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I went to the Depends Web site and have been inspired to tell my friends about my growing incontinence.

I was never a bedwetter as a child, but I've been interested in bedwetting ever since I was a little kid in the mid 90s and saw a commercial for Goodnites. Since then I've bought pull ups and diapers, worn them to bed, and occasionally peed in them. I've never really enjoyed peeing in pull ups, but I like the warm squishy feeling and they can be convenient at times. I've always had this dream of going to sleep in a pull up and waking up with it wet, with no recollection of doing it. It might be worth mentioning that I only like pull ups, I don't enjoy tape on diapers as much. Yesterday I purchased some plastic pants and decided I would try to wet the bed (while asleep) while wearing a pull up. I chose to wear Libero Night Comfort because I had tested those in various positions and they held up well. I took 3mg of Etizolam (similar to a benzodiazepine) between 8:30-9:30, then went to bed at 11pm. Before I went to bed I filled two glasses with water and chugged as much as I could. I fell asleep almost instantly. I woke up at 8:30am and felt my pull up. It didn't feel squishy. I had told a friend about my plan and so I messaged him and told him it failed. But when I got out of bed and took the pull up off, I realised that it was much heavier than a fresh pant would be, and part of the outside cover had a yellow tinge. I compared it to a fresh pant and smelled the inside, and it was very clear that I had peed in it, just not a huge amount. I don't think I drank enough of the water to pee a lot, but I definitely peed in my sleep so I accomplished my goal! I'm so happy! I have some conflicting feelings about it too though. I feel like it shouldn't have been this easy, and I'm going to be worried about taking any kind of muscle relaxants before bed now!

So over the course of the past year, I have been having very poor bladder control during the day. I have been wearing diapers at work for about a year now. There are good days but mostly bad days. Lately I have been waking up in the morning with the worst full bladder fealing. I am able to make it through the night without having to get up most of the time but when i do get up I have very limited time to make it to the bathroom. My main concern is having to deal with night time wettings and just am wondering if anyone else started with daytime problems that eventually led to night time problems. I am aware that a year in diapers has most likely taking a big toll on my bladder capacity and just curious on my odds for the future on losing night time control.

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Chapter One It started innocently but ended badly. I wasn't planning on doing it. It just something I did. It started on the last day of school. I was leaving school sore but feeling good. Final exams was tough both physical and mentally. I was fifteen and just got out of Middle School. I should have been in High School last year. Well the past is the past. I just got to move forward. I unlocked my bike and was about to ride away when I saw a perfect target. I'm not mean kid. I don't beat anyone up but I do love to tease and shamed them. In front of me was a seventh grade nerd. He had braces and looked more like a ten-year old. He was also the same size. He was talking to a girl. The girl was polite and listened while her face told me that she wanted out of there. I walked up behind him. The girl saw me. I put a finger to my lips. She knew I was up to something so she smiled. This encouraged the boy because he though she was smiling what he said. I bent down to mimic pulling down his pants. She nodded. In one swift motion I pulled down his pants. The boy tried to grab his pants but they were out of reach. His shirt was down so you couldn't see his underwear. I took care of that. When I stood up, I lifted his shirt up exposing his underwear, his panties. Yes, he was wearing panties, little girl style. Very Cute. the girl pointed and laughed. The boy struggles with me. He tried to bend down to pull his pants up. I lifted him up. He raised his legs to reach his pants. However, now the girl could get at them. "No," he pleaded. She grabbed the pants and took his pants completely off. He just lost it. Tears ran down his face as he cried. I let him down but removed his shirt as I did it. I handed the shirt to her. She took him by the hand and lead him away. I could hear him crying and other kids call him a sissy boy. "Having fun?" I turned around. It was Annie. My girlfriend. I smiled. "Yes, I am." She frowned. "Aren't you too old for this behavior?" I was taken back. "Fifteen isn't that old for fun." "And yet you're in the eighth grade." "Graduated from the eight grade." She smiled and put her arms around me. "Good for you. It's about time you have made into the High School. I looked into her eyes. "I was only held back once. The second grade. But I am glad to be in High School. No wrestling there. I kept getting pinned even by girls and younger students this year. She kissed me on the forehead. "Almost a second time in sixth grade and third time in seventh grade. You were just lucky. That tutor really worked her butt off to get you by. She felt sorry for you when you came by on open house for fifth graders. You were so polite to her." She shook her head. "I saw the pictures and videos that got posted. The girls always used a cradle hold." She played with my hair. "They held you like you were a little baby." She laughed. "Now on to business. Interested in a job?" I pulled away. "A job? Why would I want to a job for? It's summer break. I worked hard and I need it. Time to have fun with my friends." "It'll be a easy job. Babysitting at night only. The mother is single and has to work graveyard for a month. From 6pm to 6am. You'll be sleeping most of the time." I frowned. "I don't want to change diapers." "He's ten and out of diapers." I put my bike helmet on. "No, and that's final." I rode away.

