Name: Steve Age: 5 My name is Steve, I am 13 and a bedwetter. I have been home sick with the measles for the last 10 days, so I started writing true stories about some of the things that have happened to me over the last 2 days. I hope anyone that reads my stories likes them. This morning I went back to see the doctor and he asked if I still had wet night nights, and how often. I wear Pull-Ups at night, and I don't wet the bed every night, but 3 or 4 times a week. I stopped wearing diapers when I was 4 or 5 years old and started wearing Pull-Ups during the day when I went to kindergarten and at night. I am not sure if I was 4 or 5, but one weekend we went camping in a motor home. My dad, mom, and brother all went on the trip. This was the first time I remember going fishing. I remember having a fun and catching fish. It is the youngest age I remember wearing a diaper. I kind of remember some of this because we went out on a boat fishing one day. I remember getting mad that fish weren't biting and I threw my fishing pole in the water. My dad reach down and grabbed it before it sank to the bottom of the lake. I must have been close to 5 then. Anyway, I remember wearing diapers on the camping trip and not using Pull-Ups until later. Age: 7 When I was 7 I went into the hospital for 3 days to have my tonsils taken out. I went there in the morning, they took some blood and had me get into bed. My parents had put a few thing in a bag that I took with me like pajamas, underwear, and a few toys. The room I went into had a TV, and there was another guy about my age in the bed next to me. My parents were there until about noon or so, but after they brought us lunch my parents left until that night. That afternoon a nurse came by pushing a cart and stopped at my bed first. She asked how I was doing and if I needed anything. As she was talking, she pulled the curtain close around my bed and told me she need me to roll over on my stomach so she could take my temperature. I forgot how she said it, but she explained where she needed to take it my temperature. Anyway, I removed the sheet and blanket that was over me, rolled over on my stomach. She pulled down my pajamas and underwear and then put the thermometer in my butt. When she finished, she put some kind of cream of something in my butt. not on it, in it! As she was doing this she asked me if I like to play cowboys and Indians. She asked if I wore a hat and gun when I played with my friends. She then told me she had some special Indian pants for me to wear. I remember this because I had never worn any Indian pants before. As I remained face down lying on the bed with my pajamas and underwear down to my knees, she pulled them off all the way. The next thing I remember was her putting these "Indian pants" over my butt with tie strings on each side. I didn't know or understand it then, but she had just put a white cloth diaper on me with tie strings on each side. After she finished, she put my pajamas and underwear in my bag with the other things I had. I thought wearing Indian pants was cool. She then went and did the same thing to the kid in the bed next to me. That afternoon I continued to talk and watched TV. The rails were up on my bed, so when I later needed to use the bathroom, I pushed the button and the nurse came in the room and took the rail down so I could use the bathroom. She went in there with me to remove the Indian pants so I could take a leak. After she tied the pants back on and I went back to bed. About dinner time, my parents came back and I saw my mom talking to the nurse, but I could not hear what was being said. While my parents were still there the nurse brought in a disposable bed protector. The nurse had me get out of bed and placed the protector on top of the sheet. When I got out of bed the nurse was standing there with my mom and dad. My mom saw the diaper I was wearing and said something. I got upset and told her that I was not wearing a diaper, these were Indian pants. The nurse helped me back into bed and nothing more was said about the Indian pants. My parents stayed for a while, and said they would be back the next morning. When it got to be about 8:00 PM, the nurse came back in the room and told me and my new friend next to me that it was time for bed and she was going to turn of the TV and lights. I was worried about being a bedwetter, as I was still wearing my Indian pants. As the nurse came over to me, she said lets go use the bathroom now before I turn off the lights. She took down the bed rail, and into the bathroom we went. After I finished taking a leak, I told her I have accidents at night. She said that is not a problem, just push the button if you have a accident or need help. I went back to bed wearing only my pajama top and Indian pants. I am not sure what time it was but it was late. The room was semi-dark because there was a night light on in the room and the double doors to the room were open. My bed was the closest to the door and I could see the hallway light on. I had wet the Indian pants