Name: Joey Jamison
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
Current Age: 26


I'm 26 now but I guess my story started a long time ago and is like a 
lot of others here. I had been toilet trained somewhat late, (at age 5) 
for daytime but still had occasional nighttime wetting accidents (3 or 
4 a month) until I was 7½, and then the problem started getting much 
worse. When it turned into a 4 or 5 times a week thing, my mother 
decided that was enough and I was carted off to the doctor's for an 
examination. It disclosed nothing wrong except that I was a bedwetting 
kid and would probably grow out of it sooner or later. I didn't know 
then it would be later. I was made to have rubber sheets on my bed 
anyhow, but just a few days later, my mother informed me that she was 
tired of changing my wet bedding and pajamas every morning and I was 
not getting any better, so I was going to be put back in diapers at 
night until I stopped. At first, I didn't know quite how to react. I 
have always been fascinated with diapers. When we would have friends 
over and they had smaller children with them, I would always love 
standing nearby and watching them get changed. It was just so exciting 
to see this happen, looking intently as the mothers would take down 
their infant's pants, remove the soiled or wet diaper and put a clean 
one on them. I remember thinking sometimes that I wished it was me. But 
suddenly, I had to endure the consummate disgrace for a kid: I WAS A 
BEDWETTER!!! In any event, at age 7½, there's not much you can do 
except to go along with it. Even though I had been fascinated with 
diapers, I wasn't ready for this because I felt that being forced back 
into them due to bedwetting was a huge comedown. I wasn't bedwetting on 
purpose. My mother was not an advocate of disposable diapers. She 
thought they were unreasonably expensive and wasteful, so I spent my 
first 5 years in traditional cloth and rubber pants. At age 5, I was 
still day wetting and she decided to take steps to get me toilet 
trained on my own so I could begin kindergarten. For the proceeding 4 
weeks before school began, during the day, I was taken to the bathroom 
on an hourly basis, diapers and pants pulled down and then made to sit 
on the toilet for 5 minutes, whether anything came out or not. After 
about 1 week of this, I finally began to get the message and started to 
tell her when I needed to go. A few days later, she moved me into 
training pants and 2 weeks after that, I began kindergarten with no 
real incidents or problems. I was still nowhere near being dry at night 
and wore diapers at bedtime for another year.

I can still vividly remember the first night. Thinking I might make a 
big fuss, my dad was in my room at bedtime to assist. When they called 
me into the room to get ready for bed, mom was sitting on my bed, 
holding a cloth diaper and pins along with a pair of white plastic 
pants. My dad then told me that he used to wet his bed too when he was 
my age and that did help a little. Mom made me get undressed, including 
my underpants, and lifted me up onto the bed. I recall not being in the 
best of moods. She told me to lay down and then lift myself up, and 
when I did, she slipped the diaper under me and then pulled it up 
between my legs and pinned it into place. Next came the plastic pants. 
She slipped them over my feet and legs and pulled them up over my 
diaper. I remember asking her that if I had to wear diapers and pants 
to bed, did I really have to have rubber sheets too and she said yes 
because if the plastic pants leak, she didn't want me ruining the 
mattress. I then got my PJs put on and was tucked in. After the 2 of 
them kissed me goodnight, they told me I was not being punished and as 
soon as I stopped wetting, they would take the diapers off me and not 
to worry about it, no one else was going to know. They turned off the 
light, but I remember laying there in the dark, clutching my favorite 
stuffed rabbit doll, almost crying and thinking: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I 
JUST GOT PUT BACK IN DIAPERS!

