I was a heavy bedwetter as a child. My parents didn't know what to do.
I lived afraid all the time, for fear of wetting. One day my mother
told me we were going to move to Europe, and would have to spend a week
with friends. I was scared to death; what if I wet?
We went to their house in the morning. I asked mom what if I get wet.
She told me not to worry, but I was worried. My mother�s friend had two
boys; one 4 another 9; I was 7. That evening we all took a bath and ran
into the bed room we were all playing around. When I got into the bed
room there were diapers and plastic pants on the bed. The lady diapered
us we put plastic pants on. I was standing there in a T shirt and white
plastic pants; the young boy had a pair of blue ones. They didn't seem
to mind diapers and the one I was wearing felt good. We played on the
bed. At bedtime my mother came into the room; I was so embarrassed. She
told me not to worry, she didn't mind. They turned the lights out. The
other boys went to sleep. I could see the three of us laying there in
plastic pants. I was in bed with the older boy. I was surprised no one
seemed to mind wearing diapers. I felt my diaper. It was thick and
soft. The other boys were sound asleep, so I reached over and felt the
other boys pants. They felt good like mine they had been asleep about
an hour when I put my hand in his plastic pants. His diaper was a
little damp.
I knew as long as I wore diapers I would never be afraid again.
When I woke up in the morning the bed was dry. I reached into my
plastic pants my diaper was very wet. I touched the other boy. His
pants were warm from his wet diaper. I slipped out of bed and felt the
little boy�s diaper. He was wet and smelt of pee but his bed was dry.
They didn't even have the plastic sheets I had.
I went back to bed. In a few minutes they woke up we all got up. Our
mothers were still asleep. We boys felt each other�s diapers. As soon
as we got up we began to wet none of us could control ourselves but
much to my surprise our diapers held it all.
When our mothers got up we were standing there in very wet diapers. My
mom looked at the bed; it was dry. My mom asked if I wanted to wear
diapers, I said yes.
We went to the store and got the largest diapers and plastic pants they
had. The next night I was first in the bed room. I wore my new diapers
and plastic pants. I was the happiest boy in the place.
The next morning my bed was dry, my new plastic pants kept me dry. The
rest of the week I wore diapers and plastic pants. My mom said I looked
happy for the first time.
We moved to Europe and found more wetters there. There seemed to be
more bed wetters there than at home I made a lot of friends many were
wet and nobody seemed to care.
When I had friends over for the night some wore diapers some boxers but
it did not seem to matter to any one I finally had friends that didn't
see me as incontinent.