How it all started, my wet story

[Mary Moon 1,980]

Sometimes people write to me, when they find out that i have incontinence problems maybe they are curious or feel sad for me, so i decided to tell you how it all started, but first we have to take a step back:

wet beds for me as a child were a constant although as I grew up the days in which i woke up dry increased, until i got to about 9/10 years old that i finally seemed to have overcome it, at the time my family and i did not know that this was caused by the delay in the growth of my bladder and the period that I thought i had recovered from 9/10 years old until 13 was due to the fact that i had temporarily stabilized and that my bladder had recovered in some way. Basically during this period i was a normal girl like all the others with my friends, school, always smiling and happy. Everything fell apart one day, i still remember it, it was a Tuesday in April. In the previous period I had had signs that something was wrong, such as the fact that I had started to feel the need to go to the bathroom a little more often than I was used to, but at the time i didn't pay much attention to it. That morning when I opened my eyes, i immediately understood that something was wrong, I felt the sheets and my pajamas stuck to me, I didn't understand, at first I thought maybe my legs were asleep, but as soon as I was sufficiently awake, what had happened hit me like a punch in the stomach, I lifted the blanket and saw a large wet stain on the crotch of my pajamas and on the sheet underneath, I almost screamed, but I managed not to because my sister would have woken up otherwise and would have seen, I went into total panic. How could this have happened, and yet I had gone to the bathroom before going to bed, I thought, inside I hoped it was maybe a prank by my sister who had poured some water in the bed but when I smelled it, the smell of pee was unmistakable, at 13 I had peed myself. I thought about what I could do, it was impossible to change the sheets without my sister waking up, and mom would have found it in the washing machine. In the end I forced myself and woke up my older sister, I was in a panic. After a few gentle shakes she woke up, cursed saying "what's wrong?" then she saw the time which was still early and frowned, but she saw my expression and immediately understood that something had happened, I was whimpering disjointed sentences but in the end I calmed down and explained to her what had happened, I told her I didn't know how it had happened and not to make fun of me. She came over to my bed and wrinkled her nose a little at the smell of pee, staring in disbelief at the stain. At that point she went into big sister mode, and tried to console me by saying that these things could happen, etc... I was worried about getting punished by my parents, she reassured me by saying to stay calm that she didn't think it was something that deserved punishment. So she told me to wait here, saying that she would talk to mom, so she went to the kitchen where mom was, and asked her if she could come to our room. When she arrived she also wrinkled her nose at the smell of pee and so she opened the window. Then she saw me shocked that i was about to cry, and she hugged me saying "come on, honey, it's nothing, now go wash yourself and then we'll change the sheets", and she asked my sister to help me in the bathroom while she changed the sheets. But the worst was yet to come, what I thought was a coincidence happened again in the following days, i was desperate, i didn't understand how it was possible. Dad and Mom sat me down, to talk to me, i thought that a real punishment would come this time. Mom tried to find the right words, because Dad seemed to be beating around the bush and going around the issue, in the end Mom said "honey, listen, we're not angry, we know it's not your fault, but we can't wash sheets every morning. Dad and I thought about making you wear a protection in bed, i know you probably won't like it" and I remained between incredulous and embarrassed, it couldn't happen to me, I thought, "m-mom will i have to wear diapers? You can't really say that", she saw that i was about to burst into tears, she hugged me to her chest "honey, it's not a punishment, it's to make you sleep more peacefully", in the end i understood that she was right. During that period we went to various doctors among other things, but at the time no one had understood what i had, everyone thought it could be the anxiety that made my bladder hyperactive, the wrong diet, etc.. I remember that the first times were very embarrassing for me. Mom had bought thick diapers with tape, the problem was that I couldn't put them on correctly so Mom had to help me. i was very embarrassed, i was 13 and Mom changed my diapers. Luckily, a short time later Mom discovered pullups that were worn like underwear, i was really happy because they weren't bulky like diapers, they almost looked like colored padded panties.

During that period my sister was really fantastic, she never made fun of me, but on the contrary she had become very protective, she tried to cheer me up with witty jokes, she tried to make me find the positive aspects like the fact that on Sunday mornings i could stay in bed, instead of having to get up to go to the bathroom like she had to do. I suggested that we try a pullup but she declined laughing even if she said she was tempted, but then who knows what Mom would have said if she had found out.