and I needed to do the other. I reached for the button and push on it. nothing happened. The bed protector worked, the sheets were dry and not wet. I did not like laying in the wet bed protector, wet pajama top, and wet Indian pants. This did not feel good. I pushed the button a few more times but nothing happened. I look for someone walking down the hallway outside the door that I could yell to. I didn't see anyone. I sat up in bed, and waited for someone to walk down the hallway I could yell to. I'm not sure how long I waited, but the longer I waited, the more I need to go poop. Finally I could not hold it any longer, I let it go. I pooped in my wet Indian pants. I remember crying and being scared. I was still sitting up in bed when a nurse walk down the hallway I could see. I yelled to her to help me. she came in the room and asked what was wrong. I told her about the wet pants, and other. She lowered the rail to my bed and removed the sheet and blanket. I stood up and we went into the bathroom where she turned on the light and closed the door. She cleaned me up, replaced the bed protector and got me another pair of Indian pants to wear. I was not given anything to eat the next morning. Sometime about 10 or so, I got a shot, and that is all I remember about that day until that night. I had had my tonsils removed and I was not feeling good. I am not sure what time it was but it was dark outside, the bed I was in this time was next to a window. I was just waking up and felt like I was going to be sick. As I sat up in the bed, the Indian pants I was wearing were wet. This time the sheets were, too. There was a nurse in the room, as I sat up in bed, I knew I was going to be sick. I started to get sick and the nurse brought a container for me to use. When I finished, I did not feel good, and I did not feel like talking. I pulled the blanket back on my bed and the nurse saw the wet bed. She lowered the rail to the bed, removed my wet pajama top and Indian pants. She put a dry pair of Indian pants on me, and moved me to another bed. Once I was in the other bed, she removed the wet sheets and bedding from the bed I was in. On the morning of the 3rd day, I remember waking up with my parents being there, but I don't remember more than that. On the morning of the 4th day, I was still feeling bad, but before I went home, I remember the nurse and my mom taking off the Indian pants and putting me in a disposable diaper before I left the hospital. Once we got home, I went to bed again wearing the diaper over my pajamas. I remember this, I knew this was a diaper but I felt so bad I was not going to do anything about it. Within a few days, I was back to wearing the Pull-ups at night. I have always been a bedwetter. Sometimes I wear the Pull-ups under my clothes. I think that's cool. Age: 10 Three years ago my brother, who is one year younger then me, my mom and dad went on vacation to the Grand Canyon in Arizona. We live in California and started driving early on a Saturday morning. I think it was still dark outside when we got up that morning. I was 10 and my brother was 9. That morning my mom had both my brother and me wearing the Pull-Ups I wear at night. My brother is not a bedwetter, but sometimes we both had accidents. not many, but sometimes. That morning we both had to get dressed wearing a Pull-Up. We had the van then, and my brother and I were in the middle seats. Dad had taken out the third row of seats to put all the stuff in the van. After we were driving for awhile both my brother and I went to sleep. I don't remember how long I was sleeping but when I woke up, my pants were a little wet. After a few minutes my brother woke up and saw my pants. Right away he told mom that my pants were wet. Mom looked back at me from the front seat and saw the wet spot in my pants. She didn't say anything, but turned around an looked at dad. He just keep driving. About noon, we stopped for lunch at McDonalds. We got off the freeway, and pulled into a parking lot. The spot on my pants had gotten a bigger. We opened up the doors, and mom said she needed to get my clothes out of the back of the van. The van was packed full, dad took some boxes and suitcases and got the suitcase that was mine out. Mom opened the case and took out another pair of pants. I forgot what she said but she forgot to bring my Pull-Ups with us. She gave me the pants to put on so I went in the van took my old pants and wet Pull-Up off and put on some underwear and pants she had given me. After that we went inside McDonalds and had lunch. Before we left mom told my brother and I to use the bathroom. We left and went back to the van and dad stopped for gas. Mom told dad to stop at the first store he sees. There was not much around the place we had stop for lunch so dad went back on the freeway and started driving. A few minutes latter we came to a town. We were driving along the freeway when I think mom said get off on the next exit. About the time she said that I saw the sign of a grocery store. We got off at the next