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By PeterLupus · Posted
Hi all. I have been making progress on my journey. As written previously, I had considered taking a shortcut by getting procedures done away from home (India, other locations) but my symptoms have progressed to the point where my urologist at home (California) wants to take the next steps. The immediate next step is to get Botox in both bladder neck and external urinary sphincter. The hope is to make it easier for me void so that as to prevent urgency spikes when my bladder fills over the baseline of 250 ml or so. He has put the decision into my hand, understands that I am ok with the expected leaking, which is fine since I wear diapers anyway. The Botox in BN and EUS is a diagnostic step before deciding to resect both BN and EUS to make the leaking permanent. My appointment for the Botox is in August. -
By PeterLupus · Posted
Suspense... But from experience, I know that the Botox takes takes two weeks or so to come into full effect. -
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By tschornaja · Posted
Yvette had always been athletic, though she never quite saw herself that way. In school she’d been surrounded by girls who were faster, stronger, and more competitive, so she’d quietly convinced herself she wasn’t particularly sporty. Yet she trained relentlessly, hours on the cross-trainer, laps in the pool, long bike rides, and serious alpine routes she modestly called “hiking.” In truth, she tackled T4 paths with quiet determination. There was another side to her, one she rarely named out loud. Since childhood she’d carried a secret thrill at the thought of letting go in her clothes. After the births of her two teenage boys, something had shifted; a subtle incontinence had crept in, and with it came an unexpected comfort in protection. Diapers. The word still made her pulse quicken when she let herself think it. Her husband had been strangely accepting, more than accepting, really, but that was a story for another time. Yesterday morning a sharp backache had forced her to rest. She knew the drill: hydrate heavily, stay in bed, and lean on the very thing that gave her both security and a quiet, forbidden spark. “Today it’s rest and diapers for me,” she told her husband with a small, rueful smile. The alpine hike she’d been eyeing, Gorakada Bidetxo, just a short drive away, would have to wait. She spent the day cocooned in her room, well protected, the constant low-grade worry of needing the toilet lifted. After a short nap she woke with urgent pressure, released a long, hot flood, and felt the warmth spreading beyond the edges of the diaper. The day was already warm; she changed quickly, the clear, almost scentless urine leaving only a faint damp patch on the sheets. A towel over the spot, and she slipped back into bed, oddly content. When her husband returned, concern etched his face, but she met him with a bright “I feel much better.” Tomorrow, if the ache stayed away, the mountain would be hers. Morning brought a heavy, sodden diaper and the familiar, secret satisfaction that came with it. The house was quiet; her husband and boys had already left. Standing at the counter with her coffee, she felt a deeper urge. She didn’t fight it. Right there in the kitchen, the release came, slow, substantial, filling the already full diaper with a weight that made her breath catch. She finished her coffee, then headed for the shower, cleaning herself thoroughly before taping on a fresh diaper and packing her rucksack: two large bottles of water, a carrot, dried figs, walnuts, an apple, and a spare diaper. An anorak and an umbrella went on top because some clouds looked pregnant. The electric bike hummed beneath her for the hour-long ride to the trailhead above the village. The day was hot and overcast, the woods still wet from last night’s thunderstorms. By the time she locked the bike, her diaper already felt heavy, yeah that coffee just passed through her. She pressed her hand discreetly against the padding as she checked its give. It still held. The path climbed through trees, offering fleeting glimpses of a distant lake. Every step reminded her of the bulk between her legs. Then the path became more exposed. What if she slipped on the wet dirt down the steep slope and had to be carried out? What would the rescuers think when they found her like this? The thought sent a sharp, illicit thrill through her. At the crux, a short chimney with an awkward exit to the right, she had to backtrack once, fingers and feet searching for holds that weren’t there. When she finally reached the plateau, the view stole her breath: sweeping ridges, the glint of water far below, and not another soul in sight. Her backside sagged noticeably now. She sat on a dry stone, ate her apple, and let another warm release soak into the already taxed padding. The shorts clung damply to her thighs, but on a day this humid she just didn't care whether the moisture was sweat or something more intimate that escaped. Still, she knew she was beyond the limit already. She found a shallow gully screened by trees, pulled her shorts down just enough, and peeled the heavy diaper free. It landed with a soft thud on the dirt. For a moment she stood half-exposed, the mountain air cool against her skin, before quickly fastening the fresh one in place. The relief was immediate, lighter, secure again, not so clammy anymore. As planned she took a different route down, one less exposed. She savored some quiet triumph: she managed both the terrain and her secret. By the time she reached the bike, the new diaper was already warm once more. She just shrugged. The ride home was a haze of endorphins and the soft, rhythmic press of the padding against the saddle, and again she passed the limits of the diaper. Back in her own bathroom she stripped off the soaked clothes and diaper, stepped into a steaming shower, and let the rosemary-scented shampoo wash everything away. For a long moment she simply stood there, eyes closed, feeling utterly, deliciously spent. FIN More stories later! -
By Little Matt · Posted
In Kindergarten we had a bathroom in the back of the class we could use whenever we needed to. But in First Grade we had to leave the classroom and ask permission to do so. I had some trouble adjusting to that and went through a spate of accidents. One time after class one of the girls found a puddle under a chair and reasoned that it either must have been me or another boy who had the same issue. I was like "Hey! I haven't done that in a long time," but it was probably like two weeks or something.
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