Bedwetting trauma validation
So I was a bedwetter as a kid. Frequently wet the bed as a small child and then on and off until the 6th grade.
It was… bad. A regular source of shame. My father yelled at me. Threatened me with diapers. Called me a baby. Very traumatic.
I was teased by my older sibling.
And lots of embarrassing conversations with my exhausted mother.
I would wager all of that had a contributed to me being a gigantic ABDL…
Anyway… I recently really embraced diapers again about 6 months ago. Wearing every night and restarting some bedwetting training I had practiced in 2021.
About two months ago I had my first accident. Then a week or so later another.
Then 3 in a month. And now I’m waking up MOST mornings wet. It kind of happened quicker than I expected. I love it.
I’ve been trying to unpack what is so great about it for me. Like… why am I enjoying something I don’t even experience? It’s happening while I’m sleeping.
I’ve come to the partial conclusion that embracing diapers and learning to love bedwetting has been a solvent to my traumatic experiences from those decades ago. Loving myself and going beyond that it’s not just OKAY to wet myself: it’s THE GOAL.
Everyday I wake up happy.
Whether or not any of you are trying to become bedwetters, I just wanted to share how positive this has been for me.
There are cons (traveling with diapers is a hassle), but they don’t outweigh all the pros that have entered my life based on how happy I’ve become. I’m more productive, less angry, and I am giving myself some much needed love and attention.
Anyway, that’s my happy bedwetting story.