This morning, what I wore to bed was maybe maxed out and leaked a bit on the bed. Back in grade school, I would of flooded the bed b/c of no protection (emotionally and functional) Well the mattress had it's protection. But That's an old story... It wasn't that bad. Just one of those mornings I had to get up, not wake up. Took care of it, and back in dry pants. Happy in a Nappy. Gawd, what a difference having some control over your own life can mean..

I am looking to find a package (or loose) of Fater Lines Pannolini, which was manufactured by the Italian company Fater in the mid to late 1980's.

The first time i told a friend about my bed wetting was in 5th grade. Me and some friends were hanging out on the play ground. We were telling each other our 'deepest darkest secrets'. My turn came and i told them that i wet the bed. They didnt seamed to shocked because they pointed to the next person and said "ok. Your turn". After that i told one of my friends "omg. That boy over there is realy cute" joking around she called the boys name and said "she likes you" i tried to get her to stop talking so i put my hand over her mouth. She pushed my hand away and said "eww. I dont know if your hand was in your pee". Noone laughed but my face was red. The second time was in 7th grade. My best friend (not from 5th grade) wanted me to sleep to her house on the last day of school before she moves away. We made big plans to do all kinds of fun stuff. Movies. Pizza. Prank calls. Make overs. Well when i was packing i realized i had no more pull ups and my parents could not get me any untill after the sleepover "money dont grow on trees damit". I knew i was gonna have to tell my bf...so i took a deep breath and told her. She didnt laugh. She said oh ok...i think we may have something to put on the extra matress. And that was all she said about it. Luckaly i didnt pee the bed. I woke up dry and was able to chill out in my pjs. Once while i was sleeping over at my cousins house (i was 17 she was 15) i told her that i like diapers. Well she knows that i wet the bed and normaly i wear pull ups when i would sleep over. She knows about my pull ups and seen me put it on many times (we got dressed in her room) but she didnt know i looove diapers. One night instead of bringing the usual pull up with me.. i was bold and took a tabed diaper with me and decided to tell her my secret..we were very close and i trust her with my secrets. I mean, she never told anyone else about my bedwetting. Anyway, nite came and we staerted getting dressed. I pulled out my tabed diaper and she asked "wat is that. Where is your night thong" (night thong is her way of way of saying 'pull up' ...sort of an inside joke because she knows i would never wear a thong) Thats when i came out and told her "i like to wear diapers for fun. It makes me feel realy good wearing them because i love diapers." She then said "i dont have to change you or anything do i...i mean, you do that youself rite". I blushed and still in shock i had just told my cousin this and i told her "um.. noo....i mean i can do it myself" and i begged her not to tell anyone about it. She told me "chill out. Im not gonna tell anyone. Best friends keep secrets". So after that i slipped under the blanket and started putting the diaper on.. at first it was embarassing but then me and my cousin started clowning and joking about it "omg. Its sounds like an baby diaper" "lol. I look like a little old lady" and we started acting like little old ladies (the cranky bitter kind). That was the last and only time i talked to her about it. I kinda regret telling her, but that was 6 years ago...she probably forgot about it...i hope. Hell, as far as i know she probably thought it was a joke. She is the only one i have ever told about my diaper fetish. Have you ever told anyone about your bedwetting or love of diapers?