Unfortunately the worst was not over, I noticed that even during the day i needed to pee quite often, sometimes even every hour, at school it was becoming a problem, because the teachers did not always send it and it happened that sometimes i had to insist, and i was very embarrassed having to go to the bathroom so often. Unfortunately the worst was not over, i noticed that even during the day i needed to pee quite often, sometimes even every hour, at school it was becoming a problem, because the teachers did not always send it and it happened that sometimes i had to insist, and i was very embarrassed having to go to the bathroom so often. Then came that fateful day, the one i have always called the worst day of my life: we were going to the gym for gymnastics class, i had been too absorbed in chatting with my friends to think about going to the bathroom at the change of class, it was a fatal mistake. As soon as the class started i already regretted not going, i felt a certain pressure in my bladder, but it was manageable, I couldn't ask to go to the bathroom as soon as the class started, then that teacher was quite reluctant to screw up, because a few days before during his class he had caught some kids smoking in the bathroom. So i gritted my teeth and just had to resist for another 45 minutes (you should know that at the time i had much less control than i do now, i practically peed almost every hour), halfway through the class the situation was serious, but i was convinced i could do it, it would only be 30 minutes, the pressure was really a lot. when there were about 15 minutes left the teacher had us girls play a little volleyball game while the boys shot hoops. I was very focused on not peeing myself, i knew that there was very little time left and I could have run to the bathroom. Unfortunately fate had different ideas, one of my classmates bumped into me to get the ball and made me fall, the impact took me completely by surprise and I ended up with my legs in the air, my concentration failed and without me being able to do anything about it my bladder gave out, i felt the hot urine invading my panties and leggings that had become dark. My classmates were incredulous at the scene, i was almost alienated at that moment almost as if it wasn't happening to me, i was unable to stop the flow that stopped only when my bladder was emptied. I saw that some of my classmates were giggling, the teacher helped me get up and asked some of my classmates to accompany me to the locker room, the two girls who were accompanying me tried to console me. I tried to dry myself after taking off my wet leggings and panties, i was embarrassed to be naked from the waist down in front of my classmates, i was much more modest back then than i am now. One of them lent me her sweatpants because she had a change of clothes. They called my mother who came to pick me up, i was mortified and couldn't look her in the face, she tried to console me but i was burning with shame and humiliation for having peed myself in front of everyone. Then it happened another time, fortunately less blatantly, during a test, once I had handed in the test, i asked to go to the bathroom and ran desperately (as you know during tests you can't take bathroom breaks, and i was very desperate for having held it for over two hours). While i was running i was almost in tears, my bladder hurt so much, unfortunately when i was only a few meters from the bathroom it gave way, and i flooded my jeans. At that point i didn't know what to do, i forced myself and called the caretaker's attention. When she arrived and saw me, she was surprised and i asked her if she could call my teacher, trying to be discreet, she made me go into the broom closet so that other students wouldn't see me. When the teacher arrived she was shocked too, i apologized saying that I hadn't arrived on time, she and the janitor tried to console me. The teacher called mom and i suggested that she bring me a change of pants that were the same as the ones i had on so the kids wouldn't notice. I was really grateful, mom arrived shortly after with the change of clothes and I was able to go back to class. The teacher told the other teacher of the next period a cover story to save my dignity, that is, that I had been dizzy, perhaps because of the anxiety of the test. I felt a little guilty because everyone was asking me if I was okay, etc. That period was bad because the word about the gym accident had spread around the school and everyone knew that I had peed myself, if the boys at most made a few jokes, some girls were really mean, it was not an easy period. The worst thing was that after the second accident, my mother told me that it would be better to wear pullups to school too, i was horrified at the idea, i tried to oppose it, but in the end I gave in. My mother tried to make it as light as possible for me, she came up with the trick of wearing a gymnastics leotard over the pull-up so that the elastic couldn't stick out of my pants, the leotard from the outside looked like a normal t-shirt, so it worked. My mother had to tell my teachers about my problems, i was very ashamed of it, but it was absolutely necessary that no teacher ever denied me permission to go. The pullups saved me on other occasions in middle school and high school, because i found myself unable to make it on time, perhaps because i was late for a bathroom break, there was a test, etc..

As the years went by i learned to live with my problem also thanks to psychotherapy that helped me with depression, especially because the fear of being discovered wearing diapers prevented me from thinking about the idea of having a boyfriend, so i suffered a lot when i had a crush on someone. Everything was further complicated because i was realizing that i also found some girls attractive, even if i tried to ignore it. However, this whole situation caused me a lot of internal anger, only that my psychotherapist told me that i had to channel this anger into something constructive such as a sport, or a hobby. However, i never really liked sport, i focused a lot on studying, and in fact i graduated from high school with top marks, i wanted to prove that i wasn't defective and that my parents could be proud of me even if i pee myself.

