Bedwetting Support Group
Bedwetting (or nocturnal enuresis or sleepwetting) is involuntary urination while asleep. It is the normal state of affairs in infancy, but can be a source of embarrassment when it persists into school age or the teen or adult years. Find others who are coping with a bedwetting problem and share your experiences and questions.
Hey guys, I have been looking for a platform to speak on, as I am currently in my mid 30s and my bedwetting has recently returned bringing with it plenty of horrible memories. I struggled with daytime potty training and potty trained at 5 years old. I was unable to stay dry at night and was kept in diapers every single night until I was 17 years old. My mother was always an abusive, angry person. For whatever reason she believed that it was a good idea to humiliate me as much as possible. She always spoke openly about my bedwetting and my diapers, as if I were a baby and it was completely normal, this guaranteed that anyone who knew us, knew that I was still in diapers. I was the oldest of 3 children and she would absolutely use this to put me down. My brother was less than 2 years younger than me and I have no doubt that we shared diapers at some point, not long after he turned 3, he had become fully potty trained, beating me in the daytime by over a year. My sister was 5 years younger than me and I clearly recall being put in her diapers every night when I was 7 years old, until she potty trained that same year, before she was 3 years old. A couple of years later, I was now 10 years old and still being kept in baby diapers at night. One day we all went to my mom’s best friend’s house, who had 3 kids of her own. Her oldest son was 8, her middle daughter was 5 and her youngest daughter was 2 or 3. I overheard that her youngest daughter had recently potty trained, which embarrassed me greatly but quickly amplified when I was told that they had several packs of her leftover diapers and they were giving them to me. Once I saw them, there was 5 packs of diapers along with 5 packs of pink minnie mouse pull ups. My mom said that I shouldn't need them but we would be taking just in case. I was OK with that because I couldn't even imagine anything more humiliating that I could wear, until I saw the diapers. They were Luvs and had the most Infantile looking designs, featuring barney the dinosaur characters across the front. I immediately hated them more than anything. A few weeks later, we were having our Christmas show at my school and I managed to pee my pants infront of everyone. Apparently this was more embarrassing for my mother than it was for myself, judging by how angry she was. She decided that I would be wearing the pull ups during the day for now. She sent back to school the next morning with a pink pull up on under my pants. As the weeks passed by and my supply of pull ups and diapers began to dwindle, I became eager because I assumed that once they were all gone she would be switching me back to pampers and either my regular underwear, or atleast the boy's pull ups. When the time came, I was completely disappointed to see that she had bought more of the barney diapers and even more of the girl's pull ups, as she thought that they had been perfect for me. For the next 4 years, these were the only ones that she would buy for me. Until finally at the age of 14, she could no longer squeeze me into them. I was given regular underwear for during the day and she bought some very thick and bulky adult diapers for nighttime. I wore those diapers every night until I was almost 18 years old. There was millions of other things my mother did to torture me, but I was wondering if anyone else experienced any similar types of abuse from a parent.
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I've just been updating my profile information because I had a birthday last week, and so I'm now 25 instead of 24. It doesn't feel any different though!Just so you all know a bit about me: I suffer with anxiety and occasional panic attacks, and sometimes I do an accidental wee in bed while I'm asleep. Now I'm a year older than this time last week I can report that nothing has changed, although...
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In 2013 I had an accident resulting in spinal injury at the base of my neck with paralysis from there down, spasticity (muscle contractions and spasms) and double incontinence. Both my anus and my urethra have been left closed except with manual intervention. I hardly ever pass urine via the usual route (I have a suprapubic catheter passing directly into my bladder about 2 inches below my...
When I was eight years old, my six year old sister was teasing me one Saturday morning. At the time, my mom was babysitting her friend's 2-1/2 yer old son. This little boy was potty training, but was still in diapers most of the time. I was never allowed to hit, or even touch, my sister. If I did, I would be severely punished. All I could do was sit there and cry in frustration. My Parents had no sympathy for me, and said that I was acting like a baby. My dad got up off of the couch and threw me down on the floor. My mother pulled off my shorts and underwear, and pulled a diaper out of the baby's diaper bag. She folded the diaper to fit me, and then pinned it on me. She told me I was going to wear that diaper all day long. I told my parents that I had to pee, and that I was going to the bathroom to remove the diaper. My dad told me that if I took the diaper off that he was going to whoop me so hard that I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.
Since there was nothing I could do, I went into the kitchen to watch my mother cook dinner. when I was in the kitchen, I could no longer hold my pee inside my bladder. I figured that since I was being forced to wear a diaper, I would just wet it, Fortunately, our kitchen floor was tile. When I wet the diaper, it was so much that it just gushed out everywhere. I was standing a huge puddle in the middle of the kitchen when my mother turned around to say something to me. When she saw me standing there wearing a soaked diaper and standing in a puddle of pee, she just started screaming at me. My dad came into the kitchen to see what my mom was screaming about. My mom told me to stand in the corner of the kitchen, and told my dad to not let me move. My mom went down to the store, and was gone for about an hour before returning home.
When my mom returned home, she told my dad to bring me into the living room, and lay me down on the diaper changing mat that she had just gotten from the store. My dad held me down on the mat while my mother took 3 of the new cloth diapers out of the shopping bag. She then changed me out of the wet diaper, and pinned the three diapers on me. Next she reached into the bag and pulled out a really large pair of plastic pants, and put them over my diaper. She told my sister to go up to my room and bring down one of my T-shirts. Mom put the T-shirt on me and shoved me out the door, wearing nothing but my tennis shoes, socks, a T-shirt, and my diapers and plastic pants. My sister, along with all of the other neighborhood kids laughed and taunted me all the rest of the day until mom called us in for dinner. I asked mom how long do I have to wear these stupid diapers, and she told me that I would be wearing them all night, and until dinner the next day.
To make a long story short, when my mom woke me up the next morning, she found my bed sheets to be totally dry even though my diapers were soaking wet. AS this meant less laundry for her to have to wash, she told me that she was going to be diapering every night before bed. There were many embarrassing situations around extended family and friends over the years, as eventually everyone found out that I was still wearing diapers at night. Additionally, as I had a bad habit of falling asleep when we were driving in the car, I was diapered in thick diapers for trips longer than 1 hour.
My parents gave me no discretion in trying to keep my bed wetting and diaper wearing a secret. My diapers were always a discussion subject between my mom and all of her friends, as well as all of my aunts and grandmothers. All of the neighbors could see my diapers and plastic pants hanging out on the outside clothesline to dry. I was constantly taunted and teased by all of the kids at my elementary, jr. high, and high schools. I only found some peace after I moved out on my own. I moved across country where nobody knows me, and now I can finally keep my bed wetting problem under wraps.
When you do something bad intentionally, you deserve to be punished. Bedwetting is absolutely not intentional.. It’s mostly a development delay or sometimes an illness.
You would not punish your kid for catching a cold, would you?
When I was a kid, I received my share of spankings but never for wetting my sheets or even my pants.