If you wore diapers for bedwetting as a kid

If you wore diapers as a kid for bedwetting did you like it, hate it, got use to it, never really thought about it. Tell us your age that you were wearing and what kind. Also did any of your friend or realitives know

As a kid I hated bedwetting at age 8yo until I was put in diapers at the hospital. The first night I didn't want to wear a diaper but in the morning I had a dry bed and that was great. After that I learned to accept the diapers and started to look forward to getting them on at night. I wore cloth diapers with plastic pants, but got to wear some of the early sposies too. My cousins and aunts and uncles knew I wore diapers to bed and I also had a close friend who wore them also for bedwetting. Also my babysitters knew, as well as the numberous kids and adults who saw me at vacation times and summer camps.

I was diapered nightly for several years. There was the buzzers, alarms and plastic sheets. No drinks after supper. When that didn't work my parents tried shame and humiliation. At about age 7 my Mom started diapering me nightly. Cloth gauze pin on diapers and plastic pants. At first I hated it. I was teased by my siblings and cousins. After a while I looked forward to being diapered by my mom. It was nice to finally wake up in a dry bed. The bedwetting finally stopped when I was 13 or 14. A few years ago the problem started again. I found myself staying awake so I wouldn't wet the bed. I now diaper myself nightly in - you guessed it, cloth gauze pin on diapers and plastic pants. I can finally relax and get a good nights sleep again.

Well, I didn't wear diapers for my bedwetting, but I can still relate. I still think about it 40 years later. I believe diapers would have been at good thing for me back at the time. I'm pretty sure the reason I didn't get diapers at bedtime was because, my mother thought it wouldn't allow me to learn to stay dry. It would have been to easy to keep right on wetting the bed. Maybe that's a valid idea, maybe not? I was lucky in that, I didn't wet the bed for allot of years. Again, maybe the no diapers thing helped in that respect??? I was day trained out of diapers by 2 1/2 nighttime by 3. My mom didn't like dealing with diapers, so that wasn't early enough for her. That's also another reason for not getting diapers as a bedwetter I guess.

I think my bedwetting started about the time I was four, till about the age of six. Not a long time, but it left impressions none the less. Impressions that now make it seem like a long time, probably at the time too. Two years is a long time for a kid!

In that time I was wetting the bed, I remember it didn't happen every night either. So, to save the bed a plastic mattress cover was used. Very noisy it was, and the cover sheet sometimes came loose which meant waking up on the plastic sheet itself, hot and sticky ! And then there were the times I did wet the bed!!! Sometimes, I felt myself waking up as I was peeing, but that's to late to do anything. Sometimes, I woke up already wet. Now what? I didn't want to lay in that wet the rest of the night, wet pajamas, sheet, blankets But, I also hated to have to go in and wake my mom up to help change everything, which also ran the rick of waking my dad. So, I would lay there till it got cold, but in the end I would get up and tell my mother I wet the bed. Now she had to drag herself out and deal with all the wet, and changing of the bed and me. I don't think I felt sorry for her back then, just afraid of having to wake everyone up. Not that I was treated badly after, but I still felt bad about it. There was an element of shame in the air (and pee oder ) though. I did also get a bit of teasing from my older sister over it, but she was put down by my mother if she heard about it.

Anyway, I felt pretty bad about the whole situation, and I'm sure my parents did too. Mom had to deal with the whole thing every time after all. Dad, well he worked, that's what he did, he didn't deal with home matter much, especially something like this.

I now believe, diapers would have made things better. I think I would have been happier, not having to wake up with the cold wet bed. Mom would have been happier not getting up in the middle of the night to deal with all the wet sheets, blankets, and clothes and add laundry. Dad would have not been woken up either. Even though I liked diapers back then, didn't know why, I don't think at first I would have been to keen on having to wear them to bed. But, I'm sure I would have gotten over that fast. Would it have prolonged my bedwetting, could be? But, it sure would have eased things very much.

Those are some of the feelings I have on the subject.

I wore diapers or Pull-Ups until I was about twelve. It was done in my sisters' bedroom with other kids watching. All of us were changed together.

I wore cloth nappies and plastic pants for bedwetting. Never really thought about it as I wore them continuously until I was dry - it just seemed normal.

Know what you mean jacob. they are great to wear. How about more it really does help to know you are not alone and other kids wore them too.

I have worn diapers nearly all of my life. I wore diapers to school until the summer of 3rd grade. We live 2 houses from the school so I would go home if I needed changed. I got teased quite a bit of course. After that I wore a training pant that my mom made for me with plastic panties. During that time I wore cloth diapers and plastic pants from Klienerts at night, on Sunday car rides and any other time we'd not be near a restroom. This continues until sometime when I was 17.

During this time I think I was taken to every urologist in the entire country! I finally got into boxers! After high school I joined the Navy. I was medically discharged for bed wetting. I arrived home at the local airport wearing a Sani Pac incontenent brief. These were plastic pants with a multilayer insert snapped in.

