In Reply to: Connection between childhood and adult bedwetters posted by Steve on October 16, 2008 at 01:11
I did not wet the bed as a kid but I think I was kinky from birth.
I recall as a kid being fascinated by kids who had plastic mattress protectors or who had to wear nappies (diapers) to bed. I did not have a plastic sheet on my bed and I recall really wanting to wet it but also not wanting to damage the mattrass. Whenever I used to go to friends houses, I would check out whether they had plastic mattrass prtectors and sometimes look for nappies etc. You would be amazed at how many kids had them.
When I was about 7, I was in a school play where as part of the costume I wore a pair of dark green tights. I was a tree or a blade of grass or something. Anyway, I liked the feel of the tights and I would wear them under long pants any chance I got.
I used to get hold of babies plastic pants and wear them like undies. With the plastic against my skin. I liked the slippery feel of it. This is long before puberty. Every now and then I would get nappy rash which was really really painful. Other times my bum would break out in pimples and I would have to stop wearing them for a while.
When I was in high school, I went to bording school. We used to have 3 weekends a month when we could go home. On one weekend a friend of mine came home to my place because he lived about 6 hours by bus and it was not worth the trip just for 1 weekend. A few weeks later my mum received a letter from his parents inviting me to go and spend the first week of the school holidays with this boys family. Anyway end of term came and we hopped on the bus for the 6 hr trip to his place. The bus would stop about once every couple of hours at a petrol station for people to buy junk food and go to the toilet. At the first stop he did not get off so I stayed on board too. At the next stop I had to get off to go to the toilet. When I got back on we talked and he told me that he was not allowed to get off the bus and that he had to wear a nappy and plastic pants. He said I must not tell anyone back at school about his home life. Anyway when we got to his house it was big and they had lots of money and it turned out his parents were mega strict. He had to call his father sir. I was fascinated and more than happy to also call his father sir. Nothing was said about the nappy or the plastic pants. There was a plastic sheet on the kids bed though and my bed. So you can imagine I was more than happy. But I did not wet it though. The best bit was though that any time we went out with his parents, then he had to put on the nappy and plastic pants and was not allowed to leave his parents side. Not allowed to use public toilets. When we were at home, or in a nearby park he did not have to wear them. Only when in the presense of his parents. A sweet memory. I wished they had asked or made me wear them. I wish that I had had the courage to wet the bed. Hopefully they would have made me wear them. But I didn't. I still regret that. Life goes on.
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