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Afraid not. Wasn’t bladder emptying but enough to show on my shorts.

I’ve wet a lot of things but sorry to say no snow pants since that day. However, in my feeble perverted mind wetting an old fashioned cloth diaper & plastic pants in public has some similarity.

So I’m not the only one that wonders. Here’s an idea. For a night or two you observe me sleep (and wet) and I’ll do the same for you. OK … probably not. But seriously, there’s simply got to be a way to satisfy our curiosities. Wonder if IPhone night mode video would work?

Perhaps seven at the time, a cold winter afternoon, desperate for the bathroom I made it back to the house. Inside the back door, per mom’s rules, I had to remove my overshoes before going further. No way, couldn’t stand still. Losing the battle I stood in place as wetness spread down jeans & snow pants into boots. To the best of my memory snow pants were up to the task with no outward clue. There’s more. After removing boots and outerwear I went upstairs to my bedroom. In the privacy of my room I felt and admired wet pants for some length of time. Even took off pants and smelled them. It was magically exciting. Eventually I changed into dry clothes reentering the normal world, a little boy with a secret.

It happened again yesterday. Pulling into the station I had zero sense of urgency. A minute or so later standing beside the car while gas flowed into the tank wave after wave of desperation briefly overpowered me.

No way to know for sure, but on the rare occasion I wake for the bathroom my bladder is bursting so my guess is full force. Bedwetting is a big deal for me. I’d love to know the specifics on a given night. When did it happen? Was there any forewarning before it took place? From above the covers was there any indication I was wetting beneath? Your question, was it full force or something less? Were there one or more secondary wettings before morning? With today’s technology there’s got to way to find out. Suggestions?

Like you, several years ago I discovered not that much beer immediately before bed often resulted in my peeing the bed while asleep. Then, to my amazement, after many beer induced bed wettings it happened one night without. And now virtually every night without a drop of alcohol. Simple matter of conditioning … couldn’t be happier.

Teenage (home alone) purposeful bedwetting, remember it well. Over and over I promised myself never again only to succumb to the temptation at the next opportunity. I was addicted, couldn’t stop and still can’t. Only now it happens in my sleep which is even better. 🙂

I stopped around age 9 only to return to bedwetting after beer parties during the summer before my 20th birthday.

Yep, even with no wetting I’ve noticed a definite smell from GoodNites after a few hours.

Yep, and as I recall they supplied info for ordering Suzy photos which of course I did.

Punishment or reward is a question from my childhood. I believe mom’s use of night diapers was first and foremost eliminating the hassle of changing my bed every time I wet. At the same time I’m convinced she considered them punishment. If not before, this changed the morning I asked if I could also wear during the day. Yep, for me diapers weren’t punishment for wetting the bed, more the opposite.

As mentioned above … on more than one occasion after refueling at a self-service the urge has briefly overpowered me,

First time she was sympathetic. Second she gave me the silent treatment which was her saying it best not happen again. Third and final time before moving out she hung bedding including a rubber sheet and pajamas on the outside lines where all could see. The scene shouted my son wet the bed last night. I begged her to at least bring the rubber sheet in, wouldn’t do it. Can’t say the three teen bed wettings awakened my interest in the subject. No, the “interest” formed years earlier during childhood struggles with the same. But teen accidents were the catalyst for planned sleep wetting after graduating from college and getting a place of my own. Planned wettings that in time became unplanned and here we are.

Yes, many, many times. If nineteen is considered an adult the first was a few months before my twentieth birthday after drinking beer. Couldn’t hide it, had to tell my mother. Part of me was ashamed and embarrassed while the other got off on it.