DRY TIME

THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

 

 

Hi, my name is Bret. I’ll start off about a week before my birthday, and it is in October and this year I will be 13 years old. Yeah, that’s right, I’ll be a teenager. As my birthday approaches this year it falls on Saturday. It’s hard not to get excited the big 13.

I made it through the school week and the day is finally here.

At breakfast my Dad told everyone that the world had a new teenager and seemed to be as happy about that as I did. Mom is going to make a special dinner and my special Birthday cake, a German Chocolate Cake. Even my older brother seemed happy for me today. I guess he knew all about this transition as he turned 13 almost 3 years ago and my younger sisters just loved birthdays.

Dinner was finally here and we had a great dinner, but the best part was the cake. After we were done we got to the presents. I got some kewl surf shorts and tee shirts from my sisters and brother, and Mom and dad got me a new skateboard; man, it is the best. Then Mom gave me a card from my grandma from back east which had a check for $50.00 and I got another one from an uncle for $25.00. I guess being a teen now, money was a better gift as I could now get whatever I wanted. Mom said she would take me to the bank Monday to cash my newfound wealth.

Later that night I walked into my room, which I share with my brother, to get ready for bed. As I sat down I noticed that the sheet hadn’t quite dried out from the night before and the rubber sheet felt really slippery with the wet sheet on top of it. I should have told Mom so they could have been washed but I was too embarrassed to say anything since boys at age 13 should not be wetting the bed.

Just as I was contemplating what to do as it’s hard to sleep on prewet sheets, Mom and Dad walked in. They looked at me with a very concerned gaze. Mom started the conversation as she told me they had come up with a great idea of what I could do with my birthday money. I, of course, asked “What?”

“Son,” my Dad said, “we know you are not happy with your nightly bedwetting so we found a program that claims they can help you stop.”

“What do you mean, a program?”

“Well, we have to fill out a questionnaire and send it in and they will in turn send out a special program tailored just for your age group. What do you think? Will to give it a try?”

“Sure,” I answered, “if it will make me stop.”

They both hugged me and then told me the program cost $100.00. Mom told me I could use my birthday money and the rest of what I needed I could get out of the bank. Man, that put this whole program thing in a different light. With that, they both left the room with my brother sitting on his bed staring at me. Before we went to sleep that night he did tell me he hoped it would work as he was really tired of sleeping in a room that smelled like pee.

I awoke Saturday morning in my usual wet bed. Probably 2 minutes later my dad came in to the room and did the usual bed check. He really wasn’t surprised at what he found. After breakfast Mom and dad asked me to stay at the table so we could fill out the questionnaire. As dad started to fill out the form he asked:

 

BEDWETTER’S NAME ______________________

BEDWETTER’S AGE _______________________

GENDER OF BEDWETTER ___________________

 

And so on. After he was done we put in I the envelope and put a stamp on it to send it off after we took care of the banking Monday.

It sure was awkward at school that Monday when kids in my class asked what I got for my birthday. After school Mom picked me up and we headed off to the bank. We went in and I made out a deposit slip for the checks I got for my birthday. Then Mom made me get a cashier’s check. The teller asked who we wanted the check made out to and I had to tell her DRY LIFE. I was just hoping that she would have no idea what that was but I think she figured it out. After we got out of the bank Mom drove to the post office and we mailed the envelope away.

For the next week and half I kept wondering what would come back, for the advertisement never really said what it was, just a “proven method”. The following Thursday that big brown envelope finally was delivered. When I got home from school I saw it on the kitchen table but it was yet to be opened and it was addressed to my parents. My Mom walked into the kitchen and I said to her, “Mom, don’t leave this out in the open because all my sisters and brother will see it.” It was quite unmistakable what it might be as it had a big DRY TIME label on it. My Mom said she was sorry and said she would look a it later and stuck it in the drawer. She did tell me that there was a letter with it saying the parents should read it first and then have the child look at it also. Later that night Mom and Dad must have been reading this new Program.

DRY TIME

Dear Parent(s),

 

CONGRATULATIONS, you purchased Dry Time, the complete guide to ending all types on incontinence found in children. This booklet contains traditional methods for correcting bedwetting as well as daytime wetting. Our traditional methods are extremely effective and have been used for many decades with very good results. Please don’t expect these methods to stop bedwetting overnight, however most cases will end within a couple of months. 80 percent of children who are bedwetters are boys so from here on we will refer to the child as he or him.

