Bedwetting

[cookiemonster23]

I've heard a lot of bedwetting stories on this site, so I'd like to see if there's a correlation. I did it myself until I was 11. I was never punished for it, thankfully, but my mom did try for a while to get me to stop. She took me to pediatricians, all of whom said I'd grow out of it. She waited a few years, and when I didn't grow out of it, she started looking into programs. She had a guy come over presenting one but I was not exactly nice to him and he got angry and left. She tried buying a device to go in the pull-ups I wore, which would set off an alarm when it sensed moisture. That didn't work, either. Eventually, she threatened to make me wear cloth diapers and rubber pants. After that, I was out of them in a month. I can't remember how, I just remember I eventually woke up dry.

[AbabeBill]

I was kinda lucky, in that it only lasted till about 6 with me. But, it left a lasting impression on me. I hated wetting the bed. I didn’t like the plastic sheet on my bed.  I didn’t like waking up all wet, sheets, blankets, pajamas, underwear. My parents weren’t mean about it. But I knew it bugged my mom. After all, she had to get up to help me change everything, in the middle of the night. And this would disturb my dad too. I did take some abuse from my older sister, over my wetting the bed at times. My mom, wouldn’t think of putting me back in diapers at the time. She felt, I never would stop, if I had diapers. I would disagree with that, and I believe diapers would have been better all around. I would not have been happy at first, but I’m sure I would have adjusted to it. It also would have been hard, to be back in diapers with my sister around. 

[Baby Girl Sarah]

Had   NUMEROUS  random   " accidents"   as  i little  girl day and night . stopped  i believe 8- 9   ?     

[WBxx]

Although once again wetting the bed, I checked “stopped 6 – 9” because that’s the age when I initially stopped.

In a nutshell, till about age nine I wet in my sleep most nights.  After that, missing the sensations and shame, I purposely wet for several years till regressing back to regular sleep wetting in my twenties.  I then pretty well stopped for several years while raising a family and am now back to it. 

[rusty pins]

I have read that bedwetting is often hereditary, although I don't recall anyone else in my family ever talking about wetting the bed.  It would be interesting for those who comment here to also mention if they are the only one in their family who bed wet or if they had parents or siblings who also wet the bed.

[WetDad]

I was a bed wetter up to about 7. Then it reappeared in my upper 40s.

[AbabeBill]

11 hours ago, rusty pins said:

I have read that bedwetting is often hereditary, although I don't recall anyone else in my family ever talking about wetting the bed.  It would be interesting for those who comment here to also mention if they are the only one in their family who bed wet or if they had parents or siblings who also wet the bed.

Yes, since you mentioned it Rusty. I wet the bed, as I said till about age 6. I learned later, my dad wet the bed. I don’t know till what age he did, that never came up. But, in some alcohol induced dinner conversations, when my dads mom was present, he brought up the fact, how he had a brown rubber sheet to sleep on. And how, the rubber sheets where not easy to come by, back in his day. He was born in 35, so I’m not sure why they would have been so? We are talking, pre world war 2, in the US. But maybe, because the war was already raging in Europe, and rubber supplies were in short. 

[stevewet]

7 hours ago, WetDad said:

I was a bed wetter up to about 7. Then it reappeared in my upper 40s.

I was a bedweter until my early 20's and started wetting again in my late 40's

[oldwetter66]

      I am 69 years old I started to wet the bed at 64 never wet as A kid past 4

 

[cookiemonster23]

On 12/10/2018 at 6:08 PM, rusty pins said:

I have read that bedwetting is often hereditary, although I don't recall anyone else in my family ever talking about wetting the bed.  It would be interesting for those who comment here to also mention if they are the only one in their family who bed wet or if they had parents or siblings who also wet the bed.

I didn't know that! I'm not sure about anyone in my own family. My sister probably never did, but I'm not sure about anyone else. It wouldn't be too surprising if others in my family did and never talked about it.

[cookiemonster23]

On 12/10/2018 at 6:08 PM, rusty pins said:

I have read that bedwetting is often hereditary, although I don't recall anyone else in my family ever talking about wetting the bed.  It would be interesting for those who comment here to also mention if they are the only one in their family who bed wet or if they had parents or siblings who also wet the bed.