The following morning, mom woke me up and I remember, although I was 
almost crying the night before, I did get a good night's sleep. I had 
wet again during the night and the diapers were soaked, but they 
worked. I remember her saying that she was happy because at least I 
didn't wet my bed. The next night was a bit easier as I knew what was 
going to happen and within only a few days, I had accepted the 
situation. My diapers were now consistently wet almost every morning. 
Over the next few months, I would also feel better at night because I 
knew the sheets and blankets wouldn't be drenched when I woke up. It's 
not easy for a bedwetting kid. I remember a few times waking up at 3 or 
4 in the morning, peeing like crazy and being totally unable to stop 
until my bladder had completely emptied. I guess not being fully awake 
might be the cause, but it was then I was very glad to be wearing 
rubber pants. Other times, I would wake maybe 15 minutes before mom 
would get me up for school anyhow and didn't feel like getting her up 
to take down the diapers (I was told to do this. If I awoke and needed 
to go to the bathroom, I was supposed to get mom or dad to help). 
Instead, most of the time, it was easier to just fill the diaper. When 
mom came in to get me up and change me, my pants were soaked. But since 
this is what she was expecting to see anyway and the bedding was 
otherwise dry, I got away with it. She didn't know I had wet on 
purpose. I must have done it 100 times!

Part 2

We lived in 2 different apartments in central New Jersey until I was 9 
years old and then dad got transferred and we moved into a house in 
Bergen County. In the second apartment, (ages 6-9) which was actually a 
condo, we had neighbors across the street who we got to know fairly 
well. Janice Brewer was divorced and had 2 boys. Billy was my age and 
there was a younger brother, Greggie who was about 3 months old when we 
met them. Although Billy and I were good friends and played together 
all the time, he was a little strange with some of the things he did 
and could be unbelievably babyish and immature. Once, he grabbed his 
brother's bottle from him and began drinking from it himself. Another 
time, I saw him take Greg's pacifier directly from his mouth and 
started chewing on it. On yet another occasion, Billy and I were 
playing outside when he suddenly jumped up, yelled "oops" and quickly 
ran inside. As he was running, I could see that he had just wet his 
pants. And unknown to me at the time, Billy also wet his bed and was 
diapered at night (just like me) to keep him from peeing his sheets and 
ruining the mattress. Mom and I found out about it one day. We were 
over their place in the living room as Janice was grabbing a big load 
of clean laundry from the dryer. When she walked through the living 
room, a pair of large plastic pants fell from the heap of clothes she 
was carrying, onto the floor and mom picked them up. They were much too 
big to be Greggie's and mom asked Janice if she had a bedwetting kid 
too. Janice said "Yes, they're Billy's and he's never had a dry night 
in his life". Mom had been fairly good at keeping my bedwetting a 
secret, but since Janice had just told about Billy, she gave her all 
the soggy details about me. I was pretending to be watching TV, but 
then got red faced. I remember mom asking where she got Billy's 
diapers. Janice said she had diaper service mostly for Greggie, but 
they could get any size you needed. When I was put back into diapers 
for bedwetting, I was actually wearing large baby stuff and even though 
it fit fairly well at the time, (I was small for my age) it was 
starting to get a bit tight. A few days later, Janice called over to 
our place to tell mom the man from the diaper service was there. She 
went over to talk to him and he came back a few days later with about 2 
dozen larger cloth diapers and 10 pairs of big kids plastic pants for 
me. I remember seeing him at the front door handing mom all the stuff 
and then he looked at me like he was thinking "Well, I guess he's 
another one".