When I went into my bedroom I found cloth diapers layed out with plastic pants. My mother insisted on checking my pants. My dad berated me from the time they met me. He was really dissapointed. Actually I was a terrific embarrassment to him. I later found out my mom had talked with my then girlfriend about my life in diapers when she found out I was being discharged! They got back into the same old routine they had used before. I was criticised and embarrased. I had to wear a plastic bib when eating. Also had to drink a baby bottle. My dad especially did this. He said if I was going to have to wear diapers like a baby he was going to make sure I was treated like one.

My cousin (a girl)was also in diapers for years. When my aunt and uncle would visit (often) with her my uncle (dad's bro) would frequently refer to cousin Debi and I as the sissy babies. He would insist that we be changed and rediapered by an adult. In the evening when we were diapered for night he'd have my sisters, bro and Debi's bro come watch the babies get diapered for the night. He'd make us drink baby bottles while being diapered. He was the one who first who brought pink plastic pants and put them on me!

Anyway, I moved out as soon as I could. I would wear diapers at night and other times as needed. About 4 years ago I had prostate surgery since then have absolutley no control at all and am diapered 24/7. My basic problem is and has always been that I have no sensation of needing to urinate and sensation when I do, other than things getting warm. Even then I can't stop it.

I imagine most readers will not believe this. It really does not matter if you do or not, it is the truth.

Pottypanties

Thanks for sharing your story and memories Pottypanties. I gave you a karma point. Things can be so crazy and cruel, people too. So many people, especial years passed didn't and would understand. Sorry to hear of all those rough times you've been through, and having to carry them around with you is no picnic either. But, you did find us and this place, and it's a cool one!

I wore diapers and plastic pants at night until I was 9. My mom said they were for protecting my bed and keeping my pajamas dry. I also started wetting my bed again few years ago and the decision to go back to wearing diapers to bed was not a hard one. I wear cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed every night. And as I did as a kid I wake up with soaked diapers in the morning. 😃

I understand everyone. We all were diffrent in a way but all the same in others. It does help to talk about this stuff to others that have been there and share. It makes it more understanding. Our parents were trying to do what they thought best. Better or worst, we were delt the cards and now we have to play them out.

Any one else like to share?

Although I wet the bed until I was nearly 12, the only time I git to wear diapers to bed was around 8 or 9 when my mom decided to put me into diapers for my summer vacation from school. That only lasted a little over a week because she soon realized she was giving me what I wanted instead of punishing me. I would have loved being diapered every night. Instead, I awoke most mornings in wet pajamas and a big wet area in my bed. I would have to get up, take off my wet pjs and underpants, then strip the bed and wipe my rubber sheet before taking a bath.

I wore diapers nightly until i was about six. a babysitter put me into diapers again after making fun of her daughter a age 8.

after that i was punished with them and had "accidents" and wore them for a while longer.

I was put back in diapers by my aunt when I was 11 for bedwetting and for wetting my pants. I hated them at first, but I got used to them, and then realized I liked them. I realized this one morning after my bath when my aunt asked me if I wanted to pick out some panties to wear, or if I would like to wear diapers, and before I could even think about it, I said diapers.

As a kid i don't really hate it or love it cos i don't really know what others think of me, back till i was 13 yrs old i had to put on a diaper then that time i really hate wearing it. But as times goes by i really loves it very much 😜

I was put back in diapers at age 5-6 for bedwetting, that started after my parents divorce. I was taken to a doctor to be checked out. After a most humiliating exam he told my mom he found nothing wrong and suggested to her"put him back in night diapers for a while". I was a big boy and was not going to wear diapers again. Nothing more was said and she continued to wash my pajamas and sheets daily.One evening as I was getting ready for bed she came into my room and helped me get undressed, she was carrying a small package that she laid on the bed,when I was down to my underpants I reached for my pjs, as I normally slept with underpants on.She said I want you to take them off and get up on the bed. Why! I have something special for you to wear, was the reply. She reminded me of the doctors suggestion and then opened the bag, pulling out cloth diapers,pins,powder,and plastic panties.She showed me each article and explained that I would be much more comfortable and she would have much less work every morning.The tears were now flowing as I explained that I was not a baby and would not wet the bed anymore.She said that she knew I was not a baby and lots of other kids my age wore diapers at night, and it would be our little secret. To make a long story short, I soon found myself under the covers with a thick cloth diaper and plastic panties on under my pajamas. I am sure that I cryed myself to sleep that night and quite a few after that. But gradually I realized that diapers were better than a wet bed. This continued for a few years until I started to have dry nights.

No such tales for me. I did wake up one morning when I was about ten and thought I wet the bed. It was actually my first wet dream but I had no idea anything like that could happen and it didn't get explained to me either. That threw me for a loop for a while to be sure.

