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Hello! English is not my native language, so please excuse the mistakes. I hope you like it though. Chapter 1 Amanda was a young, pretty, fun-loving 35-year-old girl who had a job in the management team of a company, which, although demanding, she enjoyed a lot. She liked to play sports, go running and enjoy plans with friends. In love, after many years of freedom, of comings and goings, she was finally falling in love. A few months ago she had met Paul, a co-worker, a couple of years older than her, shamelessly handsome and charismatic. Paul and Amanda were a successful couple and everything seemed to be going well for Amanda until a small problem destabilized her life… That night, when she got home, Amanda felt bad. She had back pain and a fever. She decided to take a paracetamol and go to sleep, but it was impossible… the pain did not subside and the constant urge to pee did not allow her to rest. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought. The symptoms did not subside, she felt worse and worse and decided to go to the hospital. As she got out of the taxi, she felt the urgent need to pee again… shit, again? I went to the bathroom 20 minutes ago… She entered the hospital and headed towards the bathrooms; the need was getting stronger, she reached the bathroom as quickly as possible, but not quickly enough so that she didn't wet her panties before sitting on the toilet. Great, just what I needed… I peed. The pants were practically dry, and being dark, it wasn't noticeable. But the underwear was very wet, so she dried it as best she could and put some toilet paper on it. Sore, tired and embarrassed, she went to the waiting room until her turn came. Fortunately, there weren't many patients and they attended to her quickly. She told the doctor about the symptoms she had (although she was spared the embarrassing accident she had had when she arrived at the hospital). Suspecting that it was a urinary tract infection, due to the high fever, they decided to admit Amanda to do the tests. Blood tests, urine tests, an ultrasound… the doctor soon came back to confirm her suspicions. Indeed, she had a strong urinary tract infection that reached her kidneys, so she would stay in the hospital until the symptoms began to subside. Once in the room, she had to put on that horrible hospital robe; she went to the bathroom again, the urgent need to pee had returned. This time, she managed to do it in the bathroom, although her panties were still wet. She didn't say anything. She put on the robe and got into bed. The nurse came and placed the drip with the antibiotic and some pain medication. You'll feel much better with this, you'll see. Amanda was exhausted, the medication began to take effect and she fell asleep. Amanda, awake. It was the nurse. How long have I slept? She was dazed. When she moved, she felt a strange heat in her crotch. It can't be. When she touched herself, her suspicion was confirmed: she had peed. Do you need something? Are you okay? She couldn't pay attention to what the nurse was saying, she was dying of embarrassment. It seems that you have rested all night, that's good. I'm going to take you off the medication so that you can go to the bathroom to wash yourself more comfortably. Well, when she leaves I'll clean up the mess without anyone knowing and I'll be able to shower. She removed the IV and the drip. -That's it, Amanda. Now I'm going to help you get up and I'll accompany you to the bathroom. After so much medication, you might get dizzy. -It's not necessary, really. I feel very well. Thank you... But before she finished the sentence, the nurse had already uncovered the sheet and was preparing to lift Amanda... When she stood up, the nurse saw everything. -Wow, now I understand why you didn't want my help. You peed, right? Amanda was completely red in the face from embarrassment, she didn't know what to say... -I'm sorry, I don't know what could have happened to me... -Relax, it's completely normal to have episodes of incontinence with the urinary infection you have. Don't worry. Now I'm going to bring you clean clothes to let them know so they can change your sheets. The nurse called the nursing station: please, two assistants to attend to an incontinence in 317. Earth, swallow me- thought Amanda. The two assistants came with the cart; they gave Amanda clean clothes and a towel and started changing the bed. Surprisingly, they all acted completely normally, it wasn't an intimidating situation and that eased Amanda's embarrassment. Amanda was able to shower and when she came out, she felt much better. She put on her new robe and some very unsexy cotton panties that had been left on the bed. It was 7:30 in the morning. She called her secretary that she was sick and sent a few urgent emails to her team while she was having breakfast. She thought about Paul, he would be arriving at the office soon and he would be surprised not to see her… she sent him a message: I'm not feeling well today. I'll be working from home. XXX. And suddenly, the damn urge to pee came again… When she got up from the chair, the urge was already uncontrollable, as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she began to feel the humidity, she was leaking pee again... she sat on the toilet to finish, but her underwear was already very wet. Fuck, again... what do I do now? She remembered the naturalness with which the nurses had treated the subject, so she decided to ring the bell and ask for help; it was a better option than being with wet panties and besides, they would probably end up finding out. -Do you need something? - said the nurse when she entered the room and looked towards the bathroom. -Yes, you see... it's that I was sitting and I had the urge to go to the bathroom again, and it was very urgent, and well... well... I didn't have time to get to the bathroom and I got my panties a little wet. -Oh, Amanda. I'm sorry. Don't worry, I've already told you before that