Due to my bedwetting problem, I never did much in the way of 
sleepovers, but one Saturday, mom asked if I wanted to do one with 
Billy. She and dad were going out for the evening and said Janice would 
baby-sit for me. She said that since Billy and I both wore diapers at 
night (along with Greggie), neither of us should be embarrassed and I 
could stay the night at their place. I had never actually seen Billy in 
diapers, but since his mom said he wore them too, I wasn't so afraid. I 
think we were both 8 or 9 at the time. Half an hour before leaving, mom 
called me into my bedroom and told me that she was going to
put my diapers on me now and after making me go to the bathroom, had me 
get undressed. As she finished pinning me, she asked if I wanted my 
rubber pants on now or later, if later, Janice would put them on me. I 
said now was OK, so I was put in them. She told me that if I needed to 
go to the bathroom before bedtime, to tell Janice and she would take my 
diapers down. She also told me that although Janice would have extra 
underwear for me, not to wet the diapers before bed. When I didn't 
reply, she got more stern with me: "Don't wet your pants before bed!". 
She put my PJs on me along with my shoes and we went across the street. 
She handed Janice the bag with my extra night clothes, but said I 
probably wouldn't need them as I usually just sleep through and then 
she kissed me and left for the night. Billy saw me and was staring at 
my PJs like he knew I already had diapers on. It wasn't hard to tell, 
they really made my PJs stick out and the plastic pants made noise when 
I walked and the elastic band was visible. He asked if I wanted to see 
his bedroom and I said OK, so we went in there. He pointed at his bed 
(which was much bigger than mine) and said, "It's got rubber sheets on 
it" and I told him mine did, too. Janice came into the room with my 
extra stuff and Billy said, "Joey wants to see the rubber sheets." I 
really hadn't said that, but Janice lifted up the regular bed sheet 
anyhow to show me a big vinyl plastic sheet covering the entire 
mattress. Billy asked to have his diapers on now too, so Janice made 
him get up on the bed and I just watched, almost totally stunned that I 
was not the only kid in the world who wet his bed. She began taking off 
his clothes and then got a cloth diaper from the chest of drawers. As 
she was removing his underpants, I could see that Billy had an 
erection. I had never seen another boy with an erection before (I had 
some myself and didn't know why it would do that), but Billy's penis 
was standing straight up and he was giggling like he was really 
enjoying what was going on. Janice just seemed to ignore it and pinned 
the diaper on him. Then she put him in a pair of rubber pants along 
with his PJs. I was shocked at what happened next. She asked him if he 
wanted his Binky and he said, "Yes" and she went over to another 
drawer, opened it and took out a pacifier and poked it into his mouth. 
Then she asked me if I wanted one, too. I didn't know what to say. I 
used to have one and liked it, but mom threw it out when I was about 6. 
I was a bit reluctant, but said yes and Janice reached back into the 
drawer, took out another and put it into my mouth. I just couldn't 
believe it, two 8 (almost 9) year old bedwetting boys, both in diapers 
and pants, chewing on pacifiers.

I guess that because I was an only kid, it made seeing things for the 
first time all that much more strange but Billy and I were playing on 
the floor when Janice left the room and returned with Greggie a few 
minutes later. He was around 2 years old at the time. She sat down on 
the bed and as we watched, she removed her blouse and then took off her 
bra and let Greggie suckle her for about 10 minutes. I had never seen a 
baby nursing before. She finally put Greggie back in his crib and 
returned still topless to Billy's room. Billy came over to her and 
asked "Mommy, can I drink?" and Janice said yes and she sat down on the 
bed again. Billy leaned over and while he was standing up, started 
suckling her breasts for around 5 minutes as she hugged him. I just 
stood there beside myself, not knowing what to think. She then put her 
clothes back on and left the room. Around 10 PM, she returned and 
tucked us in for the night. Billy and I were sleeping in the same bed 
as it was fairly large and had waterproof sheeting on it. Just a few 
minutes after turning off the light, Billy rolled over and said "Hey 
Joey, guess what?" I said "What?" and he suddenly began kissing me. It 
was really weird. I told him to stop, but just them, Janice heard us 
making noise and came in the room, told us to go to sleep and then 
left.

We woke up the next morning at around 9 AM. Billy got up first and 
jumped out of bed. Before I did, I first ran my hand over my PJs to 
feel my plastic pants and knew right away I had wet. Billy took off his 
pajama bottoms, but I could see through his plastic pants and he was 
dry. He apparently needed to go to the bathroom, but was too lazy to 
get his mom to help. As I mentioned, he could really be babyish at 
times. He said "Hey Joey, look at me!" While I was looking at him, he 
started peeing into the diaper and completely soaked it and was once 
again laughing about it. Shortly, his mom came into the room and told 
us it was time to get up. She asked if we were wet and both of us 
answered yes. She then started to change Billy, seeing his wet diaper, 
not knowing he went through the entire night dry, but instead peed his 
pants on purpose after he had gotten up. She made him lie down on a 
changing pad, took off his wet rubber pants and diaper and then put 
them into the pail. After wiping him off, she put a pair of white 
cotton training pants on him, instead of his regular underpants. She 
brought Greggie in next and put him down on the pad as I watched 
intently. Greggie was wearing Pampers and his diaper was wet and dirty 
and he needed a real cleanup. He also stunk really bad. I was next. 
Janice opened the bag of extra clothes, but then noticed that mom had 
forgotten to put my daytime underwear in it. Janice said the only thing 
she could do was to just change my wet diaper with a dry one and said 
to lie down on the pad. I did and she asked if I was dirty. I told her 
no and she pulled down my PJ bottoms along with the rubber pants. She 
unpinned the wet diaper and told me to lift up. When I did, she pulled 
off the wet one and replaced it with a dry one, pinned it in place and 
then pulled my rubber pants back up along with the PJ bottoms. She put 
my wet diaper into a plastic bag and then into the extra clothes bag. 
About 20 minutes later, mom came over and took me home. While 
undressing me back in my room, she noticed my diaper was dry and I told 
her that Janice had just changed me.

