In Reply to: Becoming a bedwetter: A Trial Begins (1) posted by Subject #1 on September 20, 2008 at 21:22
I did this a couple of years ago.
I guess, after 20 years of nappies, pants-wetting, water sports and more recently, recreational bed-wetting, I was pretty well habituated to wetting myself as required and had no problems at all in “letting go”.
Perhaps because of this, it only took around 8 weeks before I started to see some results.
Every night, I’d drink a few glasses of water and go to bed. The water meant that I’d most likely need to pee during the night or at least, very early in the morning. Probably most of the time (for practicality), I would put in a fairly heavy terry nappy and plastic pants although as often as I could, I’d just wet the bed.
At the start, I’d just wake up badly needing to pee during the night. I’d pee (bed, nappy, whatever) and then try to fall back asleep in it. This was no problem at all in my thick nappies but it proved tougher to sleep in a wet bed.
Often I’d find it hard to fall asleep without a completely empty bladder so I’d dump whatever pee I had into my bed or nappy just after retiring. There wouldn’t be much but usually, the front of my nappy or maybe my pyjama pants would be a little damp. This is where it started to happen.
A couple of times after several weeks had elapsed, each time I’d have fallen asleep slightly damp. At some time during the night, I’d find myself having incredibly vivid, realistic “pee” dreams. I’d dream that I was out with friends desperately needing to pee, I’d dream that I’d be out in a public place, dying for a pee. Eventually, I’d find a toilet somewhere and there’d be sweet relief.
And then, some indeterminate time later, I’d wake up - soaked. Whilst I’d gone to bed in a nappy with a slight damp patch at the front, I’d awake to discover it warm and heavy – wet front, wet sides, wet bum and sometimes even wet leggings (so I drank a fair bit of water). Where I’d gone to bed with damp pyjama pants, I’d wake up in a swamp. Soaked pyjamas stuck to my thighs, a wet back and a sizeable pee stain on the top sheet.
I guess I don’t really know if I woke up, peed myself and simply somehow forgot I’d done it by the next morning but it seems more likely that the “sweet relief” in my vivid pee dreams was indeed, the real thing. I was either asleep or at best, not really awake when it happened.
I’ve since heard from others that these “pee dreams” are a passing phase and the next stop is peeing in your sleep with no mental cues at all (Steve, was this you who told me this?).
I ran out of time before it went any further but I was starting to get nervous in any case. I could by then see that I was on the path to becoming a bedwetter and if I let it run on, I may not have any say in the matter. My career and my normal home life would not tolerate a full time, adult bedwetter.
I kept a journal of all of this. I never posted it because it involved a lot of nappies and a lot of those nappies ended up dirty as well as wet and I didn’t want to upset the pure-bedwetting demographic.
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