GREG'S STORY I was born in the early 60s as the fourth child of my parents. I do not have much time and so I start my life in the ambulance. My early childhood was quite normal till the age of four. That was when my mom started to get me dry and clean. In the Kindergarten I was the only one in my age who needs to be diapered 24/7 and the other kids often treated me and laughed about it and gave me names you will not find in any book! My dad was not really interested in us kids and I never could talk with him about problems - neither as a boy nor now. Mum always was angry at this time when I wet or mess my pants or the bed, because she said that such a big boy as me HAD NOT TO DO !! But whatever I or she tried was helpless and although she brought me to many doctors I can't control peeing or messing. Six months before starting school she brought me to a special bedwetter-clinic in Vienna, hoping that the can help me. I stayed there three weeks making a special non-wetting program. The nurses there was very nice and during changing my diapers they cuddled and stroke me and I think that the really loved me. One day the doctor came to me and sat down on my bed. He told to sit by him, took my hand, stroke my hair and said: "I finished all the tests now. I am very sad, that I do not have a better message for you. We found that your bladder is still as small as a two-years-babies and your sphincters of the bladder and the after are not in use. In every test we have made was no contraction to see. We have no possibility to solve this problem. So I sadly must tell you that you never will get control of wetting or messing. If there will not be a wonder you have to wear diapers your whole life." First I thought that I have to die !! Wearing diapers my whole life !! The kids in school will do bad jokes to me and tease me so much !! And my mum will go on with punishing me for the accidents. Brothers and sister will also laugh about a six year old baby boy who still needs to be diapered!! It was a feeling like the world will go down! Whole life diapered !! I started to cry and cried the whole night although the nurses tried to trust me for many hours. After few hours I felt asleep and when I woke up my mum and the oldest brother stood by my side. Mum stroke my hair and cuddled me like she did not since two years. My brother took my hand and said that he will stand by me for every time. I saw the tears in my mothers eyes and kissed her because I knew that she has heard the truth. Again I start crying and the nurse came, changes my diaper and gave me a pill for sleeping. Next morning I woke up very early because I have made a lot of mess in my diaper and so I rang the bell for the nurse. After bathing and giving me a new diaper she sat down on my bed, took my head in her hands and stroke my hair till fell asleep again. The first three month at school was without problems because we only had three hours a day. But in December we started gymnastics in school and so I asked my mother to free me from this. But there was no way. Gymnastics was part of the school-exercises and so I had to it as all the other children. During the first hour I felt that my diapers are getting wet and messy. Oh my god !! What to do now? Can I trust the teacher and tell him what has happened? Will he be angry? One of the boys saw me starting crying and he came to me and asked me what's going on. "Oh what a smell", he said, "have you messed your pants?" Seeing me crying more he run to the teacher and told him what has happened to me. After that he cried:" Greg has messed his panties, Greg has messed his panties!" A great circus followed and it was really hard for the teacher to stop them. After that he took me by his hand and brought me to the schools nurse. She cleaned me up and gave me a fresh diaper. Than she called my mum by phone and asked her to come. She asked me many questions but I was really shocked that now all kids in my class will know, that I mess and pee my pants, therefor I gave her no answers. The following years at school was really like hell and there has been many moments I wished to die!! Equal I was wet or not kids teased me and sometimes the hold me when I want to go to the toilet as long as I started peeing or messing and then the laughed about me and gave me bad names !! In the age of seven I got another sister and so we now where five kids. During this time my second brother and the older sister always where shamed to be my sister and brother because the do not want a Big baby-brother !! Only mum and the oldest brother always gave me a helping hand! He sometimes bathes me and changes my diapers! Have I said that primary-school was hell to me ? At this time I do not know what future will bring! Hell really started when I came to High-school! PART II Finishing the first four years of school, I spent three weeks of the two-month-holidays in a special bedwetting camp in Styria (where Schwarzenegger comes from). There were a lot of boys like me and no one teased me or gave me bad names. The youngest one was six and the oldest 16. Most of them only wet their bed, but ten boys between 8 and 14 also wet 24/7 like me. Tomas, Gerald, Harald, Peter, Johannes, Robert, Andreas, Karl and me were the only ones who also cum day and night. Gerald and Peter were twins in the age of 10. Their father died by an accident and since that time the started wetting and cumming again after a clean period of four years. We had a lot of fun there. Whenever we need a change, we only had to say it to the nurse. Then she bathed us and re-diapered us without any bad words. I liked it very much, because my parents are without any understanding and nurse Karin always hugged us during changing and in the evening she always kissed our front head goodnight. Days went by and so this beautiful time comes to end. We all were very sad and there have been more then one who cried big tears for leaving the camp and coming back to the hard reality of an not understanding family. So me too. I realized that I was now teased by my brother and sisters will start again