Im 16 and I still wear diapers to bed

At least you don't poop in the bed = Maybe bright side? :Angel_anim:

 

let us know what the doc says... good luck kidd-o

 

Doc said to sleep with rubber sheets!

 

I actually have plastic sheets lol

 

that really sucks when someone shits the bed all the time! when my grandmother was 87 she started to shit the bed all the time, and she could not wake up so, she slept in it. she would also wipe her ass with the towels and face cloths. we found out about that when, one day, my sister was washing her face with a face cloth, and she smelled shit on the cloth.
my poor grandmother could not help what she did. her mind was so far gone by then due to dementia. it was so sad to see her lose her mind like that.

 

So I went to see the doctor today. It was really embarresing having to talk about my bedwetting and it was disappointing because they said they couldnt help me. I have to go back for further tests but it probably wont help. I thought theyd actually be able to help.

 

Find a partner with a pee fetish and you should be good to go!

 

is your name matthew moye?

 

I had a bed-wetting problem when I was a kid, too. You would be surprised at how many other kids do it. I would wet the bed pretty much every night until I was almost 14, and the medications and devices ("wee alarm") my parents foisted on me didn't work at all.

I remember the alarm had a very loud, piercing sound that woke up everyone in the house but me. They would come try to wake me up so I could go to the bathroom, but there was one instance when they were shaking me, yelling and slapping my face for over 10 minutes and I still didn't wake up. I just happily laid there, dead asleep, pissing my eyes out. That's how deeply I slept.

When I was 13 I got into a bit of trouble and a judge sent me to one of those youth camps where the kids have to live outside in tents year-round and do a bunch of work and therapy during the day. My first night there I wet the bed and had no idea what I was going to do the next morning since it was basically "outdoor kid jail" and I was sure that being a known bed-wetter would ratchet up the unpleasantness of the situation by a few degrees.

So when it was time to get out of bed my tent mates were making up their bunks and organizing their footlockers for inspection, and I just lay there in the cold sheets, pretending that I didn't hear them telling me to get my ass out of bed and get ready for inspection and work detail.

The group leader eventually came to our tent and told me to get up or I would be F'd up. Everyone else was done getting ready and just stood there watching the confrontation go down, no doubt hoping that I would get F'd up. I told the leader that I didn't know what to do because I had wet the bed and it wasn't something I normally had a problem with. He acted slightly annoyed and just said, "Pull your sheets off the mattress and stuff them in your pillowcase. We'll drop them off at laundry on our way to the D-Fac."

Nobody acted particularly interested when they found out why I wouldn't get up, and 10 minutes later I discovered why when a total of 4 out of 10 people in my group were carrying a pillowcase through the woods on our 1.5 mile hike to breakfast. When we got to the laundry there was a huge pile of pillowcases--maybe 15 or 20 out of a total of about 75 kids in the whole camp. (Possibly a statement on the anti-social effects that this problem can have on kids.)

I immediately felt better about my predicament, but I was still humiliated to be "one of those guys" and secretly feared that we were the subject of ridicule by everyone else. We weren't, and I figured out later that in these kinds of environments people only care to F with you if they think it really bothers you. If you don't care, it doesn't matter to them and they'll look for another way to dig at you.

I think I wet the bed two or three more times after that first night, but then it just seemed to magically go away. In the 16 years since then it's only happened once when I was really drunk and too unconscious and full of beer to be able to help it.

I'm 30 now, and sometimes the issue will come up if a friend is telling me that they're worried because their kids are still wetting the bed at a certain age or whatever. I have no problem saying, "I had that problem when I was a kid, and it will eventually go away. Whatever you do, never ridicule them or act impatient or disappointed."

One of the problems with all of the lame drugs and devices that are out there to supposedly help with the problem, is that when they don't work you start feeling like you are a particularly hard case and somehow "incurable." They're just trying to sell you the cure, and its lack of efficacy has nothing to do with you and everything to do with their greed. The drugs are typically just tricyclic antidepressants that are being used somewhat off-label (i.e. Tofranil), and the alarm devices are meant to be sold to the parents; not necessarily to cure the kid.

This problem is only temporary. There are tens of millions of people in the world right now who wet the bed as kids and eventually grew out of it.

One thing that seemed to help me was the confidence I gained after a few dry nights. I think believing that you're getting better is a key component of actually getting better. Don't be afraid to embrace hope when things seem like they're improving.

You can PM me if you ever want to talk.

 

uummmm.....Good for you damn it
seriosly.....im sorry if that didnt help or offended you or something I just dont know what to say

 

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