After so much suffering, however, fate finally decided to smile on me, we arrived at our days, i had recently become a college student. Because of my introverted nature and the fact that i wore pullovers i had problems approaching boys, but i really wanted to have someone who loved me. My sister advised me to sign up for Tinder, i was quite doubtful, i was afraid of meeting human cases. Without even thinking too much i decided to select both boys and girls. I came across the profile of this beautiful blonde girl of Ukrainian origin, when i saw her i said "wow, she looks like Lagherta" (Lagherta was a character from the series Vikings for whom i had a monstrous crush). The next day i realized i had a match, i thought it was probably the classic ugly boy who was a human case, but to my surprise the match was with this girl. I didn't know what, was I really convinced i was having a romantic approach with a girl? I finally texted her, she replied after a few minutes, we chatted for a long time, we decided to get an ice cream together on the weekend, when i arrived i saw her and i was frozen, she was even more beautiful in person, she was very tall, about 1.80 m tall, athletic, there was a hint of abs that came out of her short t-shirt, she had ice-blue eyes, i almost hyperventilated. She was practically a goddess of Asgard and I was a nobody. As we got to know each other, however, i realized that she incredibly seemed into me, i couldn't understand how it was possible. I then finally drove her home because she didn't have a car, having arrived from Ukraine with a humanitarian permit and a scholarship, she greeted me with a warm kiss on the cheek, which almost made my heart fall out of my mouth. We went out together other times and finally the first kiss arrived, it was the first time I kissed another person on the lips, i think seriously risked cardiac arrest. But i always had that thought on my heart, about my incontinence, as soon as she found out I wore diapers she would leave disgusted i thought. I had fallen madly in love, i didn't want to lose her, i was desperate. In the end one night we went to the pub, I stopped in front of her house, with the car, we were kissing. I pulled away and she asked what was wrong and that I had been weird all night. I told her that there was something she should know, I pulled down the edge of my jeans slightly showing the elastic of my pullup, she raised a surprised eyebrow, i felt the tears running down I told her "i have to wear them because i have a bladder problem and sometimes i have accidents", she remained silent for a while, but then she smiled and kissed my cheek "i don't care" she replied "i love you". I melted and started to cry my eyes out and she held me there to let it all out for a few minutes. Finally she said "do you want to come up to me?", i nodded even though i was scared. When we entered she led me to the bed and started kissing my neck, she started to take off my sweatshirt, I let her do it, my heart threatened to explode like an atomic bomb. She said "if you don't feel like it i'll stop, just say so", i told her not to stop. she also took off my shirt leaving me bare-chested (I don't wear a bra), i was both embarrassed and excited as hell, in turn she undressed also remaining topless, i was hypnotized by her gorgeous breasts, she saw me hesitant and giggled "touch it", she said. I reached out and caressed her nipples and her soft breasts. She started to undo my jeans, she was exposing my pullup, i was overcome by great embarrassment and tried to cover myself, she smiled and told me that she thought my pullup was very cute, in the end we made sweet love. It was the most beautiful and intense moment of my life. Another beautiful moment was when with the help of my sister i told my parents that I was engaged, but that i was with a girl, they were surprised, and I begged them not to hate me, mom said to me "does this girl make you happy?" i answered yes, and she replied "then there is absolutely nothing wrong", i feared the reaction of dad who is very conservative, but he also said that it was enough for him that i was happy, so there was a family hug between all four of us.

Here are some of the salient facts of my story since i started wearing pullups. Now my bladder is recovering a bit, and things are improving, thanks to the love of my wonderful girlfriend and my family now i live with much more awareness, sometimes i still have some accidents, but i have learned to manage them. I think that this story can also be useful to those who have a similar problem, it teaches that you have to be strong but also to know how to accept help from others. ❤️

 

Edited October 16 by Mary Moon

[muffinhuntr 1,213]

I understand your embarassment from wetting yourself and am so glad you family and your girlfriend love you enough to accept it and take care of you.

I have never been afraid of dating or being with anyone with any sort of handicap as long as they tell me what their limitations are.

With that said let me admit that I like everything about you, your incontinince , your diapers, your girlfriend. Thank you for beings so brave as to explain your incontinence and the problems that causes. I wish you only the best in the future and hope the issue resolves itself.

