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Yeah I definitely had that moment as well, at around eight. I still remember my mom explaining to me that I was going to have to start wearing diapers again at night. It was very much treated like an actual baby-change for the first few months. Looking back, I wasn’t ever totally allowed out of diapers until I was in my early teens. I didn’t realize it until recently, but apparently I wasn’t really potty-trained or out of diapers during the day until I went to kindergarten. Which in retrospect really explains why I had accidents so frequently early on. And then from eight to about thirteen, I would have to wear overnight protection when I was peeing the bed more than normal or sleeping out of the house. I was really smart for my age and way taller than most other kids so I really kind of felt self-aware of being in diapers and being very infantilized for my age. It was bad enough that I was a very soft kid; I think because I had this terrible lisp and was always very nervous, people just knew I was fragile and kind of underestimated by self-awareness. I really felt comforted by the diapers and by kind of being treated like a much smaller kid when it was “private” and I wasn’t being made fun of by my family. But I have so many mixed feelings about that time. I vividly remember the condescension and the teasing, and people finding out and finding it either cute or gross. I always felt very exposed and vulnerable growing up.

Very late and way past normal lol. I always peed the bed but my mom didn’t introduce diapers at night until I was about eight. Before that, I’d occasionally have to wear them on long car trips and at parties. She changed me every morning and night for maybe the first few months. In the mornings she’d spread a beach towel out on the bed and use baby powder and gel. It very much felt like a major regression lol and I think it led to me acting a bit more childish. I also remember that she would reuse diapers if I didn’t wet them bad, and they were always super stiff and uncomfortable. Other than that, I had mixed feelings about it lol. It made me feel very comforted and at the time I wasn’t made to feel ashamed about it, but my siblings really made fun of me and told a lot of people. The diapers were never a constant though, and after the first few months, it’d be rare for her to change me. Sometimes if I was sick; usually it was when we were running late in the morning and I was refusing to get up. It happened a lot on vacations. When we’d go camping, she had to walk me to the bathrooms and she’d always just take me into a women’s shower stall to change me; she was never shy about why were were there and those walks to bathrooms got increasingly excruciating as I got older. In hotels for some reason, I would always really regress and get used to being seen in a diaper; if I was running late, she’d just change me on the bed regardless of whether or not my siblings or cousins were running around. Oddly enough, those vacations were the only time everybody seemed to just acknowledge my bedwetting without really making fun of me. I would always act really childish and become kind of the baby brother/cousin even though I was not usually the youngest by far. The last time she changed my diaper, I was probably about 12 and then within a few years, I didn’t use them at all. Though were a couple times around that age when wet my pants in a public place and she came into the bathroom to help me change because I was so upset; those times she was pretty unhappy though lol. In the periods when she was enforcing the diapers, she’d generally just check them, either at night to see I was actually wearing them or in the morning to see if I’d wet them. I think the night checks were more of just meant to lightly embarrass me into trying harder to stop wetting the bed. It always felt very obvious when I was in a diaper and in the old Christmas morning photos it’s extreamly clear whether or not I had bothered changing into regular underwear that morning. And as I get older she’d always make sure to check about the diapers in front of my siblings

Oh yeah I was really slow in growing up lol. I wet the bed into my early teens (and had to wear diapers off and on). I wet my pants way more than was normal lol. But in general, I just stayed kind of naive way longer than everyone around me. It didn’t help because I was always really tall for my age (until most of my grade hit puberty way ahead of me), and I always felt very aware that I was kind of soft/“babyish”. I was still really into playing with toys into my teens. Kids at my school were getting drunk and hooking up at the school dances, and I would go, get treated like a dork, come home and pee the bed lol. I think in general I also just didn’t have much privacy around my family till way later.

