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Stanley79

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  1. Ouch! I was at least twelve before I could stop. If no restroom available, I looked for a way to hide in plain sight. In summer clothing after dark I'd let the pee happen while sitting on grass or sand and hoped it wouldn't be noticed and eventually dry. Alternatively, I'd have logs or large rocks between the adults and me. Those events didn't happen often. After I could stop, I'd continue holding after dribbles and squirts started to avoid the long drying time. If I was starting to squirm, I'd do a partial sneaky pee. When reaching beer age I'd still try to hold after squirts started. But that didn't accomplish much. Once beer squirts started, they'd happened so frequently, I might as well have let a full on pee happen.
  2. I prefer pull-ups for day and diapers (with tapes) for sleeping. When awake I can nearly always avoid floods. When sleeping I might flood twice before waking to change myself. Because my wetting is unpredictable, I use brands available at drug stores.
  3. Found these two on the net. There's absolutely no reason why they would remind me of Barry's Paige: How I Became a Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter.
  4. Confident women. Actually, all the shy types I've known would never pee with a male watching. If you've seen that dutch couple ceramic doing a lips-only kiss, my first two girl friends used that "bent forward" stance when peeing outdoors. So sometimes I liked either girlfriend doing that "dutch kissing" or shoulder-to-shoulder hugging while she peed. Other times I liked holding hands and watching. Japanese kissing-couple version https://www.ebay.com/itm/285026513635?hash=item425ce772e3:g:5PYAAOSw3BhiJU0D&amdata=enc%3AAQAHAAAAoAAps8pbi%2FDE%2Bbk5MrcwURqRFB6E43LQzIkpNChuUg%2FvYm1DGacynRhWwASYDd%2FFPKwt6KG%2BBA4KCBE9Aj%2FegMXM4pFz4Y4cRqK%2BjmkUTa0UUXoALEOLMtGQtua%2Fb%2B%2FrAgZnxeKoWTf%2B1jJHHd6ruit%2BC%2F%2FaKJOnUPm1bH%2BKG6zMuBeAzkIkZIjq6Ch7xq1k0%2BNrOP%2BJEl8k%2B%2BdOUCJrQTE%3D|tkp%3ABk9SR47VgcOXYQ Traditional:
  5. If you read the forum on a laptop or other full-screen computer, you'll find the up-vote arrow near the lower right corner of the screen. If you click it, it means you like the comments on that screen. Rather than a simple up vote, you can select drawings of the omorashi.org mascot and the feeling each represents. Her story is in the art section. If I remember right a participant can give 4 up votes during a 24 hour period. However, be it known that I am not omorashi.org staff. I simply hang out in this part of cyberspace.
  6. I once thought this fetish was weird. Then it sunk in that my next older cousin likes squat peeing in lake and ocean shallows so that any boys around realize she's peeing. My first steady liked me to watch her after-school pee. Some ladies allow friends to post clips of them squirming and/or wetting their pants to YouTube. They often appear delighted that someone has a camera on them. Some women here post videos and clips of themselves. Often they hydrate, then hold as long possible and photograph the outcome. They are not getting paid. They simply like sharing hold-til-bursting experiences. The forum enables up-votes and replies for a good reason. I hope you enjoy omorashi.org as most participants do.
  7. A date dribbled when stretching across a kitchen counter. Shortly thereafter I found the same position also made me dribble or squirt. After my surgery almost any change in position made me leak—often enough that it would have been visible had I not been wearing pull-ups. That situation has almost disappeared except for one motion that sometimes continues making me leak a little. When I have to twist to sit. Imagine a large home feast where I have to slide behind some relatives at a dinner table and then sort of twist into my chair. Anyone else leak with certain motions or positions?
  8. You presumably have learned how long your siblings (if any) and significant other (if any) will wait from first mentioning a pee signal until declaring their pee need a five alarm emergency. That would be the situation with anyone you’d spent numerous days with. (I’ve dated girls who set bladder needs so far down the priority stack they’d often wait more four hours. Others have made bladder needs an absolute first priority – interrupting all other needs until serviced.) Any exceptions? OTHO, How well can you predict when your significant other and/or sibling will get a pee urge? In what situations can you do so?