Another time, dad was out of town on a business trip. Mom and Janice 
decided to go out for the evening to a movie and they got us a baby 
sitter, a teenage girl named Donna who lived nearby. We went over to 
the Brewer's place (with me already in diapers and PJs) just as Donna 
was arriving. Before leaving, I remember Janice telling her that Billy 
and I still wet at night, but we both wore diapers and already had them 
on. She had just changed Greggie, but said to be sure and check all 3 
of us before bedtime. I was always embarrassed beyond words when anyone 
else found out about my bedwetting, but Billy was romping around the 
living room in just a T-shirt and socks, a diaper and a pair of plastic 
pants, not caring at all who might see him. Mom and Janice then left 
and we went into the living room to watch TV. After a little while, 
there was suddenly a very bad smell present and attention immediately 
turned to Greggie. Billy quickly said, "I think Greggie just pooped." 
Donna went over and picked him up and then took him to his room as 
Billy and I closely followed. I knew I was probably going to get to see 
another diaper change and despite the fact that I was also wearing one 
at the moment, relished the thought. Donna put Greggie down on the 
changing table and started undressing him. I just stood there, totally 
captivated and enthralled. As she opened his diaper, Greggie started 
peeing and she had to quickly pull it back in place to keep him from 
spraying all over the room. She asked Billy where his mom kept the 
diapers and Billy quickly got her a clean one. Greggie had really let 
go and filled his pants. Donna was busy for the next 10 minutes mopping 
up his BM. Once again the room really stunk. She finally got the clean 
diaper on him, dressed him and we returned to watch TV. At 9:30, we got 
chased off to bed. Donna put Greggie in his crib and Billy and I went 
into his room. I climbed into bed, but Donna then came in and told me 
to pull down my PJs. She put her hand down my diaper to check it, but I 
was dry. I looked over at Billy and could see through his plastic pants 
and once again, he had peed in them before bedtime. I had done that 
once before at home and mom got mad at me for it. Donna remarked what a 
couple of big babies she thought we were. She just couldn't believe 
that 2 boys our ages still wet their beds and needed diapers at night. 
She told Billy to lie down, took down his rubber pants and removed his 
wet diaper. Just like the last time, I could see that he had a real 
boner and was giggling the whole time. Donna gave him a disgruntled 
look and quickly pinned a dry diaper on him. I think he really enjoyed 
wetting. When she finished diapering him, she told us both to go to 
sleep and then turned off the light.

After we had moved to northern New Jersey, the Brewers came to see us a 
couple times for day visits, but I remember around Christmas one year, 
mom said she got a card from Janice. She had remarried and moved to 
Pittsburgh with the boys and we never did see them again.

Part 3

As I mentioned, I was always humiliated beyond words when others found 
out about my bedwetting and diapers. Most of the time, I was able to 
conceal it, but for as long I wore them, it was inevitable that sooner 
or later someone else would find out and I can vividly recall several 
incidents when other people discovered my secret.