Shit wow I had pretty much the exact same thing happen to me at around the same age lol. I loved theme parks but I was terrified of anything remotely “scary.” So I’d already spent a couple years refusing to go on any rollercoasters. I was kind of a “soft” kid and my mom was always really pushing me to not be so easily frightened and would get kind of exasperated with me. We went with our church group and a bunch of our extended family to an amusement park, and we all walked around together. I’d skip out anything that looked too scary and the only other person to do that was my girl cousin who was like three years younger than me and half my height. Everybody else my age and slightly younger were hitting every ride. I could tell my mom was starting to get pissed and it was something I was already teased about. When we got to probably the tamest coaster, the girl cousin decided to give it a try and my mom would not let me sit it out lol. Terrified the whole way in line, and I almost bolted a couple times. But the second that roller coaster starting moving, I knew I was not up for it lol. I was utterly terrified, quivering, silently crying. I literally thought I was going to die. I knew I was gonna pee myself before I did and when it finally happened I utterly soaked myself. Big puddle on the seat and I was drenched in pee. I was wearing swim trunks so it was just everywhere and streamed down my legs. I’ll never forget the looks of those rollercoaster attendants and everybody in line when I stood up. There were kids noticeably several years younger than me gaping and openly laughing in line. Same situation lol. I managed to hide behind my sister for a bit and she let me because she could tell I was still genuinely freaked out by the ride. I wish my parents had been so understanding but my mom freaked out when she saw i’d peed myself and made a whole big scene. I had to sit on newspaper on a picnic bench alongside the whole church group until lunch when my mom went to the car for a change of clothes. I was still so freaked out from the coaster that I pretty much had panic attack when I was getting changed in the bathrooms and my mom had to come in and help me. I was just so utterly terrified from the experience. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only time I wet myself from fear around that age. I was going through a nervous faze and it ended up happening a handful of times. But nothing was worse than that rollercoaster experience, just because it felt so incredibly public and pretty much my whole family saw it. It just made me feel about two feet tall lol. Here I was surrounded by people my age and younger who had a blast on this ride and I ended up bawling my eyes out and leaving a puddle of pee behind me. It definitely sticks with you lol, the scorn and mockingly laughter of kids several years younger than you who see you as a baby

I’m definitely into sph. It’s pretty much the fantasy of it I like, though I wouldn’t mind some light teasing or comments from a partner I’m comfortable with. I’m on the smaller side when hard but it’s not outrageous. Flaccid I’m absolutely tiny (a little button), and I’d be very embarrassed to be exposed in real life. In terms of living my regular life as an adult, it is not something that really hinders me or gets into my head. However, it was very much an issue when I was younger and I had some really emasculating experiences that are the root of interest for me, pretty much like the diapers are. My brother would constantly pants me and in general I just didn’t feel like I didn’t have or maintain much privacy for a really long time. Honest to god, my mom once took me to the family doctor because she was worried that I hadn’t hit puberty yet and I was so small she thought there might be something wrong. Even all that didn’t really bother me that much, but locker rooms in middle school were an absolute hell for me. I was a late bloomer and very naive and dorky. I was signaled out immediately for my “tighty-whities” and the fact that I had no bulge and things just escalated from there. I just did not stand up for myself or tell any or tell any authority figures, and it was very much made a joke of on a regular basis. It was all very awful at the time but I think if that’s kind of your first experience with your peers it’s kind of hard for it not to affect what you’re “into”

My mom would constantly warn me that if my bedwetting didn’t stop, I’d be put back in diapers at night. I’d always freak out when she’d say because it would frequently be said in front of other people lol. Then one day my mom came back from Walmart with a punch of different brands of diapers and pull-ups to try out. I think some of them might of literally been baby diapers that were on sale. My moms always been pretty thrifty so she wanted to see what cheap stuff could actually fit and bring the rest back. She told me at first they were “special underwear” though I was way too old for that kind of lie. But I needed to pretend to myself that I wasn’t actually wearing diapers. Somehow my my mom got my siblings to not bring it up or refer to them as diapers. For about a month lol. Honestly at the very start I was both ashamed and grateful because I was tired of constantly going to school still slightly smelling like pee lol. For the many years after that I continued to wet the bed, wearing “protection” was off and on. It was a constant threat that “we’ll have to go back to the diapers if you keep wetting the bed every night,” and it was frequently followed through on. My mom would deal with the sheets two or three nights a week but anymore and she’d start stalking up on pampers again lol.

