[Sam And Jess]

Oh. What a shame. I hope the missing work can be found, or (please!) reposted.

[Sam And Jess]

Was I dreaming or was there another chaper here, which has now disappeared??

[Sam And Jess]

I love the way Sam is beginning to accept that he needs diapers 24/7, and that he needs to do what he's told. Even when he tries to rationalise his position, he concludes that Jess knows what is best for him.

[Sam And Jess]

Wonderful. You're an excellent writer. Thank you so much.

[Sam And Jess]

Me too...

[Sam And Jess]

Keep going regardless! You're an excellent writer and it's a great story.

[Sam And Jess]

Thanks! I can't wait for the next chapter!

[My Last Night Of D.R.I.]

Yes, thank you. That was a beautifully balanced story.

[Sam And Jess]

I'm glad you're back, NewGuy20. I too have enjoyed 'Sam and Jess'. Thank you so much for it!

You're an excellent writer. I look forward to more Sam and Jess; I'll now read 'My Last Night of D.R.I.'

[Bedwetters?]

I also wet the bed almost every night until I was 15, and about once a week or so after that.

I was married at 23, and began wetting the bed again after the birth of our first child, a daughter, when I was 27. I was diagnosed with a spinal condition for which I had been largely asymptomatic until then. The earlier wetting was supposedly partly due to having an (non-sexually) abusive father.

I managed with a plastic undersheet and absorbent 'Kylie' items (large absorbent mats under the bottom sheet but above the plastic) until my wetting became nightly and was uncomfortable for my husband. With reluctance, I tried adult undergarments, and for cost and efficiency reasons, I finally began to wear toweling nappies and a plastic 'pilcher' (plastic pants over the toweling). I cried for hours the first night I spent in thses, which my husband had to pin me into.

While pregnant again at 29, I began to wet during the day. I was terrified it would become a permanent thing, The urologist said wait and see.

After the birth of a healthy son, I was still wetting during the day. I waited for things to improve, did Kegel exercises etc, but it felt like the condition was a relentless stalker, like a zombie after me. As soon as I droppede my concentration, or let my bladder fill too much, I had wet pants to deal with. I had worn daytime pads during the pregnancy, but I drew the line at nappies.

Eventually, my husband stepped in. We were going to visit my mum, a three hour drive away. Gerry put a nappy and pilcher on the bed as I came out of the shower, and said we weren't going unless I wore them. More tears, but finally a relaxed drive, a change at mum's, and I have worn daytime protection ever since.

Things developed from there, and I now help other people having trouble adjusting to a new life in nappies.