it's totally common and normal with the infection you have. I'm going to get a change of clothes, you can wash yourself in the meantime. The nurse came back with some special panties… -Here, Amanda, I brought you these pants, they are absorbent panties; that way, if you have another accident, you won't get wet. -Diapers? No, I don't need those… -No, they're not diapers, they're panties. You can go to the bathroom whenever you need to, but if you leak, you'll be safer and more comfortable. No one will notice. Amanda hesitated, but she had no choice but to accept them… -Okay, I'll put them on. Chapter 2 The doctor who had seen her the night before came and explained that it seemed like the infection was starting to subside. She would be given a new round of medication in the morning and the tests would be repeated at noon. If everything went according to plan, she could go home in the afternoon. Amanda felt calmer after listening to the doctor, but she was still very worried about her uncontrollable urge to urinate and her incontinence. She didn't dare ask the doctor about them and she hoped that with the new dose of medication, the incontinence episodes would end. The cell phone rang. It was Paul. He hesitated to answer, but finally he did. -Amanda, why you didn't tell me that you were in the hospital? I heard your secretary telling Lis about it by the coffee machine. -I didn't want to worry you, I'm fine, really. I've had a bad urinary tract infection, but it's going away now. I'll probably go home this afternoon. -I'll take care of some urgent matters and I'll go. -No need, Paul, really.- Amanda didn't want Paul to see her like that, in that horrible robe and her absorbent panties.-Besides, today you have to be at the executive meeting and you know it. There's a lot at stake, and you have to give me the most relevant information from that meeting. -Okay. But tell me what the doctors tell you and I'll stop by your house in the afternoon. I'll bring you dinner and take care of you. -You know I can take care of myself very well, Paul. -I know, but I want to keep you company and pamper you. And if you're recovered, do those things you like so much… Amanda blushed, she was getting tremendously excited just by his proposals…Paul was driving her crazy in bed. A cramp pulled her out of her daydreams of pleasure and she realized she had to go to the bathroom again. -Okay, okay, Paul. I'll leave you, the nurse is coming - she lied - Kisses. She jumped out of bed and when she got to the bathroom she noticed the first drops of pee escaping. She managed to finish doing it in the bathroom. The absorbent panties had saved her from another embarrassment. She put them back on and went to the chair. Then the nurse came with the new dose of medication. -I'm going to give you the antibiotics again as the doctor explained to you. Would you rather be sitting here or lying down? -Sitting, please, I'm going to work in the meantime. -Okay, although it's important that you rest. With the drip, you have to be careful when you go to the bathroom, so if you have to pee, call us. -Thanks for everything. An hour later the urge to pee came back. Amanda quickly rang the bell for a nurse to come. The urge was increasing, the urgency was getting stronger…they opened the door to the room. -I need to go to the bathroom now, it's urgent, please.- said Amanda with great concern. -Calm down, I'll help you now. The nurse moved the drip and helped Amanda stand up. -Quickly, please, I can't hold it in any longer. And Amanda put her hand on her crotch to hold back what was already coming out uncontrollably… -I can't, I can't. I'm getting wet. Let's go to the bathroom. -Stay here, Amanda, it's okay. You're wearing incontinence panties that will absorb the pee. I'll get the changing cart and help you clean yourself up. When the nurse came back to the room, Amanda was still standing, dying of embarrassment and sobbing. -I'm really sorry, really. I'm really sorry. How embarrassing! I peed myself completely. -That has an easy solution. I'll change you right now. -Thanks, but I can do it myself. -Honey, you have the dropper on, you can't change yourself. And the nurse told her to lift her robe and her pants were completely soaked. With sublime delicacy, she took off her absorbent panties and cleaned her private parts. Then, she put a clean pair of pants on her again. -See, that's it. Completely dry. Nothing happened here. -Thank you, Katie. From the bottom of my heart. When will I stop having these urges to pee? -You have to talk to the doctor about that, she'll explain it better. But as the infection goes away, you'll get better. The dropper with the medication was almost finished, so the nurse took it and a few minutes later they came to repeat the tests. Amanda was looking forward to going home... she was tired, she felt better, but the shame of her incontinence had her worried. After the tests, they brought her food. When she was done, the nurse came to see how she was feeling. -I'm much better. -I'm glad. I'll check on your pants in case you need a change. -No need. I'm dry. But still, he lifted her from the chair and checked her absorbent panties. -It seems dry, yes. Do you want to go to the bathroom? -I don't think I feel like it, but I'm going to try. Katie accompanied him. She sat on the toilet and immediately began to pee. When she got up and put her pants back on, she noticed a little stream of pee escaping. -Ouch... - and she put her hand on her crotch. -I think I've leaked. I peed a little. The nurse checked his pants again. -Nothing, just a few drops. We don't need to change you. Your bladder isn't right and you haven't emptied it all in the bathroom. Amando returned to the chair and continued working. An hour later his doctor came along with another colleague. -Amanda, we already have all the results. You have had a strong urinary tract infection, apparently, from not emptying your bladder often. How often do you usually go to the bathroom? -I don't know, honestly, since