exit and drove into the parking lot. Mom opened her door and said this will just take a minute. She got out and dad drove over to a parking place and parked. A few minutes later mom came back to the van with a bag. I knew what she went there to buy. She came over to the side door and opened it. she asked my brother to step out for a few minutes. Dad opened his door and got out of the van. As mom entered the van where I was sitting, I could see she bought a bag of diapers. I told her I was not going to wear those. I asked about the Pull-Ups. She said they were out of my size and these were the only ones that would fit. I remember very well, I was crying as she was trying to take my pants and underwear off. I was not helping. I was kind of standing up in the van as she gave me hit on the butt. She pulled my shoes off and then my pants and underwear. As I stood there crying she took a diaper out of the package and put it on me. still crying she helped me put my pants back on and then took the package of diapers and but them in the back of the van. I didn't see my dad and brother there, they went for a walk. A few minutes latter they were back and we started driving back to the freeway. I didn't talk much for a few hours. My brother asked me later if I was wearing a diaper and I told him to shut up. I finished that day wearing a diaper. When we got to the cabin we rented for a week, we unloaded the van and the next day mom went to the store and got a package of Pull-Ups for me to wear at night. We had a great time there and I remember having a lot of fun. After we had been there a few days, my brother and I were outside playing around and I had a little accident. I was in the afternoon and my brother saw my pants wet. He asked me about and I think I said they will dry off. We kept playing around when I saw he wet his pants big time. I knew we were both going to get caught then. We kept playing, and a little while later mom came outside the cabin and noticed our pants. Dad didn't say much but mom was mad. we both got a smack on the butt and had to wear a diaper the rest of the day. I'm not sure why but after dinner I wet and pooped in my diaper. When mom found out, I told her it was an accident. I got it again, and had to go to bed early and wear a diaper that night. I am a bed wetter, and I use Pull-Ups at night. I liked the diaper I wore, but have not told anyone until now. I guess that is the reason I like to come to this website. After our vacation I did not wear another diaper until last summer. I think wearing a diaper is cool and I wish I could wear one all the time now. Age: 11 A few years ago my mom took my brother and I to the beach one day. I was 11 and my brother was 10. we were having fun in the sand and water using a blow-up raft we took with us. I have been a bedwetter and use Pull-Ups at night. About noon, I need to go to the bathroom, I asked mom about it and she said just to go out in the water and wet my swimsuit. No one would know. So, my brother and I went into the water and peed our swimsuits. Everything was going along fine until that afternoon when I needed to go poop. at first I thought I could wait until we got home but I could tell I needed to go soon. My brother went on having fun and I never said anything. Anyway, I was wearing underwear under my swimsuit and let it go. I was wearing a dark red swimsuit and I didn't think it would show. it did! My brother and I were in the sand just playing around, and my brother asked if I messed myself. I felt a little scared for some reason, but told him I needed to go bad. He asked me why I was going to do when mom found out. I told him I was going to say I had an accident. He didn't say anything and a few minutes latter he did the same. I saw him pee his swim suit and look at him when he said, "I just did it, too." We both continued to play around in the sand until it was time to go. Mom said, "get your stuff, we need to go now," so we both got our stuff and started walking back to the car. As we walked back to the car, mom noticed the back of our swimsuits. She asked both of us about it as we reached the car. I could tell she was mad. She put towels on the seat before we got in and didn't say much except tell us to sit on the towels. On the way back home she said if we needed to we should have said something. She also told my brother and I the next time we go to the beach, "you both are going to wear a Pull-Up." Once we got home my brother and I took a shower and got cleaned up. Mom made both of us wear a Pull-Up for rest of the day. no big deal to me, I wore one at night any way and still do. Age: 12 Last summer my younger brother and I went to stay with our aunt and uncle for a week. Our cousins are 3 girls and one boy who is also my age. At times my brother and I have stayed the weekend at my aunt and uncle's before. They knew I was a bedwetter so this was nothing new. While my brother and I stayed there we shared a room with my cousin. He was my age and not a bedwetter. On the 2nd, or 3rd morning I woke up, my