Is there anyone on here who has access to buy and sell diapers from the Middle East?

I originally apllied to an existing topic but it did not seem to be updating on views so I was not sure if it was even visible. So, I decided to make a fresh topic. if this is a repost on an exisiting topic I appologies. With that said, I have a history during my childhood of bedwetting (I am sure I have mentioned this here before). I did not stop wearing diapers till I was 9 and I continued to have problems off and on through out my life. To make a long story short, a few years ago I had bronchitus twice, became depressed, suicidal...etc starting wearing diapers again because they made me happy and helped me relaxed. I am no longer depressed or suicidal or anything like that, I am through all that (just to make that clear). I since then have been wearing every night to bed because it has just became a habit. They help me sleep better and they make me happy (I dont have to tell you guys that obvoiusly that is not anything new I am sure for people). I do not wear during the day unless I have a day off and even then its usually an ocasional thing. However, since I have been wearing to bed every night, I have been having the bedwetting problem alot again. I feel like I am not in control of the problem and I do not want it to get worse. So I was just wondering if anyone had any advice as to things I could do to be back in control of the problem. Usually I have (through out my life) had it mostly under control with only a few accidents every once in a while but lately its been almost every day. and diaper leaks are becoming more of an issue. I do not want this to be a problem when I meet someone. I want to be in control because I do not want to meet someone and not be confident that I can share a bed without it becoming a problem. I really like to avoid seeing a doctor if I can because that is really expensive and I want that to be a last resort if I can help it. So I was thinking maybe someone with experience in the issue could tell me things I could do maybe to help. I just want to be in control of the situation again.

Usually this happens when I'm dreaming of peeing, but last night was the first time in a long time I can remember actually waking up whilst wetting.

I've long been a lurker on the board. Long, long time. Anyways, I've recently....as in today...decided to participate a little bit more. I had the same thought a couple month ago and posted a short story. Think I took it down. Can't remember. Shame spiral, you know the drill... Anyways, I'm writing because I have on and off been making myself try to wet the bed. The point of my story? I'm conflicted about the whole situation. Obviously the feeling of having no control, having to wear diapers because I wet the bed is appealing for reasons most people on this board can understand. Also, the idea of being with someone who accepts my problems and will treat me the same irregardless is a big turn-on. I have had two relationships in the past where diapers came into play. In the latter the other person ended up being as "submissive" as I, and wetting the bed (not on purpose) herself, and it was a turn-on, but it is difficult for both people to play both parts. Anyways, I have had one accident in the last several months. I had pneumonia and I had just laid in bed to have a nap, and I woke up while I was wetting my boxers. Not sure what the whole point of this post is. I guess I'm just saying hello. In viewing this board for the last several years I have found that people are very kind, accepting and open. Since my last relationship (which heavily involved diapers with both of us) ended, and I moved to a new city and no longer see the same therapist (with whom I discussed the issue at great length), I am pretty much now alone with the whole situation... Not looking to discuss from a sexual point of view, just looking for support. The point of the matter is that I have been depressed and using diapers more, and have tried to train myself (in the different way people are probably familiar with) to wet the bed, but at the same time I do not want to have this problem as I know it will get in the way of a lot of things. CONFLICT. Anyways, that's my rant. You can respond or PM me. Again, having a hard time and just looking for support or advice. -M

The whole bedwetting-desires thing has come up in a few threads. Rather than posting my thoughts in a few separate threads I decided to take my ball and go create my own thread. I’ve been a DL for a long time, and I posted a few years ago the story of when I went almost 24/7 for almost two years. I think I pulled the story, though, because it contained a few too many details in this era of internet lack-of-privacy. The punch line of the story, though, was that I came out of it as an occasional bedwetter, for real. I didn’t mind at the time, and for a year or three (early 2000’s) I sort of encouraged myself, lacking any real relationships or reason not to. My (now) wife and I had been friends for a long time, and when we started seriously dating ~2005, it was relatively easy for me to break the news to her that I had occasional problems. I bent the truth a little; I told her that problems I had had during childhood had re-started due to work stress, etc., and that doctors had not provided any real solutions. Drugs messed me up, alarms just kept me from sleeping, etc. Even after we were married in 2006 I have not corrected this lie. The bedwetting was real, the reason was not. Issues with wetting came and went for me... for a month or three I’d be dry, and then I’d start having accidents for a random period of time, then they would become more and more infrequent, etc. During the times when I was wetting frequently I would wear a diaper, and while she wasn’t fond of the idea she preferred it to waking up in a wet bed. During times when I was “dry

