Did your mothers always insist you wear diapers for bed wetting?

Did your mothers always take care of your diapers for bed wetting? I had friends that wore diapers for bed wetting and their mothers insisted on being in charge of diapering for bed.

Mind did for sure. There were actually two phases for me.

0-8 years old I was in diapers at night for bed wetting. I was born in 1981 so I was wearing 80s style Luvs, Huggies, and Pampers. I remember them being incredibly thick and a very crinkly. very difficult to hide during sleepovers. back then a kid just had to accept that his friends were going to hear and notice his diaper. My mom diapered me for most of that time, but I think during the last year or so she had me start doing it myself.

After I outgrew the XL baby diapers my mom stopped buying them for me and just left me to wash my sheets every morning for years. It was miserable and I hated it.

When I was 11, I was still wetting my bed every night and my room always smelled like pee. That year my dad had to go on a business trip and my parents decided to make a road trip out of it, stopping halfway to camp before continuing on to Las Vegas. My mom was really concerned about me wetting the bed in the trailer or the hotel, and suggested maybe we buy some adult diapers for me. I was intrigued at the idea of being put back in diapers and agreed. This was 1993 and at that time they weren’t anything other than actual diapers. No pull-ups or cloth backed. I was left to diaper myself, but I wore incredibly humiliating thick crinkly adult diapers for another couple of years until my bed wedding slowed down at almost 13.

I would insist that someone wear diapers at night. It's better to wake up in a wet diaper than a cold and wet bed. I would be gentle and firm when necessary because if someone is wearing pull ups or underwear during the day they might not want to put a diaper on when it's time to go to bed.

@bedwetterdavid You are right about the diapers being thick and crinkly. There was no doubt about what someone was wearing . If someone couldn't hear the crinkle they could see the bulk and outline of the diaper under clothes. Those diapers weren't very comfortable when they were wet so the wearer probably wanted to be changed soon.

If someone is wearing a nighttime diaper they will often wet it once or twice before bedtime. Before bed I would check their diaper and put a dry diaper on them if they were wet. Other people who wear nighttime diapers want to keep their diaper dry and ask to use the potty.

Yes my mom always put me in my diapers and plastic pants at bedtime till I was 14 and in the morning to see if I was wet

My mother took charge of my and my two sisters need for wearing diapers for as long as we all needed them. In those years no one used disposables, only cloth diapers. The cloth diapers where flat and either square or rectangular shape and needed to be pinned together-no prefolded diapers. And, of course we had to wear rubber pants over our cloth diaper. My two younger sisters stopped wetting their beds at age 12 and 7, but I continued to wet my bed until I was 17 so mom insisted on pinning my diapers every night, sometimes to great embarrassment. Of course the older I got the more diapers she had to pin together to absorb all my potty. Needless to say we had a house full of diapers and rubber pants, which mom laundered several times a week to keep up with her bedwetting kids. On the positive side, mom kept us clean, rash free, no smell of pee surrounding us and instead we all smelled of baby powder and lotion. But for me once I started that mysterious phase of my life called puberty, things became embarrassing. I'd get little erections when she wiped my wee-wee, but as time went on my wee-wee got bigger and felt so good when I rubbed it after my diapers were on that I began to look forward to mom pinning my diapers on so I could touch myself. I gave up trying to stop my bedwetting so she would continue to diaper me but felt guilty not telling her. The downside was I started to feel guilty or ashamed that I was still wetting my bed when I was so old. I couldn't have sleepovers or invite friends over because they'd see my diapers and rubber pants, find out I still wet my bed and either tease me unmercifully or ostracize me from their social stuff, or both. I was afraid to ask girls out or get too friendly with girls again for fear they'd find out I still wet my bed and wore diapers and rubber pants. And then then the day came when mom decided to talk to me about sex, sexual arousal, erections and ejaculations. I was 13 and did have some idea of what puberty was all about from friends and my sister. I did understand that I was getting turned on when my mom diapered me, wiped and powdered my wee-wee. Sometimes I get turned on when I could see some of her breasts and nipples when she leaned over me to pin my diapers together and pull op my rubber pants. In retrospect I was starting to eroticize diapers, wetting myself, having an older woman change me, and ultimately ejaculate into my wet diapers.