So I asked my mom. She did it as a kid and so did her brother. Not too surprising.

[jacob]

I wet the bed until I was about 10. My younger siblings all the wet the bed to varying ages between 7 and 10.

[stevewet]

On 2/1/2019 at 5:03 PM, diapered colin said:

I am still a bed wetter and I don’t mind being one have done so for so long 

My bedwetting never bothered me either and still doesn't

[Kaliborio]

Complicated answer.

I was in diapers late and wet at night for most of that time, but I think "before toilet training" usually isn't counted as bedwetting no matter how old the wetter is.

I had a continence episode in late primary/early high school during which I was wet at night, which is what I've voted for. However, I was dry after that. I had another continence episode starting in second year of undergrad, which has led to me being completely incontinent and wet at night, which is why I consider that I "still do".  

[maxpower]

My parents kept me in nighttime cloth nappies and plastic pants until I was 6 years old because I was a frequent (almost every night) and heavy bedwetter. Once things started to improve, they moved me to Dry-Nites (or something similar - I can't remember the brand now) and I wore these every night until I was nearly 9. By then I was dry 99% of the time.

[bedwettersteve]

Lifelong bedwetter

[Little Sherri]

I had a hard time figuring out what to indicate, because I was a bedwetter as a kid, and am again now, but there was a hiatus of about 30 years. I wet the bed until I was about 10 1/2, then I was dry for three decades or so, then I started becoming  a bedwetter again after going into diapers full-time 6 years ago. So I said that I wet the bed as a child and still do, but also indicated a caseation age of 10-13.  

[Pampertimmy]

I was a bedwetter until I was around 10 years old. I am a bedwetter again after going full-time diapered a number of years ago and a lot of hypnosis and practice. I can’t be without diapers at night now. Pretty much the same story as Little Sherri. Must be a Canadian thing. 🤣

[Anton]

I wet almost everything night until I was 19. Hated waking up in a wet bed every day, but my parents would never put me in diapers. They believed I was just being lazy. It wasn’t until my 20’s that I found out i had a lower back issue (base of my spine did not develop completely exposing some of the nerve endings) that led to the extended bedwetting as well as consistent urgency. In my late 30’s the bedwetting came back periodically. Now I wet a few times a month, but am diapered 24/7 for the most part. I don’t get much warning when I need to go and prefer diapers anyway. My earliest memories include a strong desire to be back in diapers. The first time I woke in a dry bed and a wet diaper as an adult due to a true bedwetting experience was fairly profound. Wish I had experienced that growing up.

 

[Reggie]

My boyfriend told me that he has wet the bed all his life, and still does. He even taught me to wet at night because I can't wear diapers in bed. He got really tired of me waking him up go pee, so he would hold me until I relieved myself. Now I just snuggle up to him and pee to my heart's content, he does the same to me. It is so enjoyable to feel something so wet and warm to sleep by.

[Panalife]

I can't accurately cast a vote.

1. I've wet the bed only once, ever, as an adult. None of those answers fit me since I didn't wet the bed as a child and I can't say that I've never wet the bed.

2. I can't answer the second question at all.

[tomchen]

At around two years old, I was dry day and night.
When I was 2½/3 years old, my little brother (14 months old) and I had to go back to my former babysitter because my mother went back to work.
This babysitter was a lady around 50 years old.
We were there two days a week for six months, maybe even a few nights, as my mother was a nurse and worked night shifts.
Of course, I didn't wear diapers during the day or at night and went to the toilet by myself. My little brother had started potty training. He was making good progress. I had always been his role model and wanted to remain so.

I probably wet my bed at the babysitter's house, but I can't remember that anymore.
But I can still remember exactly how she suddenly wanted to put diapers on me again.

I was lying naked on a changing table.
I can still see the whole room, it was the living room.
There was a room fountain, and my brother was already in his crib at the other end of the room.

She had a pair of white plastic pants in her hand.
“Shall we put you back in a diaper today?” she asked me over and over again.
I didn't say anything and felt very ashamed. I was already a “big boy” and didn't need diapers like my little brother.
At the same time, I was fascinated by the diaper.

