Nappylove

Chapter 6 ‘Hi Dad! I didn’t get to school today and I had to come home.’ ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Well Mum took me to the doctors as I was feeling bad and the doctor said that I had a kidney and bladder infection.’ He came over to the bed and sat down, crinkling his nose. ‘What’s that smell?’ ‘Smell?’ ‘Yes. Can't you smell it? It’s a bit like gone off pee.’ I felt my face go all shades of red. He was looking at me with a frown. ‘Is it you?’ I nodded, tears coming to my eyes with the shame of it. ‘Right, tell me what happened today.’ I told him about not feeling well and coming home, being sick and faint and that Mum had found me on the floor. Then I told him about the visit to the surgery and the embarrassment of wetting myself. Finally I told him about the fact that I had no control over when I urinated and the final humiliation that I had to wear nappies. He looked at me for a moment and then smiled. I didn’t think I could love my Dad any more but at that moment I did. He saw that I was upset and he just leant over and gave me a big hug. ‘Don’t worry, David. It’s not the end of the world. When I was your age, a bit older, actually, I had a similar problem. I was in nappies for about a month. I think that it runs in the family as I remember my dad having quit a few problems with kidney and bladder infections. It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t let it get you down.’ I sniffed a bit and blew hard into my handkerchief. Having this chat with my Dad was good and reassuring. Perhaps I wasn’t unique after all. ‘Are you wearing protection then?’ I nodded, ‘yes I’m wearing a nappy.’ ‘Smells like you are a bit wet. Do you think you aught to change?’ I nodded. ‘Can you do it yourself?’ ‘Mum did it for me here and the nurse at the surgery. I’ll try to do it myself I did do it once but it was awkward. It can’t be that hard, though.’ ‘It’s not once you get used to it. One tip; change standing up. Stand against a wall; put the back of the diaper against the wall and hold it up with your back as you pull up the front. Do the bottom tapes first making sure that they are fairly tight about your legs, but not so tight that they restrict your circulation. Then tape up the top ones, tight enough to feel secure about your waist. See how you go; if you get stuck shout for me.’ ‘OK,’ ‘Oh and make sure that you are very clean down there. The last thing you want is nappy rash. Have you got cream to put on?’ ‘Yes, I was a bit sore and I was given some to put on.’ ‘Are you sure you can manage?’ ‘I’ll try. If I have any problems, I’ll yell for help.’ ‘OK, where is Mum and Peter?’ ‘Mums gone to collect him. She said that she would be about ten minutes.’ ‘I know your mum's ten minutes, probably an hour when she gets chatting! Right, I’m downstairs. Do you want a cup of tea or anything?’ ‘Tea would be nice can you give me twenty minutes though?’ ‘No problem, see you then.’ He got off the bed and left the room, shutting the door after him. I got up gingerly, I was still feeling grotty. As I stood up, I realised how wet and droopy the nappy had become in a short time. I swear that I hadn’t drunk that much, but I still kept filling up nappies like there was no tomorrow! I picked up a fresh nappy and went out into the hall and from there I went in the bathroom. I smelt stinky and felt dirty, so I took the old heavy, wet and full nappy off and threw it in the waste. Then I had a quick shower. I dried myself thoroughly put some cream all over Percy, my genitals and bottom and after washing and drying my hands, I put the nappy on the way Dad told me to. It worked! It was a tight fit and still comfortable and reassuringly secure. It was nice have a dry bulky nappy against my skin and it made me feel a bit better. I went back into the bedroom and got into bed. A few seconds later Dad came in with a cup of tea and some chocolate digestive biscuits, my favourite! ‘You managed OK then?’ ‘Yes Dad, thanks for the tip, it worked great’ ‘No problem. I have spoken to your mother on the mobile and she will be back in about half an hour with Peter.’ ‘That’s good. Thanks for being so understanding.’ ‘Look, it’s only a problem if you make it one. Thousands if not millions have incontinence problems so you aren’t unique. It’s a pain having to wear them but you would be surprised how soon you get used to wearing nappies.’ ‘What about when I go to school?’ ‘We’ll make sure that the school authorities no about it. You don’t think that you are the only one, do you?’ ‘I suppose not.’ ‘I bet you a pound for a penny that there are at least ten or twenty kids with bladder problems at your school and have to wear nappies.’ ‘I suppose.’ ‘Anyway, you look tired have some rest and I’ll speak to you later. Drink your tea while it’s still hot.’ ‘Thanks Dad.’ ‘No problem.’ With that he left me alone. I drunk the tea and ate the biscuits. Then I settled down, I felt nice and warm and secure in my nappy and I liked hearing the slight rustle of the nappy as yawning hugely, I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep. To be continued… Please leave comments as it’s nice to know if you like the story or not.