One night, my mother sat me down next to her on my bed. My diapers and rubber pants laying next to her on my bed and I started getting excited thinking mom was about to pull my pants down and diaper me. Instead, she said “sweety, its time for mommy to tell you about the changes you are going through now. You're getting so tall and strong, your voice is lower, you have some hair in places you never had before. I can see when I diaper you that you're developing into a young man. Your pee-pee is getting bigger and you are having what's called erections. I just want you to know that's a perfectly normal thing for boys your age to have. It's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Have you been touching or playing with it when mommy leaves your room. It's perfectly normal if you have, just be honest with me.” I hang my head a little and say “yes mommy, I have been playing with my pee-pee under my diapers. Are you sure its OK with you. It's seems so nasty to me, I was afraid you would find out and punish me.” “No honey, mommy's not mad at all. In fact I think its so cute to see my little baby grow up and become a young man. Touching yourself is called masturbation. We all do it sometimes, even mommy and daddy. You're just making yourself feel good, nothing wrong with that as long as you keep it private. Do have any questions honey'' mommy asks. By that time I was so excited and my pee-pee was so hard, all I wanted was for her to diaper me so she could leave and I could masturbate so I told her “no mommy, I can't think of any thing to ask you.” So I stood up in front of her and she pulled my trousers down. I was really embarrassed now because my pee-pee was sticking straight out under my under pants. But mommy starts to laugh and as she pulls my undies down, “sweety did our little talk make you excited. Looks like it.” I can't stop blushing and my face is beet red, as mommy tells me “lets get your diapers pinned on quickly so I can give you some privacy.” She does but the truth is I wanted her to stay with me longer. Dad was out of town and mom was dressed for bed herself, in only her nighty. I could see her nipples under nighty and when she leaned over me to wash and powder my pee-pee, pin my diapers on and pull up my rubber pants I could see all of her boobs and nipples as they swung around when she moved. I was so excited I thought I would ejaculate right in front of her, but I didn't and waited until she left. Took about 15 seconds to cum after she shut my door.

For the several years, I continued to wet my bed and mom continued to diaper me every night and change me every morning to help me get ready for school. Every few months she would ask me if I thought I could stop my wetting my bed and would tell her I was trying too but it was so hard. She'd hug me, kiss me and tell me not to worry, I soon would and mommy was here to diaper you for as long as I needed. By the time I was 17 I knew I had to stop because I would soon be leaving home for college, but by that time I knew I had grown very attached to my diapers and rubber pants and to my mom who changed me every night and gave me such love and affection.

Yes my mother pined me into my terry nappies and put my plastic pants on every night until I was about 10 years old and I started to get little stiffies she stopped then and luckily for my Mum I stopped bedwetting about then

When I was little I asked for diapers many times but my parents refused to give me those. Instead they put (I don't know the correct name) absorbent bed sheets under regular sheets. I remember those made an hell of crinkle noise when I was moving during night and I hated those

Generally it was Mom that diapered me for bed. I don't recall ever doing it myself. As I got older, I'd help by getting things ready, like putting the changing pad down, getting the diapers and plastic pants, etc. But after that I would just lie down, lift up, and she'd pin them on me. I don't think it was something she ever insisted on, as it just seemed to be a normal procedure. I don't ever recall asking to do it myself and she never offered.

When I was eleven my grandfather died in a horrific accident between his Rambler and a drunken old rich broad in a 1960 Cadillac. My dad and I never really got along well and it was decided that I would go live with my grandmother to help and keep her company. I wasn't a bedwetter, but one of my brothers was. Grandma had gone to Woolworth's in downtown Fort Wayne and bought about three dozen diapers and the biggest plastic pants she could find. She was convinced that I was the bedwetter in our family and ignored my pleas of innocence.