It is important that you be a FIRM Parent! We believe “SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD”. If you do not take control of this problem the bedwetting will in most cases continue for years. This means many more years of washing bedding and clothing. The responsibility rests with the parents and if you don’t take control who will? Being firm doesn’t mean beating the child with a belt, but by using other corrective methods too help your child achieve a dry bed. You are much older and wiser than your child and it is up to you to determine what’s right and what’s wrong. If you do not take control of your child’s bedwetting you are actually NOT helping that child. As you probably know when a child wets himself his self esteem is usually very low, but with this program you will have the power to turn this problem around. Let us first explain about BEDWETTING as this is more common than Daytime wetting.

Statistics show that between the ages of:

4 and 6, 1 out of every 6 are still wetting the bed

7 and 9, 1 out of every 10 are still wetting the bed

 

THEN THE MORE SERIOUS

 

10 and 12, 1 out of every 130 still bed wetting

BUT then by the time they reach 13 on the up its time to take control for these are still 1 out of every

2100.

 

OLDER REMEDIES

Years ago parents knew it was important to stop bedwetting as quickly as possible although their remedies were extreme and most did not work. Our remedies use some of the same principles but are a lot more conservative. Some of the remedies were more like punishments, but in parts of the world some are still being used today:

(1)     Children who wet the bed in the morning normally got a severe spanking either by hand or maybe with his mother hair brush.

(2)     If the Father discovered his son in the wet bed he would take the boy’s nose and rub it in the wet bed.

(3)     Sometimes parents would take the boy and make him sit on the toilet with his wet underwear on top of his head.

(4)     Most parents would hang his wet sheets out of his window so anybody passing by would know that a BEDWETTER was living there.

(5)     Some parents who also had a baby in the family would DIAPER the BEDWETTER….(There is nothing wrong with using diapers to control bedwetting but there are limits).

(6)     Some parents would send the diapered boy out in public wearing only a DIAPER and a sign that would usually read “I AM A BEDWETTER”

 

You now have a chance to help your child gain control of his BEDWETTING and DRY TIMES method will help you with this goal.

SECTION 1

BEDWETTING AGES 4 – 6:

Many children wet the bed at his age, although it is not normal the key is conditioning him to wake before he wets the bed.

YOU WILL NEED:

(1)     DIAPER ALARM: This is just what it sounds like. The diaper alarm fits under the diaper and when he wets moisture hits the alarm and it makes a loud beeping sound, which will wake most sleeping boys. You should be able to locate one of these in any infant supply store.

(2)     PLASTIC SHEET: You should be able to get this at any department store. You need one to cover his bed completely to protect his bed whenever he wets or messes.

REMEDY:

GIVE YOUR SON AS MUCH TO DRINK AS HE WANTS BUT NOTHING AFTER 5:00 pm. At bed time put him to bed using 2 pair of training pants with the diaper alarm between each pair. When you hear the sound of the alarm you must take him to the potty and have him sit there until he has emptied his bladder. If he wets more than 3 times a week you must start him on his daytime exercises. Place a garbage bag on the floor and give him 3 big glasses of water. Place him in his 2 pair of training pants with the diaper alarm and have him stand on the bag for one hour. Increase the time by 15 minutes after he has achieved success with his time period. If he wets before the time is up make him continue to stand there with the alarm sounding until the time expires. This will draw unwanted attention to the fact he has NOT achieved the necessary dryness. You will see results after he has trained using this method for about a month.

SECTION 2

BEDWETTING AGE 7 – 15

THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR A NORML CHILD TO WET HIS BED AT THIS AGE.

The older the child, the more serious the problem!!! You MUST now take drastic actions to stop this behavior as quickly as possible. You need to take a firm position with your bedwetting child immediately.

Mom and Dad finished reading my new training book as they now called it, when they called me in they let me read this first part and to say I was shocked would be an understatement.

“Mom, Dad, you wouldn’t do this to me, would you?”

“Well, of course not, son,” my Dad said. “That chapter is for smaller kids. We will let you read your section #2 as we get started. Now I think its bedtime for you.”

So off I headed. I again woke up in a very WET bed and had visions from reading yesterday’s book that I would find myself standing on that garbage bag with a diaper alarm in my underpants in front of the whole family, but the training book surely wouldn’t recommend this for a boy my age?

As I was sent off to school Mom said she had to pick up a few items today but she said I should hurry home after school.

Mom left for he shopping trip about 9:00AM and her first stop was Target, as she headed straight for the linen department she found the display of PLASTIC SHEETS and found the twin size for my bed. She made sure it would cover completely so if I wet it would not ruin the mattress.

She then headed for the stationary supplies and found a waterproof RED MARKING PEN and then, making sure it was just the right one she found a STAPLER. She continued to look in other departments for other items on her list but for the first stop she had been quite successful.

