Wet Knight

How long has night time been like that ?

I would have put "Other" because of the inconvenience when going on vacation.

Surely, a wet bedpad is as easy to launder as a wet terry nappy.

"Waking up in a cold, wet bed" was probably widely taught at Medical Schools or possibly referred to in Paediatric articles of the Medical press, in the first half of the 20th century, because I remember a hospital consultant, our family doctor and the school doctor all recommending that it would help me to "Grow out of it". This must have suppressed demand, as from seeing and later hearing and reading about homemade rubber pants, it would seem that well into the 1950s, toddler and child sized babypants were not easily available.

Information is still sparse, but as it accumulates there is growing evidence that around 40% of Autistic children are bedwetters. This seems to drop of to 20% at puberty, but in UK, adolescent paediatric care ceases at 18 and those still bedwetting drop out of the system and have to cope as best they can. Thankfully, they have probably been able to squeeze into the largest size of Huggies until they can afford to buy adult bedwetting protection.

In 1962 I bought myself two pairs of white Kleinerts adult sized rubber pants from a rather seedy "Surgical" shop, somewhere near Acton in north-west London. One was Directoire style that came down my thighs, half way to my knees and the other Babypant style. Both pairs had several 1/4" holes punched either side at the hip, advertised as 'for ventilation', but conveniently stopped the squeaking when sitting down, and neither of them had tight enough elastic at the legs, so I used to add an elastic band.

How can a country be called civilised, if the trial is determined by whether the Judge has the same political views as the defendant ?

Presumably you can still use a cath and bag in circumstances that might flood your nappy ?

This has been a very interesting read, thank you dimolicares. It has brought to mind a sort of friend from many years ago. Back in the late 80's, I met a mid 50's guy who up to then had been half wanting to become a bedwetter for years, but was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cope with it. It was long before the internet, so communication was letters, no phone because he was on a "Party Line", and the occasional meeting. and it became obvious to me, that he needed to be made to live as an incontinent, to make up his mind. After some careful planning on my part and having told him what I intended to do, one New Year's eve we went out in nappies where I got him very drunk and with difficulty, got him home to bed. I had remained sober enough to catheterize him and strap on 'belly bag' that I had sabotaged with pin-pricks on the underside, before getting him into an Attends that of course was easily flooded before morning by the leaking belly bag. I was quite surprised that he stuck it for a week, but even more surprised when that autumn, he told me that he had tried it again 3 months earlier, and was managing. I think it was two, but might have been three years later, that he wrote and told me how strange it felt to need to pee in the day, and how essential his nappy still was because it was so easy to know that it was ok if he let it flow, but also, that almost every morning, he woke with a wet bed.

When I, as a civilian, got seconded to "RAF Communications", Where ever I got posted, the Quartermaster had a rubber sheet for me, so I don't think that I can have been the only bedwetter in the service.

That is well written with good use of paragraphs.

Taking everything that might be needed, on vacation, is more than annoying.

You have my sympathy. Bedwetting is an unwanted problem when away from home. .

Mmm. Even after all these years, wetting the bed is deliciously naughty; admittedly, wetting a nappy in bed is more convenient.

Prior to the widespread usage of diapers, neither diaper rash and or bed wetting existed in the world. The simple reason is that a baby was normally naked or placed on towelling material, and would be potted after every meal. This teaches a baby that everytime it wets, it will be cold and uncomfortable. The baby gets used to the feeling and crys as soon as it is wet, and then eventually crys before it wets. Are you sure ? Baby's big uncluttered brain can learn very quickly, in three days something can become a habit. As they sleep for much of the time in the womb, and in the later part of pregnancy, urinate, they are born with no inhibition about wetting, even in their sleep. Babies weren't normally naked. In winter, in much of the world they would have died, and in the 1950s, in the tropics, I saw babies wrapped until they could run around, to stop them being pestered by flies. Breast milk take time to be digested, so potting a baby after a feed would be 'pot luck' that an earlier feed was caught. For their first three months, babies sleep most of the time, so there is little opportunity to know when it is wetting, or, in the tropics, to learn that every time it wets, it would be cold.

Just to add to the confusion, "a rubber" is a close ended tube, very often worn on the penis by young males, when enjoying fornication.

Do Mylesta make a nylon night-time waterproof pant as opposed to a day-time brief ?

Once aroused, what ever by, sexual gratification is about cumming. Does it really matter whether it is in your hand, in a woman or in a man ?

I'm trying to think, where would you have seen "Soo many diapered women's butts" ? The numbers were "36-24-36".

Don't drink tea at breakfast. Make use of all the opportunities for a pee. You can probably wear an Anorak most of the time that you are out, which doesn't draw the eye to the good quality nappy that you wear, just in-case. Re-hydrate in the evening and take good bed protection.

How about taking a trash bag and picking up litter along the street. People who see you feel a bit ashamed that they don't do it and think good about you and may even thank you, which helps your self esteem, and you feel good that you have done it.

I hope that your new quilt / duvet has a breathable waterproof cover.

Mother's Irish cousin lived with us after the war. He wet his bed every night, it could have been stress because he had been living in London and was blown into a hedge when his house was damaged by the last V2, but, years later at a family funeral in N. Ireland, I overheard somebody's wife claiming that she should be a saint for all the sheets that she had washed.