I was promoted a year ago, my job is very demanding and I don't even have time to go to the bathroom. Maybe twice a day, or three... I'm not sure. -Holding back the urge and not going to the bathroom is dangerous. In your case, it has caused an infection, but it has also altered the functioning of the urinary tract. That's why Dr. Cross, an incontinence specialist, is here with me. -We have seen in your records that you have had several episodes of urgency incontinence since you have been here, and that at night you also had an episode of enuresis. Have you had urine leaks like these before? -No, never. Well, the usual thing is sometimes running, a few drops. Or sometimes in a pub, having a few beers and queuing in the bathroom, well maybe a little bit, yes. But nothing like what happened in the last few hours. -We believe that the incontinence is not only due to the infection; this has accentuated it, but your pattern of functioning of the urinary tract is altered. Your bladder is less sensitive, that is why you notice this sudden urgency and you cannot get to the bathroom: It is called urgency incontinence and perhaps you also have overactive bladder. -But you are going to cure me, right? I don't want to have any more accidents. -We need the infection to go away completely before treating the incontinence. You will take medication for the next three days. Then, we will wait another week. And in 12 days we will see each other in the office to check the infection and decide the next step. -And while I will continue to leak urine? -It is most likely, although we cannot guarantee when or how. That is why we are going to send you this urination diary so that you can write down every day the accidents you have, the quantity, what you were doing... it will be very helpful. It is very easy to fill it out, you have an application for your mobile phone that will make it easier. Doctor Cross continued: -We also want to talk to you about absorbent pads for incontinence. We understand that it may be somewhat embarrassing, but it will help you manage leaks. I am going to make you three recipes: -Maxi pads: they are discreet, although they are the least absorbent option. They could be useful for times when you always have a bathroom nearby and you are not going to drink a lot of liquid. -Absorbent panties (Day): absorbent underwear, they are discreet, and in different colors (black, pink...). I assure you that no one will notice. It doesn't prevent you from going to the bathroom, but if there is a bigger leak, you will be well protected and you won't get your clothes wet. - Absorbent panties (night): they are the most absorbent and the least discreet, perhaps a little bulky, but just enough so that if you have leaks during the night, you don't have to change constantly; and in case there is another episode of enuresis, you don't wet the bed. I'm also going to give you this brochure that deals with the different absorbents that there are and how and why to use them. - I'm overwhelmed with so much information... but thanks, I guess. They agreed to an appointment for a consultation in two weeks, the doctors said goodbye. Amanda stayed reading all the information they had given her while her world collapsed. Again the urgent need to urinate took her running to the bathroom. She felt a small leak when she pulled down her panties, but she was able to control almost all of them. She wished with all her might that this would end soon. She gathered her things and got everything ready to leave. When she was ready, she called Katie to say goodbye and thank her for her care. “Thanks, Katie. You've helped me a lot.” “You're welcome, darling. Take care of yourself. I'm sure it'll go by quickly.” She handed her a clean pair of absorbent panties, “in case you need to change before you get home.” She took a taxi, but before going up to the house she stopped at the nearest pharmacy to get the medication and incontinence protection that had been prescribed for her. When she got home she went to the bathroom. She didn't feel in a hurry, but she didn't want any more accidents… She took a shower and chose to put on a pad instead of absorbent underwear. She put on her pajamas and sat down to work in her office. It was 7:00 p.m. when Paul called her on the phone: “Mandy, love, how are you? I just finished the meeting and everything went great. Your team has defended your proposal wonderfully and everyone was delighted.” Roger will call you later to congratulate you, he was very happy with your work. Amanda was happy, although not as much as she should have been… she was very worried about her incontinence, she wasn't very embarrassed that Paul found out. - Great! I'm happy. I groan a lot. I'm better, already at home, going over the details of the meeting. I still have to take medication for three more days, so I won't be back until Monday. Tomorrow I'll work from home. -No problem. I'll pick up my things and then I'll stop by your house. I'll bring you dinner. -No need, Paul, really. I'm tired and untidy. Better another day. Her voice sounded worried. -Come on, Amanda, you know I like you a lot, untidy, and tidy. I'm going to take care of you. Look, we'll have dinner soon and then I'll go home and let you rest. I'm not going to take no for an answer. -Ok. Don't insist... - A kiss. Amando was about to cry; he would have done so if it weren't for the fact that the urge to pee urgently had returned. When he got up from the chair he noticed the first drops escaping, he ran to the bathroom, but it was too late, he was getting wetter and wetter. The pad had overflowed. She sat down in the bathroom with her pajama bottoms on… anyway, what does it matter, I'm already all wet - she thought. When she finished, she took off her clothes, dried herself and changed. Maybe I'm not ready to use pads yet… - she told herself. And she took one of the absorbent panties for the day. She looked at herself in the mirror. The truth is that they were quite discreet, black, and not