with diaper changes in front of family and cousins just to embarrass me into staying dry and not having accidents. Did not work and actually made my bed wetting go from 2-3 times a week to every night until I turned 17 years old.

I wet the bed most nights until I was 12 or so. But there was this one day when I was around 7 or 8 where my mom chastised me and threatened to put me back in diapers. She even asked, “do you need to start wearing diapers again?” I answered “no”, but in my mind I was screaming “YES!”. After that, I had no choice but to sleep in my bed with a plastic sheet protector. Not quite the same thing imo.

Well honestly yes I find it pretty humiliating, I still struggle somewhat with bed wetting and overall bladder control. think - if I cough too hard type thing.

Knowing I was the only one my age still wetting my bed and wearing diapers and rubber pants was a big secret I didn't want anyone outside my family to know. I'm pretty sure I realized that at about 10 or 11 when boys at school first started talking about girls and boobs and showing off their pee-pees. Neither of my parents gave me a hard time about still needing diapers, and both my sisters still wet too. But things started to change when both of my sisters stopped wetting their beds and no longed needed diapers. That happened around when I was 15 and the oldest of my sisters stopped wetting just before she turned 12 and our younger sister stopped soon after. The oldest told me she was too big for diapers and wanted to have sleep overs, started talking about boys, and had her first periods. She kept telling me I should potty train too because no boys or girls my age still wet their beds or wore diapers and they would laugh at me if they knew. She thought I was a sissy for still wetting my bed and wearing diapers and that mom was spoiling me letting me still wet my bed. They both teased me a lot about all of this and the oldest also knew I was playing with myself after mom diapered me and told our mom one night when she was mad at me that I was a sissy and played with pee-pee. So mom got mad at her, told them I couldn't help and too stop teasing me because I was the only boy my age who still wore diapers and if anyone found out they would make my life miserable. That was the last time anyone in my family teased or humiliated me about my diaper wearing and mom started trying to make it up to me by spending more time with me at night after the others had gone to bed, especially when dad was traveling and we were all alone. One night when we were alone and as she was helping me off with my clothes so she could diaper me she asked if it was true that I played with myself under my diapers. I couldn't answer her, I felt too ashamed and embarrassed and I just put my head down and started to cry. Mom comforted me, held and cuddled me to her boobs, and told me I had nothing to be ashamed about, that lots of boys were slow to stop wetting their beds and needing diapers at night and that all boy and girls including mommy and daddy play with themselves because it makes us feel so good. After a while, I stopped crying and mom took my clothes off for me, laid me down on my bed, brought a nice warm wash cloth and wiped my pee-pee, sack and bottom, taking special care to clean my pee-pee as I got an erection, and told me I had a beautiful one. She raised my legs high, spread my diaper underneath, sprinkled powder all over, gently rubbing it in, pushed down my erect pee-pee until she could pin my diapers together and pulled up my rubber pants. All of this time I couldn't take my eyes off mom's breasts and nipples which had fallen out from her nightie while cleaning me. She asked me how if I was feeling better now, and I told her I was scared that someone might find out I still wore diapers. Mom assured me it would remain our secret, not to worry and she would also be here for me. Then she asked me something she had never asked before, whether I liked wearing diapers and wetting in them and if I did, I should feel safe to tell her. And then she asked how often I touched myself under my diapers. So for the first time I told her I did like wearing diapers and I also liked her to be with me every night to diaper me and take care of me. She asked how long I felt that way and I told her the truth that I started liking diapers when I started playing with myself and did it every night and in the morning when my diapers were wet. Mom told me how much she loved me and never be ashamed about wetting my bed or enjoying how touching my pee-pee made me feel so good.

I was lucky because my parents and siblings were very discreet about my bedwetting. It was a well-kept family secret. But with that said I had a lot of cousins, some who were similarly afflicted, So when I say family secret I mean extended family because it was pretty tough to go to grandmas and in the morning not be outed by either leaky diaper in a wet sheet, or well puffed out pajama bottoms covering a good nights work in your diaper and rubber pants. Does it was a bit humiliating, Particularly as some of your bed with her cousins outgrow it and it’s some point you were left is the only one still sleeping in diapers.

While my family was fairly discreet I did have a sister tell a bunch of neighbors that I still wet the bed when I was 11 or 12, that was very embarrassing. I was only ever diapered when older for one vacation (separate thread). Problem was when we visited relatives and I would wet, always very embarrassing about the sometimes massive cleanup alerting everyone in the house about the older bedwetter. Looking back I don’t know if wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants for protection would have been more or less embarrassing since this was in the 60’s and 70’s. I seemed to be the only extended bedwetter in the entire family.

My parents didn't go out of their way to humiliate me for my bedwetting but they weren't particularly discreet about me wearing nappies and plastic pants to bed. They were happy to discuss it openly and I would occasionally be paraded in front of houseguests or relatives when I was about to go to bed. After having my nappy put on, mum would say, “now go and give Uncle Joe and Aunty Marie a kiss before you go to bed.”

There were a few times when their frustration around my bedwetting would come out and they'd say that I was “just like a little baby”. Most of the time the nappy changes, etc. were done without much been said.