CAUGHT!: The Davis kids

Soon after I turned 9, we moved from the condo to a house in northern 
New Jersey. We had some neighbors who lived behind us, the Davis family 
and they had 2 boys, Barry and Bobby. Barry was around 16 and Bobby 
about 12. We didn't have a dryer at the time so after washing my bed 
clothes, mom used them hang out on the line to dry. I never really 
thought much about it, except one day I was playing in the back yard. 
Barry and Bobby were in their yard (which was directly behind ours) and 
I went over to talk to them. Barry always seemed to be a smart ass 
anyhow, and when they saw all my stuff hanging on the line, he asked me 
if I had any brothers or sisters. I told them no, I was an only kid. 
Barry then wanted to know how come, if I was an only kid, there were 
diapers and rubber pants hanging on our clothesline. OH, NO! I was 
caught! Suddenly, they knew my secret. There was no one else to blame 
it on and I quickly turned beet red and just walked away almost crying. 
A few months later, I was walking down their street and they were both 
standing in the driveway talking with another kid who was sitting on a 
bicycle. I was on the other side of the street as I went by their 
house, but Barry saw me, turned to the other kid and said something to 
him. Suddenly, all 3 of them looked in my direction and started 
laughing. Even though I couldn't hear what was said, I think Barry had 
just blabbed about me.

CAUGHT!: My cousin Davey sees me in diapers

When I was about 10, we were over my aunt and uncle's place one Sunday 
afternoon and we usually stayed late. I have 2 cousins, Davey who was 
12 at the time and his sister Kitty who was 9. It was late and we were 
getting ready to leave. Mom had brought my bed clothes along (diapers 
included) in a brown bag because we lived about an hour away and I 
would usually fall asleep in the car during the ride home. Mom went out 
to the car to get my stuff and when she returned, she asked my aunt if 
we could use one of the bedrooms to put my PJs on me and my aunt said 
it was OK to use Davey's. We went in and closed the door. She had me 
take off all my clothes and then pinned my diaper on me. She handed me 
my rubber pants and as I was stepping into them, Davey just suddenly 
walked into the room, and there I was, standing there, wearing nothing 
but a diaper and a pair of rubber pants. He stood there for a few 
seconds, totally stunned I think, said "sorry" and left as fast as he 
came in. Once again, I turned as red as a beet in my total 
embarrassment just as my aunt walked by. She knew about my bedwetting, 
saw what had just happened and told us she would talk to Davey and make 
sure he didn't tell anyone else about it. The next time we were there 
though, he gave me some really strange looks.

CAUGHT!: The Richardsons

I think I was also around 10 and remember it being summer time. Because 
it was warmer, I slept in just a diaper, pants and a T-shirt. One 
morning, I woke up a little later than normal. I was wet (as usual) and 
went downstairs to get mom to help change me. I didn't know that 2 of 
our neighbors, Mr. & Mrs. Richardson were also in the house and as I 
ran into the kitchen, I suddenly saw mom and them sitting at the table. 
They turned and looked at me standing there in a wet diaper and plastic 
pants and I don't know who was more surprised to see who. Once again, I 
turned red with embarrassment and quickly ran back upstairs to hide 
until they left.

CAUGHT!: The baby sitter

I was around 11 and Mom and dad were going out again one night, so they 
got a neighbor to look after me. Her name was Verna Howard. She lived 
across the street and was in her middle 40s I think. Her kids were 
grown up and had moved out. Mom had already put my diapers and PJs on 
me when she arrived at our house, but apparently Verna didn't know that 
I wasn't toilet trained at night. When mom and dad left, she and I went 
into the living room to watch TV. She kept looking at me strangely and 
finally when I got up and walked by her, she stopped me and pulled the 
back of my PJ bottoms open for a look at what was in there. I think she 
was absolutely stunned to see me in a diaper and plastic pants. She 
asked "How old are you?" and I told her 11. She asked wasn't I a bit 
big to still be wearing diapers? I told her I had to because of 
bedwetting and once again turned red. I recall her saying "Well, I 
think you're the first boy your age I've ever met who can't stay dry at 
night."

Part 4

My bedwetting and diaper wearing went on for years. Around age 11, I 
learned how to fold them and handle the pins without stabbing myself. 
Mom would often check up on me, but just before bedtime, I would place 
the folded diaper on my bed, lie down on it, pull it into place and pin 
it. The rubber pants were easy to do. In the morning, I could get them 
off and put into the pail without any problem.