Hi cathdiap, Just curious as to whether you have ever had infections using caths the way you do? Regards Nappylove

Chapter 5 I woke up and it was dark. It took a few minutes to work out where I was and what was happening. Then I felt a dull ache in my back and a strange heaviness around my waist and groin. I put my hand down to my crotch area and it all came back. I was wearing a nappy and I had some sort of bladder infection. The nappy felt warm to touch and quite full and bulky. Surprisingly, it wasn’t uncomfortable and to tell you the truth rather nice, a bit damp, but nice. I was just thinking about this when the door opened and the light came on. ‘Hi David, how are you feeling?’ ‘OK. I guess; a bit achy but not too bad.’ ‘How is your nappy; do you feel wet?’ ‘I think so it’s a bit bulky and heavy and I do feel a bit damp down there.’ ‘’OK, I think we need to change you. Can you do it yourself or do you need help?’ I don’t know why I said it but somehow I wanted my mum to do it. Perhaps it was because I wasn’t feeling too good, but anyway, that was my excuse. ‘Can you do it mum?’ ‘Of course honey, but you are going to have to learn to do it yourself soon.’ Mum pulled the bed covers back and then pulled my pyjamas bottoms down. ‘Oh dear.’ ‘What’s up mum?’ ‘Well your PJ’s are a bit wet and the sheet is underneath, too. After changing you, I think I’ll ring the surgery before they shut for the night. I have the incon nurses number, I think.’ ‘Incon?’ ‘Yes, most surgeries have an incontinence nurse who specialises in problems like yours.’ All the time she was talking, mum was taking off the soaking nappy. I felt a bit chilly as my groin and Percy was exposed to the cooler air. ‘This is strange,’ ‘What mum?’ ‘You look a bit sore. It’s a bit soon to have nappy rash, you’ve only worn one for a few hours.’ I didn’t tell mum that I had been wearing them a bit longer, using Peter’s small ones. ‘It must have something to do with your infection. Perhaps the urine is stronger or something. Anyway, I was given some cream so we had better use it.’ She proceeded to wipe me clean. I must admit that it felt nice and comforting having my mum do this. Was this how a baby felt when being changed? After cleaning me, mum put a lot of cream around my genitals and on Percy. Also she got me to turn over and then she spread it all over my bottom too. ‘Stand up for a moment David.’ I stood up but felt a bit faint so I grabbed hold of the bed post while mum stripped the bed quickly, put some sort of quilted sheet on the bed and then opened a new nappy out on it. ‘Right, David, sit down so your bottom is in the middle of the nappy. I did as I was told and mum quickly pulled up the front of the nappy, manoeuvred Percy so he was facing downwards. She then attached the back of the nappy to the front using the blue tapes. She made sure everything was tight, especially around my legs before finally sticking the tapes and then I was done. ‘There you are. The sheet you have under you now is waterproof, so you shouldn’t worry about wetting the bed. I would keep off your PJ bottoms for now though in case you leak on to them. I’m just going to pop downstairs and make a phone call.’ She covered me up with a blanket and went downstairs. I felt warm and dry and rather nice. The bulk of the nappy was reassuring and warm against my body. I was a bit worried that I might leak a bit. I thought that these nappies were supposed to stop wee from leaking out. I stopped worrying and sort of drifted off to sleep. I woke with a start as I heard mum come back into the room. ‘Sorry, honey, did I wake you up.’ ‘That’s OK. I should try and stay awake or I won’t sleep tonight.’ She came over and sat on the bed. ‘I have had a word with the incon nurse. She thinks that you must be a heavy wetter. It will be OK to wear disposables during the day as you will be aware of when they get full, but she recommends cloth diapers with plastic pants for night time use. She has given me the phone number of a local chemist that stock them and I’ll pop round there tomorrow and get some supplies.’ ‘Plastic pants, mum, they don’t sound very nice.’ ‘I know, honey, but lots of people wear them when they have your problems and it will only be until things clear up down below. Now are you feeling any better?’ ‘The ache in my back has gone but I still felt really tired.’ ‘OK, honey. Are you hungry?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘Well you should have something as it might make you feel a bit better. How about some nice chicken soup?’ ‘OK, and mum.’ ‘Yes, David?’ ‘Thanks for being so nice. This is so embarrassing for me.’ She gave me a hug. ‘Don’t worry love; it’s not your fault. You can’t help not being well.’ ‘Will dad laugh at me?’ ‘Why should he?’ ‘For wearing nappies.’ ‘No he won’t. When has your father ever laughed at you?’ ‘I can’t remember.’ ‘Well he never has. He loves you as much as I do. No one will laugh, I promise.’ She kissed me on the forehead and then went downstairs. I didn’t want to sleep again so I tried to read my Harry Potter book. It was hard going as my eyes kept closing but I managed to stay awake until mum came back in with a steaming mug of hot chicken soup. ‘Here you go. Try drinking this. I have to pop out for ten minutes to pick up Peter; will you be OK?’ ‘Yes, thanks mum the soup is lovely. When is dad coming home?’ ‘He should be back in about twenty minutes.’ ‘OK.’ With that mum left and a few moments later, I heard the front door shut. I finished the soup and I must admit it made me feel a bit better and not so sick. A few moments later I heard the front door open and then slam shut. I knew who it was as my dad always slammed doors like that. He had been told off by my mum for doing it lots of times. ‘I’m home.’ He shouted. I was worried about what dad might think, despite my mums’ reassurances and after putting the soup cup down on the bedside table I lay there waiting for him to come up with some trepidation and my heart pounding loudly. I heard his footsteps on the stairs and then appear at my door. ‘Hello David, what’s up?’ To be continued… Please leave comments as it’s nice to know if you like the story or not.