Mom then headed off to DIAPER EMPORIUM and as she walked in she was really surprised at how big the store was. She was greeted by a sales girl almost immediately, she asked if she could help my mother find anything and Mom took out her list.

“First, I need a DIAPER ALARM. You know, the kind that would fit in a diaper of training pants.”

“Oh yes, we have several styles over here on aisle 10. Some sound like an alarm and some play music.” Mom picked out one that played Happy Birthday (how fitting) she thought.

“Second, I need some diapers,” she said, looking at her list. The girl asked, “What size?” and Mom told her that they were for her 13-year-old son.

“Oh my,” she said. “You will probably do good with these,” as she handed Mom a package of Goodnights.

“Well, those probably are good ones but I need ones more like a DIAPER.”

The sales girl then took my Mom to a display and handed her a package of ATTENDS.

“Why yes, this looks more like the style he will need.” She told Mom that they were the youth size and should fit a 13 year old just fine.

“Third, what do you have for DIAPER PAILS?”

“At the moment we are kind of low on them as most mothers are buying DIAPER GENIES, would that possibly work?”

No I really need just a large pail,” and not seeing what she wanted, headed off to pay for her purchases.

DRY TIME REMEDY:

The single most important toll in ending BEDWETTING is discipline! If the child does not listen to you then the following methods will be useless. So the 1^st thing YOU MUST gain total control over your child. You must be a VERY firm parent and he must learn that YOU are the BOSS… The best way to gain control is through embarrassment and this is how………

“Hi Mom, I’m home!”

Fridays are always kind of fun but I was a little worried about this one.

“Hi, son, hope you are ready?”

“Ready?”

“You know, the training program?”

“But Mom, it’s not bedtime yet.”

“Well, you better come with me.”

We headed off to my bedroom when my sisters came home from school and Mom just told them to either watch TV in the other room or go outside and play for awhile. Mom told me to get undressed as she stood back.

“But Mom, you want me to undress in front of you?”

“Well, yes, I do, and it’s something you are going to have to get used to.”

With that she brought out the youth sized ATTENDS and put one on the bed.

“MOM! You can’t really expect me to wear a DIAPER? Can you?”

There was nothing that I could say and as much fuss I put up I still ended up in that DIAPER. She then stood me up and stood me in front of the mirror and told me to look at myself.

“Don’t you feel stupid, DIAPER BOY?”

“Please, Mom! Please! I don’t need these!”

Then she reached over and pulled out a pair of plastic pants that she had me step into and she pulled them up over my diaper to make them look even more babyish. Mom then pulled out a camera and took my picture in just the diaper. She said that she was going to make copies and if I ever didn’t listen to her she would show them to my friends.

I was then taken out to the family room where my sisters and by then my brother were all watching TV. As they looked up Mom told them that I would be wearing DIAPERS until I could keep my bed dry. My youngest sister came over and touched my plastic pants and said, “Wow, it is just like a real baby diaper! Does he have to wear them all of the time?”

“Well, just until he can stay dry.”

I remained in the DIAPER all that afternoon in front of the family. Just then I heard my Dad pull into the garage. As he came inside I heard him ask Mom if she had luck on her shopping trip.

“I found just about everything.”

“Where is our little DIAPER BOY?” He came into the family room and walked over to me and said to Mom, “I see so far he is behaving.” He hugged me and patted me on my diapered butt.

After dinner and the dishes were all finished Mom and Dad took me to my room. She had me lay back on the bed and removed my diaper. Dad then took me over to the bathroom and had me sit on the toilet as he told me to use it. He just stood there. He finally looked at his watch and said TIMES UP as he extended his hand and pulled me off the toilet.

“But Dad, I haven’t used it yet and its pretty hard to go with you standing there.”

“It’s too late now. Your next chance will be tomorrow.”

I was then taken back to my bedroom where they had me lay down on my back as Mom pinned on a cloth diaper with little ducky pins. She then pulled out another pair of plastic pants and pulled them up my legs. She had me get off my bed and help her pull all of the sheet and blankets off. She then gave me the PLASTIC SHEET and told me to put it over the mattress. I unfolded it and did as I was told; after Mom checked it see that it was on OK. She had me remake the bed and I noticed how crinkly it was and the sheet slid on it quite easily, but mainly I noticed the smell. Why, it smelled just like the plastic pants they were making me wear.

I got to stay up for about another hour or so but had to go to bed before my sisters who were both several years younger. As mom and Dad tucked me in they both told me to keep my diaper dry and kissed me goodnight.

