Craig

Very true for me.

Thanks a whole bunch! Great stuff!

“Now you are probably still interested in how I have already almost reached OAB - I have already described this in my own blog here” I don’t see a link to your blog you mention about developing OAB. Where would I find it? Sounds very interesting. Thanks!

About $175 a month. Gotta stimulate the economy somehow.

Normal.

Hope you got the people you needed. It looks like a hot topic here with plenty of interest in what you are addressing. I have some familiarity with CBT, but no game-changing knowledge of unpotty training. So, I just don’t see how I could contribute much. I came by bedwetting by not stopping well after the age I should have, then deciding it was fun and exciting, and then encouraging it as I’ve covered in my other posts. Pushing things to a loss of daytime control is of more than a passing interest, but it would be nice to have a degree of assurance of success before starting, along with a plan to compare with the famous 12-Month plan, although just the process is fun. Good luck!

I’m a dummy about this stuff. I thought Kegel exercises and those machines were supposed to help cure or reduce incontinence?

That sums it up very well. In mu case, any discipline was verbal rather than forcing me to wear only pajamas to bed and consequently soaking everything above the plastic sheet. I think that was because the smell would go through the house and anger my father. So, it all was contained with various cloth diapering products and waterproof pants. The effects of that approach I’ve covered in previous posts. If disposable bedwetter pants or diapers would have been available, I’m sure they would have been used which would have made the whole thing a lot less of an issue and task.

Did my father’s hostile words and behavior regarding my bedwetting actually backfire on him and cause it to continue? Maybe. One way this might have happened was via the emotional turmoil he created predisposing me to continuing to wet the bed. The other was more active — I wanted to wet the bed to spite him. And I felt safe in diapers. Then, like I said, diapers became fun and there was no turning back. The question is whether I would have continued as a bedwetter without the hostility and without becoming a diaper lover? Maybe not. Most kids have grown out of this by age 12, right? I was actively pursuing diaper wearing and bedwetting by then. Then again, when I was in my teens I didn’t have to do anything to wet the bed most nights. It just happened. Like now. I can do obvious things to make it more frequent. But after all these years, I’m so accustomed to wetting my diapers while asleep, that I think it long ago became permanent if it wasn’t from the start. Okay, I’m rambling there. Time to bring this post to an end.

Yeah. Parents aren’t always the best at expressing frustrations. Dad was a very rigid man, which could be good sometimes, but not always, and he manufactured stress. “Real boys don’t wet the bed.” Well, how was that to be interpreted? Some boys do wet the bed, and not by choice. And is it then okay if girls wet the bed? Actually, I think bedwetting is more common in males. And vanishingly few do so on purpose. As those on this site who are trying to become real bedwetters know, it’s apparent that it’s not the easiest thing to develop. Like I said, I’m not sure how my bedwetting transformed from something I couldn’t stop into something I liked because it got me the diapers I was starting to crave. Along the way I’m sure I rebelled at my father’s belittling by doing things to make my bedwetting worse. Then it got fun, so it all worked out for the best in a weird sort of way.

Thanks for following up on my post! Best I recall, my parents were torn between (1) wet sheets and pajamas and hoping I’’d grow out of bedwetting on one hand, and (2) having me wear diapers with far less personal clean up time in the morning before school and with far less laundry but with risking the possibility diapers would cause bedwetting to persist. Both were tried. I hated waking up in a wet bed wearing wet pajamas — at least for a while. And I always hated washing so much of myself before going to school. I didn’t like getting up early anyway, and having to practically take a bath made it worse. Diapers obviously made the area to be cleaned so I didn’t smell like pee much smaller. Diapers won out, partly because of my father hating the smell from a wet bed, and partly because I complained about taking a bath or shower before starting the day. And partly out of resignation that bedwetting was persisting well beyond when it should have stopped, and would probably continue regardless of what I would or would not wear to bed. As I’ve said, by the time I hit 8 or so I started loving diapers and wetting them, so I made sure it did persist. Did entering puberty have anything to do with it? Probably. I know I started shaving occasionally around fifth grade, if that’s any indication. But since I’d already made my peace with bedwetting before that, maybe puberty just pushed things on a bit? Hope this makes some sense!

Here’s a different way of answering your great question:. How would I classify my incontinence desires? Fun, lifelong persistent, and with some ups and downs, intense.

That sound familiar. Although, my point of entry to all of this was bedwetting that didn’t stop to wanting diapers and not wanting it to stop sometime between 8 and 10 I guess. I did see an add in a catalog for “incontinent pants” around that time that put the diaper desire into high gear. And so it stayed.

That’s interesting. No, I don’t think attention-seeking was an issue with me. Actually, I wanted a little less attention, at least regarding bedwetting. No siblings. I don’t recall talking to the pediatrician about it, but I would guess my parents did. I think I just really started to like diapers a whole bunch — found them exciting. Bedwetting then went from something I accepted and tolerated until maybe 8 or 9, to something I loved. I know that happened at least a couple years before I became a teen. Mind you, I was a kid so this was quite a few years back. It’s not like I recall all the details back then. But the progress went from thinking bedwetting was normal as a pre-schooler, to being informed it wasn’t and realizing something was wrong and suffering through efforts to fix the problem, to the stress created by my father, to everyone finally just accepting it, to me really liking it and doing the opposite to what one would do to try to stop it. Maybe wanting to spite my father for his making the situation worse by downing water before bed might have played a part? I don’t know. But I think it was the overall fascination with wearing and wetting diapers that was the main motivator. Still is. Anyway, that’s the best I remember it.

We’ve got a lot of stuff in common here: An angry, disgusted father insisting this must stop A mother trying to cope A year or two, off and on, of unsuccessful efforts to stop my bedwetting Parents torn between ending diapers to try to stop it, and my father’s anger at the smell of wet sheets and laundry A final resignation to the situation and providing diapers to reduce the smell and laundry and morning clean up My eventually discovering I loved diapers and bedwetting and determining to sabotage efforts to cure me. My use of what was provided for nighttime to experiment with during the day. Presto, here I am. I won the battle.