very bulky. She put on pajama pants and a sweatshirt and looked at herself in the mirror again. I don't think anyone would suspect that she was wearing a diaper. A diaper - she thought - is not panties, underwear does not absorb pee… what an understatement. She gathered everything up, put the packets of incontinence pads in her closet. And she tidied herself up a bit. She looked pretty. She didn't know what to tell Paul, of course, she didn't want him to know about her accidents, she was determined to hide it from him. The doorbell rang. It was Paul. Chapter 3 -Honey, I brought you sushi. Your favorite. How are you? -Mmm… That's good! Thanks. I'm fine. They sat down to eat at the small table in the living room. But not before visiting the bathroom; she didn't feel like peeing, but she didn't want any untimely accidents. Amanda would have sat next to Paul, but she didn't want to be too close to him, she didn't want him to discover her secret; so she sat in front of him. They began to chat about work and the meeting with the executive. They looked at each other, laughed and made gestures or jokes that only a couple of newly in love would understand. Amanda was enjoying herself, she always did with Paul, he had the ability to make time pass very quickly…. They got to dessert, and along with it, the urgent need to pee. She got up and, apologizing, ran to the bathroom. She noticed the first jets of pee escape when she opened the door, but she reached the bathroom. She examined the diaper, it was wet, but not that wet. She had left the packets of pads in the cupboard, she had no excuse to go get one, so hoping that Paul would leave soon, she put on the same incontinence panties. “Honey, are you okay? You seem distracted,” Paul told her. “Yes, everything is fine, nothing is wrong; I'm just a little tired.” “Come here, Mandy,” he approached her while hugging. Amanda tried to avoid the hug, but she couldn't. She needed it. She was tired, overwhelmed and worried. The last 24 hours had been crazy. Paul began to kiss her, to look into her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he told her. Amanda smiled and hugged. This was starting to get out of hand… his smell, his kisses, his way of touching her… she was starting to get excited. He had that power over her, it excited her tremendously. And she could feel his bulge through his pants. The temperature rose and they began to touch each other, to kiss, to desire each other… and Paul grabbed her ass hard to lift her onto the kitchen counter. At that moment, Amanda was aware of the situation - no, no, it can't be… - she thought. He's going to discover that I have a diaper on, and it's wet on top of that. She abruptly pushed Paul away: - Stop, I can't. Leave it, okay? - Hey, calm down, it's nothing… I, no, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. And Amanda started to cry. And Paul was perplexed looking at her. He had never seen her cry. She was a strong woman, sure of herself, a boss, a born leader. And his heart broke at so much vulnerability. She hugged him tightly, very tightly. - This last day has been very long. The hospital, the infection, knowing that I'll need time to recover... I'm sorry, I didn't want to cry, but all this is too much. -Amanda, calm down, I'm by your side, okay? Tell me everything. What's wrong? She looked at him, there was Paul, that charismatic, tremendously handsome man, who drove everyone crazy when he passed by; and who excited her to the point of embarrassment. She was afraid, very afraid of confessing the truth to him, of telling him that she was leaking urine, that he would run away. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. -I can't, I'm so embarrassed, Paul. -I'm starting to get scared. Is the infection serious? -It's not that; the infection will go away in a few days, but lately I've been going to the bathroom less, you know how busy I am... it seems that's the cause of the infection, but not the only symptom. She had a hard time continuing, finding the words…And Paul caressed her hand. -My bladder has become hyperactive, the urge to go to the bathroom appears with imperious urgency…I need to go, no matter what…I can't hold my pee for long…and, well, well…e..e..e…I've had some episodes of incontinence these last few hours… -Amanda finally confessed, covering her face, embarrassed.- It's called urgency incontinence and until the infection is completely gone, they don't know what steps to take to solve it. I have an appointment in two weeks with the doctors and we'll see how it evolves. -Honey…don't worry. We'll find a solution. It's okay to wet your panties a little… -I'm not sure it's “a little”. And well…technically I don't wet my panties, but the incontinence underwear they've prescribed me. Paul smiled, he thought it was sweet, close, that his girlfriend told him she was peeing. That confidence, in a way, also excited him. -Yeah... I'm starting to understand why you didn't want me to touch you before, right? -That's it... I didn't want you to know that I'm wearing incontinence pads. I intended to hide it, but I couldn't. I understand that you don't want us to see each other for a while, I won't judge you for it. -What are you saying! Amanda, you're sexy, very sexy, and I want to be with you, I want to take care of you and I want to play with your crotch, dry or wet, it doesn't matter to me. Those words empowered Amanda, who pulled Paul's shirt towards her until she had him very very close. They looked at each other. They kissed. A lot. Very very very much. Panting with pleasure they began to touch each other. Paul looked into her eyes and asked for permission as he approached her crotch - can I touch you? - Amanda nodded as she shuddered with pleasure as she noticed how Paul caressed her over the diapers. She noticed the heat and moisture of the pants with each caress, and she didn't know why, but it was driving her crazy. Holding hands, they went to the bedroom and threw themselves on the bed. Amanda began to undress