The next morning Dad came in to get me up. As he pulled back the waistband of my plastic pants he found my diaper to be quite wet. He then told me to get up and we headed to the kitchen table with me in just my diapers.

“Kids, it looks like your brother here WET THE BED again!”

I just wanted to disappear when he told everyone. Not that it was a big secret but we just never talked about it like that before.

“What do you kids think we could do to help your big pee-pants brother with his bedwetting?” my dad asked everyone. My brother wanted me to be moved out of our room, but as we had no other bedrooms this wouldn’t happen. The conversation continued through breakfast.

After breakfast mom told me that she would get me cleaned up as we had a bit more shopping to do. She again took me to my bedroom and laid out a small plastic sheet over the top of my bed and told me to lie on my back as she removed my baby attire. This time she used one of the youth-sized Attends to diaper me with. It seemed better than cloth but when I started to argue about having to wear a diaper in the daytime Mom just reminded me of the “picture” and I really didn’t want any of my friends to see me in my diapers.

After she had the diaper tightly taped she then took out the RED marking pen and drew a line from the tape tabs to the diaper. She then got out the stapler and stapled the tabs to the diaper.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, son, just making sure your diaper stays put.”

Then she had me roll over on my stomach and again took her RED marking pen and wrote on the back of my diaper. Again I asked her what she was doing. She added to the same reply.

“If I do catch you trying to remove your diaper I will most certainly show your picture to ALL of your friends.”

What I didn’t know is that before Mom slipped that diaper on me dad had placed the musical diaper alarm in the padding, and to this day I’m not sure that Mom even knew about it.

I got off my bed and went over to the closet to get some clothes to wear but when I opened the door it was empty.

“MOM, where are my clothes?”

“I’m in charge of everything you wear from now on, just like when you were a baby. Me or your Father will decide on everything you wear. Now just sit back down and I’ll get you some clothes for our shopping trip.”

She returned with a pair of shortalls which I hadn’t worn in a long time, telling me she always thought they were kind on cute on me. She gave me a striped t shirt to wear and helped me with the shortalls.

“Mom, you can tell I have a diaper on!: as I looked in the mirror and with this striped t shirt I look just like a toddler.

“When did you put the snaps on them? Please, Mom, I don’t want to go anywhere like this! Please!”

DRY TIME REMEDY:

When the child is home never let him wear anything other than a diaper and maybe a T-shirt. The whole ides of the diaper is to keep him aware of his bedwetting and if you cover it up with clothes he will be less aware of it. Remember, parents who keep their children’s bedwetting quiet are responsible when the child continues his bedwetting for many years.

Your child at this age is smart enough to remove his diaper when no one is around, so first you must tamperproof it by using a RED marker and draw a line from the tab to the diaper, then staple the tab. If he removes his diaper there is no way he can line up the staple holes and the red line. Next write the day of the week across the back of his diaper. If he removes the whole diaper it is impossible for him to copy your handwriting on the replacement diaper.

Mom told me to get my socks and shoes on, which she handed me and told me it was time to go. As I got into the car Dad came out and said, “Now behave and you better listen to your mother, DIAPER BOY!”

“I will, dad.”

He then buckled my seat belt.

“Mom where are we going?”

“We have to pick up a few supplies that I couldn’t find yesterday.”

As soon as we drove for a few minutes I figured out we were headed to the Mall. We pulled in and Mom told me to come along. I kind of hesitated getting out of the car but just a stare from her and I knew I had to go with her. As we entered the mall we stopped at the directory map.

“There it is, Babies ‘Я Us.”

 

The Mall was packed and Mom talked real loud. I just knew everyone was staring at me and they knew I was in DIAPERS. We headed off to the store and upon entering we headed to the aisle with DIAPER PAILS. Mom was impressed by their huge selection. She was satisfied they had what she wanted as she picked one out and handed it to me and told me to follow her. Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse here I was carrying a HUGE diaper pail through a baby store, but then she stopped at a display of DIAPER BAGS. Yeah, she found something also. We went to the registers and Mom made the purchases, now I had to carry them to the car through the entire Mall.

 

I knew she parked on the opposite side of the Mall so I would have to walk all the way to the other side to exit. About half way back I told Mom I had to use the bathroom. I wished then I hadn’t drank so much that morning. Mom looked at me and said, “just WET your pants! That’s why you have DIAPERS ON!”

“Mom, not so loud, I’m sure people heard you.”