Why Me? Chapter 4 By Nappylove I looked at my mum in horror. ‘Mum I can’t go to school wearing NAPPIES!’ The doctor had left and the nurse had deposited a grown up version of what Peter used on the examination table. I was covering up my private parts with a towel as I didn’t want my mum to see anything. ‘Look David. I’m sure that other kids have a similar problem and wear them to school without making such a fuss.’ ‘I bet they don’t get bullied though.’ I said without thinking. My mum looked at me with a frown on her face. ‘I thought you said that had stopped after we spoke to your form teacher?’ ‘Erm yes, it’s a lot better but I still sometimes have troubles outside school.’ ‘I’ll have to speak to your teacher again.’ ‘No mum. I don’t want to draw attention to myself again, especially if I have to wear nappies.’ I shuddered. ‘Ok, but if it gets to you, promise you will tell me or your dad.’ ‘OK.’ I said, but not really meaning it. ‘Right, let’s get you dressed.’ Mum grabbed the nappy and started to unfold it. ‘MUM, I can do it myself.’ ‘Don’t shout, David. Are you sure, it can be tricky at first, you don’t want to leak.’ ‘Please mum. Let me do it. You can wait outside.’ ‘OK then, I’ll wait outside. I need to pick up your supplies from the dispensary anyway.’ I waited until she shut the door behind her and then dropped the damp towel. I stood up, still feeling a bit lightheaded, sick and achy, and picked up the disposable nappy. It was a lot larger than Peter’s and was plain white with a blue pattern and yellow lines down the middle. There was writing on the front, it said Tena Plus Small. There were eight drips above the writing and six of them were filled in. I took that as meaning that six out of eight drips would be caught, but what would happen with the other two drips? I opened the nappy out; it was sort of shaped like an 8. I couldn’t see which way it went then I assumed that the writing would be at the front. There were two sticky tabs on each side at the back. I had helped Peter get changed occasionally and I knew that though his nappies only had one tab each side, they probably fitted in a similar fashion, but with a tab for the top and one for the bottom. I placed the nappy on the exam couch and tried to sort of place my bum in the middle of it. I had a lot of trouble picking up the back of the nappy and attaching it to the front. It seemed a lot easier when I helped change Peter. I was feeling a bit sick and faint again, so I just laid myself back, letting my head rest on the pillow. I shut my eyes until the spinning in my head went away. I heard a knock on the door and opened my eyes. I was about to shout ‘don’t come in.’ and opened my eyes to see the nurse standing over me with a concerned look on her face. ‘Are you OK David?’ I realized with horror that I was lying there with a nappy under me and my legs and Percy in full view. I struggled to get up. ‘No stay there David you look a bit pale. These infections can knock you out a bit. Let me help you with your disposable.’ I just lay back as she did it up for me. I could feel my face go red with embarrassment as she manhandled Percy making him point downward and then taped the nappy up tightly. Soon I was fully encased in the nappy and to tell you the truth, it felt rather nice. It was warm and soft and gave me a sense of security. ‘That’s better, you will have to change regularly and your mum had got some ointment, a sort of barrier cream you should use or you may get sore down there. It will take a while to get used to putting them on, the tabs are a bit fiddly and if you fasten them in the wrong place, the nappy won’t feel or look right and you may leak a bit, so keep practicing and in no time you will be OK with it.’ ‘Thanks for helping me.’ ‘That’s OK. You look a bit better now, can you get dressed by yourself or do you need a hand?’ ‘I’ll be OK, nurse?’ ‘Yes, love?’ ‘Erm do other kids my age wear nappies?’ ‘You would be surprised at the number of people your age and older that have to wear them. Its silly how some idiots laugh and deride people who have to wear them, not realizing that statistically, a lot will be in them eventually anyway. Don’t worry about your school, there will be plenty of others like you and the school will be supportive. OK?’ ‘Yes thanks.’ ‘Right, I’ll tell your mum that you will be out soon.’ The nurse left and I got myself dressed. I was glad that I had my track suit bottoms as they hid the slight bulge of the nappy. I put my shirt and jumper on and left the exam room. I was a bit worried as the nappy was making slight crinkly noises as I walked. When I got outside, mum was waiting in one of the seats. She had a large carrier bag with her and I could guess what was in it. ‘Hello David, are you feeling OK.’ I nodded. ‘Not too bad. Can we go home now?’ ‘Yes dear, come on.’ We walked slowly across the car park; I had no energy and felt a bit rough, to say the least. Finally, we reached the car and I gratefully sat down doing up my seat belt and then resting my head on the back of the seat whilst mum put the stuff in the boot of the car. It felt a bit strange sitting in a nappy. I was very conscious of the bulk between my legs and under my bottom. I felt dry though, so that was the main thing. Mum got in and turned to me. ‘Are you OK there?’ ‘Yes thanks.’ ‘OK let’s get you home.’ I closed my eyes and must have drifted away because the next thing I knew was we had arrived home. Once inside the house, I gratefully sat down on the settee. ‘Right David,’ said mum coming in with a glass of water and some pills. ‘Take these.’ I took the four pills of assorted colours and sizes and swallowed them. Mum sat down in one of the armchairs. ‘Right, I’ve spoken to the doctor and she says that you should take the week off. I rang the school while we were at the surgery and they are OK with things. The doctor said that you should spend the rest of the day in bed so up you go. Oh and check to see if your nappy needs changing. If you can, use the toilet as much as possible, if you can’t, don’t worry. I wearily got up and went upstairs to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and checked the nappy; it was a bit damp in there but nothing too bad. The yellow stripes had turned a bit blue in places and I assumed that when it was all blue, it needed changing. I put on my PJ’s and climbed into bed. It was strange wearing a nappy in bed like this, strange but warm and somehow comforting. In seconds, before I knew it, I was asleep. To be continued…? Please leave comments as it would be nice to find out if the story interests anyone.

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Hi nurse_lover I can relate to the things that happened to you. With me, I can trace it back to when I was about 7 in infants school. My problem was that in my school, you only went to the toilet at break times. The toilets were at the end of the playground and to cut a long story short, I was too late, I wet in my pants, worse as I also had a loose bowel movement as well and everyone saw me. I could have died with embarrassment. This happened twice and I remember now the shame I felt about this and it's stayed with me until now. People who do not have this condition cannot understand how you can be bursting to go and yet can't go in public situations. With me it's so bad that even at home, if my wife or anyone else is near the toilet, I can't go. Since wearing nappies, it's helped because it gives me a feeling of security, I know I dribble a bit due to my weakened muscle and sometimes it gushes when my sphincter won't let me hold it anymore, but at least now I can go without anyone noticing. I still hold it in when in public and I'm hoping that therapy, exercises and assurance of nappies will help me through. It's good that my wife is understanding, without her it would be much harder.