Paul. She took off his shirt, his pants... wow, he's very hot - she thought. Paul did the same and took off her shirt. She looked at him to ask permission to take off his pants... She nodded embarrassed, but she was so excited that she couldn't refuse. They continued kissing, he in his underwear, and she, in diapers. -You're beautiful Amanda... buff... look how you make me feel. - Paul told her as he took her hand and put it on his crotch. -I'm very wet, Paul, and it's not just pee... Hearing that, he took off her diaper and entered her. They loved each other. They enjoyed. They enjoyed it. They panted until they finished. First Paul, who in that state of madness was quick to cum. And then Amanda, as soon as he put his fingers in her vagina, began to pant loudly, faster and faster... and suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore, and let herself go. She came brutally. What an orgasm. And she peed herself, without realizing it, she had wet herself. Chapter 4 -That was brutal, darling; I love sex with you - said Paul. Amanda smiled shyly, she was quiet, thinking how to tell Paul what had happened to her when she came… -Mmm…Paul…you see, I need to go to the bathroom. -Is it urgent? Do you need help? -No, no…it's not urgent anymore…it's just that, you see…- Amanda couldn't find the words, she was terribly embarrassed again. -You don't have to tell me anything…I noticed that when you came you got wetter than usual. I didn't say anything because I didn't care, a few drops of pee don't change how good sex was. Amanda almost burst into tears when she heard that…she kissed him sweetly. -Now- continued Paul- you can go clean yourself up. I'll change the sheets in the meantime. Amanda went to the shower while Paul cleaned up mess on the bed. As she walked out, she put on her towel and noticed that she had her nighttime absorbent panties in her room. “Hey, my girl is clean again,” Paul told her. “It wasn't that bad, was it?” Paul had changed the sheets and tidied up the room…he had even thrown away the wet diaper he had taken off her before sex. “Here, here are your pajamas.” “Thanks.” “I know I said I was going to my apartment soon, but can I stay with you?” Amanda hesitated, she didn't put on a happy face and Paul noticed it instantly. The previous night's bedwetting episode came to mind, the uncertainty of what would happen today, and the embarrassment of finding out what the nighttime diapers were like, which the doctor had defined as bulkier, but more absorbent. -You see, I'm not really sure about it... I don't know how I'm going to get through the night, I don't know if I'm going to have another episode of bedwetting... I don't even know what night guards for incontinence are like... I need time. What we just experienced was very intense, and I'm grateful for that... but I think it's still too soon to spend the night together. -I understand, Amanda; but, I'd like you to trust me when I tell you that I'll take care of you, that we'll get through the incontinence together, and that some absorbent panties don't change anything at all. - Paul sounded sad, serious. He got dressed while Amanda looked at him in silence. He was very handsome in a suit; to tell the truth, he was always handsome, he was a very very very sexy man. -See you tomorrow...think about whether you want to trust me. I'm not going to leave you alone in this. I like you, I like you a lot Amanda. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and left. And there Amanda stayed, hoping to overcome her shame so she could trust Paul. I took the package of night pads from the closet and opened it. She took one out and looked at it…it was actually a bulky one, much larger than the day pads. She read the package: absorbent underwear for women with severe incontinence, especially for the night. No, it wasn't underwear, she told herself, it was diapers. She went to the bathroom, forced herself to pee, put on the diaper, and got into bed. She was exhausted. A few hours later, she woke up with an intense urge to pee. Oh, I'm going to pee - she thought. And she ran to the bathroom. She leaked a little before she got there, but she managed to do most of it in the bathroom. She examined her pants and noticed they were a bit wet, but not much. She went to bed more relaxed knowing that her urge to pee had woken her up, that the same thing that had happened the night before hadn't happened. The alarm went off at 7:00. She had slept soundly and was rested, feeling much better until she sat up in bed and noticed her diaper was bulkier. She put her hand to her crotch - Oh, no, please... not again - she thought. When she touched herself she realized that her diaper was very wet, much more than when the urgency had woken her in the middle of the night. She had completely wet herself again without realizing it. She touched the bed and it was dry. The diaper had done its job. She went to the bathroom and started the shower. She looked at herself in the mirror with the wet diaper and felt horribly embarrassed. She showered, changed, put on a pink absorbent day panties and dressed herself. The truth is that getting ready helped her feel better, and the incontinence panties of the day were really discreet. She looked pretty and confident in the mirror, wanting to forget, of course, the episode of enuresis she had had that night. She looked at her phone and read Paul's message: I'll repeat what I told you last night. I'm not going anywhere. I really like you, you're sexy too with your absorbent panties and I want to accompany you on this journey of incontinence. I'll give you all the time you need. When you're ready to see us, write to me. Kisses. She felt empowered and determined again, so she answered: The night hasn't gone as well as I expected... I've had a few accidents. I've missed you and I think I'm ready to share this with you. You can come home when you get off work and spend the weekend here with me. The answer was immediate: Of course, babe. See you later. Kisses.