We didn’t make it out of the Mall before I had to let go, and the bad part is I couldn’t stop it. I was really afraid the DIAPERS wouldn’t hold that much but I was lucky this time as they seemed to absorb all the pee. But wait, what is this? Just then the DIAPER ALARM went off and started playing ♫HAPPY BIRTHDAY!♫

 

When we got out to the car Mom pulled at the back of my pants and pulled the alarm out of my diaper. Right in the parking lot, but I was just glad to get in out of there.

We next headed to the office supply store and mom purchased a VERY large wall calendar.

Upon our arrival home I helped bring everything in the house, Mom took the diaper pail right to my room and placed it where everybody could see it. I started to complain but was hushed. She hung the wall calendar on the same wall and anyone walking down the hall could see it.

“What’s that for, Mom?” Dad happened to walk in and took the RED marker and wrote WET on today’s date.

“No, please don’t do that!”

Mom told him that I had been whining a lot this morning so Dad then removed my t-shirt and stuck a pacifier in my mouth saying, “this is the way to stop whiners.”

He also explained that I would remain in DIAPERS for three weeks after I stopped wetting to make sure it just isn’t a temporary thing.

“Also, young man, whenever you are home you will wear only your DIAPER and perhaps a t-shirt.”

 

DRY TIME REMEDY:

Take him to a local shopping Mall with his diapers on under his street clothes and spend the entire day there if needed (until he is quite wet). This will make him quite docile and you will quickly see an attitude difference. No child this age will want to misbehave while wearing baby diapers in public. Your child will think that everybody who looks in his direction will know he is in a DIAPER. You will know this is silly but never tell your child this. Most children will come to attention simply by threatening to repeat this ordeal; however there are some stubborn kids who actually must have this trip repeated. If he becomes undisciplined again repeat his trip to the Mall but this time before leaving make him WET his DIAPER until it leaks, this will guarantee total discipline.

Well, I made it through my first weekend and not much more took place. Monday morning started just like the last few, after eating breakfast I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to get ready for school on time. Mom already knew I was WET as she had checked my DIAPER when she woke me. At breakfast everyone was still talking about how I shouldn’t be wetting the bed at my age and no one seemed too concerned about getting this stupid diaper off so I could get ready for school.

My brother and sisters had all left to get ready and I was left still sitting there.

“Mom, when can I get ready for school?”

“In a few minutes, son.”

About 5 minutes before I usually left Dad took me to my room (probably anticipating some problem) Where he had me remove my shirt and then he pulled the waist band of my diaper. It was quite WET, so he removed if after having me lay in the bed again.

“Dad, I’m going to be late. I still have to take a shower and stuff.”

“Don’t worry, son,” he said as he reached for another DIAPER. He then raised me up to slide it under my butt. This all caught me by surprise as he stapled it very snuggly above my hips.

“But Dad, what are you doing?” For wetting your diaper last night you have to wear diapers to school today. He then used the RED marker just the way Mom had done days before and he also wrote on the back of the diaper.

He then gave me pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear. The shorts were a bit on the small side but the shirt seemed to help hide my badge of babyhood. After helping me with my tennis shoes he sent me on my way. It was useless to complain with dad as he was the boss it, you know what I mean.

Not being able to use the bathroom this morning made me think about it all that more all morning, well really, only until about 10 AM as then it hit me and I wet my DIAPER. From the past days I knew I wasn’t safe yet, for I had to get through the rest of the day. Then it dawned on me, what about gym class? What was I going to do? Everyone had to wear their gym cloths and take a shower. I just bet Mom and Dad forgot about that when he diapered me this morning.

When class came up I went in and started to take my diaper off when I remembered their warning about showing my picture to my friend if I ever removed my diaper, so I found a vacant spot in the locker room and pulled my shorts off quickly and replaced them with my gym shorts. Man, my heart was racing about a thousand beats a minute, but I did it and didn’t get caught. All that exercise made me really sweat and even got my diaper wetter which I didn’t believe possible, I made it through class and just put my shorts on over my gym shorts and snuck out of the locker room while everyone else took a shower. By afternoon I had WET again and my diapers started to smell quite a bit. One of the kids from my gym class whispered to me, “You know, you should really take a shower after gym class.”

By the time I got home my shorts had a few WET spots on them and the diaper was done for. Mom changed me and could see I was upset. She told me as long as I was bedwetting I would continue to wear diapers to school. She then changed me for the day and left me to run around in just a DIAPER.

When Dad got home he asked me how school was and I told him hoping maybe he would have some sympathy and not make me wear DIAPERS to school. I was wrong. He told me this is what the program said to do and we (I) was going to follow it through, even if it took until my next birthday.

Well, for sure this is one birthday I’ll always remember.