From: (DaddyJack) Subject: PP Punishment Date: 12 Sep 1996 20:18:28 GMT I really wasn't going to post this publicly, but I have had SO many requests this seems like the only way to answer all of them efficiently. Please pardon my grammar and typos, but it is the message that everyone seems to care about. The following descriptions might be considered a form of child abuse in this day and age (I consider it as such personally) so if any of this bothers you, bail out now. The following is TRUE whether you chose to believe it or not. I know it was true because I was there, and I experienced much of it first hand. Plastic Pants Punishment Almost all the boys on my father's side of the family are bedwetters; we believe it to be a genetic thing. Though no doctor has ever found a concrete physical defect in our boys, most of them wet their beds nightly until about ages 11 to 13. This has been the situation in our family for generations as far back as anyone can remember. Waterproof pants have been a staple for our boys going all the way back to our ancestors in Ireland, back when such "protection pants" were first imported from England. Back in the early 1950's, I was the first born of my generation. My father was the oldest son of HIS generation and my family was very pleased when I toilet trained easily by age 3. I seldom wet the bed by then, but began wetting shortly after entering Kindergarten at age 5. My parents tried all the usual things parents do, like limiting liquids before bedtime, waking me up in the middle of the night to urinate, all that stuff. None of it worked however. It was just a "genetic thing" coupled with the stress of entering school, though people didn't understand such stuff back then. Because I had been dry for a year prior to this, my parents felt that I could stop wetting IF I wanted to. They had the whole issue on a moral basis and tried to convince me that my wetting was very "babyish" and that "people that act like babies need to be TREATED like babies, a philosophy that, judging by the enormous amount of replies I've received, I suspect many here are sadly experienced with. That was the rational behind putting me back into plastic pants at the age of 5, I was "acting like a baby" in the eyes of my parents. This was PUNISHMENT and there was no mistaking the fact. The rule was, if I had wet the bed the night before, I would be "on punishment" for the next 24 hours. This became an almost daily ritual for me, and others in my family. For me, it lasted almost until age 14. Disposable diapers had not been invented yet and my mother didn't want to do the "diaper service thing" that she USED to with me, so she used to use big thick training pants on me at first. Every morning, she would come in and check my training pants, two or 3 pairs usually, under my Playtex RUBBER pants. If they were wet, which they almost always were, I would be taken down the hall to the bathroom. Mother would draw a bath for me as I slowly peeled off what she called my "pissy pants" and out them in the bathroom sink to soak in hot soapy water along with my rubber pants. After finishing a quick bath (we didn't have a shower in those days) my task was to wash and wring out the training and rubber pants in the sink. Still naked, I would present them to my mother for inspection, she would then hold open a pair of boys briefs for me to step into and help me get dressed. I always had to tuck my tee-shirt into my briefs before she would put a fresh pair of rubber pants on me over the briefs. Then, dressed only in a tee shirt socks briefs and the rubber pants, my next task would be to carry a kitchen chair out onto the back porch with the wet clothes from the night before on top of it. Once outside like this, I used the chair to stand on while I hung my wet training and rubber pants out on the clothes line to dry, and for all to see. My parents felt this would help me to "take responsibility" for my babyish behavior; I found that it provided daily public humiliation and eventually turned my life into a freak show of neighborhood shame. After hanging my bed clothes out to dry, my mother helped me complete dressing for school. Of I went wearing rubber pants under my school (dress) pants and over my briefs. All day long I could feel the rubber pants stretching as I moved and played with the other kids, constantly reminding me that I was a bedwetter and a big BABY underneath my pants. I also spent a good deal of time making sure my dress shirt remained tucked into my pants. Where I went to school, the little kids would make fun of each other if their underwear showed. Often times a kid would bend over and the waistband of his briefs would show above his pants. At that point one of the kids would point and they all would chant "I see London, I see France; I see (your name's) UNDERPANTS!" and laugh. Well one day it finally happened to me. I was playing with the building blocks on the floor when everyone around me suddenly chanted "I see London, I see France; I see Johnny's RUBBER pants!" I was never so humiliated in my entire short life :( But THAT was only Kindergarten. My younger relatives, those that HAD been born, were not yet old enough to experience what would become known as PP Punishment once rubber pants got replaced by plastic ones. I, on the other hand, still had SEVEN more years of daily shame and humiliation to go! TO BE CONTINUED (possibly - tell me)