Hi. Soon, I’ll be in hospital because I’m having surgery on my right arm. How should I tell them that I need to wear diapers due to Bedwetting and how do they handle it? What is ur experience? Thanks for your replies

In January, I had heart ablation surgery. It went well with very little overall discomfort. This is about the 6 hours in recovery with urinary incontinence. The surgery itself takes about 5 hours and requires the insertion of hearth catheters in the center top of both legs. The incisions are large and are the main reason for the recovery period. For 5 hours you are basically on your back and not allows to move and open the sutures in your legs. The surgery also involves a lot of intravenous fluids and post operation urination is quite high. There is no record of any urinary catheter use during the operation. I arrived in the operating room wearing a diaper. This wasn’t a problem with the surgical team and they mentioned they will just remove it when ready. It takes a few minutes to prep before they knock you out. I woke in recovery to the news that the operation when well. I immediately noticed I was already wet. I mentioned my incontinence to the staff and the solution was to take another rolled cotton blanket and place it between my legs. Since they already have you on a waterproof mattress pad and just use blankets to soak up the urine. After an hour I was quite wet and mentioned to the staff that I had a supply of my diapers. I wasn’t allowed to move or to wear them due to the leg sutures but they had no problems helping out. I wasn’t allowed to move but they could move me to change the bedding and clean me up a bit. With business like efficiency, they quickly had the pad and blankets changed out as well as laying down one of my diapers so it could provide a dryer feeling. They did the changing and cleaning without ounce exposing my genitals or putting any strain on my legs as they rolled me around. The ladies were total professionals. I asked why they didn’t do a catheter and they said there was no need. This is the usual way they handle it when the patient isn’t allowed to move post-op. After some time they start to allow you to sit up. After 5 hours you can stand and they make sure the sutures are holding well. Then after another hour, I was able to put on a diaper as usual and check out. I was surprised at just how much urine I produced. Urination was nearly constant for the 6 hours and very high in the evening and through the night. I also had to have yet another set of emergency eye surgeries and in those cases, I was able to wear a diaper thru the procedure once I mentioned. One anesthesiologist mentioned that you don’t urinate under the general anesthesia they normally use. Which makes a lot of sense as urine output for the next 48 hours is much lower than usual. All three times as I awoke slowly post-op, the first thing I noticed was heavy urination occurring.

Hi all. I thought I'd tell you my hospital diapering story. I write to you right now while wearing a large and somewhat soggy diaper with a medical look to it, while wrapped up snugly in my warm blankets. These diapers are very spacious and thick, they have the odd effect of making me forget where my pee-pee is positioned at all--seems it could be anywhere in the mass of almost nerve-numbing padding. I think I wet while I was laying down earlier, though I'm not totally sure. Probably peed a couple of times. Feels like I won't need a change for a while though. When I poke at these undies very gently with one finger only, it seems like wave of pressure is coming from all directions. I couldn't tell you where my finger was, or where my genitals were. They're in there somewhere, and that's probably for the better considering the accidents. Let me back up a bit and tell you how I got here, and how I ended up in diapers pretty much against my will. I had a mental health episode back in early February that landed me in an institution. I would rather not go into the specifics, suffice to say I was going to be holed up for a while. I remember that the food was hard to get used to at first, but, you get used to it. As a safety precaution, I was only allowed to wear the outfit that was approved there, a plain looking hospital gown and some ruffly thin trousers. They'd begun to force an unknown cocktail of medications on me which were having some pretty strong effects. I could tell by how sedated I was that there was some kind of anti-psychotic in the chemical soup. Three times a day with meals I took pills of many different colours, none of which I knew the potential side effects of. I guess I had to simply place my trust in an authority whose methods were unknown to me. It was around my fifth day there when I noticed pee leaking down my leg under the trousers I had on. It had already came out, I had no recollection of peeing. I was a bit dazed, and couldn't make out what that strange cold feeling was for a while. I noticed when I sat down in a chair in the common room that my crotch had a few thin lines of wetness emanating downward from it. It was only then that it dawned on me, I'd wet myself. No idea when, but I was wet now. I stood up and shuffled around, looking for my nurse. Her name's Lindy, she's a pretty woman a few years older than me. If I had to describe her body type, she's fit but a little thick, with something extra on the caboose. You'd almost think she was wearing diapers too, if it wasn't for her panty lines. I spotted her as she walked briskly past me on her way to the east wing. I had to catch up with her, but she was too quick. I followed along behind, trying hard to stay focused. It seemed like I was nearly ready to forget the whole matter and lay down on the cool tile floor for a nap. "Lindy?" I called. "Lindy?" She stopped and turned. "Yes?" "I had an accident I think," I said calmly, much more calmly than I would have if I wasn't totally drugged. "I see, I see," She said in a laid back and cool way. "Let's go, follow me." I was a little bit disoriented as she led me by the hand to the room I was staying in. I had little sense that we were going there until we were actually in the room. In a lot of ways it was more like a cell than a room, with white walls and an angular metal bunk bed being its most defining features. Up above my bed there was a small sliver