“Shall we put your diaper pants on again?” She asked again and again, waving the plastic pants.
Her husband was sitting in an armchair in the same room, reading, and put a stop to it.
“Put his diaper pants on or leave it, but stop now,” he said.
She defended herself briefly, saying that my little brother would be potty trained even earlier than me if this continued.

She probably wanted to make me feel ashamed and beg her not to put me in diapers like a baby. She probably wanted me to promise to try harder and apologize.
I remained silent. 
My emotions were all over the place.

Shame that I was going to get a diaper, guilt because I obviously wasn't as “big” as I should be, relief when I was allowed to be little again. Somehow, I longed for that too.
Like her husband, I felt, “Do it, put the diaper on me, I'd like to feel that again.” At the same time, “Leave me alone, I'm not a baby anymore!”
Both options were fine with me somehow.
But still I just said nothing, did not react.


Then it was decided. She finally put me in the diaper pants, which she waved back and forth in front of me ”threateningly." I remember how she opened the snaps, how the panties hung open in front of me and were slipped underneath me. Thick cloth diapers were put on top and the plastic panties were buttoned up.
Then I was put in a cot in the bathroom (as always, so I wouldn't disturb my little brother).
There I lay, ashamed of the diaper pants. I lay on my stomach, ran my hands underneath me and felt the thick pants very carefully. “I'm a baby again, just like my little brother,” was how I felt. My honor was hurt. Then I started rubbing them and pushing them further and further down my legs until I had taken them off completely and was lying naked under the blanket. 
I can't remember if I wet the bed afterwards or stayed dry.

But I remember that there was trouble. The diaper must have been torn from all the rubbing and kicking. A button was torn off. 
After a lot of scolding for the torn diaper pants, I had to start using the potty next to my brother. Probably as a punishment, because I had been going to the toilet by myself for a long time.

From then on the Babysitter treated me like my little brother. So no more toilet, but potty several times a day and I was diapered for bed (at the Babysitters apartment).

I also had to wear tights over my diapers or even a bodysuit with buttons in the crotch to sleep. Somehow, I have memories of both. I had to wear them over my diapers so that they couldn't “slip down“ again.

I guess I didn't dare take off my diapers anymore.
But I know that I couldn't resist rubbing them and then cautiously started to push them down a few centimeters. Simply because I was so ashamed. A button came undone. I was scared and tried to close it so I wouldn't get in trouble again, but I couldn't manage to do it. Then I fell asleep.

When I was a teenager, my mother told me that my parents didn't know that I was being treated like a baby there.
It was only when they picked me up early one day that they discovered the diaper pants at home when they undressed me. So it's possible that the babysitter also put me in diapers during the day as a punishment.
My mother said that my father forbade it. However, the enforced potty training before bedtime probably remained a “precautionary measure.”

About six months later, (my parents were building a house for us in this days) I found yellow cleaning cloths in a room on the construction site where we often spent time. They somehow reminded me of the yellow diaper pants I apparently used to wear (in the past?).
I had the idea of putting these cloths in my underpants before lying down next to my brother for our usual afternoon nap.
Apparently, I continued to wet the bed sometimes, because my reasoning was that this would keep my bed dry.
At the same time, I was fascinated by the thick underwear.
I also know that my brother no longer had diapers. It was now my own personal secret.
I repeated this again in the following days. Then there was a cloth with a strong cleaning agent on it. As soon as it touched me between my legs, I felt a burning sensation that got worse and worse. I didn't want to call my mother because she would have found out everything and I was ashamed.
Then I called out to her after all, and after a brief explanation, she took me to our rain barrel and washed me thoroughly.
I was so happy when the pain was gone. I had also believed that everything “down there” had been burned away.
My mother naturally wanted to know how I had come up with this idea.
I told her that I didn't want to wet my bed. My mother took this very kindly, but said that I didn't need diapers anymore.

For two years, I had no experiences with diapers that I can remember.