  9. For me it's more about the wetting-inducing dreams than how much I wet. Of course, they start with needing a bathroom. Usually delays impede my search. Strangers refuse answering my, "Where's the bathroom please?" Sometimes a totally open landscape with maybe a few scrawny trees, an occasional stranger watching me and some surreal objects materializing. In one case a few stair leading up to a door appeared. For lack of any other option, I ascended the stairs and passed through. Stairs descended to the same open country I'd ascended from. Some are much more ordinary. A building or boat with an odd multi-level layout and no signage. Finally the search ends at a usable hiding place or an actual restroom (either run down or having odd fixtures). Something like rain dripping from a tree, a slightly cracked pipe, my ineptly using the fixture or my body having changed accounts for the wet feeling. More rarely I search until I wet. Very rarely something terrifies me and I don't realize I'm fear wetting until I'm soaked.
  10. This area has a weather oddities. The temperature drops to freeing. Then it just stays near freezing for a couple days. Also the clouds here seldom provide snow. So when snow covered the ground, my pee-on-everything high-school steady wouldn't miss the chance to pee on it. Since we have devil's club (our substitute for poison ivy), she didn't drop to a full squat. She only dropped far enough to put her hands on her knees. When standing on ice, the first step was getting firm grip on a low tree branch. However, we were young enough freezing temperature didn't bother us.
  11. Yes it is. It does not have to work that way in fiction.
  12. A good read for these cold nights. I was in a men's room where a young lady ahead of me was using a wall-mounted urinal. She had to get close and strattel the fixture. To do that she had dropped her pants to about 10 cm below her crotch. Even though she'd convincingly dressed as a guy for purposes outside the restroom, she totally ruined the illustion while peeing. To pee like a guy, a girl must have a sharply forward pee angle or palm a gogirl type device.
  13. That is a big factor for me. However, while my parents were not into omo, my next older cousin is. She was always peeing half hidden where boys could tell she was peeing. The closest we came to doing omo together was peeing side by side while wading waist deep. This a fresh topic -- not recently beaten to death as far as I remember.
  14. Would you like to remotely interact with another omorashi fan by constantly disclosing your squirming, crotch holding, bladder bulge and leaks? Background: In Science of a Wet Night TheIrreverend describes using a temperature sensor, an Arduino (usually costing under US$40) and data-capture software (free examples online) recording when and how much she wet her bed. For one of many Internet examples see https://maker.pro/arduino/projects/make-arduino-temperature-data-logger Astronauts have been wearing body sensors since the early 1960s. Detecting filling bladder or discomfort hints: Sensors currently sold online and possible uses: Temperature sensor -- leaks https://create.arduino.cc/projecthub/projects/tags/temperature Pressure / Strain Gauge sensor -- knees pressed together Pressure / Strain Gauge sensor -- holding crotch Pressure / Strain Gauge sensor -- tummy bulge https://forum.arduino.cc/t/strain-gauge-hx711/581281 Accelerometer -- squirming and dancing https://docs.arduino.cc/built-in-examples/sensors/ADXL3xx I have searched for neither suitable multiple-sensor nor communications software. I'd love to read some story telling around this pee-need telemetry.
  15. When I'm relaxed at home, my body gets into an extreme latch-key mode. Sometimes my bladder has barely signaled when my urinary sphincter lets out a dribble.
  16. The same title exists in the general omorashi section. Herein I'd like to read about diaper lovers' end of unintentional bed wetting. An afterthought to what I wrote on the omorashi forum: While I remained dry at night during ages 6 through 9 or 10, had been allowed the water and juice I thirsted for between dinner and bed, I likely would have bed wet through those years. (I was allowed one 4-ounce glass between dinner and bed.) I often feel I had not obtained toilette training. More correctly I was a dehydrated bed wetter. Just add water and I would have bed wet. Of course I have no test of this other than my bed wetting restarting when I was allowed to quench my thirst. If this guess is correct, I remained a bed wetter until about my 14th birthday.
  17. Humans sometimes do change habits. But you'd have to something extreme. For instance, if you used diapers more than restrooms for a couple months. Or rewarding yourself by enjoying a banana split each time you peed your diaper.