of window, with bright sunlight trying to poke as much of itself in as possible. "Can you sit on the floor for me, hon?" She helped me to sit on the floor. The chillness of it made me shudder. Suddenly, I was feeling really cold. I started to shiver. "I'm c-cold," I stammered. "It might be a side effect of one of your meds. I'll be right back, you just stay on the floor, okay?" "Why the floor?" I asked hazily. "Well," She began, as if trying to find the nicest words possible give the awkward circumstances, "I'm afraid you'll pee on the bed--be right back, just stay there..." She trailed off as she briskly exited the room, closing the door behind her. I distinctly remember hearing the door's lock reverb through the room as it was turned, and suddenly I felt a burst of warmth on my crotch as I erupted into feeble shivers. I don't know how long I sat there, but when Lindy returned she had a really thick looking blanket which immediately put my heart at rest in a child-like sort of way when I saw it. She was also holding under her arm what looked like a package of diapers. I watched as she laid the blanket out on the bed and placed the diapers on my little bedside table by the ruled journal they gave us. I took this fact without concern, not really making the connection of assuming that those diapers were going to be there for me. Soon Lindy had placed a mat on the floor beside my bed and motioned for me to come over. "Come on, come on sweetie. This won't be so bad." I went to her cooing call, transfixed by her disarming gaze. It almost looked sensual at the time, but I doubt she wanted anything to do with my pants-wetting butt beyond merely changing it. Before I really knew what hit me, I was fastened into a gigantic crinkly diaper. I tried to sit up at first but fell back. Luckily, Lindy was there to catch me and help me sit up against my bed. "So, we have you in a brief," she said, looking at me with a sympathetic gaze that suggested a little pity as well. "I need you to not try to take this off, okay? I really, really need you to cooperate with me." "I don't wanna wear a diaper--" "I know, I know you don't. But I really can't trust you after that big accident you just had," she cooed. "No, no!" I said, raising my voice slightly as the gravity of the situation began to weigh on me. "Please, they're not so bad to wear... Will you do it for me?" She winked at me and smiled contagiously. I couldn't help but capture a little of her smile on my own lips. "Well, fine," I said after a pause. "But I don't need diapers." "Yes you do, remember that accident you had? I can't have you trailing pee. That's not nice feeling, is it?" She shook her head for emphasis. "Oh, yeah," I replied after a pause. I shivered some more and Lindy helped me into my bed and under the covers. She tucked me in like as if she was my mommy. It felt that way at the time. "Now you're all snuggly and warm, and protected. I will bring you your dinner and your medication soon, okay?" "Thanks mommy," I said before I could stop myself. I laughed at the silliness of what I'd just said and could have swore I felt something warm swelling up on my crotch. "Sorry mo--I uh--sorry Lindy." She looked at me for a long time after I said that. Not with an unhappy gaze though. I could see some pity in her eyes for her poor diapered patient, but there was something motherly mingled in there as well. When she sat down on my bed and began to stroke my hair, the motherliness was made much more manifest. There was no doubt that she cared about me in that most vulnerable moment. I think as she stroked my hair, I continued to dribble into my diaper. I shivered here and there, which only made the fight to keep my pee inside more difficult. I have no idea how much I was peeing at the time, but after she left the room I took a peek under the covers and saw that it looked puffy and yellow, though I felt totally dry. It was weird at first, I wasn't used to the oddly comforting and convenient mechanics of my new diapered life. Here I was peeing myself in bed and it didn't even feel wet. I looked at the plastic tabs fastened firmly on the front panel of my underwear and tried to pull one of them off out of curiosity and absentmindedness. It wouldn't budge, so I gave up my effort soon after. I didn't know what to think about being diapered at the time. so I rolled over and tried to get some sleep. I passed out almost immediately. I woke up in a daze and tried to sit up, though I struggled to at first, feeling a little bit dizzy. I stared at the wall for a while as I came to. The room seemed darker somehow. I looked up at the little window and saw no light pushing through. It must have been the middle of the night. I went under the covers again and looked at my diaper with an absentminded, child like curiosity again. My diaper's different! It wasn't soggy yellow anymore. When did that happen? *** I'll cut to the chase and fast forward a little. As the weeks went on I came to really like Lindy's diaper changes. She was really gentle about it and rubbed lots of baby powder into me with intimate movements. Her changes were the highlight of my otherwise dreary days at the asylum. I liked to look at her thick thighs as she cleaned me. I wasn't sure if my bladder control was getting better or not, and I didn't really care or think about it. As the weeks went by I watched as package after package of disposables came and went, doing their time on my feeble and soggy bottom before being relegated to the diaper genie. By the time of writing this, it seems I've lost most of my bladder control. But I'm not really concerned, since I have Lindy around most days of the week to keep me changed and secure. Maybe it's not so bad here. I found a group to play with during common time. When we aren't playing video games together, we're playing with blocks. They don't seem to know that there's a diaper under my pants, but it seems like they're as hazy and inattentive as me. I swear I caught a glimpse of the waistband of a pull-up on one of the women in the group. Maybe most of the patients here were in some kind of diaper. Luckily for me Lindy always made sure I was changed into a clean brief before playtime so I wouldn't have to be interrupted. So that's my story. I hope you liked it. End note: this is a fictional account. Hope you enjoyed the ride.

