Name: Martin S.
Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

It all started around potty training. I never got the knack for going 
in the toilet. So I wet my pants all the time and never was fully potty 
trained until before kindergarten. It was only during the day, at night 
or pretty much every time I closed my eyes I would wet my bed. My mom 
just kept me in diapers and never thought twice about it. I continued 
wetting and never had a dry night. Nap times at daycare weren't much 
fun since it involved nervously walking up to the teacher and then 
walking to the little kids area to have it put on. I once wasn't 
feeling well and didn't want to wake up from my nap so I continued to 
sleep past when the other kids woke up. They thought it was fun to pull 
my blankets off and pull my shorts down only to expose my very wet 
diaper. It was humiliating at the age of about 6. I cried and cried 
until the teacher took me to the sick room. Luckily I was all alone and 
no one could tease me. A big storm was forecasted for that day. I was 
really scared of storms then. (note: my story "The Storm" is based on 
my fears) Having been in a couple tornadoes it really scared the crap 
out of me. I was always really babyish even for a boy. I mean I dragged 
around a blanket...which I still do...I was happy to have it. I 
remember burying my face into the softness and crying. With every big 
rumble of thunder I would tremble with fear and then eventually wet my 
diaper beyond full. In the middle of the storm the teacher came to 
check on me, I was a mess(not only soaked through, but emotionally 
wrecked). I was crying and wet and on top of that I wasn't feeling 
well. The teacher brought me back to the baby room and changed me. She 
was one of the really nice ones so she held me and rocked me until I 
fell asleep. She put me down in the quiet area of the baby room so I 
couldn't hear the storm. I now wet at 15 and still wear diapers. That's 
my story!