pajamas and sheets were wet. The Pull-Up was soaked. usually the Pull-Up is just wet, but this time is was soaked and so were my pajamas. My brother was awake, but had not gotten up yet. My cousin was still sleeping. After lying there, I decided I better get up I try to get dressed before anyone could see me in my wet pajamas. My brother is pretty good about not saying anything, but I knew my cousin would bother me about it. I got my clothes and headed for the bathroom. No one saw me. After I got changed, I was heading back to the room and I could hear my brother and cousin talking. When I open the door to go in and my aunt was standing there taking the sheets off my bed. Under the bottom sheet was a plastic mattress cover that had been on the bed before when I stayed the weekend. I thought I was going to die as my aunt as removed the wet sheets from the bed. My cousin said something, but I was talking to my aunt so I didn't pay any attention to him. She looked at the pajamas in my arms, and held out her hands to collect the wet pajamas I had been wearing. The only thing she said as she started to walk away with wet sheets, and pajamas was breakfast would be ready in a few minutes. She didn't know it then, but the wet Pull-Up was still in my pajamas she was carrying. As everyone gather at the table for breakfast, my brother didn't say much, but I thought my cousins were never going to stop with all the jokes. Even my uncle was making jokes. Finally, my aunt said, "lets talk about what we are going to do today." She changed the subject and I was glad to hear it. Later that morning my aunt caught me with no one else around and ask if I used the bathroom at night. I told her it didn't do any good, I almost always woke up wet even using the bathroom during the night if I woke up at all. She asked me about the Pull-Up. She wanted to know if the sheets were usually wet when I got up. I told her no and the Pull- Up usually work at night without the sheets getting wet. Later that day I went into the bedroom where I had been staying, and noticed the suitcase I brought had been moved. I had taken out most of my clothes, but that was where I was keeping the bag of Pull-Ups. I don't know why, but I opened the suitcase and the Pull-Ups were gone. I thought maybe my cousin was playing another joke and had taken them out and put them somewhere. I later asked my brother if he had gotten into my suitcase and he said no. This was a joke I didn't like. I decided to wait and not say anything to my cousin. After dinner we watched TV for a while and played pool until about 9 O'clock. My aunt told us the girls had finished in the bathroom and it was our turn to take a shower. She told my cousin to go first, and then my brother, and then me. As my cousin went upstairs, I followed him up the stars. When we go into the bedroom, I asked him about the missing Pull-Ups. He said he did not take them but he saw his mother in my suitcase. I went back downstairs, and saw my aunt in the kitchen. I went in and ask her about the Pull-Ups that were missing. She said, she got me a different brand that would not leak. She told me she would get them for me after I finished taking a shower and she also had washed my pajamas. After a few minutes my brother when up stairs to take a shower, and my cousin came down and watch TV with me. I heard my aunt upstairs talking to my brother and getting him a towel form the closet. After a while, my aunt called for me and said it was my turn. I went up stairs and as I walked down the hallway, my aunt handed me a towel from the closet. I went into the bathroom and took my shower. When I finished, I wrapped the towel around me pick up my clothes and opened the door of the bathroom. I walked into the bedroom and put my clothes in a dirty clothes sack. There was a knock on bedroom door, and the door opened, it was my aunt. She said, "come with me, I have you clean pajamas," so I followed her with the towel around me into her bedroom. On the bed were my pajamas. She closed the door and said, "I want you to try something different tonight." She opened her closet door and a sack of diapers were on the floor of the closet. I may have a bedwetting problem, but I do not like being treated like a baby. This happened last summer and I was 12! Not 2. I was angry, and she knew it. I told her I was not going to wear those, and my Pull-Ups were good. After we talked for a while, I agreed to try one out for the night if no one knew I was using it. She agreed and opened the package and took one out. She left the room and I put it on. Then I put my pajamas on. When I opened the door she was standing there. She said something like, "let's see." She pulled down the bottoms of my pajamas and redid the tape on each side. They felt something like the Pull-Ups, and you could not see from looking at my pajamas that is was any different. I finished the week at my aunt and uncle's wearing these diapers at night. I never had any wet sheets again and no one ever found out that I was wearing a diaper at night.