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Hi, Are pads any good to use with net pants and are they better than pull ups? They are a lot cheaper than all in ones and pullups. Thanks

Why Me? Chapter 3 By Nappylove I looked down at my jeans in horror. The wet patch was getting bigger. I looked around at the other kids. They hadn’t noticed anything. Just then the bus came up and everyone started to get on. I quickly left the scene. No way was I going to school with wet jeans. I could imagine all the laughter. I would die with shame. My dad would have gone to work by now and mum would be taking Peter to playschool while she went shopping. I knew that the house would be empty until lunch time, so I went home. I carefully looked around the corner to where my house was. I could see that both cars had gone. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly let myself in. I ran upstairs to the bathroom and took my jeans off. The nappy that I had stuffed in my pants was full of wee! I took off my soaking wet pants and put the soiled nappy in the nappy bin with Peters’ ones. I then ran downstairs and threw my soiled clothes in the washer. Running back upstairs, out of breath now, I went back into the bathroom. My nose wrinkled at the smell coming off my body. I decided that I needed a shower. I felt a bit better as the warm water cascaded down my body washing the stink off of me. I dried myself off and went to my bedroom to pick out some clean clothes. My stomach was beginning to ache and I felt sick. Before I could do anything, I was sick all over the floor. I sat down and felt very faint. The next thing I knew, I heard my mum screaming my name. ‘DAVID!’ I opened my eyes. There she was looking over me, hand over her mouth. ‘Sorry, mum.’ She came over to me, her face full of concern. ‘Don’t be silly, what happened?’ I sat up, still feeling a bit woozy. ‘Erm. I didn’t feel well so I came back home and then I um got sick on my clothes so I put them in the washer and then had a shower. I came back in here and before I could do anything I was sick again and I think I fainted.’ ‘OK, can you get up?’ ‘Yes, I feel a bit better now.’ ‘Are you up to going to the doctors?’ ‘I don’t need that. I just have a bug or something.’ ‘Let me be the judge of that. Are you coming to the doctors or do I call her out?’ I didn’t want the doctor to see me in bed like this and anyway, I thought that if I had to see her it would be better at the surgery. ‘I’ll got o the surgery.’ ‘Right, get dressed, can you manage.’ ‘Yes mum’. ‘Good, I’ll ring the doctors then school and tell them that you’re not coming in today and then I’ll ask your aunt to pick up Peter from play school, in case we are at the doctors for a while.’ She left and I got myself going. I didn’t feel sick any more just tired and a bit out of sorts. As I got up, I felt a drip on my leg. I was still leaking a bit. I got a tissue and wiped myself and then I grabbed another nappy from my bag. I quickly got dressed, stuffing the too small nappy in my pants. Then I put on track suit bottoms, they wouldn’t show the bulky nappy so much. Finally, I put on a t shirt and jumper. ‘Ready?’ I heard my mum shout. ‘OK.’ I went downstairs. I could hear the slight crinkle sound of the nappy in my pants and hoped that my mum wouldn’t hear it. Mum handed me my coat and in no time we were on the way to the surgery. I was thinking quickly as we went. I was hoping that as I only had a stomach ache, I wouldn’t have to strip. I did not want to explain my dripping Percy to anyone and that included a doctor! In ten minutes, we arrived at the surgery. It had changed a lot since I had last gone there. It had been extended and was about twice the size it was before. As we went through the automatic doors, I could see that the inside had been completely changed. It was big, busy and looked like a mini hospital. We went over to the reception. ‘Hello, I’m Mrs Price, I rung about half an hour ago about my son David?’ The lady at the reception had a nurse’s uniform on and looked very efficient. She looked at her computer screen and then pressed a couple of keys on her keyboard. ‘Ah yes. Could you please go over to room 6 and wait inside. The nurse will be in to see you shortly. We went over to room 6 and knocked on the door. There was no answer so we just went in. It was just a smaller waiting room with two doors and several seats. We sat down and waited. My back was aching a bit and I was feeling far from well. I was breaking out into a sweat again and thought that I might be sick. ‘Are you OK, David?’ I looked up at my mum. ‘I think I want to be sick.’ ‘Hang on.’ She rushed out of the room and quickly came back with a nurse who was carrying a metal bowl. ‘Hi, David, feeling sick? Here take this and come with me.’ ‘She and mum helped me up and went into another room. In my bleary state I realised that it was a treatment room. ‘Right sit here and if you are sick just do it in the bowl.’ She left and a few seconds later, I sort of dry heaved into the bowl. Not much sick as I had cleared most of my stomach out at home. After I was sick I felt a bit better, but the ache in the small of my back was getting a bit worse. The nurse then came back in carrying some sort of gown. ‘Feeling a bit better?’ OK get undressed and put this on. The doctor will come and see you in about five minutes. OK?’ I nodded as my mum said, ‘thank you nurse.’ ‘Shall I help you?’ ‘No, it’s OK mum. Can you give me a few minutes?’ ‘I’ve seen it all before.’ She laughed. ‘Muuum!’ ‘OK, see you in a minute.’ She went outside, closing the door behind her. I took off my t shirt and jumper and then pulled down my tracksuit bottoms and pants. The nappy was a bit wet, but not as soaking as before. I saw in the corner a covered bin and I quickly put the nappy in and put the lid back on. With luck, no one would notice or think that it had anything to do with me. I was shivering slightly so I put my arms through the gown and tied it behind me. Luckily, it had three ties and with difficulty I managed to do all of them up. I could feel a drip coming from Percy, so I hitched the front of the gown up and wiped it with a tissue. I sat down again, pretty tired and aching a bit in my back and stomach. There was a knock on the door. ‘Come in.’ Mum popped her head around the door. ‘Are you decent?’ ‘Yes.’ She came in and sat down beside me ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘I ache a bit and feel tired.’ ‘Never mind D…’ The door opened and a lady in a white doctor’s coat came in. ‘Hello, David and Mrs Price?’ ‘That’s right.’ said mum. She came over and had a look at me. ‘Now David, what been happening?’ I told her about being sick, fainting and my aches and pains. OK. Hop up on the table and let’s have a look at you. Would you like to wait outside for a minute, Mrs Price?’ ‘OK.’ Mum went out, but I could tell that she wanted to stay. The doctor put on some rubber gloves and then turned back to me. ‘OK David. Nothing to worry about; can you just undo your gown and then I can have a good look at you.’ With dread I took the gown off. ‘Lie down and make yourself comfortable, this wont hurt.’ She poked and prodded me, got me to turn over and did the same to my back. She had me bending over and then, horror of horrors; she stuck her finger up my bum! ‘Ouch.’ ‘Sorry David, OK, that’s it, would you like to put your gown back on while I go and get your mum.’ She went over to the bin, pulled her gloves off and threw them in and then left the room. I did as I was told and then just sat there. I think I shut my eyes for a moment as I jumped a bit when the door opened. Mum came in smiling followed by the doctor. ‘Well David, you have a kidney infection and that has caused you to feel a bit rough. The only problem is that it may take a little while to clear up and you may feel a bit ill until the infection clears up. I will give you some medicine that will help clear the infection but we do have another problem. ‘What’s that?’ ‘Well, it appears that you are incontinent,’ ‘In what?’ ‘Incontinent. You can’t control going to the toilet.’ ‘I can.’ ‘Look down, what’s that?’ I looked down and saw in horror that I was wetting myself again. ‘Don’t worry, it’s not that unusual. The nurse is going to take some blood and then I think we aught to fix you up with something to stop you wetting your pants.’ ‘What is that, doctor?’ said mum with a worried voice. ‘Well, I think that David needs to use disposable all in ones until things clear up.’ ‘Do you mean nappies?’ Mum said. ‘Yes, I’m afraid so.’ ‘I will get so killed at school, I said with horror in my voice. To be continued…

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Hi, I have a story running on the 'story' section. As it's a serial, I wanted to change the topic discription every time a new chapter goes up. Is there any way I can do this? Thanks

Chapter 2 I sat on my bed feeling sorry for myself. I was determined not to start crying again. After all, I’m a boy, nearly a man now. I heard noises coming from outside. Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was now 6.30, where had the time gone? Peter was making his normal morning noises, laughing and shouting. Mum was trying to keep him quiet but you try telling a 2 year old to keep quiet. He has been worse since he began to walk. He is into everything and has to be watched all of the time. I had suggested to Mum and Dad that we chain him to something but that went down like a lead balloon. I stayed in my room until I heard everyone go down stairs. I got up from the bed, hearing the slight crinkly noise coming from the Pampers. I hoped that it wasn’t noisy enough for anyone to hear. I went downstairs to find mum and dad in the kitchen with Peter, trying to force feed him breakfast. ‘Morning David.’ said Mum. Peter just waved a bit of toast at me and jammed it in his mouth. Dad just grunted, he wasn’t a morning person, and carried on reading the newspaper. I sat down at the table, very conscious of my bulky nappy and poured myself a cup of tea and grabbed some toast. ‘Well David,’ said Mum, ‘what have you put in the washing machine?’ I nearly choked on my toast. ‘Erm, my sheets. I spilt some juice on them.’ ‘How many times have I told you about that?’ ‘Sorry Mum.’ ‘Tell him George.’ Dad just grunted and Mums’ eyes just shot up in her head. ‘Men,’ she whispered under her breath. I quickly finished my drink and toast and got up. ‘David, are you putting on weight?’ ‘Why Mum?’ Your jeans look a bit tight. Perhaps you are going through a growth spurt or something.’ ‘Don’t know.’ ‘Mmm I’ll order you some more jeans from the catalogue.’ ‘OK Mum, I jut need to finish off some homework in my room.’ ‘You should do your homework when you get home at night and not leave it until the next morning.’ ‘Yes Mum.’ I left them downstairs finishing off breakfast and went up to my room. I had finished my homework last night, but I wanted to check up on Percy to see if I was dry. As soon as I got to my room, I pulled down my jeans and felt the nappy; it was damp, but not wet. I was wondering if it would last me the day, the way things were going, it wouldn’t. I pulled my jeans back up and pondered what to do. Then I had an idea. I quickly went over to the cupboard where the nappies were kept and grabbed 3. Luckily, Mum had loads in there and I didn’t think that she would notice any missing. I shoved the nappies under my books in my school bag and then looked at the clock. I would have to leave in a quarter of an hour. I then went to the toilet and pulled my jeans down again and went sitting down. Not much came out as I thought that I was probably empty by now. My nose wrinkled at the smell of stale pee coming from the nappy. I hoped that it would not be noticeable when I went to school. I put the nappy in the pale and then washed myself down there a bit, As an afterthought, I picked up some of Dad’s deodorant and sprayed it liberally over Percy and the surrounding areas and then in the new nappy. I pulled my underpants up a bit and then placed the pampers inside. After pulling up my pants and jeans, I felt the now familiar bulkiness and hoped that it wasn’t too noticeable. I went to get my coat and bag and after saying a hurried goodbye to my parents and Peter, I was on my way. It was cold standing at the bus stop with the other kids waiting for the coach. I was shivering. Then I felt it; that damp feeling. Looking down, I saw that the pampers had not done a good job, my jeans had a small damp patch in the crotch area and the patch was getting bigger as I looked. ‘Bugger.’ Chapter 2

That is what my doctor is worried about. Kidney infections are no fun. Also the chances of chronic prostatitis are high. I've been lucky so far, only a few minor problems in that department, but as I get older, the chances are that I am going to have more serious issues. I don't worry about wearing a nappy because it gives me a small amount of relief from worrying about a public 'incident' lets face it no one notices that you are wearing one, well no one has mentioned it anyway. Perhaps people in the UK are too polite My wife knows about the problem and is very supportive. If she wasn’t happy about my wearing a disposable, then I would probably be more upset. Mind you she works in a nursery and changes nappies for a living!

The thought of going to the toilet 10 feet in front of anyone else makes me shudder. I would have to be paralytic for that to happen

I managed it once. I was in the country and was able to let go, it took 10 minutes for me to go, though. Unfortunately, it flooded and I had a bit of leakage. I seem to lack control, once I go I can't stop. I suppose that’s what happens when your sphincter or whatever it's called is weak. I am hoping it will improve with time. Also I hope that using a disposable will help to break down the mind block that I have when going in public, as hopefully, nobody is aware of what I'm doing. I hope that makes sense, I sometimes feel as if I'm a bit of a freak. I know a lot of people suffer from this, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.

Hi, I'm new to the board so go easy on me. I have a condition called Avoidant paruresis. I have had this since I was a young kid. For those of you who don't know it, it's when you cannot urinate outside of your own home. I suppose it’s the opposite of incontinence. I took this off a website and it explains things better than I can: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avoidant paruresis (also known as 'bashful bladder' syndrome or psychogenic urinary retention) is a social anxiety disorder that involves the inability to pass urine in the presence of others. Avoidant paruresis can start at any age and affects mainly boys or men, although girls and women can also suffer from it. The symptoms are : # Being afraid or unable to urinate when others are nearby. # Sufferers worry that someone might knock on the toilet door, or see or hear them urinating, or be waiting patiently outside. # Feelings of anxiety, anger, and body shyness in provoking situations. These emotions lead to contraction of the internal and external urethral sphincters (circular muscles that voluntarily and involuntarily restrict the flow of urine), both of which must be relaxed for urination. # Avoidant paruresis usually occurs when using public toilet facilities, including those on trains, buses, boats and planes. # Producing a specimen for a medical examination can be especially troublesome. # The condition can also occur at home when there are other people in the house, irrespective of whether or not they are in the bathroom. # The difficulty disappears if sufferers are certain that no one is around or likely to arrive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have virtually all of the above problems. As I say I have lived with it since an early age but it can be a hell of a problem when you are dying to use a toilet and you physically can't go. Anyway to cut a long story short, about a year ago I had hay fever, I suffer every year. I was out working and therefore could not use a toilet. I was dying to go, but, as usual, I couldn’t. I felt as I sneezed I felt a wetness down below and before I knew it, I had wet myself. Luckily, I was close to my car and I had just finished seeing a client (I'm a computer engineer). I covered my car seat with a carrier bag and drove home to change. I didn’t think too much about it until it happened again a few days later. It then got to the stage when I coughed, sneezed ran, I squirted or let go. I had no control over if and when I would let loose. I saw the doctor and the usual tests were all clear. He then said that as I had paruresis for so many years, I had probably weakened or strained the sphincter. He said I could have some drugs but the side effects were not pleasant and should be avoided, if possible. I did try self cathing, but I ended up with pain when I went and a minor infection, so that route was closed to me. Anyway, it was b****y painful using one! He said that apart from that, I could try behavioural therapy and I have just started that. At the moment, I wear disposables. Luckily, I like them because they give me more security when I am out and I don’t have to worry about 'little accidents' Anyway, that’s my story. Has anyone else heard of this problem and if so, how do you cope? Sorry it's such a long post!