My mother checked on us the first evening and praised me for going along with being diapered (like I had a choice). Very soon, I came to love wearing diapers and had a good time wearing them in front of friends and family. I took some teasing, but nothing too bad. My younger brother decided to wear diapers after that. All of this led to my becoming a dedicated diaper lover, which I am to this day. I just turned 72 and my wife diapers me every night.

My brother is 69 now and loves his diapers too. We exchange E-Mails, complete with pictures.

My mother always diapered me before bed when I was a bedwetter. It was thick cloth diapers and rubber pants. On occasion, I went and got them from my room to bring to her to diaper me. I do remember a time when I stayed at my Aunts house overnight, and she diapered me too!

Yes, I was a bed wetter as a child, up until puberty started, and wore diapers to bed. Both parents diapered me (not at the same time). It seemed that it was my mother more when I was younger and my father more when I was older.

AS a child I was placed back into diapers. I was changed for bedwetting. I was well powdered by my mother during changes

I was a regular bed wetter and mom would put me in double cloth diapers and plastic pants under my pajamas. She had everything laid out on my bed while I took a bath. Afterward she would get me out of the tub, dry me off and take me to my room to change me. She greased me up with diaper cream too.

I was a child from the mid 50's . Mothers only used cloth diapers and plastic pants. My bedwetting started between 4 and 5 and well into my teens. My mother insisted on diapering me in double cloth diapers along with playtex plastic pants.I still remember some of my plastic pants had airholes at the top, front and back of my plastic pants. I was not allowed to touch my diapers once they were put on me. Many times I was put in the bathtub after dinner then taken to my room where mother had my diapers and plastic pants all ready for me. She then used plenty of baby lotion and powder on my genitals which always gave me a hard on. She would just say nothing to be embarrassed about its just natural .She always tried to make me feel bad and enjoyed humilating me, even in front of all the neighborhod mothers. She always hung my diapers and plastic pants outside on the clothesline for all the other kids to see.

Diapers for bed were so nurturing and comforting, no wonder so many became diaper-dependent. Soft warm snug diapers and in my day rubber pants. Mom would speak softly to me as she pinned the thick nighttime diapers on me. She would often give a little smile and chuckle as she inspected another of her perfect diaper jobs. Three firm pats on the seat of my diaper-clad bottom and it was into bed. Often Mom would cater to my love of being in diapers by giving me a baby bottle of milk. It all felt natural and so soothing to my humiliating state of being fully diapered.

Now Elf, are you finished with your bottle, it is time for lights out and beddy byes. Tomorrow is Saturday so I will change you in the morning. Lucky little Elf gets to run around all weekend in his diapers and rubber panties.

Mrs. Mills the next-door lady loves to watch you taking down your clean and dry diapers from the clothesline. I promised her, that you will wear your diapers while doing the diapers on the line. Did I mention to you she thinks all boys should be in diapers till they leave home? How well behaved would all the diaper boys be if they had diapers until they leave home to strike out on their own.

Oh, poor little guy, you have wet the bed again. I think we might have to take a few precautions for bedtime tonight. Would you mind if we use a diaper tonight to keep you dry? Other than diapers I have no choice other than putting in little Sarah's crib. The crib mattress is made for wet little bums in diapers. No dear you are not being punished with diapers for bed wetting. Mommy is just making you more comfortable with your little problem.

Remove your wet jammies and let me grab one of Sarah's diapers and let us see how comfortable we can make you in just a little diaper. Now there it is just a diaper, sorry it is pink, you do not need to cry and fuss.

Today we will go shopping for diapers of our own. Diapers for bedtime only, no way if you wear diapers at night you will wear them 24/7. Diapers are expensive and we don't want to waste them. Besides mommy likes keeping her men snuggly diapered and well-behaved.

Little guy, you are just adorable in your snug little pink diaper. The ladies when we go shopping are just going to fuss over you.

