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By JamieJamie · Posted
Yes, I love to wear plastic pants with plastic-backed diapers as insurance against leaks so that it doesn't wet my pants. I can tell I am leaking when wearing plastic pants so I go to the bathroom to discard my diaper and not have to worry about drying my pants. Yes, I love to wear plastic pants with plastic-backed diapers as insurance against leaks so that it doesn't wet my pants. I can tell I am leaking when wearing plastic pants so I go to the bathroom to discard my diaper and not have to worry about drying my pants. -
Hi there, I'd first off, everyone is different! What you might be able to do, someone else can't. Personally speaking, I think it's possible, but it would require some training, self control, discipline, and determination. If you want to wear a diaper, just do it. There are some that wear 24/7 and still use potties. -
By Nappypants · Posted
I have a cotton backed rubber sheet. Rubber sheets last for ever. -
Welcome to the club. First is acceptance, then is more diapees 🤭 Watch out for scammers, they are often mommies!
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By Nappypants · Posted
My name is David. When I was born I was the baby of the family, I had two elder brothers who were 6 and 10 years older and I was very much treated as the baby. I was slow to grow out of nappies and was still in them aged 4 but gradually by the time I went to primary school I was only wearing them at night. That didn’t stop me from having the occasional daytime accident. Aged 8 I was sent to boarding school but was not reliably dry at night. I well remember the red rubber sheet that stayed on my bed and the invariably wet sheets and pyjamas I had to change in the morning. Things gradually got better but I was not reliably dry at night until about 17. My mother insisted on me always having a rubber sheet on my bed as even then there was the occasional accident. I suppose I felt safe with the rubber sheet as when I left home I found myself putting one on the bed myself. Time passed and by 25 I had found the girl of my dreams, Helen, and we got married. By this time I was fairly reliable at night and disposed of my rubber sheet though every time I went home I found one on my bed. Unbeknown to me, my mother had had a quiet word with my fiancée and had asked if she knew that she was marrying a bedwetter. She went on to explain that she really ought to put a mattress protector on our bed when we were married, just in case. My fiancée didn’t mention this to me but I did notice she had put a plastic cover on the mattress but thought no more of it. All went well but then by about 30 I started having the odd accident at night. My wife was very understanding but one morning she got really angry after I had wet the bed again. At this point I was given two alternatives, either move to the spare room and wash your own sheets or wear nappies every night. I couldn’t face the thought of the spare room so I had to agree to nappies. Within the next day or two a large box was delivered with 6 towelling nappies, nappy pins and plastic pants. From then on she put me in nappies every night. I got resigned to this and gradually came to like the security they gave me. It was however quite embarrassing twice a week to see my nappies and plastic pants drying on the clothes line in the garden. One summer’s day our German next door neighbour Heidi was invited round for coffee by Helen and they went into the garden. Heidi is a very pretty blond girl about the same age as Helen. I quite fancied her really but equally she was a very determined type who took no prisoners and I didn’t want to get on the wrong side of her. She wasn’t married and I often wondered whether she had lesbian tendencies, but I wouldn’t have dared suggest that to Helen who got on really well with her and she became Helen’s best friend.Anyway I learnt later that she saw my nappies on the line and Helen told her all about my bedwetting and my need to wear nappies. Heidi was evidently not phased by this at all but she said that it was ridiculous that I was still wetting the bed at my age and I was clearly putting Helen to far too much trouble and it needed to be sorted out. Helen didn’t tell me any of this but about a week later Helen invited Heidi round to supper. We had a nice supper but at the end of it Helen said “Heidi and I have been discussing your bedwetting” I went very red because I didn’t realise Heidi knew anything about it. They then both went on to tell me that they had discussed all the options at some length and Heidi, who took the lead, explained that as I was behaving like a baby then I should be treated as one. They had taken all my underwear away and in future I would wear nappies all the time. They had bought me some thinner nappies for use during the day that I could wear to work under my trousers but I must always wear plastic pants over them. I was mortified and protested. Helen had told Heidi that there were often yellow stains on my pants and they were sometimes wet and I said that this was just not true. Helen then produced all the pants I had worn for the last week and showed me how stained they were. I suppose I had really been trying to hide it by not thinking about it and didn’t think Helen would look at them in the laundry basket. Heidi then proceeded to cut up all my pants with scissors as she said I wouldn’t be needing them in future. I didn’t know what to do. They explained that all of this was for my own good and threatened to tell my mother all about it if I failed to comply. It was looking as though I had little choice. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse they presented me with some rules as follows:- • • Nappies were to be worn at all times and whenever I was at home I would only be allowed to wear a T-shirt and nappies, no trousers, so that Helen could always see the state of my nappies. • • I had to ask permission to go to the toilet. • • If I wet my nappies they would decide when I would be change. • • Failure to obey would result in more serious penalties. I asked what they meant by the last rule but they said I would find out in due course but it would not be pleasant. I was then told to lie down, Helen then removed my trousers and together they put on what they called my daytime nappies followed by see-through plastic pants so that they could see the state of my nappies at any time. Heidi then ceremoniously cut up my last pair of underpants and I was left there feeling pretty helpless.Heidi then ceremoniously cut up my last pair of underpants and I was left there feeling pretty helpless. Helen said that Heidi had been investigating incontinence on the internet. First of all she said I needed to undergo bladder retraining. This meant that I must set given times to empty my bladder and I was never to go “just in case”. Initially she would set the time period at 2 hours and I needed to hold on whenever I felt I needed to go in order to strengthen my pelvic muscles. If I accidentally wet my nappies before the two hours were up the clock would reset to start another 2 hours. It was also important that I was well hydrated so Helen would make sure I was drinking enough. Finally I must never become constipated so I would have to do my number 2’s in the toilet every morning after breakfast, and not at any other time in the day, otherwise further action would need to be taken. ......to be continued
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