In Reply to: Re: Summertime posted by WB on July 03, 2010 at 13:11
Something similar happened to me. It was summer just before last year in college and I was home recuperatiing from some surgery. My mother put a pad underneath me which only heightened my bedwetting desires that I'd really developed over the past several years while living on my own. I was a bedwetter as a child and had couple of recent accidents while at school. I had already started to enjoy some intentional bedwetting. So I began to wet the bed( intentionally) at my mother's house. She was sympathetic and somewhat embarrassed for me. I liked that and continued to wet once a week or so. She soon put a plastic sheet on the bed and told me not to worry about it.
After a visit to some relatives in which I suggested to her that wearing some rubber pants would avoid the embarrassment, she thought it was a good idea. No diapers, though---just a towel inside my underwear. I spent the last year in college at home doing a lot of wetting. After a while, she would admonish me if a didn't wear the rubber pants. I think she kind of liked the fact that I was still a bedwetter; she never suggested that I see a doctor and would sometimes say things like " that's just you" and " whatever floats your boat", things like that.
I still remember the excitement of that summer day when she made the bed up with a plastic sheet---the bedwetter's badge. Even though I'm not a 'true' bedwetter, I enjoy wetting the bed and the feeling of being considered as part of that group. So that's my fond memory of summer bedwetting.
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