and no one will hug me during changing my wet or messy diapers. And so it was. The first words of my older sister when I came home was: "Look our big baby is back. Now the bad accidents and stinky moments are starting again. Why don't you use toilets like others in your age your stupid big baby!" I started to cry and said silently that I DONT like to wet and cum but cant help it. But she was only laughing. Mother stopped this by a shout and took my head into her hands and gave me a kiss to my cheek. Then she filled in water in the bath and CARRIED me to the bathroom, always stroking my hair! What has happened? She has changed 180 degrees! She sat me on the changing-table at the bathroom and started to undress me. Than she opened my wet and cum diaper and put it away. She took some cleaning baby wipes and after cleaning she putted me into the warm bath. I felt very glad and held her head to gave her a big kiss. During bath mom said: "Dad and me had a lot of time to discuss your problem. We found out that no boy in your age really WILL wet and cum. We recognized that this is a really great problem to you. We will never punish you again and will try to give you more love. But there is a new problem for you. You know that you must start junior high in autumn and that have to stay there the whole week because its far from home to come every day. We talked to your teachers and the men who will watch you in the afternoon and during the night. He said that there may be a lot of teasing from the other kids. Try to be strong. There cant be any other solution than staying there the whole week." I had been very shocked about this message. All of the boys in the dorm will know about my diapers lately after few days !!! I started to cry and mom really hard tried to calm me down but cant do it. Great horror came over me! ...to be continued PART III In Junior-High The horrible day has come! The day, Greg is frightened more than devil or hell! The first day in the Junior-High- School. Mom packed the last clothes and his plastic pants in the great sports-bag. Greg is sitting on his bed and tears running down his cheeks. "Please Mummy," he whined, "don't send me there! I will be the clown for all the others! I'm sure, no other kid there is wearing diapers the whole days and nights. They will tease me like the kids in ground-school and laugh about me all the time!" His Mum sat down beneath him, take his hand and cuddle him during stroking his hair. "Oh baby, you know that there is no other chance for you to visit a Junior-High. And believe me, it is hard for me, too. Eleven years I had you all the time around me and can save you from the hard things life can bring. Now I have to work on. Please, dear, calm down and help your mummy to carry the things easier." She then packed his teddy, a lot of disposable and cloth diapers and some of his favorite books in an other bag and bring it downstairs. Coming back, she took Gregor by the hand, dried his tears and led him to the garage, where the car was waiting. Greg's Dad was coming, hugging him for a long time, stroked his hair and gave him a big kiss to his cheek. "C'mon, Buddy! Be my big boy and stop crying. To let you go is as hard for me and mum as it is for you. We love you, son! Yes we really love you so much!" Saying these words, Greg's daddy was turning around and leaving the garage for not let see the boy his own tears. After a trip of about 3 and a half hours they reached the grand court of the Junior-High-School. It was a great building and there are three different smaller ones. Mother stopped in front of the main-entrance and they go upstairs to the deacon's office. During the whole trip Greg was feeling a strong urge to pee and poop but there was no chance for a stop. Now the urge gets stronger and stronger. "Mum, I had to go very fast or I'll be wet and messy!" he said. But the deacon was coming out in this moment and begged him to hold it just for a few minutes. He only wanted a small talk with Gregor. "Mum, please. It is very hard to hold it. If I can't go now it will be....". He just stopped because the things went on and suddenly he got a red face. With a loud sound of pooping and sprinkling the whole mess and pee was loaded in his pants !! Mum didn't diaper him before leaving because the school-doctor also had to be visited and Gregor didn't want to let him know about his problem. The pee was running down his legs and started wetting the carpet in the director's office. The spot in front of Greg's pants was getting bigger and bigger, also the spot on the carpet and the load of mess let him stink very bad! Gregor started crying and his mother begged pardon to the deacon, took Greg's hand and left the office in a hurry to find the bathrooms. It took awhile and the kids passing Gregor started laughing and kidding about the wet and stinky boy. Crossing the great hall they found than the bathroom for boys. Mum pushed Greg inside, she locked the door and undressed her son. "Oh dear, I have told you to wear a diaper will be better. The doctor is surely a wise man and will not have laughed about you. But now it is no more a secret that you still wet and mess your panties! Come on, baby I will clean you up and diaper you." The boy was still crying and did not really recognize what his mother said or did. After diapering and dressing up, mum took her small boy and hugged him very long. Than she said: "It will be time to go back to the director's office. May be he is not too angry about the wet spot on his carpet. I will tell him what is the matter with you and beg him not to say anything to the other teachers and prefects." Gregor was still very frightened that the man in the office would punish him for wetting and messing and for the spot on the carpet. He would not go back to the office but straight to the car. But his mum held him at the hand and so he had to go with her. What will happen in the office? How will the other kids in his new class be? How long will it take, till they recognize his diapers and how will they react ? DON'T MISS THE NEXT PART - Coming soon !!!!