rubbersheetmike

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Better to wear and wet a diaper than to get a fine for public urination. I got fined for it about a decade ago. When 'caught short' and not wearing a diaper I have since then peed in my pants.

I hadn't thought of it for awhile, but being made to wait to pee is a big turn-on for me as well. It brings to mind my two humiliating pants wetting incidents in high school where in the first one I was in an exam hall and was afraid to put up my hand to ask for permission to pee and in the second one I was told by the supervising teacher to wait for 15 minutes until the end of a detention period and my bladder couldn't hold out that long.

Do you think that was the reason for no wet beds? I shared a room with my older brother and we were both overage bedwetters. We had to go through the nothing to drink after dinner except a glass of water (I took meds before bed). We also had to endure the 4 am waking routine for a couple years. Neither strategy seemed to end the bedwetting issue though.

From my mid 20s until my mid 40s I had no actual accidental bedwetting accidents. And then one night in my mid-40s after I attended friends birthday party I woke up soaked. And I was sharing a place at the time so I remember the shock and horror part - as in 'what can I do so nobody will know about it' - but also the excitement. It brought back feelings I thought I had long suppressed especially the unique kind of shame an overage bedwetter feels when they know most people think its wrong but you feel like its so right.

It must have been really hard to be the only one. I grew up in a family of overage bedwetters. I had two brothers and a sister who did it too. My older brother who shared a room with me wet his bed more often and to an older age than I did. I think it ran in my fathers family because we had cousins on our fathers side who were our age and wet their beds into their teens. One of these cousins who was my age stayed at our house for several months when I was in early high school (I think because his dad was in jail and his mom had to farm the kids out so she could work?) still peed his bed every night. Our mom was used to dealing with it so maybe thats why she agreed to let him stay at our house. I did have a medical problem, chronic epilepsy, and I don't know if there was a connection between that and my bedwetting. My daytime pants wetting at school in Grades 5 and 6 was thought to be caused by "absence" seizures I was having at the time that were different from the convulsing seizures I usually had. The medical issue kind of got me off the hook unlike my older brother who was punished. I grew up in the era before disposable products were commonly used. So wetting the bed meant waking up with soaked sheets and pjs in the morning. I had a rubber sheet on my bed and an absorbing pad between the rubber sheet and the bedsheet. Our mom talked to neighbor moms and our relatives with kids about our bedwetting issues. It was embarassing to hear her discussing it but I guess back then privacy for kids wasn't taken all that seriously. But you and others who wet the bed shouldn't feel like losers for it. As a doctor once told me pee is mostly water and it washes off of us and out of clothing and sheets. Disposable products have also probably made dealing with it easier as well.

I'm used to dealing with bedwetting and know the triggers. But recently I had a major pants wetting incident and wondered if others on here deal with this as well. Usually I wear pullups during the day if I'm going out for any length of time. It's just a precaution because I deal with both urge IC and incomplete voiding. In the later case my bladder continues emptying into my pants after I figure I've finished at the toilet or urinal and then zip up. Its caused quite a few wet crotch and wet inseam situations until I learned to wear daytime pullups. Anyway last Friday evening I joined some friends at a nearby pub for a few pints. I didn't wear pullups because the pub has a men's room with only a single stall as well as three urinals. My pullup has been spotted when I could get the stall before which leads to some interesting looks and a couple times some questions, like "Hey man are you wearing a diaper?" when I've unzipped and pulled down the front of my pullup to take a leak. On Friday I used the stall once after having three pints but when I left I quickly felt the cold and got desperate. Walking the four blocks home became a effort in attempting muscle control. I passed by an alley that I've used before to take a leak. But some businesses in the area have complained about what the locals sometimes call "piss alley" and its now more heavily patrolled by police especially in the evenings and into the early mornings as bars and restaurants in the area close. I got a public urination fine there a while back so I've avoided it ever since. I got as far as being about half a block from my apartment when I felt that unmistakable feeling that my bladder wasn't going to hold out any longer. I looked around and couldn't see anybody else on the sidewalk and just stood still and let my bladder empty. It was a feeling of amazing relief. And then the reality of the cold air hit my legs hit. There was a fairly big puddle on the ground at my feet and some of my pee had gone into my left sock and shoe. Oh well, it's only beer pee I told myself, so not hard to clean up. I got into my building, hoping nobody else would come out, and quickly headed to my apartment and pulled off my wet pants, underwear and socks. I had a couple glasses of water to take my evening meds and dilute the alcohol and then put on an overnight diaper and went to bed. And I woke up with my diaper soaked at about six in the morning, rewet it and went right back to sleep.

I got a prescription cream for this that I think has steroids a few years ago. I filled all my repeats and still have a bit of it left. I use it when I need it.

It's a hassle for sure. I don't wet myself every night but the worry that I might keeps me up if I'm not prepared.

Back in the old days when I was growing up it was easy to tell where the bedwetters lived by driving around the neighborhood on my bike and looking at the laundry on the clotheslines.

Thanks for the reference to the study about a possible genetic link. The article also mentions the link to ADHD and although I don't think this condition was understood decades ago when I was young my parents often called me "hyper" along with some other less complimentary names.