Once I finally stopped wetting my bed and mom no longer had to diaper me I still wanted to wear diapers. Soon after I stopped, I left for university, lived in dorms and could not wear diapers ever. I had roommates and it would have been way to embarrassing to wear diapers or to wet my bed. But when I finally stopped wetting my bed, my mom did promise she would not throw all my old diapers and rubber pants away, but would save them in case I wanted to wear them when I was home for the holidays. The first time I came home for the holidays, mom took me aside and told me she had all my old diapers and asked if I would like to wear diapers tonight. She had such a big smile on her face, reassured me she was perfectly fine if I did want to wear diapers tonight, told me how proud she was of me for doing so well in school and being such a big boy. Later, after dinner and lots catching up with my sisters and parents, mom told all of us it was bedtime, took my hand and whispered she would be in shortly after she helped my sisters to bed. A few minutes later mom came in wearing her nighty, hugged me and told me how much she had missed our nights together when she pinned my diapers on and put me to bed. She gathered my old diapers and rubber pants along with my baby wipes and J&J baby powder and diaper pins, placed them on my bed, and helped me take my trousers and shirt off. As she leaned over I could see her breasts and her big areolas and nipples. I took my underpants off while mom folded four of my diapers together just like she used to, placed them on my bed and asked “would you like mommy to diaper you or do you want to do it yourself.” I felt a little embarrassed which she picked up quickly and told me “sweety, there's no reason to be embarrassed. Mommy has seen you like this most of your life. Nothing's changed, but my, you are such a big boy now.” It had been so long since mom had diapered me or I had worn a diaper that by the time mom spread my diapers on my bed, my pee-pee had become aroused and was sticking straight up as I laid down on my diapers. I tried to cover it with my hand, but mom pushed it away and told me she needed to wash my wee-wee and bottom first, because it looks like I haven't been doing a good job of wiping myself. She also notice how my underpants were yellow in the crotch and had brown streaks in the bottom and told me I should be more careful about wiping myself when I returned to university. Just like before, as she leaned over I could see her breasts and nipples. She noticed me staring and said “You've seen mommies boobies so many times. Do you still like to look at them. How do mine compare with the girls at school?” Mom smiled, grabbed my wee-wee and cleaned it with warm wash cloth until she noticed how excited I had become and told me to lift my legs and bottom up so she could wash it. I was so glad she stopped washing my wee-wee when she did otherwise I might not have been able to hold it any longer. She dried my wee-wee and bottom and then sprinkled baby powder all over and rubbed it in. All that time, here breasts were swinging under her nightly and I couldn't help but get a little excited. Mom asked me if I had missed her powdering me and I told her I missed her terribly, she was so nice and caring and always left me smelling like a baby. She rubbed the powder on my wee-wee a little more and then pinned my diapers on and said “time for mommy to put your rubber pants on.” I lifted my bottom again as mom pulled my rubber pants over my diapers and asked me how I felt. I told her I felt just like I did when she diapered me every night and how much I missed our time together. Mom told me not to worry, I would never be to old for her to diaper me as she lay down next to me in bed, pulled my covers over us and kissed me on my cheek, telling me how much she missed her baby boy. As soon as she said this, I began to go potty in my diapers. It had been so long since I had had my diapers and gone potty in them, I felt so wonderful lying next to mom, that once I finished going potty, I feel asleep.

My mother put me in diapers and plastic pants at bed time every night

I suppose Mom did. I was too young to remember. Now my wife insists I wear diapers and does the diapering. I guess she figures I'd get it all wrong….

When Mom wanted me in diapers I dare not refuse or there was hell to pay. For her business, I modeled all of her hospital linen lines for 14 years. The products included several forms of diapers and incontinent wear. At fourteen Mom decided it was time to end my diaper fetish and put me back in diapers 24/7. I spent two years in diapers before I was removed from my home by Child Services. Mom got to stay for 18 months in a care unit at the local Psychiatric Hospital. Today they would say she had PTSD from a brutal association with a very violent husband my father.