  18. Sudden desperation hits me a few times each year. But one occasion stands out. It happened when I was 25. It had been a very hot day. The last half of my swing shift I drank five or six sodas. A coworker put out very hot pickled peppers. Figuring they'd be something like the taco sauce my ex-wife loved I popped a couple in my mouth. I choked and couldn't breath. The coworker thought I'd die. But I'd recovered in about five minutes. Shortly after the pickled peppers, my shift ended. As I arrived home, a friend from tech school and a former employee of my current employer pulled up. He had also dated my ex before she met me. As we had many common interests and experiences, I put out four beers. An hour later I was getting tired and the friend was ready to leave. I figured I walk him to his car. On the porch by bladder sent the first gentle hint it would need attention. My friend's car was no more than 15 meters (50 feet) from my front door. In that short distance my bladder signal increased well past the intensity that usually sent me to the bathroom. My friend started on some topic. I told him I'd gotten too tired to understand anything technical. Our good night formalities lasted less than one minute. As he pulled away I couldn't think of anything but relief. I hurried back to my door. But on my porch the dam broke. My beer-party experience was leaking two or three squirts that didn't show through my heavy clothing. But this was a stream I could not stop. I strained to get control. I regained control only after leaking a dinner-plate-sized wet spot. But the control only lasted two seconds. Again I strained to stop the flow. Again the stream stopped for maybe two seconds. The third time I stopped the control, it held. After all that peeing my bladder continued sending a too-full signal. I glanced at my reflection in window. The flood extended below my knees. Also in the refection, I saw the 20-something woman across the street watching me from her window. The control held as I rushed through the house. On the up side I would not need to clean the floors. My ex-wife dropped by a few days later. She knew I normally leaked a little at beer parties. She listened to the entire misadventure. I told her I would have been even more embarrassed had our mutual friend stayed a few seconds longer. She giggled, "He couldn't say much. He's leaked at church lemonade parties." I should have known. His sister had unintentionally revealed her poor control. Whether this extreme experience stemmed from the many sodas, the peppers as a diuretic, the peppers as a bladder irritant or the two beers, I've no clue. So I check the all of the above box.
  19. Bed and day wetting ceased at age five. Like many other autistic people, my bladder control (if you even call it that) arrived late. The bed wetting restarted at age eleven. It was not an every-night occurrence. I’d wet six to ten times in two weeks. Then I’d have ten to twelve dry weeks. Then a couple more wet weeks. My most embarrassing wetting was at a slumber party. Maybe I hid it well. Neither of the other boys ever mentioned it. The next embarrassing event was mother taking me to a doctor for a check up. Without bracing me for it, she told the doctor about my bed wetting. The doctor was cool about it. He asked a couple questions. Then he said, “Let’s see whether it stops by itself. It stopped just before my fourteenth birthday. It returned at age nineteen (when I was living in a college dormitory) and has not stopped for more than eighteen months since. It eventually became more random. That makes managing it harder. Now a Peepod Mat keeps me more comfortable, makes cleanup easier and prevents mattress damage. It’s nice to have a mat there in case I get lazy about putting on a night diaper before bed. If you have not read Sarah Silverman’s account of her bed wetting, your can find an extract at https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2010/aug/21/sarah-silverman-bedwetter-extract Does it sound familiar?
  20. RachelKirwan suggested I look into the Pee Pod Mat washable and reusable bed pads. My Pee Pod Mat work much better than any disposable mat I've used. On one side they look like terrycloth beach towels. That disguises them when you have you wash them in a laundromat. https://www.peapodmats.com/
  21. That can be very unpleasant. Did you feel like you had enough sleep? I've had a good many such nights. They became quite common during my type 2 diabetes onset. If you don't have those nights often, you probably don't have a medical problem.
  22. Going in. Slide latch. I'm out. I'm out. The forum is automatically merging my posts. What's the fix?
  23. My first girlfriend's church and adult sister put emphasis on doing certain acts in private. That made doing them with someone very exciting. My girlfriend was a latch-key kid. She initiated peeing, showering and disrobing together. The taboo was so strong, it seriously excited her. We engaged in such things every school day.
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