Way of life
I have wet my bed nightly my whole life. Hated it growing up as my mom pinned on my thick diaper every night then put on my plastic pants nd tucked in all the edges. Always slept on a noisy plastic mattress cover under my sheets. Wet numerous times a night which led to even the sheets getting a little or a lot wet a couple nights a week. At bout 9 or 10 I looked forward to taking my bath and getting diapered. I guess this was my first stage of acceptance.
I still didn’t want anyone outside of my family to know I was a bedwetter. Hard to hide however since even a friend of mine when we were 11 sat down on my bed one day and said why do you have plastic under your sheets, paused, then said “oh I know why”. I never said a thing and fortunately he never did either.
When I was 13 or so my mom suggested I start diapering myself. The fact I was often getting erections while being diapered was probably why. I missed having my mom diaper me like a toddler.
Every time we visited relatives or friends of my parents for over nighters I pretended my secret was safe. Very silly since it was obvious before bed I had a huge diaper bulge under my pajamas and there was always my designated bed that had plastic under the sheets.
I don’t think my mom was intentional but she wasn’t very discreet about my dipers and plastic pants. She would launder them and just put them in my stack of folded clothes either on the laundry room counter or on the steps going upstairs. I was always trying to hide the evidence when me or one of my brothers had anyone over. I overheard my older brothers friend one day after seeing my folded diapers asking my brother “who wears the dipers” and hearing my brother tell him they were mine. I thought I’d die.
Anyway back to my friend that discovered my plastic mattress cover. Throughout our teen years he often stayed at our house on weekends as his home life sucked. He slept in a sleeping bag on the floor in my room since I had my own television. I was always sneaking off to the bathroom late to put my diaper on and crawled into my “noisy” bed and cover up. Yes it was still a noisy giveaway yet I tried to convince myself that it was a non issue. Anyway one night when we were laying there watching tv he said “I’m going to take a shower” he was in the bathroom and I could hear he had already started the shower. I took the opportunity to quickly pin my diaper on and was standing up pulling on my plastic pants when he suddenly entered my room in his towel as he had forgotten his sweats. He looked at me and just said oh sorry, and went back to the bathroom. I thought I’d die. I just crawled into bed under my covers and the butterfly’s in my stomach were going crazy. He came in and laid down, and total silence. After a few moments he said “hey I know you have to wear a diaper for bedwetting, and that’s ok with me” I exhaled with a hugh sigh of relief. After that I never had to hide my dipers from my friend Bob again. I also got to shut my older brother up who constantly threatened to tell Bob and would blackmail me about it. The next time he tried to use that I simply let him know that Bob already knows it.
I still didn’t want anyone outside of my family to know I was a bedwetter. Hard to hide however since even a friend of mine when we were 11 sat down on my bed one day and said why do you have plastic under your sheets, paused, then said “oh I know why”. I never said a thing and fortunately he never did either.
When I was 13 or so my mom suggested I start diapering myself. The fact I was often getting erections while being diapered was probably why. I missed having my mom diaper me like a toddler.
Every time we visited relatives or friends of my parents for over nighters I pretended my secret was safe. Very silly since it was obvious before bed I had a huge diaper bulge under my pajamas and there was always my designated bed that had plastic under the sheets.
I don’t think my mom was intentional but she wasn’t very discreet about my dipers and plastic pants. She would launder them and just put them in my stack of folded clothes either on the laundry room counter or on the steps going upstairs. I was always trying to hide the evidence when me or one of my brothers had anyone over. I overheard my older brothers friend one day after seeing my folded diapers asking my brother “who wears the dipers” and hearing my brother tell him they were mine. I thought I’d die.
Anyway back to my friend that discovered my plastic mattress cover. Throughout our teen years he often stayed at our house on weekends as his home life sucked. He slept in a sleeping bag on the floor in my room since I had my own television. I was always sneaking off to the bathroom late to put my diaper on and crawled into my “noisy” bed and cover up. Yes it was still a noisy giveaway yet I tried to convince myself that it was a non issue. Anyway one night when we were laying there watching tv he said “I’m going to take a shower” he was in the bathroom and I could hear he had already started the shower. I took the opportunity to quickly pin my diaper on and was standing up pulling on my plastic pants when he suddenly entered my room in his towel as he had forgotten his sweats. He looked at me and just said oh sorry, and went back to the bathroom. I thought I’d die. I just crawled into bed under my covers and the butterfly’s in my stomach were going crazy. He came in and laid down, and total silence. After a few moments he said “hey I know you have to wear a diaper for bedwetting, and that’s ok with me” I exhaled with a hugh sigh of relief. After that I never had to hide my dipers from my friend Bob again. I also got to shut my older brother up who constantly threatened to tell Bob and would blackmail me about it. The next time he tried to use that I simply let him know that Bob already knows it.