Well when i was 9-10 years old i wet the bed everynight and sometime though out the day i hated having to wear diapers at first but kinda got used to it but my friends and family know all about it and one summer when we went camping i had most of my family changed me it wasnt old my perents it was my older brothers and my aunts and uncules and some of my brothers friends. there was on time that me and my brothers went out of a hike and i wet myself and it started to leak so they changed me and took pics of me and then had me just finsh the hike wearing nothing but just my diaper they let me put my clothes back on just before we got back to camp and made me promise that i wouldnt tell on them.which i never did to this day my perents know nothing about it.but as i got a little but old i learned to love my diapers and now i wear them everyday by chouse

I used to hate it, then got used to it (especially when I went on sleepovers). My immediate family knew, as well as family which I'd stay at. Now I would love nothing more than to go back to that...especially in college, drinking alot and not worrying about staying up to empty the keg, if you catch my drift.

I was put back in diapers for bedwetting at age six at frist i hated wearing them after a while i didnt mind then i soon enjoy wearing them by the time i was a teen i was a diaper lover

I was a bed wetter and keep in diapers intell i was 8 and i wish i could go back to that age everytjing was easier

I wore a cloth nappy and rubber pants till I was around 10 years old at night hated and was ashamed by them , thanks to bad mother handling my problem by misguided belief it was lazyness on my behalf

Often made to spend hours in the morning in a wet nappy on a few occasions had a bigger accident and had to sit in my dirty nappy as a punishment

But still wet the bed to this day 47 years later wear nappies out of choice for quite considerable amount of years now for comfort enjoyment & protection

I myself wasn't, aside from a few incidents here and there. The neighbor girls that were my age, however. Probably how the seed of this kink got planted in my mind.

I wore diapers at night until I was 4. Cloth diapers with rubber pants. I hated the whole thing. My sister (two years older) used to bother me with the "diapers" topic. And when I went out of diapers, I started to miss them. Specially the rubber pants. Today 36 years later, I love my diapres and rubber pants. I love to wake each morning in a wet diaper and the soft latex from my rubber pants rubbing my thighs.

I can relate to the feeling bdg.

I loved Buenes Aires when I was there too many years ago

I never wet the bed, and never had accidents. My love of diapers has other origins (which I'm still trying to figure out).

I was in night diapers until puberty(12) as were my sisters. This was genetic in my family. My older sister diapered me from about the age of five to twelve. I diapered my younger sister until she was nine and I was nineteen and left home for the service.

It was the way things were in my family and other than missing sleepovers I never thought much about it.

I was a chronic bedwetter as a kid and was in nappies every night until I was 8 or 9. For me it just felt normal. Our district nurse advised my mother to take me out of nappies as she was sure being wet and uncomfortable would help me stop wetting the bed. It never worked. I slept in a wet and smelly bed alll through my childhood and wasn't properly dry until my early 20's.

I was bedwetter and in diapers until age 7. everybody around me new it it was no big deal.

but i remember that i loved it loved the felling of a worm and wet diaper.

i was kept in cloth diapers and plasticpants 😃

I wet the bed at age 13 and I am in diapers every night

I have posted this elsewhere in answer to others but it may be new and of interest to some. I cannot remember a time when I did not want to wear a nappy. I remember aged about 4 taking one of my father's handkerchiefs and wrapping it round me. My mother found it when she came in to wake me up to use the potty. She used to get me up at night because I used to wet the bed. Then from time to time when I was not much older I "borrowed" my younger siblings' nappies - once leaving a wet one in a pair of plastic pants under the bed, causing my mother to be quite cross with me. In England in the 50s it was rare for a child to be put in nappies for bedwetting I think. Certinly my mother took the view that I was really too big either to be wet or to wear nappies if I was and that she would just have to cope with wet beds as I was no longer a baby. Although as a child I would have given anything to stop wetting the bed - especially at boarding school - at the same time I was fascinated and horrified in equal measure by the idea of being put back into nappies. At my first boarding school, from the time I was 8, I was bullied both by the boys and the Matron who would strip my bed every morning in front of everybody to reveal the soaking drawsheet over the red rubber one which I had to have on the bed. Then she would send me for a cold bath wth a smack on my bottom as I went. Once when I tried to hide my wetting she bent me over the bed with may face in the wet sheet and gave me four strokes of a very thin whippy cane over my wet pyjamas.

I was dreading going to my next school at 13 but in fact a very kind house-master's wife who had two children in nappies when I first went and had another baby half way through my time there was very very understanding. She said she thought it might be easier to hide my wetting from the other boys if, as she put it, "you go back to nappies for a while". When I agreed, with absolutely no reluctance at all, she lent me some and got me some plastic pants. It certainly prevented the other boys finding out about my nightly wetting, and as she frankly said, it helped her to cut down the washing as well. She pointed out when she first suggested it that washing a couple of extra nappies every day with her children's was much easier than sheets and pyjamas. Very sadly, she never actually put the nappies on me but each morning I would take them up to her and each evening I would go to her flat and be given clean ones. She was so very kind I shall always think of her with pleasure whilst the other matron is the only person in my life I have ever really detested. Even then she should never have had a job in charge of young and vulnerable children away from home.