I had a lot of bad ones lol. I think the worst was completely soaking myself on a rollercoaster when I was like twelve. It was my first time on a rollercoaster. It was not that bad of one, which was why it was so embarrassing. I was on this big trip with a bunch of family and friends of family. I got bullied into going on this very tame rollercoaster that a lot of kids a lot younger and smaller than me were excited to go on. I was utterly terrified and literally left a puddle on the seat. As soon as I got off, other kids in line noticed as well as staff. They were literally openly laughing at me and this giant trail of pee I left behind me. I was totally still shell shocked from the rollercoaster and from wetting myself. It took way to long for my mom and the rest of the group to notice, but when they did it was this whole, big humiliating scene. I had to walk through the whole park with these utterly pee soaked swim shorts on. I had to sit on newspaper while all these people we knew were eating because my mom was so pissed she wanted to wait till after lunch to walk back to car to get a change of shorts. It honestly got worse from there because I ended up having like a full on panic attack in the changing stall, and, when I tried to get my moms attention, she whipped the door open in front of this whole crowd. The whole day was really outrageous

I think pretty much only stuff caused by my earliest humiliations. Diapers and wetting. Small penis humiliation. Wedgies and bullying. Lot of early traumas that I guess happened at the right age lol. Doesn't really bother me now but I ended up with some odd fantasies

Bedwetting lol. I had to wear diapers off and on until I was in my early teens. When my mom first started making me wear them again, I found them very soothing but my siblings humiliated me so much I hated wearing them. I think I first started realizing I genuinely liked them again when I was in my early teens. By then I’d only really have to wear on vacations or when I was out of the house overnight (never any sleepovers of course besides one disaster lol). I’d always refused to wear them the first night, then end up peeing the hotel bed or the camper and everyone would freak out. I’d really kind of regress on vacations because there was no hiding the diapers but for some reason I feel like I wouldn’t get teased as much. I remember going on this academic trip in middle school over night and my mom was one of the few parents to come, mostly because she knew I was gonna mess the bed. I had my own room and my mom ended up staying in it to. First night, of course I peed and my mom had to call the organizers to get new bedding. Wore diapers the next night and I felt like such a loser and a child but I was oddly comforted by the diapers lol

@wetspot Yeah it was fairly frequent up until I was about eight, mostly just due to having a weak bladder and being nervous about strange bathrooms. A couple times at movies and at family parties, a handful of times in the car. What really sticks me from those moments was the relief and chaos of wetting, then a terrible period of waiting for someone to notice lol. It was obviously a lot more embarrassing when I got older though. Like I said, I had those three accidents while actually in middle school. But around that same age, even though I wasn’t just having random daytime “accidents” any more, I kind of completely lost my confidence and there were a few incidents that I peed myself just because I felt scared or helpless. My brother was a bigger bully to me than any one at school ever was, and there were a handful of accidents that he caused me to have around the house, just because I was so terrified of him. Also, I wet myself in a haunted house at the county fair with my mom around that age, though because it was dark not many people could really tell. Once from an early “jump scare” on the internet around that time, though I was home alone and no one ever found out about it lol. I remember wetting myself from laughter once. The first time I rode a rollercoaster I very obviously wet myself and I think that was the most mortified I’ve ever been. Nothing really compares to that stuff in school though. Again, I really don’t care now and obviously it led me a place I don’t mind lol. But at the time it was totally emasculating and it was genuinely really shitty. I really think I just grew up as a mark for this kind of stuff because of who I was and the bullying of my brother. But that was a rough age lol. A lot of fun nicknames

Yes lol. Pretty formative experiences. I was a bedwetter into my teens, so whenever I peed myself at school it was like my secret life was invading my public one. Somehow it happened a lot in general. I didn’t have any medical issues but looking back I think I had pretty bad anxiety because I was what were pretty much panic attacks and stress incontinence. The first time I remember trying to hold it till the end of a computer class because I was too embarrassed to ask where the bathroom was. Huge puddle on one of those plastic seats. Had to walk back in-line to our regular class. All the kids saw and were talking about it. The teacher was the last to notice when we all sat back down as a class. I had to walk past the whole class to go to the nurse. A bunch of kids were giggling. It happened a handful of times in school throughout elementary and a couple of times on the bus. Once on a field trip and my mom was mortified. It was a pretty common memory for me having to spend a hour sitting on a plastic bag in the nurses room in front of everyone who came in. Most of the kids didn’t make fun of me if it was one on one, but I still remember one younger kid just sneering and questioning me about it, while I had to sit there in my mess holding back tears. I would cry a lot at that age for almost no reason. I remember when I was really young there was no one else who would frequently wet themselves but there were a couple of other “criers.” They were both girls though and they outgrew it before me lol. The wetting and the crying slowed down as I got older but my reputation never totally recovered lol. There was a short time right at the end of elementary when it stopped happening and I felt like I could just “grow out” of those experiences. Then worst of all, there were three incidents in middle school. It all centered in the locker rooms. I was always tall for my age when I was a kid, and I think because of that I wasn’t bullied much even though everyone treated me like a bit of a loser. But in middle school everybody but me seemed to hit puberty and suddenly I felt like a little kid surrounded by giants. I started getting bullied terribly. It was honestly some really messed up stuff that I won’t get into. This jocky kid who was really popular thought it was the funniest thing in the world to humiliate me and half the gym class joined in and the rest just laughed about it. But I ended up peeing myself twice in the locker room. I had to just toss my underwear and get through the rest of the day. The gym teacher was given a heads up about what was happening by a couple kids who felt bad for me but it still happened one more time. I got confronted alone by a couple of the main bullies because they thought I squealed. And honestly, by that point by confidence at that point had been so broken that and I just completely soaked myself and started bawling, begging them to leave me alone. He was so scared about getting in trouble and freaked out that he tried calming me down and then made me get changed and into my gym clothes and toss out my jeans and underwear so no one would find out. After that the bullying pretty much stopped dead and I never had another accident in school. Honestly, they were terribly shattering experiences at the time but obviously I can look back without any real anger. Obviously had an affect though lol