Hey everyone, I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, but I have a question. How often are you finding your self having to wakeup or get up to go pee during the night. For my self I have to go pee about every two hours, talk about tiring. So that usually equals out to five times a night I'm getting up ton go pee. I am on a diuretic so thats one cause and the second cause is I've always had a small bladder. The Diuretic I'm on I have to take two times a day one in the morning and one in the evening so changing the time when I take that medication isn't going to help. I look forward to your guys respond on how often you go during the night. Thanks -Paige

Here is another try at posting this story. It was posted during the lost period in the forums this week. The story is complete, so enjoy. All feedback is appreciated. Roommates by Write and Left At long last I was starting college. No more of the oppressive rules I had to grow up with. No more being punished for something I could not help. I started to unpack before my new roommate got here. My mother had just left and I had to be good, as I did not want her to expose my secrets to the dorm. I pulled all my clothes out of my trunk and started hanging them in my closet. Then I took my supply of Depends out of the bags and put them in the trunk. You see, I wet the bed. This has been the source of many problems over the years and I want to keep it hidden. I then took a combination lock and locked the trunk. Now that my secret was hidden, at least until that night I arranged the rest of my room and got every thing organized. I did not want to argue with my new roommate, so I took the smaller desk and I set up my laptop. I checked that I could connect to the network and thus satisfied, I arranged my textbooks on the shelf above my bed. It was a small room, but I had only brought some clothes and my computer, so I was in good shape. I then made my bed. There was a plastic sheet on my bed and I bit my lip, embarrassed. "Did my mother tell them about my problem?" I thought. I glanced over to my roommate's bed. She had just stopped in, threw her stuff on the bed and went to the bookstore. "No, her bed has a plastic sheet too. They must have put them on all the dorm beds." I lay on top of my bed and stared at the stuff on hers. She had 4 boxes, 2 suitcases, and what looked like some computer equipment. She was still getting raped by the bookstore. I had some time. Maybe I should just peek in her suitcases. No, I would not do that. What if she looked through my stuff? I would not like that. During the brief period of time I saw her, (when we were assigned our room and she brought her stuff from her car) she asked me if I would go to Wal-Mart with her. I lay on my bed waiting for her. Her parents had taken her to breakfast before she went to get her textbooks. My mother took me straight to the bookstore after I unloaded my stuff. I did not argue with her as I had time to unpack. I was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. It was rather hot and I would rather be wearing less. However, I was embarrassed to not be covered more because of some things that happened back home. Since I started wetting the bed my mother made me wear diapers at night. I did not mind too much because it was more comfortable then sleeping in wet sheets. However as I got older, the punishments got worse. When I got to the age that the other girls were starting to shave their legs, my mother said I couldn't until I stopped wetting the bed. I got teased from that time until I graduated. I had some nicknames like Butch Beth and Harry-legged Liz. I also was never allowed to have makeup. When I started high school, on days that I wet the bed, I had to wear diapers starting when I got home from school. I did get a reprieve during times when we were out of the house, but when we got home again it was back in diapers for me. So today, I am not wearing diapers. I will tonight, but I need them tonight. I want to go to Wal-Mart today, so I can get some razors and stuff and finally be able to compete with other girls for boyfriends. The bedwetting thing will hurt my chances, but I do not think I can handle being called Betsy Wetsy and Butch Beth. I grabbed my computer and started playing Solitaire. I was on my 4th game when the door opened suddenly. My new roommate walked in with an armload of books and dumped them on her desk. She waved goodbye to her parents and closed the door. "Hi," I managed to stutter. "Sorry, I had no time to get introduced earlier," she said smiling. "I'm Vikki." "And I'm Elisabeth," I said. "You can call me Beth, if you do not prefix it with anything." "Oops, bad high school nickname, huh? Well I got to get unpacked, then