Brian

Ages: 11-14

 

            My name is Brian and I am a Chronic Bedwetter! This details some of my early experiences with bedwetting and the diapers and plastic pants that were used as "the solution" to the problem.

            As a fourth grader and 10 years old, an incident happened that I will never forget. During this age I was wetting the bed on average 5-6 nights per week. One afternoon, my mom came to my school and had me excused from the rest of classes that day. Little did I know, but she was taking me to the doctor's office where I would be completely examined for chronic bedwetting.

            When we arrived at the doctor's office, I was given a paper bathrobe by the nurse and told to go to the dressing room and strip off all clothing except my briefs. I was then taken to a room and put underneath an x-ray machine and several pictures were taken. Being a very modest boy, I felt vulnerable lying on the table in such a skimpy outfit. After the x-rays I was taken to another room and told to wait for the doctor.

            After a complete examination from head to toe, the doctor pulled the waistband of my white briefs away from my stomach, and proceeded to put his hand in to feel my privates. His hand was oily, and I was embarrassed that my penis started getting erect and that I was helpless to stop it. As the doctor was performing this last part of the examination, he asked me, "Brian, how much are your wetting the bed at night?"

            After completing the examination I was sent out to put my clothes back on while the doctor met privately with my mom. As we later were driving home my mom told me that the doctor could find nothing medically wrong with me and that bedwetting was something the doctor thought I would most likely outgrow by the time I reached my early teens. Early teens was something that was at least three years away and it was hard for me to accept that I might still be bedwetting then.

            Up until age 10, I had been wearing thick cloth diaper pants to bed every night but with no other waterproof protection other than a plastic sheet on the mattress. That night my mom decided it was time to make my bedwetting pants more effective. As I was brushing my teeth, my mom came into the bathroom holding a super large pair of frosty white plastic pants. These particular pants were much larger than any I had seen before and were sized super large to fit me!

            At the time, I was only wearing a T-shirt and my cloth bedwetter pants. My mom said, "Brian, we can't continue to let you wet the bed every night until you outgrow it. Your problem is creating far too much laundry. With that, she held the youth sized plastic pants in front of my face and stretched the waistband wide open and said, "From now, you will wearing these plastic pants to bed every night until you outgrow Bedwetting!" I felt so ashamed as my fate was announced and seeing the display waved so openly in front of my face! To this day, I vividly remember the shame and humiliation I felt as I was made to step into those plastic pants one leg opening at a time. As the plastic pants were pulled up overtop the thick cotton diaper pants, I felt more like a toddler then the 10 year-old boy this was all happening to.

            What made this situation all the more unbearable was that my sister, Patty, who was only three years older than me, walked past the bathroom just as mom was adjusting my plastic pants at my waist. Patty peeked in the door to ask my mom a question. She took one look at me, snickered and said, "Brian, you look like a big Diaper Baby!"

            Mom told her to stop the teasing and explained that the waterproof pants were going to help me contain the frequent wetting episodes that were occurring while I slept. Patty always seemed to like the fact that her little brother was a Bedwetter and was required to wear diapers for it. She liked holding this secret over me and didn't let me forget it. She would often remind me that I was still a Bedwetter in diapers. She held open the threat of telling others all about my problem unless I did exactly as she wanted. My being put back into the plastic pants at 10 years old would serve to reinforce Patty's position and provide more ammunition should she ever need it.

            On that hot summer night, as I lay in bed, I was continually reminded of the new Bedwetter outfit I was wearing. In my own eyes, having to wear the noisy plastic pants to bed helped to further magnify my bedwetting problem and how naughty it was that I will still doing this at age 10. The plastic pants were very uncomfortable as the elastic at the waist and leg openings gripped my skin very tightly.

            Not only were the plastic pants noisy, but they became even more unbearable as the night wore on. Since there was no air movement inside this tightly sealed envelope, steam would built up and the cotton diaper pants I was wearing were become moist and wet all by themselves, even before I would later fill them to capacity as I slept soundly. I woke the next morning to thoroughly soaked diaper pants from a full night of bedwetting, but I do admit it was nice to still have a dry bed.

            Although I never really minded having to wear thickly padded pull-on style cotton diaper pants to bed at night because they felt so soft and comfortable, plastic pants were another story. Plastic pants made me feel my naughty Bedwetter shame. It was only after some time pasted that I actually got used to wearing them and would become dependent on them.

            From age 10 to 13 I was required to wear cloth diaper pants and plastic pants to bed every night. Although the plastic pants were keeping the bed dry and made it easier for me to sleep the night through, there were occasions I was rebellious and would remove them after being tucked in bed for the night. I would slip the plastic pants off to the bottom of my bed and feet, and would then sleep clad only in the super thick but always comfy cotton diaper pants. The only other clothing worn to bed was a white T-shirt. Of course the next morning would inevitably arrive, and the results would usually be the same; a pair of soaking wet cotton pull-on diaper pants, a soaking wet T-shirt, soaking wet sheets, and a soaking wet bed!

            I knew if my mom caught me removing my plastic pants that I would be spanked for it, so I would do my best to hide the "wet bed" evidence until I had a chance to do the laundry in secret. I managed to keep many of these incidents secret from my mom, but there were a couple occasions were I got caught and she spanked me with a belt for disobeying her and removing my plastic pants during the night.

            My sister overheard some of these spankings and new the reason I was being punished. When my parents would go out for an evening, Patty was often the one left in charge. Patty liked being placed this position of authority and would continually remind me she was the Babysitter! She seemed to enjoy teasing me about my bedwetting and diapers. She would sometimes make me get dressed in my diapers and plastic pants early in the evening after my parents had gone out. I would be dressed in only diapers, plastic pants, a T-shirt and socks. I would then have to sit on the couch fully diapered while I watched t.v. Patty would keep an eye on me while t she talked to her friends on the phone.

            Although my bedwetting and diapers were for the most part kept a family secret, there were definitely incidents where my problem was discovered by others. One particular incident happened when I was 12 years old after I had been teasing Patty. Patty was able to put me in my place for a long time after that and I learned not to tease her or suffer the consequences.