It was pretty awful lol. I think what defined it most for me was how much it stripped away my privacy and kind of regressed me in the eyes of my family. I was the youngest of my siblings, and one of the younger cousins of a large extended family. It was not a secret among my family lol. My mom had no shame in talking about it and my siblings loved to tease me about it in front of people. I know among cousins, there were apparently two other bedwetters who were younger than me but they stopped by the time they were in early elementary. And then it was just me lol. I was a heavy bedwetter until I was 14 and then had occasional accidents for a couple years after. Even worse, when I was a little kid I’d pretty frequently wet myself during the day. As I got older, I even had a handful of accidents as a young teen, including a couple times at my middle school. I didn’t have any kind of medical condition besides bedwetting and I think bad anxiety and learned helplessness. It was part of my personality lol. I wet at a bare minimum about a couple times a week, but in general probably every other night. There would be long periods of nightly accidents and occasionally a few weeks with no wetting. A plastic pad was always on my bed, even past when I completely stopped wetting lol. Diapers were on and off for years but never a totally constant thing. Pretty much whether or not I was wearing a diaper at home between the ages of 8-12 was determined by how sick my mom was of dealing with peed sheets lol. My mom got tired of dealing with the laundry and introduced the diapers for the first time probably when I was about 8. There were also some occasions around that time when I’d have to wear at parties or family trips because of daytime accidents but that wasn’t super common. My siblings were in their early teens at the time. They thought it was the funniest thing in the world that I was back in diapers. Any time they had their friends over for a sleepover, i would try to act older and they would point it out to their friends that I probably had my diaper on already. Being in diapers at night made things so much easier. And I honestly found them super soothing right off the bat. But I’d get made fun of so much, I’d go through periods of refusing to wear them. My mom would actually change me at first. Later she would just check if I was wearing them, if it looked like I wasn’t. It usually wasn’t hard to tell. Again, I grew up really feeling like I had no privacy and being treated much younger than I was. As humiliated as they made me feel, I was always pretty shameless and I didn’t make much of a point to hide them around the house. My siblings would always get grossed out in the summer when I’d walk around or sit on the couch or breakfast table in a diaper in the mornings or at night. My mom would always get pissed because I’d strip off a soaked diaper or briefs onto the floor and just leave them there. By the time I was maybe 12 I pretty much refused to wear them at home at all because my siblings just joked about it constantly. I’d still have to wear them camping and on vacation until I was 14. That was always the worst time because there was really no hiding it and it felt very public, especially if I ended up soaking the bed or the camper. And we’d often go on vacations with my extended family, so I would have to feel like a baby even next to my younger cousins. It did not help that always kind of felt like a baby compared to everyone else. I was a kind of sensitive, nervous kid. I was terrible at sports. My family, boys and girls were all very “rough.” But even the other cousins around my age could keep up. I was the constant joke among even among the ones I got along with and it followed me into school. The worst part was having my younger cousins kind of supersede in the pecking order. I got beaten up by one of my cousins in elementary when I was in middle school to the point that I cried. I felt like a total loser lol and there was no way of really hiding it, especially when I was like thirteen years old and being seen regularly by my family in diapers