we can catch the bus to Wal-Mart," she said. "How do you know where everything is?" I asked. "My older brother just graduated from here last year," she answered, "He told me where everything is." I lay down and started thumbing through one of my textbooks while she unpacked. She hung up all her clothes and pulled a TV out of one of the boxes and set it on here desk. She also set up her computer. The other boxes she just stacked on the floor of her closet. I did not get to see their contents. She booted up her computer, and with some minor swearing, got it onto the network and then checked the bus schedule. "Okay, its 15 minutes until the next bus." She glanced at my long sleeved shirt and jeans. "You have time to put on something a little more suited to the weather." "No, I am fine," I said. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked me. "Yes, but I will change into something cooler, when we get back from Wal-Mart." "Okay, suit yourself," she said, "It gets hot here." We caught the bus and headed down to the Wal-Mart. I stocked up on chips and pretzels and then went to the beauty supplies. I headed over to the razors and grabbed some shaving cream and disposable razors and threw them in my cart. I then went to the make up area and selected some various items. "Girl, that is the wrong color for you!" Vikki said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Isn't lipstick supposed to be red?" "Well it depends on the person, but I guarantee that bright red lipstick does not go well with bright red hair. The eye shadow you picked clashes with your green eyes. Here get these instead." She selected similar items of more suitable colors. Here I was exposed as a make up buying rookie. The next thing I know she will find out about how hairy I am. I had to get prettied up. If I continued to be ugly and a bed wetter both, no one would ever like me. Vikki was nice so far. I hoped she would continue to be nice if she found out my secret. We got what we needed and headed back to the bus stop. We took the bus back to the dorm and went to our room. As I was unlocking the door, Vikki whispered desperately in my ear, "Hurry up! I really got to pee." I opened the door and she fled past me into the bathroom. I gathered my bathroom stuff together to take a shower and added in my new shaving cream and razors. Then I put the other stuff I bought away. I carefully stocked the refrigerator with the computer scientist's secret weapon: Mountain Dew. I knew I shouldn't drink it with the bedwetting, but not being allowed to drink sodas all these years did not make a difference one way or another in the number of night time accidents. She came out and said, "Hey, lets get a pizza!" "I am okay with a pizza, but can't we do it later, I need a shower now," I said. "Sure, go ahead," she said. "You look all sweaty. I told you to put on shorts." "I will be awhile," I said. "Are you sure you don't need anything in there?" "No, it is all yours," she said. "Go for it." I grabbed my stuff and headed for the bathroom. I peeled of the sweaty layers of clothes and got naked. "Goodbye, Butch Beth," I said and stepped in the shower. After washing, I smeared shaving cream all over my legs and pulled out one of my razors. I then started shaving. I never realized how hard it was. I never had a father to watch how he shaves his face, and women always shave their legs in the shower, so there is never an audience. I shaved off a big chunk of skin the first time. Then after a few nicks, I got the hang of it. I made it through with no fewer than five nicks and the big cut. Then I had to shave the other leg. This time it was easier. I got it done with only one knick. I was then done. I then looked down at my under arms. How was I supposed to shave those? After twisting myself like a pretzel I got into the right position and finally finished. I rinsed off and inspected myself for missed spots. Satisfied, I said, "Goodbye Butch Beth, Hello Pretty Beth." I smiled and then blushed. I hoped Vikki didn't hear me say that. I slid on the non-granny panties and matching bra I got at Wal-Mart and then put a little sleeveless number and khaki shorts on. I had them both and wore them a few times before, but I was always teased when I did so, so I stopped. Now with a few passes with a razor, I looked pretty, not ridicules. I cleaned up the bottom of the shower, which was now a hairy mess, and got every thing gathered up. My self-esteem was rising. I then tried to dab the bloody spot with some toilet paper. It was still bleeding a bit, but it was mostly stopped. It was worth it I thought. I came out and put my stuff away. "Did you just cut yourself in there?" Vikki asked. Does she notice everything? She problem guessed I am