Name: Jason

Unlike others at this site I don't wear diapers. I just wet my pants. 
This is all because of my father.

I was just about nighttime potty trained at four when it started. (My 
Mom had tried to potty train me earlier but I slept to soundly.) One 
night I was still mostly asleep when I got up and went to the bathroom. 
Instead of turning right when I got to the bathroom to pee in the 
toilet I turned left and peed in the open closet. My father's boots and 
clothes were in there (he usually got up early and got dressed in the 
bathroom so not to wake Mom). He found me peeing on his clothes. I woke 
up to him beating me with his belt and yelling at me to not pee in here 
again. (I didn't know what I had done.) I was terrified.

The next night I got up still mostly asleep and walked into the 
bathroom. I guess my father was watching and saw me turn the wrong way 
again. Again he beat me with his belt and said, "Don't you pee in here 
ever again!!!" He meant the closet, but I thought he meant the 
bathroom. I went back to bed in tears, still having to pee. That night 
I wet the bed for the first time in more than six months. Despite my 
Mom's pleading, my father beat me again the next morning for wetting 
the bed.

My father was a truck driver so he was gone the entire following week. 
But the damage was already done. I was terrified to go to the bathroom 
at night, and wetting the bed wasn't much better. Each night that week 
my Mom found me mostly asleep, standing in the hall peeing in my 
pajamas or already standing in a puddle. She would change me into 
underwear and send me back to bed. That Saturday night dad was home and 
found me standing in the hallway peeing my pajamas. He grabbed me, 
pulled me into the bathroom, and started to beat me again. "I'll teach 
you not to pee in your pants." All I remember was getting beaten with 
he belt again in the bathroom. A few more nights like that and I guess 
I was set forever. No matter what my parents did, I was too scared to 
walk into the bathroom at night (and I still hate them during the day 
too). From then on I would often wet the bed. If I didn't wet the bed I 
would get up, stand in the middle of my room (still mostly asleep) and 
pee in my pajamas. If Mom found me she would change me into underwear. 
If not, I would crawl back to bed in my wet pajamas. If my father found 
out, I would get beat, so Mom tried to hide the wetting, and tell me it 
was OK, because she would not tell him.

Even now, since I left home I cannot go into the bathroom at night. 
Instead, I put a bath towel on the floor near my bed with a plastic bag 
underneath it. I have a plastic sheet on the bed, and I wear two pair 
of boxer briefs and a tee shirt to sleep. Sometimes I still wet the 
bed, but mostly I end up getting up, still asleep, and stand there, wet 
my underwear and crawl back to bed. I do this without even knowing it, 
until I wake up wet the next morning. I'm pretty used to it by now, and 
like the feel of waking up wet.

Jason