[Mary Moon 1,980]

49 minutes ago, muffinhuntr said:

I understand your embarassment from wetting yourself and am so glad you family and your girlfriend love you enough to accept it and take care of you.

I have never been afraid of dating or being with anyone with any sort of handicap as long as they tell me what their limitations are.

With that said let me admit that I like everything about you, your incontinince , your diapers, your girlfriend. Thank you for beings so brave as to explain your incontinence and the problems that causes. I wish you only the best in the future and hope the issue resolves itself.

I wrote this story, which maybe can also be read by those who have a similar problem and can make them understand that you can manage to live well and overcome it, that you have to react but also let yourself be helped by those close to you without closing yourself off.

Writing this post, Ii admit cried a little because i relived my life a little in this period of time, both the moments when i was depressed and the good moments. It was a difficult journey but i wouldn't change it, in the sense that maybe if i hadn't had incontinence, i wouldn't have met my girlfriend and maybe i wouldn't have developed this beautiful relationship that i have with my sister and my parents.

Let's say that writing this post was emotionally important, maybe that's why it came out so long 😄

 

[Overlord 451]

@Mary Moon 

Thanks for posting and sharing your story. It was very interesting and emotional to read.

I'm glad everything played out fine for you at the end and that you're accepting and learning to live with this challenge.

Try not to think too much about those mishaps you've had. Everyone who doesn't live under a rock will have something similar that happened in his past. You are not alone. I wish you the best.

[Mary Moon 1,980]

4 minutes ago, Overlord said:

@Mary Moon 

Thanks for posting and sharing your story. It was very interesting and emotional to read.

I'm glad everything played out fine for you at the end and that you're accepting and learning to live with this challenge.

Try not to think too much about those mishaps you've had. Everyone who doesn't live under a rock will have something similar that happened in his past. You are not alone. I wish you the best.

Let's say that adolescence is a bit hard for everyone (even if it's more of a perception than anything else), in my case i suffered a lot from it, because my lack of maturity made the problem bigger.

[Overlord 451]

2 minutes ago, Mary Moon said:

Let's say that adolescence is a bit hard for everyone (even if it's more of a perception than anything else), in my case i suffered a lot from it, because my lack of maturity made the problem bigger.

I completely understand what you mean and I feel you. You were and are not alone in this. A lot of people suffered through adolescence. Maybe not like you did but most of us have baggage to carry around.

I personally suffered a lot in my youth and I bet, sad as the world is, we have a lot of tormented souls around here. But let's not talk about this. This is your thread.

[Mary Moon 1,980]

2 minutes ago, Overlord said:

I completely understand what you mean and I feel you. You were and are not alone in this. A lot of people suffered through adolescence. Maybe not like you did but most of us have baggage to carry around.

I personally suffered a lot in my youth and I bet, sad as the world is, we have a lot of tormented souls around here. But let's not talk about this. This is your thread.

my sister also helped me a lot, she was a kind of mental coach, she has a particular character, she is very direct (the typical girl who sometimes doesn't seem very feminine because she swears, etc... eheh), but inside she is very affectionate and sensitive. She always tried to encourage me, think that she had invented a kind of table, basically she drew a sun on the calendar if i woke up dry and a cloud if I woke up wet, mom found it very funny and said that if i made three suns in a row i would receive a bonus to my allowance. 😄 

 

[thanks1972 414]

Wow Mary, I marvel at your strength. I am glad you didn't give up on love and found someone to be happy with.

[Takashi96 1,075]

Thank you so much for sharing your story. Incontinence sounds like an extremely troubling, inconvenient condition. Especially, when you're in school.

Still, I'm curious how you managed to develop a pee kink? I think if I were incontinent I might feel the opposite of turned on by pee. Was there a particular incident that made you realize you liked pee related kinks?

 

Edited October 19 by Takashi96
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[Mary Moon 1,980]

3 hours ago, Takashi96 said:

Thank you so much for sharing your story. Incontinence sounds like an extremely troubling, inconvenient condition. Especially, when you're in school.

Still, I'm curious how you managed to develop a pee kink? I think if I were incontinent I might feel the opposite of turned on by pee. Was there a particular incident that made you realize you liked pee related kinks?

 

I don't know, for some reason Iive developed a fetish for despair and accidents, which are things i unfortunately live with. When i spoke to my psychotherapist about it, she said it could be a defense mechanism of my mind

[Takashi96 1,075]

That does make sense, actually.