a leg-shaving rookie too. And she problem will find out about the bedwetting. This is too close of quarters to hide. What am I going to do? "I cut it a little bit," I answered, "Its stopped now." "Just be careful," she said, "Now I am ready for that pizza." We ate pizza and watched TV all afternoon. We also ran around the dorms meeting people and having fun until bedtime. I got separated from Vikki, and it was late anyway, so I went back to my room. I would have to figure out how to keep my secret a secret. How could I open my trunk and grab a diaper out and put it on without Vikki noticing. If I could get a five minute head start at getting to the room... I open the door and went in. I then notice Vikki had a diaper in her hands. Quickly I closed the door and went to confront her. She snooped through my stuff. My plans of keeping my bedwetting a secret were dashed to the ground. I was in shock. I went up to her and snatched the diaper away from her. "How did you get in my trunk?" I yelled. "You looked through my stuff. I hate you." I turned and ran into the bathroom where I fell to the floor and started balling. What is she going to think? I need diapers and still ball like a baby. My brand new make up was running down my face and now the whole campus would know in a matter of minutes that I wet the bed and wear diapers. Classes hadn't even started yet. Just now she was probably going down the hall waving my diapers around saying, "My roommate wears Depends! Look!" "Let me in!" I heard outside the bathroom door. I was still sobbing. If Vikki thinks I will forgive her... "Give it back!" I heard her yell. "Give what back?" I choked out through sobs. "My thing you took," she said in a lower tone of voice. I slowly opened the door. Her face was bright red. She seemed to be embarrassed. "Give it back," she said pointing at the diaper. "So you can show everyone in the dorm what you found in your roommate's trunk," I said, "I thought we were friends." "I don't know what you are talking about. I am certainly not going to show anyone," she said. "Fine. How did you get in my trunk?" I asked. "It was locked." "Are you saying you have diapers in your stuff too?" she asked. She seemed to feel a little better. "Yeah," I mumbled. I looked down at the floor. "See these are mine." she said. She showed me one of the boxes in her closet. It had two bags of Depends in it. One was open. I opened my trunk. My diapers seemed to be intact. "I guess I owe you an apology. I was trying so hard to hide my night time problem, that when I saw you with one, I only assumed it was mine and the whole campus would find out. I thought you would be mean to me too." "Well I guess there is no harm," she said. "At least we don't have to hide it from each other. I might have reacted the same way if I caught you with a diaper in your hand." I grabbed one of my own diapers. "Well we should get these on for bed then," I suggested. We our are diapers on the comfortable way. We put them on while lying in bed, instead of standing in the bathroom trying to get the tapes right. "Do you think the put the plastic sheet on our beds because we are both bedwetters?" I asked. "No," Vikki answered, "All the beds in the dorm have plastic on them. It's not just for wetters. People drink and puke on them and spill stuff. No one will think that." "Oh, I didn't think about that." "So tell me, was today the first time you shaved your legs or wore makeup?" "Um, yes." "I thought so," she said smiling as she reached to turn off the light. "No one could pick such horrendous colors or cut themselves that many times without being a newbie." "I would have, but my mother wouldn't let me until I stopped wetting the bed. I got called horrible names, like Butch Beth." "I don't think you look butch at all," she said, "I got called Icky Vikki all the time because I had an accident or two a year." "I've been there. I once wet on stage at state choir competition. Even even the choir director called me Betsy Wetsy. My name was Betsy Wetsy in the program for the next concert." "Ouch," said Vikki. "My mother would have put me in diapers for a week during the day as punishment for that." "Yours too?" I asked. "At least you could do things to be pretty. I had to wear shorts or dresses with hairy legs. I got teased left and right." "I am glad you are my room mate," Vikki said. "I am glad you are my room mate too," I repeated. "By the way, when we have exams, we should wear protection. There are no bathroom breaks during exams," Vikki said. "Well lets get some sleep," I said. "Okay, good night."

How many people out there have "learned" to wet the bed uncontrollably? If so, how long did it take to develop the behavior and have you enjoyed the loss of control?