rubbersheetmike

For me the fascination with it started around puberty. Even after I stopped wetting in my sleep I wanted to wet my bed. I think it was a security thing. I kept the rubber sheet on my bed until I was 17 and started dating. I understand your point about the fear of corporal punishment. I got it when I was younger including for bedwetting because it was viewed back then as a discipline issue.

It was shameful just to be put in the bedwetters cabin because all the other campers knew. My bedwetting decreased at puberty and I had only occassional accidents so I was sent to camp with two extra sleeping bags and extra pjs. The application form asked about frequency or risk for those who were identified as bedwetters by their parents. I think the first year I was marked as a moderate risk because I had wet once or twice during the month before the application was dated and the second year I was a low risk because I'd only wet once or twice in the three months before the application was completed. A couple of the regular wetters who were high risk for bedwetting wore diapers. All the beds in the cabin had vinyl covered mattresses. The first year there were five of us in the special needs cabin and the second year there were four. Regular cabins had eight campers in each. Those of us who wet in our sleeping bags had to hang them and our wet pjs on a nylon clothesline behind the cabin. And the cloth diapers some wore were rinsed and also hung out on the line to dry. On the weekend one of the camp staff took the soiled sleeping bags and pjs to a laundromat in the local village to get them washed. I recall that my parents had to pay more for this service when they arrived to pick me up at the end of both stays.

Sleepovers werent a big thing when I was young either. I do remember having to go to summer sports camp for three years in a row. The first two years I was put into the 'special needs' cabin for bedwetters. The last year I begged my mom not to tick the bedwetter box and so I got assigned to a regular cabin. And then I wet the bed part way through the first week soaking my pjs, my sleeping bag and leaking through the thin mattress and onto the floor!

Thats an interesting article. I found the focus on the brain most interesting because I have had life long nurology issues.

Looks like your a young guy. Wait until you get older and you might find yourself having accidents during the day. I dont worry about bedwetting. It happens but is fairly easy to manage. Daytime wetting takes a lot more effort to hide. I cant count the number of times I've lost bladder control. Sometimes I dont even realize Im going until I notice that Im wet down there.

I like to get so desperate that I have no choice but to pee my pants.

I was never diapered at night growing up after the age of 6 or 7. I didn't start to diaper myself until my 30s when somebody I met convinced me of the benefits of wearing. There were lots and lots and lots of wet beds and pjs in between though.

I had the same experience. I wet my bed and and my pants as often as I thought I could get away with it. And that compulsion continued into my adult years and is still going strong.

I never change during the night if I'm wearing. And I wait until I'm ready to take my morning shower before removing my wet diaper.

A few decades ago in my late 20s I met a guy through a personal ad who was also in his early 30s who wore 24/7 and wet in his sleep. I was curious about the lifestyle and somewhat envious but I was too mixed up to make a go of the relationship. I was having sex with both males and females at the time and didnt know whether I wanted to live the lifestyle 24/7 or commit to one orientation either. In subsequent years I often felt guilty about brushing off the relationship because we had a lot in common. I just wasn't mature enough to realize it.

Your probably right. My younger brother was on the spectrum and was a bedwetter throughout his childhood and apparently as an older adult is now dealing with this again. I believe that where I live people also drop off the benefits provided for autistic young people at 18 but if the situation is still disabling they can then apply for government benefits that include income support and some cases include coverage for incontinence supplies if a doctor says they are required.

Is this the same thing as a bladder flush or bladder irrigation? If so I believe it had to be done with a catheter. Some people are okay with catheterization but Im not a big fan. I had it done once when I was younger and found it very uncomfortable. Its my understanding that once the solution drains the urinary system returns to whatever level it was prior to the procedure.

I can't remember disposable products being around when I was a kid either. I said this in a post one day and somebody on here posted an old ad indicating that disposable products were available back in the 50s and 60s. They sure didn't make it to where I lived in an older working class area of a small industrial city. I used to drive around my neighborhood on my bike noticing all the bedding and pjs hung out on clotheslines to dry. My mother was one of the first in the area to get an automatic washing machine and electric dryer but even then she sometimes hung wet bedding out on the line to dry when the weather was good. Those were the days when bedwettting often wasn't treated as a private matter I guess.

My older brother and I were both bedwetters and we shared a room. Every morning our mom would do a round table at breakfast unless she was too hung over and didn't get up before we left for school. She'd still shout from her bedroom though asking if we'd put our wet bedding in the laundry hamper. We had to fess up or we'd get into big trouble. She used to check to see if we lied about it. My mom did wash the peed sheets and pjs until I was old enough to know how to do the laundry myself. Also she's sometimes put the wet sheets and blanket out on the line to dry when the weather was nice and she'd rinse the pjs and put them out to dry as well. Sleepovers with friends weren't a big thing when I was growing up either. And it wasn't considered a medical issue either.

14 is a big family. I grew up in a family of 7 kids, with 3 boys and 4 girls. Both of my parents worked - well my mom usually part-time - and 4 of us kids were overage bedwetters. And my father had a small construction business and worked about 60 hours a week to pay the bills. So our dad wasn't around a lot and our mom had her hands full. And we were relatively close in age with only 9 years separating the oldest from the youngest. I think that in really big families years ago the older kids would often look after the younger ones but that probably isn't as common where the kids are close in age.