SUBMITTED BY JOHN
ORIGINALLY POSTED: 10/14/01

	I have been a bedwetter my whole life. I wore diapers 
until I was 6 then mom put a plastic sheet on my bed to 
control the wetting. This continued until I was 10, on my 
10th birthday mom told me after dinner that I still has 
another present coming. My 2 brothers laughed, so I was 
worried. I was told to go potty, and then report to my 
parents room.
	I did as instructed and when I got to moms room mom 
had a bag of toddler diapers, and the baby powder waiting. 
I cried that I was not a baby, and was rewarded with a 
pacifier being placed into my mouth. I was then diapered, 
and told to go kiss daddy and my big brothers good night. 
It wasn't till I got downstairs, that I realized mom called 
my younger brothers my big brothers. I kissed dad good 
night, and then mom told me it was bed time.
	I protested that I was 10, and Davy was 8 and Robert 
was 5, why should I go to bed first. Mom produced my paci 
from her house coat and announced that the baby was getting 
cranky, so she was right this new bedtime was needed. I 
cried myself to sleep for the first of many times.
	I was happy when I woke up in the morning, as I felt 
the dry bed, mommy then stuck her fingers inside the 
diaper, and announced that I was wet, but could eat 
breakfast before being changed. I couldn't believe that mom 
was going to make me eat in a very wet diaper, but she did. 
Davy and Robby were besides themselves, with laughter and 
mom finally threatened them if they did not stop.
	I was not a happy camper, but soon ate my cereal, and 
requested to leave the table, (This is a must even now at 
my parents house.) Mom told me, no as she did not want my 
diapers to leak on the furniture, and I should just sit 
there and she would change me as soon as she could.
	This continued for 2 months and then at Christmas, mom 
told me that they bought me a new mattress for my bed, I 
was surprised as dad always said I needed to grow up and 
stop wetting and then I would get a new bed. I soon found 
out they bought me a hospital mattress, with plastic cover 
all over. I cried again that night, and begged mom to 
return my old mattress.
	I then decided that two could play this game, and that 
night I messed my diapers, let mom deal with them in the 
morning, was my thoughts. I was made to eat breakfast 
before being changed, and by the time I had a rash that 
wouldn't stop. Mom laughed at me, as she changed me saying 
the big baby got a nice diaper rash, and it served me 
right. She took my messy diaper off, and made me bathe 
while she got some new baby things for me.
	I was taken to the back of the house and placed into 
the bathtub to get changed. I was then giving a bath, after 
which I was diapered as a punishment. I protested that I 
was not a daytime wetter, but Mom pointed out that, "babies 
who mess in their diapers must need them all day long." 
Boy, talk about having the tables turned, I was now forced 
wear diapers all day and this continued for the whole 
Christmas break.
	Christmas morning, I was made to open all my new baby 
stuff while still in my wet nighttime diapers, and I 
couldn't believe it, I was getting all toys and clothes for 
a big 2 yr. old. My brothers laughed at me, and Mom didn't 
even stop them. I got my first onesies, footed Pj's as well 
as outfits with snaps to make babies changes easier. Mom 
told me she found a hospital supply store that sold clothes 
for handicapped children, and I sure acted like I was one.
	The whole break I was babied 24/7 and the night before 
school was to start Mom told me if I had anymore poopy 
diapers or daytime accidents I would wear diapers and some 
of my new clothes to school. Needless to say, at that time, 
this scared me into no more poopy pants, and if I had a 
daytime accident, I hid it as well as a preteen could. 
Looking back I guess it might have been fun to be a big 
baby but I was a big scaredy-cat and I didn't want my 
friends to know.