Then there is the next memory. I was 5 years old.
My mother told me and my brother that she wanted to go away with my father for two nights (I think it was a business trip he wanted to take her on).
My brother and I were supposed to sleep at a neighbor's house. We had just moved into a newly built single-family home, and I knew this family by sight, but not very well. There were also two girls there, three and five years older than me. I hardly knew them either.
I didn't want to go, but then I somehow agreed.
A few days later, my mother talked to me again about the upcoming sleepover. She talked to me alone, without my brother. That wasn't usual, as our parents always treated us equally and didn't want either of us to feel left out. At first, I was very proud that I (both of us) had been informed again about the upcoming weekend. However, the purpose of the conversation was to gently inform me that I would be given diapers to sleep in (of course, I didn't wear any anymore after my time with the babysitter) because I still sometimes wet the bed.
I was horrified, insulted, angry.
My mother said that the neighbor insisted and that she would be very sad if she couldn't accompany my father.

Of course, I wanted to withdraw my consent.
I was so ashamed that I suddenly had to wear diapers like a baby.
And in front of strangers, the older girls, being changed again, by a woman I didn't know!

“It's only for one or two nights,” my mother said.
I didn't want her to be sad.

Finally, I agreed, on condition that my little brother, who was 3½ years old, would also get diapers. That was the agreement.

I still have some memories of those two nights.
I remember that my brother was being put into his pajamas in another room, and I suddenly suspected that, contrary to the agreement, he wasn't going to get diapers. On the other hand, that way he wouldn't be able to see me being changed. I guess it just didn't make sense to the neighbor to put diapers on a “dry” child when a bedwetter definitely needed to be changed.
Because I threatened to “take off the diaper pants,” I was given a pajama jumpsuit that belonged to her youngest daughter, who was a few years older than me.
I vaguely remember that the daughter in question didn't want to give them away. There was a discussion between her and her mother, who brought up the subject of my diaper pants and made it the focus of the conversation, but then briefly gave me hope that I would be allowed to sleep without them.
Finally, the decision was made and the girl was told to bring one of her “old” pajamas. She herself apparently already slept in pajamas, as her mother had emphasized before.
Then I was completely undressed and the cloth diapers with the plastic pants were put on me. The two daughters wanted to watch, but their mother wouldn't let them and sent them both back to “get my pajamas.”
They quickly left and returned just as the snaps on my diaper pants were being fastened. I still remember their curious faces today.
This jumpsuit had a zipper in the front, but since I continued to threaten to take off the diaper pants immediately, it was finally put on me with the zipper in the back so that I could hardly reach it.

This “pajama” was also much too big for me.
I felt extremely alone and betrayed (because my younger brother was obviously not being diapered) and was ashamed again in front of the two older daughters (8 and 10 years old) of this family.
I remember trying to find a comfortable sleeping position with the thick diapers between my legs. When I pulled my legs up, they slipped out of the pajamas and I could only find my way back into the leg openings with difficulty so that I could stretch out again. But I didn't dare take off the diaper pants, even though I could reach them when I pulled my arms through the sleeves of the suit.
I think the diaper was wet the next morning and the girls' mother felt vindicated.
On the second evening, I was dressed the same jumper but normally, and I think the diaper was dry.
A few months later, this neighbor also regularly looked after us two days a week when both parents were at work during the day.
In the morning, she would pop in to our house to check that everything was okay.
At lunchtime, she would make us something to eat.
If there were any problems, we could go to her house.
I didn't like her and made that clear, questioning her decisions as a 5-year-old.
“Still in bed and wearing diapers, but being cheeky,” was her response, which left me feeling very ashamed again.



I still remember many details very clearly today.

I'm sure that's where my fetish comes from

[femincodevotee]

There should really be an option in this poll for people who bed-wet in to adult hood but stopped as an adult. I stopped bedwetting at age 36, after starting phytoestrogen cream.

[Amixofthings]

I wet the bed as a kid, but I'm not 100% sure when I stopped. I wore Goodnites to bed and I would use them if I woke up needing to go. I do know I got out of them when I was 11. My mom and I apparently remember it differently, from me asking. She recalls I had been waking up dry for a while, which I don't quite remember.

[Moochie]

I was never a bedwetter but now I am a diaper wetter while in bed.