Wet Knight

I recognised the four at the end. They were a sixties group called the Peetles

Nappies sometimes leak. That is what the rubber sheet is there for.

Sleep under a breathable waterproof nursing duvet.

I was 11 when I began to have dry nights. I wanted to still be considered a bedwetter and began wetting in bed deliberately; within 9 months I was bedwetting every night. 10 years later, this became really inconvenient, but despite several attempts, I have hardly had a dry night since. Wetting in bed deliberately is one thing, but I wouldn't advise anyone to try to become a bedwetter.

We have a Bedwetters Club, but unlike most of the other clubs, why is there no way of joining it ?

You must be very pleased by the outcome of the negotiations, today.

It doesn't matter how wet you are before you go to bed or how much you leak, because you sleep between rubber sheets.

God loves you because of, not despite you autism, and He won't "Shut down on you". I have heard that autistic people see the world in an alternative way, so I hope that what I will write is a simplistic example, not an explanation. In a physical way, if you buy a pair of shoes, you try them; same with testing a hard or soft mattress, because you want the best fit or the comfiest and you can prove to your self which is which. Well God wants the best souls in heaven, and giving in to the devil's temptations and the fortitude with which we bare the misfortunes in life are His shoe and mattress test. These are the sorts of thing that your best friend could see and write down in their diary and some liken this to St Peter with a book of your life's faults, blocking you like a revenue officer, at the gates of heaven. In a mental way, you can't very well try an avocado or bubble gum, you have to believe something about them, the ripeness or the flavour. These are things in your mind, about which you can change your mind, that your friend can't see or know, to write down. These are God's 'here and now' tests, things like you forgiving your father and loving him despite all the things that were unkind or that he didn't do, or perhaps accepting that others seem to be more fortunate than you. God hears your prayers, but He might be having trouble getting back to you because you are buried under piles of "why". Jesus sent the Holy Spirit to be with us. If something goes well, instead of thinking "Clever me", say thank you to the Holy Spirit (Every one likes to be thanked), and if you need help, ask him, even if it is trying to find the car keys, a piece of paper that you are sure is on the table some where or that little something that you have just heard drop on the floor. He can also help with quite big things, like bringing one of your ideas that they heard of somewhere, back to mind as something that interests them. I often hear people say "If I had proof, I'd believe", but the whole point about believing is that you do it without proof, and I have found that as a believer, God encourages me with little examples of proof, from the unasked for opening of the hymn book at the correct page or asking the Holy Spirit for a parking slot just before a car pulls away, to people being miraculously healed. To sum up. Be grateful for what you have and be generous with what you have, be it forgiveness, time, comfort or a little money. "Cast your bread upon the waters.................God loves a cheerful giver"............As president Kennedy should have said "Ask not what God can do for me, but what I can do for God". The Holy Spirit is here to help.

This is the first time that I have found your review since the attack. Thank you for the time that you took to do them.

In January my daughter-in-law's nine month old nephew was being breast fed one evening, when he suffered a cardiac arrest. He was given resuscitation by the ambulance crew for 50 miles but suffered brain damage. God didn't take him to heaven for a reason, so I asked for a new brain and a new heart. Mentally, his development is about nine months, but there is still some sort of growth pressing on his heart. Please pray for remission of this growth to save him a very dangerous operation in America to remove it. Bless you.

A man who worked for our family does not believe in the 'near hereafter' . He respects those who are Christians, but says that "When you are dead, you are dead" This saddened me, because he is a good, honest, kind, sober man, who has worked hard and not been bitter about disappointments in life. He is skillful, he was fatherless, he helps widdows, he is not boastful and I am blessed to have known him for over 50 years. At a "Businessmen's Full Gospel" dinner last week, the speaker asked us all to renew our prayer to BE BORN AGAIN in Christ, "For no man cometh to the Father but by Me", and in the wonderful way that the Holy Spirit reveals things, I now have the answer to something that has worried me for many years. Where is their place in heaven for those who lived a righteous life, either without hearing of Jesus of before he was born? The answer is "No man cometh to the Father, but by Me". If Jesus sees the good works that a man does on earth and approves of him, He will meet him and take him to His Father in heaven.

DON'T DO IT. If you have a bladder that works, don't muck it up Wetting a nappy when you want to is one thing, but as a lifelong bedwetter, I assure you that not to having a choice, isn't the fun that you think.

Assuming that I was not overcome by His Glory, I'd thank Him for this wonderful world that we don't deserve to live in.

Our souls, which are for a short time in the care of our bodies, are what we should be mindful about, while alive. While it is OK to play as children without full understanding, when we become adult, we are foolish to squander time on trivial things when we could, through good deeds, be storing up "golden brownie points" in heaven.

To help keep the figures accurate, when the time comes, please tell Elfy that you have died.

The time that I have wasted.

I don't think there is anything wrong with wearing a nappy that clashes with being a Christian, but as St Paul says, 'when I was a child I did childish things but when I grew up I stopped doing them', which brings us to, why wear a nappy instead of ordinary underpants. When it comes to wearing a nappy and wetting it, if faced with the need to pee and it is a choice between either urinating in the public gutter for which there is an on the spot fine, or using the nappy one happens to be wearing, I think God would probably prefer the latter. The fact that one is prepared could be compared to the virgins who had oil in their lamps. On the other hand, if you are at home and it is a choice of your nappy or walking to the bathroom, again, I think God would prefer the latter. These, however, are mere triflings compared with hours wasted on a computer egging others on, when the short life that we have here could be much better spent doing something to promote God's will.

DON'T, please don't wish for that. As a lifelong bedwetter, when it happens every night, it isn't fun. The fun bit is being naughty, and flooding your nappy without a care whether it leaks or not, and feeling the warmth spread out and the wet trickle everywhere.

I bought a pair of those pants and a pair of their directoire's in 1962. They were the first adult waterproof pants that I had ever seen, and they gave me the freedom to visit a night or two away from home. They had a delicious, rubbery scent and lasted for many years before the elastic failed. Their only drawback was that they had 6 or 8 ventilation holes punched at either hip, but I soon patched that with an old balloon.

I agree, much nicer than just waking wet, not knowing when you wet and not having enjoyed it.

And I wish I was in your area, there aren't enough guys of our age to chat with.

'Kinky Diaper' rubber pants and a folded flat 48" at night, as I easily flood a 40", but if I go away for a single night, it's a 60" using a chinese fold. Any more than a night and I have to resort to medium disposables and a large baby nappy as a stuffer.

I see that there are quite a lot of aquatic centers in NJ. Go and look at Butyl rubber pond liner.

I was 16, going on 17........... As a bedwetter every night, I convinced myself that a girlfriend was unattainable.