My parents didn't realize it or I think they didn't. My mother said that she'd take the rubber sheet off my bed after a certain period of time as long as I had no accidents. She thought it was an incentive for me to stay dry but I wanted the rubber sheet to stay on my bed so I made sure to have enough "accidents" - usually at least one every 4 to 6 weeks - to keep the rubber sheet on the bed. It was like a security blanket for me. I kept it on the bed until I was 17 and then had it removed. By that time my brother had moved out of the room and I was dating and having the rubber sheet on the bed wasn't helpful for getting to second base or better, if you know what I mean.

Accidents at school used to be pretty common when I was growing up. I'm over 60s now so went to school many decades ago when schools were a lot stricter than they are now. We had to get permission to leave class if we had to go to the bathroom and it was sometimes really embarassing to ask to go. I had three or four accidents in elementary school and then a couple in high school. I used to sit beside a guy in 3rd grade who peed his pants almost every morning before recess. We shared a desk but had separate seats. There was a puddle at his feet on most mornings. And I remember a girl in 6th grade who wet her underpants. She at least shifted up her skirt so only the panties got wet. I envied that she could do this.

Did anybody ever notice that and ask you about it? That would have been embarrasing. When my bedwetting decreased after puberty I used to pee in the bed on purpose so I could keep the rubber sheet on my bed. I used to be careful to make sure my older brother who I shared a room with and my mom never figured it out.

Wetting the bed makes me feel like a naughty boy when I wake up soaked in the morning.

I kept a rubber sheet on my bed until I was 17. Even after my bedwetting decreased during puberty I always made sure my bed was wet often enough that my mom would keep protection on my bed. By 17 though I was dating and I figured it was more difficult to get to second base or beyond if the rubber sheet was still on the bed.

I appreciate your perspective on this. I hope your wife and your own health are better. These days at least we can all indulge our fantasies and fetishes on the internet.

I'm not sure that first line is necessarily accurate. A good friend had a son whose bedwetting had stopped a couple years earlier but then resumed in the middle of the turmoil at home caused by a nasty divorce and custody battle. When the problem became obvious the son was allowed to wear pullups at night to deal with it. I think he appreciated it and within several months his accidents decreased significantly. The solution has to involve not making a big deal about it.

As I get older I find my sexuality is almost entirely fetish dependent. Ive gone through phases in my life from considering myself straight in my late teens to bi in my 20s to mainly gay in my 30s. Now that my sex life is pretty much entirely virtual (online) I think of myself as basically pansexual. I can get aroused by anything that intersects with my fetishes no matter the gender or gender combination.

Looks like we're about the same age. Bedwetting was handled a lot differently for many of us when we were young compared to the way it's dealt with now. Back then it was viewed as a disciplinary issue in some ways and the belief was that the more uncomfortable and embarrassing it was the sooner you'd 'get over it' and be dry at night. Nowadays of course there are all the disposable products and its usually viewed as a medical or hereditary issue.

I grew up in a dysfunctional household like a lot of other people I suspect. It was back in the days of the "baby boom" where people married young and had big families. My parents who had seven children couldn't cope. One of my sisters who has spent years in her adult life under psychiatric care was told our mother who was a serious alcoholic probably shouldn't have had any children. Apparently even though we didn't know this when we were kids some neighbors called childrens services and we could have been removed from the home. My father had to convince them he would deal with the situation although he wasn't particularly successful. And back in those days parents could pretty much punish their own children any way they thought was right. I used to cry at the breakfast table when I'd wet the bed hoping it would get me enough sympathy to avoid punishment. It worked sometimes and sometimes it didn't depending on my mother's mood, who did most of the punishment for it until I was about 13, or as one of my brothers says depending on how hung over she was. It was a stressful upbringing for sure.

I think the way its dealt with when we're growing up affects us for the rest of our lives. At least that was the case for me. I had two brothers who were overage bedwetters too and also a sister who was. My sister's bedwetting was dealt with entirely differently. It was dealt with quietly and essentially secretly. But my father wouldn't let us boys wear diapers after about 8 or 9 because he thought it encouraged our bedwetting. We had to deal with wet pjs and sheets and a lot of criticism like "When are you ever going to grow up?" And spankings too although the intent was more to instill shame and embarassment than anything else. Funny how these things carry through into our fetishes in our adult lives right?

When I was young before I entered puberty I disliked wetting the bed. Into puberty and afterwards though even though my bedwetting reduced a lot by the time I was 13 I didn't want my mother to take the rubber sheet off my bed. I kept it on until I was 17 with strategic bedwetting on purpose mixed with a few accidents. And then I started dating and having a rubber sheet on the bed didn't help when trying to get to second base so I took it off. But I always retained by attachment to having a wet bed.

It makes sense. In my family my father was totally opposed to diapers for overage bedwetting because he felt it made it easier to keep wetting the bed. I had two brothers and one sister who were also overage bedwetters. I don't think our father ever came into my room unless he was angry enough about something to spank me. So the workload fell on our mom who taught us how to use the washing machine and dryer as soon as we were old enough to do that. We only got into trouble if we didn't clean up on our own in the morning. I often would take off the wet pjs and move over to the far side of the bed and sleep in. And I just rolled all the wet stuff into a ball under the bed when I got up in the morning. That sure got me into trouble enough times. Mom would just hang the wet pjs and sheets out on the line to dry and put them back on the bed and tell me if I was too lazy too clean up I would just have to sleep in the soiled bedding and pjs to learn my lesson.

Great attitude.