I’m a fourteen-year-old boy in Wisconsin who is on his Christmas break in Colorado. We drove here on a Monday and are driving home after New Year’s.
	It all started the Friday before we left. I had a very bad head cold. Friday night I took some Benadryl and hoped it would help. I woke up at 2 in the morning to find I had wet my bed. I was scared but I mustered up the courage to tell my parents. They weren’t angry; they just washed the sheets and told me to sleep on the leather couch downstairs. Nothing else was said about the incident that day. The next night, Saturday night, I was still stuffed up so I took another Benadryl and went to sleep. Like the previous night I woke up wet. Again I told my parents. The next morning after church we stopped at target to get some groceries. My parents decided to by some Goodnights and they told me that if I wet that night I would were the diapers the whole ride there and back and I would were them at night because we were staying at our friend’s house.
	The rest of the day I finished my homework for the vacation. Before bed that night I took another Benadryl and my parents reminded me of what the consequences of a wet bed were. Around 3 in the morning I awoke wet. I panicked. I brought the sheets downstairs to wash but my mom heard. She wasn’t angry. She just sent me back to bed. About an hour later she woke me up to leave. After I showered I went to my room to get dressed and hoped she’d forgotten. She hadn’t. There, on my bed, was a goodnight and my clothes. I put it on and put my clothes on over and went downstairs. The car was already warming up. My dad was standing by the door and as I walked out he stopped me. He said, “Pull down your pants!” I did and he saw the pull up and we both got in the car. It was about 5:30 in the morning and I fell asleep. I woke up as we were passing through Minneapolis. I was wet and I looked down it my diaper was bulging. My nine-year-old brother looked down at my crotch and a faint smile crossed his face. Judging by the fact that he said nothing I would guess that mom and dad threatened him.
	I sat in my wet diaper for an hour when we pulled over at a rest stop. It was now around 9 in the morning. My parents handed me a fresh diaper and the Benadryl. I was still sick, and I went into the bathroom. I went into a stall, dropped my pants, and pulled up the diaper. While I was changing another boy around my age walked in. I was still, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. He did not see me. He stood in the stall next to me and I saw his pants fall to the floor and, to my surprise, heard the familiar crinkle of a diaper. As I was standing there my brother came in and called, “Erik, are you done changing your diaper?” I heard the boy next to me gasp. I answered, “Yeah, what should I do with the wet one?” As I was standing there the boy in the stall came out and looked at me. If anyone had walked in they would have seen 2 boys both, obviously, wearing diapers. I smiled and walked out.
	I walked out to my car and we left. The rest of the trip was routine. Every 2-3 hours we stopped so I could change my diaper. We also made several food breaks. We finally got to our friend’s house very late that night. I was so tired all I remember was stumbling inside and collapsing on a bed. My mom came in and changed my diaper. I awoke late the next morning to a diaper that was sagging to my knees. So far I’ve been here a week and woken to a wet diaper every morning. I’m not even taking Benadryl anymore. My parents say that I will be in diapers at night until I have a week straight of dry diapers.