My name is Brad, and to start off, I was potty trained at the late age 
of 4 and I was fine until I was 13. I started bedwetting. At first I 
really didn’t care. I woke wet and let it dry and then that night go to 
sleep. After a week of this my mom found out since she washes my sheets 
once a week and she said she would take me to the doctor.

I woke up with another wet bed and it was the day for my appointment 
and I was sort of scared of what the doctor would say. After an hour of 
waiting I was called and they came into the office. The doctor said my 
bladder was not growing with me and it would catch up with me one day, 
and that was about it.

Once my mom and I got home things were normal for about a week. Then my 
mom bought plastic sheets and she told me that I had to clean my 
sheets. I really didn’t like that idea so I asked my mom if there were 
there some other options. She said, "I will see what I can find." That 
suited me for the time.

The next day had to go to school since summer was over. The next 
morning I got out of bed and got ready for school and my mom took me to 
school. School was fun-- go to see my friends and all. When I got home 
I found that my mom had bought me some Depends. I thought I could wake 
up an hour early to wash my sheets, or wear a diaper-- I took the 
diaper. The diapers were the Depends max/pro and they were huge on me.

That morning I woke up with dry sheets and a wet diaper. This went on 
for a year until I started to leak a little during the day. At first it 
just got my underwear wet but soon you could start seeing it through my 
pants. I told my mom and she told me to wear a diaper in the day. We 
would go to the doctor again tomorrow. That morning I changed out of my 
wet diaper to a fresh one. Luckily I was very thin so my pants were 
baggy and my diaper didn’t show, but you could hear it. I usually put 
my diaper on sort of loosely. Before we left my mom said that my diaper 
was awfully noisy. She told me to pull my pants down, so I did since I 
would get a spanking if I didn’t. She laid me on the floor and adjusted 
my diaper. After she adjusted it the diaper was almost silent, so when 
we went to the doctor he told me the same stuff-- my bladder wasn’t 
really growing with me and so I was sort of pissed (pardon the pun) 
because I thought that was a stupid answer. I went on wearing diapers 
and for school my mom would tighten my diapers before I left. I do it 
myself now, so I am wearing a wet diaper now.