My childhood was much the same. With few exceptions mom diapered me at bedtime till dry in my ninth year. Relieved at first, I soon longed for the shame and sensations of bed wetting. Fearing moms reaction, I resorted to secretly wetting the bed and quickly cleaning up when home alone. At puberty I discovered masturbation in a wet bed which put a whole new light on it. Then, to my amazement, in my late teens I returned to sleep wetting whenever I drank beer late in the evening.<quoted text> embarrassing wearing nappies a young boy. I hated itbut when I went through a dry period when I was 13 and when the nappies were taken away from me I really began to miss them. I wasn't long before I started wetting and was told I had to wear nappies agen. this time I didn't mind and liked the feeling of a nappy. I sill wet till this day and my wife wont get into bed unless I have a nappy on and on many occations she puts my nappy on if iv had a bit to much to drink. anyone else had this experience
Few years later, not fond of getting wet, my girlfriend (now wife) came home with bag from a fabric store. Calling me to see, she pulled out several yards of flannel. Saying it would be best for our relationship, at bedtime she pinned two or three lengths of the flannel on me. After sliding a pair plastic pants (mine) up over the flannel, she did her best to build up my ego before we crawled in bed. That was years ago, little has changed since.