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I’m 64 years old now and have lived a great life. I was told recently by my Urologist that the nerves to my bladder are dead and I can’t tell when I have to pee so I wet all the time. Recently my Bedwetting has caused me a great deal of painful memories.
Whe I was a child and adolescent, I wet the bed a lot. I wet the bed till I was about 17. Things were different back the. We didn’t have pampers or any kind of disposable diapers. It was cloth, diaper pins, and rubber pants. The way parents dealt with Bedwetting was different too. My mom was bipolar but that wasn’t heard of yet so we dealt with her mood swings.
When I would wet the bed back then, I was spanked badly and put in diapers and mom would make it as embarrassing as she could to shame me into stopping. When I got a little older, the punishments got worse. I was put in a diaper for a week at a time. I remember the spankings because the were in front of whoever was there and I got spanked till I was crying my eyes out, then I had to lay down and had a diaper put on and was only allowed to wear my diaper and T-shirt and was treated like a baby and either my mom or my older sister would continue to change me throughout the day. I didn’t have to wear a diaper when I went to school, but a lot of kids knew I bed wet and had wear diapers. When I was in sixth grade me and my friends decided not to take the bus home and walked. On the way home I had to pee really bad and wet myself. I tried to hid it when I got home but my mom caught me and she went off. I was immediately stripped and spanked (my mom had friends over) on my bear butt. She then made me go get all my diaper stuff naked and come back to be put into a diaper and T-shirt in front of everyone. I thought that would be the end to it but no, she made me go outside to play in my diaper and T-shirt. I just sat on the front porch but the other kids in the neighborhood saw me and I was seriously teased and was from then on known as Diaper Boy. I was forced to endure my diaper treatment for a long time. I was only allowed out of my diaper when I stopped wetting bed for 3 or 4 nights in a row. That was really hard but I did it. But as usual it happened again and my punishment started again.
As I got into my teens, most guys start thinking a little sexually and want to be thought of as a man. My mom stripped me of that because of my bed wetting and diapering. I was often stripped, spanked, diapered and baby talked too. My best friend and his sister were bed wetter too and had to wear diapers to bed all the time. Their mom was much nicer but they still wore diapers. I spent the night at his house sometimes but I had to bring my diaper stuff over with me and she would diaper us all before bed. It was nice because it seemed normal and it made me feel better about me. In the morning she would check us to make sure we weren’t wet, if not, we were allowed to play board games - still in diapers, but the 3 of us had fun. We stayed diapered until she made us get dressed and I went home. Life was hard for me during those years.
I rennet my aunt, uncle, and there kids who were much younger than me came to visit us for a few days. During their stay, I wet the bed and was punished in front of everyone including their kids.
Times were different back then and Bedwetting was thought of differently. Shame and punishment were thought of as a good way to get us to stop. I get that and I loved my mother very much dispute whatever happened. Eventually I depressed those memories and forgot about them and my life turned out good. I married, had kids, a great career, became an adjunct college professor, was a VP for a company, etc. life was good and I never thought about the past Bedwetting and punishment again. Now in my mid 60’s and my Bedwetting is starting to awaken all those old memories and experiences. It is really making me feel awful, embarrassed, and the shame is flooding back. I have finally opened up to my wife about my past. She says she understands but I’m not sure she really does. If someone did that stuff today, it would be considered child/sexual abuse. But back then it was fairly normal. I am now trying to come to grips with it. My wife tells me I should go to a Phycologist but I’m not sure - maybe for pride reasons I haven’t. If someone would ask me about something like this, I’d tell them to go see a shrink too. I think I will. I just need to get the courage to make the appointment.
Sorry for the length, I just needed to get this off my chest. Thank you all for being here and I respect you all for what you all go through too. Thank you all and good luck on your journeys in this life.
Whe I was a child and adolescent, I wet the bed a lot. I wet the bed till I was about 17. Things were different back the. We didn’t have pampers or any kind of disposable diapers. It was cloth, diaper pins, and rubber pants. The way parents dealt with Bedwetting was different too. My mom was bipolar but that wasn’t heard of yet so we dealt with her mood swings.
When I would wet the bed back then, I was spanked badly and put in diapers and mom would make it as embarrassing as she could to shame me into stopping. When I got a little older, the punishments got worse. I was put in a diaper for a week at a time. I remember the spankings because the were in front of whoever was there and I got spanked till I was crying my eyes out, then I had to lay down and had a diaper put on and was only allowed to wear my diaper and T-shirt and was treated like a baby and either my mom or my older sister would continue to change me throughout the day. I didn’t have to wear a diaper when I went to school, but a lot of kids knew I bed wet and had wear diapers. When I was in sixth grade me and my friends decided not to take the bus home and walked. On the way home I had to pee really bad and wet myself. I tried to hid it when I got home but my mom caught me and she went off. I was immediately stripped and spanked (my mom had friends over) on my bear butt. She then made me go get all my diaper stuff naked and come back to be put into a diaper and T-shirt in front of everyone. I thought that would be the end to it but no, she made me go outside to play in my diaper and T-shirt. I just sat on the front porch but the other kids in the neighborhood saw me and I was seriously teased and was from then on known as Diaper Boy. I was forced to endure my diaper treatment for a long time. I was only allowed out of my diaper when I stopped wetting bed for 3 or 4 nights in a row. That was really hard but I did it. But as usual it happened again and my punishment started again.
As I got into my teens, most guys start thinking a little sexually and want to be thought of as a man. My mom stripped me of that because of my bed wetting and diapering. I was often stripped, spanked, diapered and baby talked too. My best friend and his sister were bed wetter too and had to wear diapers to bed all the time. Their mom was much nicer but they still wore diapers. I spent the night at his house sometimes but I had to bring my diaper stuff over with me and she would diaper us all before bed. It was nice because it seemed normal and it made me feel better about me. In the morning she would check us to make sure we weren’t wet, if not, we were allowed to play board games - still in diapers, but the 3 of us had fun. We stayed diapered until she made us get dressed and I went home. Life was hard for me during those years.
I rennet my aunt, uncle, and there kids who were much younger than me came to visit us for a few days. During their stay, I wet the bed and was punished in front of everyone including their kids.
Times were different back then and Bedwetting was thought of differently. Shame and punishment were thought of as a good way to get us to stop. I get that and I loved my mother very much dispute whatever happened. Eventually I depressed those memories and forgot about them and my life turned out good. I married, had kids, a great career, became an adjunct college professor, was a VP for a company, etc. life was good and I never thought about the past Bedwetting and punishment again. Now in my mid 60’s and my Bedwetting is starting to awaken all those old memories and experiences. It is really making me feel awful, embarrassed, and the shame is flooding back. I have finally opened up to my wife about my past. She says she understands but I’m not sure she really does. If someone did that stuff today, it would be considered child/sexual abuse. But back then it was fairly normal. I am now trying to come to grips with it. My wife tells me I should go to a Phycologist but I’m not sure - maybe for pride reasons I haven’t. If someone would ask me about something like this, I’d tell them to go see a shrink too. I think I will. I just need to get the courage to make the appointment.
Sorry for the length, I just needed to get this off my chest. Thank you all for being here and I respect you all for what you all go through too. Thank you all and good luck on your journeys in this life.