Why me? By Nappylove Chapter 1 I was about 5 evidently when I was at last out of nappies, a bit late but I kept having ‘accidents’ evidently, especially at night. According to my mum, she said that I could have wet for England. I suppose that I had better introduce myself. I’m David Price. I’m 15 years old, 5 foot 4 inches small, fairly thin (read weedy) a bit of a nerd and a loner. My story really begins a short while ago. My mum and dad had another baby about 2 years ago, I think Peter was a bit of a surprise as mum and dad said ‘no more,’ after me. Anyway, I go to Rutherford Secondary School and I do quite well. Trouble is, being small for my age and a loner AND a nerd, meant that I was picked on a bit; no I lie, a lot really. Our school has a no bullying policy. Try telling that to the Neanderthals. The usual things happened; accidently being bumped into; taking my pocket/dinner money; threats of torture after school. About a month ago, I woke up one morning very early, it was dark outside still. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5.30. I noticed that I felt damp down below. That was strange. I got up quickly realising with horror that I had wet myself and half the sheets. I took off my wet pyjamas and then stripped the bed. There was a damp patch on the mattress! For some reason, I was crying. I never wet the bed, well not since I was 5 anyway and it upset me more that I can tellto do it now. I picked up the wet smelly stuff and went over to my door, opening it quietly. It was dark in the hall, so I picked up my torch from the shelf, went quietly downstairs and put the soiled sheets and pyjamas in the washing machine. Luckily, we have a utility room at the back of the house and you can’t hear the washing machine from upstairs where the bedrooms are. I knew how to use the washer dryer as I often help mum with the chores (I told you I was a nerd, I’m also a mummy’s boy, want to make something out of it?). I had stopped snivelling by now, but being naked ,smelly and a bit cold, I went back upstairs grabbed my dressing gown and went to have a shower, hoping that the noise wouldn’t wake up my parents or Peter. After cleaning off the stink, I got myself dressed, went down to the kitchen to get a drink of milk and sat down to read a book, Harry Potter, being my favourite at the moment. I was sitting there and then suddenly felt like using the toilet. . I pulled down my underpants and noticed with horror that there was a damp patch on them. Looking at my trousers, there was a smaller wet patch on them as well! Why didn’t I notice this earlier and what the hell is going on here? I finished going to the toilet, pulled off my soiled clothes and ran quietly upstairs to put on some more pants and jeans. I hid the dirty clothes in the bottom of the wardrobe and got some new clothes out. I was just about to put on my clean pants and I noticed a drip coming from Percy. ‘Oh NO.’ I whispered loudly. What to do? I was panicking by now. Then I had a brain wave. I crept into Peter’s room, went over to his drawers and quietly opened the bottom one. Inside were some disposables, I pulled out a few, and quietly closed the drawer. I crept out, went back to my room and over to my bed. I picked up a tissue and wiped myself, I was still dripping and it was becoming a nuisance. Luckily the wet patch on the bed wasn’t that big so I slit a carrier bag in half, laid it over the wet patch and then went to get some new sheets from the cupboard in the hall. I was hoping that during the day, the damp patch would dry up and, hopefully not smell. I remade the bed and then opened one of the nappies. It was far too small for me so after wiping Percy AGAIN I pulled up my underpants and then stuffed the nappy in there, trying to make it even and not too lumpy. My jeans were a bit on the large size, so when I was happy that the nappy would catch any drips or whatever, I pulled them up and over my underpants. Doing them up, I went over to the mirror and saw that the nappy wasn’t visible but I could here a slight crinkling from the nappy. I hoped that no one would hear that as it would be more than a little bit embarrassing having to explain myself. I sat down on the bed to think things out. ‘Why was I wetting myself and the bed? I never do that. I had noticed that I was going to the toilet a lot more lately. Perhaps I had an infection or something. Well, no way was I going to the doctors with that and my parents would laugh at me if I told them. I decided to see what happened, if it got worse, I would check it out, but in the mean time I was going to keep it a secret. You never know, it might be a one off and I would be OK tomorrow. One slight problem, in a few hours I was going to have to go to school and there was PE today. How was I going to hide the fact that I was wetting myself and that I had some Pampers in my pants? To be continued…