My bladder sphincter didn't develop until I was twelve, so although I knew when to go, I had a minute or less to make it...The first three days of kindergarten myself, another boy and three girls wet ourselves three times a day and wet ourselves at naptime...The school, a small private school, gave me and the four others a chance, sent our parents a note saying that we weren't potty trained.
I was too and hated when people said that, our families had to bring diapers, wipes, extra panties / undies & pants. The five of us went to the nurse three times a day until fourth grade when I started wearing training pants, one girl finally was potty trained and the other three kept going. I did quite well, besides my bed wetting each night, and a few accidents, I found out the hard way that I need diapers for field trips, sleep overs and little league games
In fifth grade I was solely a bed wetter and after wetting myself in my football and baseball uniforms, decided to wear diapers for sports...In sixth grade, I gained two stepsisters, both my age and both bed wetters. Then in seventh grade I stopped bed wetting and other than a few random accidents and one winter dance where my girlfriend peed so I did, it was looking up.
FFW...Sophomore year, other than sports, and two ski trips that left me in a wet snowsuit and my sisters goodnites on the way home, I stayed dry...Last day before Christmas break, I am sick as a dog right after lunch, in study hall I nod out only to jump awake by a horrible cough and the spurts of pee in my pink girls boy shorts (I liked my sisters panties, onesies and jeans)...I asked to go to the restroom as I felt ill and was no sooner denied, then began projectile vomiting, it was during dry heaves that I noticed my tight jeans were hot in the crotch, something was wrong, I was not only sick but peeing myself in high school.
One girl, one of the ones from grade school, who also wore diapers noticed and told the teacher, saying,"You need to let him go, he's not only puking but wet himself and i'm on the verge of wetting myself too". He told me to go, so I went to my sisters locker, jacked two pink goodnites and some Luvs 7, a pair of track pants, and changed. Not fifteen minutes later I was puking and my baby diaper soaked. I took defeat went to the nurse and was sent home, I woke up that evening in one of the pink goodnites I lifted, wet, soaked with my girlfriend in bed.
She said, "How do you feel? Are you still wetting yourself or?"...I was still pissing the small girls goodnite, so I replied, "Why don't you go get some of those training pants you wear under your spanks, or wear to bed". She turned red and said "I wasn't being mean, you shouldn't either". Your sister told me that she gave you some diapers and training pants, so I brought some boys ones my dad thought that are too big for me. So I flipped off the covers and she said, "Oh how cute I wear the same ones for cheering, track, and then I wear pampers under them at night". "Are you wet !".I rolled over, "baby, printed on the butt of my sisters romper", and she said "You're not only wet, but you peed your sisters romper and your bed"
I have wet my bed ever since. I have been lucky though to have three long term girlfriends whom are also bed wetters. Three high school accidents, on-purpose party wetting, pissed pants at homecoming, Rompers and Goodnights at prom....And many of my step sisters friends once they found out both my sisters, both super popular cheerleaders wore diapers, would ask to try them on
In college, I would only hit on the girls whom peed themselves at bars and parties...One girl Syl, was actually from my town and one of the three other diaper kids. Freshmen year of college we started dating after college homecoming. We got super drunk, danced and during the last dance she peed her dress, so I peed my pants, its been true love ever since...We had our own apartment that we shared with my bed wetting sister and Syl's cousin who pissed every time she drank. So College was decent, minus a few in class accidents. Sly peeing herself cheering, being caught, and a few bar wettings.
We moved into our home last year, her working as an RN, me, writing code... She still reminds me about grade school and high school every now and then....Or has an old friend come for the weekend. It's crazy how shit happens, i'd have never guessed standing in line with a soaked pair of Huggies leaking in my jeans, waiting for the school nurse to put a diaper on me that the girl in line behind me who usually left a puddle, would be my college sweetheart. My drunken pissy sorority cheerleader, or that we still be together after ten years..Its kinda crazy.