Susan Freestone, was enjoying the weather it wasn't hot, it wasn't cold it was that magical area right in between. She was wearing a dress and was wearing a diaper underneath. She didn't really need them, she just loved to wear them. She had grown up with her best friend in the whole wide world, Tammy Rogers. Tammy unfortunately was a bedwetter. Always was, always will be as far as Susan knew. Tammy had turned Susan on to diapers at about 6 years old. She just wore them when she slept over at Tammy's house, or Tammy brought extra for her when she slept over at Susan's house. Her parents didn't mind she told them she was wearing them so Tammy didn't feel bad about having to wear them. Her parents thought she was a great kid, little did they know she loved wearing them as well. She usually just wore them around her apartment now days. She was being brave and naughty today and wearing them outside! Sally came to the intersection and the sign said walk she began to cross the crosswalk. Some big guy driving a huge Cadallac Deville saw the green light and started turning right, he hadn't bothered looking before turning. BAM! Sally felt something hard hit her knee and it kept coming she had a fraction of a second and her brain registered your getting ran over. She was hit and the impact shoved her she was sliding on the pavement and knew it hurt. She saw herself skidding along but it was like she was a witness, not a participant! She had heard that people sometimes have out of body experiences this was one for her. Once she stopped sliding the abrupt stop made the right side of her head bang on the ground. She was unconscious. She woke up an EMT was talking to her he was shining a flashlight in her eyes. "Have you heard of St. Mongos?" St. Mongo' s what's St. Mongols she thought. Do you want to go to St. Mongo's. She remembered she said yeah just before passing out again.

Hi Folks, TL,DR: Wear at the hospital, do not invent bullshit medical reasons, people are generally lovely and helpful if they find out about the diapers. The place where I live (europe) is pretty conservative. I was for one week in a hospital, and I wore 24/7. I said I needed them, no questions were asked they showed me the hospital diapers and told me to use them, I refused and brought my own. Before the surgery I had to fill out forms and answer questions about my general health, I write down "incontinence" and waited for the doctor to pick up on that, and I prepared a lengthy statement to explain how I had a strong emotional attachment to diapers, etc, etc... but luckily he did not ask questions about it. I asked if it was ok to wear protection during the operation, and he affirmed that. I went to the surgery with diapers and after the surgery I woke up in pain and realized I had been given a bladder catheter. I was only half awake and asked the nurse to remove it, and explained that I have had an injury in the uretha which still hurts. They removed it some time later, which was very painful. then they placed a bottle between my legs such that my penis was inside. After a while I asked them to give me a diaper, I don't rember what exactly I said (half asleep), but it was something along the lines of: "I assume, you don't understand this, but please replace the bottle with a diaper, this bottle irritates me, it just calms me down when I know I have that diaper, sorry". This was no problem the nurse gave me a diaper which I put on. I did not have clear vision at that time and everything was fuzzy to me, I don;t know how much time passed and who was there, but I did not care. Later at my room I had to get assistance when getting up for the first time after waking up. I had to call a nurse and I told her I wanted to change something and hinted at the bag beneath my bed with my diaper supply. She helped me get a diaper out (I could not bend down) and walked me to the toilet. Tthey told me where to dispose of the diapers and made it super easy for me, and not at all embarrassing. No one, not even any doctores asked any questions. Only a few days after being home I had an incident that required me to go to the hospital again (for the same medical issue) to the emergency doctor, and she had to put a finger into my butt. I had to open the diaper, she saw it, checked my behind and asked me if I had problems hodling stool, I said "no", then she aksed if I had problems holding urine, I replied: "This is closer to my problem". But she must have misunderstood me and said: "Okay, so it is something else, you wear for other reasons." And she was sweet and friendly and did not ask any more questions about the diapers. No where in the documents they send to my primary care physican(/doctor?) was something about incontinence or the diapers. Heck, why did I stress my self weeks ahead about the reactions to me wearing diapers without any medical diagnosis? I am in conflict with me, since I know that I also like to wear diapers for sexual reasons, but I don't know what they put into to the tap water in that hospital but I did not once think of sex at all in that whole week, and I still "needed" to wear. I at least try to make the impact on others psyche and budget as low as possible, so I am somewhat ok with me wearing at the hospital with only the minimal impact (resources, help and awareness) on the staff and hospital. thanks for reading till here.

Was browsing the net looking for another crib and came across these

Just about ended up in the hospital last night - and actually almost just let it happen (phych medication issue), until, even though I was calm the whole time, just explaining what's going on - that Doc obviously got the laughable idea I might try to hurt myself right in the ER!

I'm scheduled to have a circumsicion next week. I was in for my pre-op clinic today to discuss my medical history and medications etc. I'm incontinent post incomplete spinal cord injury. I am ambulatory, but get fatigued easily. I'm also insulin dependent diabetic, which can wreak havoc on my bladder at times. I'm concerned about infections post surgery, wearing diapers 24/7, especially given the sensitivity of that area. i know i will be using polysporin for healing, but i also use critic-aid clear as a barrier cream to prevent diaper rashes. Has anyone reading this had a circumsicion as an adult? how was your recovery? were there any complications? If you are incontinent, were there complications as a result of this? I will be in the hospital overnight for observation after surgery. I asked the nurses about what to do regarding diapers. They suggested that although they have them there, that the abena L4's I use will be much better. Also, do you think it would be wrong to ask for help changing during recovery?? i may very will need it with the painkillers i'll be on. any advice or comments would be wonderfully appreciated. Thanks! canadianbaby