Even though I was in diapers at night, I still had some daytime wetting 
problems. One day after school when I was about 10, I was home watching 
TV. I was somewhat tired and lay down on the living room couch and then 
fell asleep. Half an hour later, I suddenly woke up as my mother was 
shaking me and yelling. I had just peed my pants along with the couch. 
She quickly got a towel in an attempt to sop up my wet mess, but it 
didn't work very well as she pulled the cushions out of their casings 
to keep them from getting stained any further. This was the only real 
time I ever got punished for a wetting accident. It cost $45 to get the 
couch and cushions cleaned and I thought I would never hear the end of 
it. For the next 2 years, I was not allowed on the furniture unless I 
was fully diapered and had a rubber sheet under me.

When I was 13, almost 14, I began waking up with dry pants more often 
and told mom about it. After about 2 months of consistently dry diapers 
in the morning, the bedwetting had basically stopped and I was allowed 
to start wearing regular underwear at night, but mom made me keep the 
rubber sheets until I was almost 18. It was actually a good decision. 
My last major bedwetting accident occurred when I was 15. I think I 
drank too much pop the night before, but remember waking up at around 3 
AM, ABSOLUTELY FLOATING! I had to get mom to help me and remember her 
saying that she hoped I wasn't starting in with this again. I must have 
peed a gallon as my underwear (shirt included), both PJ halves, the 
sheets, mattress cover, 2 pillows and a blanket were drenched. 
Fortunately, the rubber sheets kept me from trashing the mattress too. 
I can't recall ever having an accident like that!

My bedwetting basically stopped around the onset of puberty, but I 
began noticing strange things happening to me. Instead of thinking 
about girls, I was thinking about diapers all the time. A few months 
after I finally stopped wetting, mom packed up the diapers and gave 
them away, but my thoughts about them just wouldn't quit. Actually they 
were getting stronger. One day, I was over at a friend's house. He had 
a 2½ year old brother who was not yet toilet trained. We were down in 
the basement where his mother had the younger brother's underwear items 
hanging up to dry. I absolutely couldn't control myself when I saw the 
stuff and when no one else was looking, I grabbed a pair of the plastic 
pants and stuffed them into my pocket, hoping I wouldn't be seen. I got 
away with it. When I returned home, I quickly went to my room to try 
them on, but they were much too small. Even though I couldn't quite fit 
in them, I recall being incredibly excited and although I didn't know 
why at the time, it made my penis stick straight up.

We lived near a shopping mall and I used to love going through one of 
the larger stores there because they had a well stocked baby department 
and a display case filled with plastic pants of all kinds. I would 
always make sure to sneak a peek at them whenever we were there. Not 
long afterwards, I went by myself to another local discount store near 
our house, As I was walking by the baby items, I saw packs of plastic 
pants for sale. I stopped to look at them and noticed they also had 
them in larger sizes. I didn't have any money with me, but returned a 
few days later with the required $2.98, bought the largest size they 
had and sneaked back to the house with them. Once again, I almost 
couldn't control myself. Later, when no one else was home, I tried them 
on and even though I weighed almost 100 lbs at the time, I could still 
get in them.

Up until high school, I was bewildered by the ever increasing frequency 
of the erections or why it even happened at all, but other than just 
getting hard and excited, it didn't really go any further. Then one day 
in sex ed class, we were shown a rather explicit film on the subject. I 
think I was 16 or 17 at the time. I came home from school that 
afternoon. Mom was out and dad was still at work. While in my room, an 
uncontrollable urge came over me and I remember removing my pants and 
then laying down on the bed. I turned over on my stomach and began 
humping the mattress and after a minute or two, shot off for the first 
time. It was an unbelievably good feeling. Since I didn't know what was 
going to happen beforehand, I managed to come all over the sheets. I 
mopped up some of it, but it left a small stain and I hoped mom 
wouldn't see it. The next time, I first put a clean sock over my penis 
to contain the explosion and it actually worked fairly well. Soon, I 
started doing it while clutching or wearing the plastic pants and found 
it was even more exciting.