Mum held me tightly and kept up her reassuring stroking and petting of my towelled bottom. However, there was a problem – and it had taken talking to the psychiatrist to realise just how much this was a fact, I didn’t mind the current fuss. At times, I could only make out the bright outline so looked like it had a detached life of its own. However, there are quite a number of things going on in my life that I can’t explain and that are more than slightly, erm, However, on the bus home I was incredibly happy. How the hell does a subconscious act like that work anyway? It was the strangest of sensations. It seems so long ago that I used to sleep wearing just a pair of shorts or go about my day with nothing more substantial than briefs for urine protection. Started 3 hours ago, By “Your dinosaur chums look desperate to find dry land.” She was stroking my colourful padding. Although this sounded like an accusation of some kind Mary calmed down thanks to the lack of an immediate threat to her son’s well-being. Letting Mrs Patel go first I delved in and found the orange crème and couldn’t get it in my mouth quick enough. I mean, there I was, partly naked, in a wet nappy and had been dressed as a schoolboy so I could hardly take some kind of snooty attitude about it could I? Yay! I bought the preschool plastic-backed diaper! That was her reason. Strangely, I found myself chuckling more as I gazed out the window and wondered how many on the other side of the glass would find as much delight as I did due to wearing such an infantile looking piece of underwear. The answer - not take it seriously at all. They could so easily have been obnoxious about the way I was dressed, because the longer I was in the office the more it became obvious that everyone had noticed I’d inadvertently dressed like a schoolboy. In fact, so bad had it got that I’d needed my nappy changed three times at work and could feel the dampness rising again. It doesn’t hold any embarrassment to the proceedings just because I’m eighteen. However, the juice and any other fluid in my frightened body were seeping into the towel so that was also getting rapidly soaked. Maybe the thought of wearing incontinence pads or pants is scary, maybe you already wear a pad but don’t feel it’s particularly discreet. Just ‘dangling’ was a strange experience after having everything so tightly compact before. I think that was more embarrassing then wearing a bit of padding...”, “But it’s not just a ‘bit of padding’ is it?” She interrupted. I didn’t bother with breakfast as I’d taken so long to make my decision and as mum was in the kitchen I shouted my ‘good-bye’, rather than my usual farewell kiss. “Might be a good idea but I’ll only change him when he settles down. I hadn’t changed out of what I was wearing so was still in my sort of ‘school uniform’, which I suppose led to my sister telling me about a new lad in Year 8 at her school who looked just like me. The fact that she’d witnessed what happened I thought would mean everything would be explained. Stupid I know but blame dad cos he set me off. I left a huge puddle on my bedroom floor. They are also a great way for wheelchair users and those confined to bed to avoid more frequent diaper changes. I suppose because now everyone knew, there was no need for secrecy and it made a difference. “Well, it’s always best not to let these things get the upper hand... so...” as I was standing naked in front of her she smeared a load of sticky gloop across my inner thighs, then spread it further to cover my cock and balls and finished with a large splurge of the stuff over my bum cheeks. Why had I accepted the workforce had a place in my nappy change regime and why was I so happy to be wearing nappies? I was treated fairly and involved in everything as an equal. However, there is another trip to the psychiatrist coming up so who knows what she'll discover . The vast majority of their work is incontinence care. Because I loved the freedom they offered (and the lovely weather), I wore shorts to work as well as at home, as much as I could. For some reason I took his popularity as my own and felt pretty good about myself. “Wearing protection has never bothered me, I’ve had to do it on and off for so long but I’d never thought of it as ‘fun’ before. I’d simply worry about it, which would cause me to get more anxious and in the end be in a much worse state. As the weather was still nice I put on a pair of dark blue knee-length socks and matching sneakers. However, although I saw everything so clearly, or so I thought, my memory didn’t go any further back and I was both scared and numb. I watched in fascination as she fluffed out and spread the disposable to get as much airy bulk into the clever absorbent (but plain) structure as possible before adding an extra soaker pad then fastening it securely around me. And today, once this colourful thing was taped into place... that was my only thought. When I thought about it some more, I don’t think I’d ever taken my ‘temporary’ incontinence all that seriously. The way they are; the love, patience and understanding are not what everyone experiences, especially if you have my complications. Maybe it was connected to being changed; were they both something I enjoyed... was it a reward of some kind like the chocolate? I just wonder if it has somehow held you back in some way...”. However, as I’ve said on other occasions, I also dislike confrontation and would rather die than get into any kind of dispute. Sign up for a new account in our community. Then on my return, I got back into being delighted in the way the disposable wrapped so silkily around my bits and bobs and kept me in a state of excitement throughout. “Well thank you both,” Doctor Ames eventually ended the appointment with a flourish. As I stripped down, and whilst mum was getting replacements ready, I asked if she had any idea why I was getting the taste of orange just before I wet. She said this did not bode well for folk afraid of summer storms and predicted that we were in for some very ‘unsettled’ weather in the next few of days. I hadn’t changed out of what I was wearing so was still in my sort of ‘school uniform’, which I suppose led to my sister telling me about a new lad in Year 8 at her school who looked just like me. The looseness of the M4 was most pleasant and I got quite excited as it slipped around my vital but timid parts. I sat on the couch swamped by the squishy fabric and tried not to move. She also said that there were a couple more soaker pads in my backpack with the replacement nappies as a further precaution if needed. However, sleep overtook me and when the alarm went off at 7.30 my disposable was absolutely solid, I’d completely soaked it. “OK, will this yellow one do?” Dad was sorting through the pre-packed cases. Urinary incontinence has several different causes and figuring out what’s behind it can be challenging, though it’s well worth the effort. “Firstly, do you need to go and change?” Her question was full of understanding and concern. His brain is really messed up right now. In spite of everything; my memory lapses, the strange other glitches to my bodily functions, I didn’t hate the situation I’ve found myself in. Post your AB/DL links and site updates here. Causing a fuss was the last thing I wanted to do but I thought something needed to be said. No wonder I was feeling confused but surprisingly... fortunate. Listen. I mentioned that the first time Mrs Dewhurst had changed me, thanks to the box of Roses mum had brought in as a thank you gift, I’d sucked on an orangey chocolate and since then kept getting that taste whenever I wet or thought about nappies... though often didn’t realise I was thinking about either of them. Nous utilisons des cookies et des outils similaires pour faciliter vos achats, fournir nos services, pour comprendre comment les clients utilisent nos services afin de pouvoir apporter des améliorations, et pour présenter des annonces. eNurse™ Our experienced Prevail eNurse team is here to assist with all of your incontinence questions! Read more. It was coming down in torrents and, as I looked at the blue display on the clock, which read 2.13 I thou, Part 19 The word ‘auntie’ sort of stuck in my head. I just had a permanent grin on my face and felt comfortable. It wasn’t a question but I wasn’t sure how to react after all I’d just ‘witnessed’.   Must be registered and logged-in to view. I’d definitely want to wear clear plastic pants if I wore such a nappy again - those happy characters brought a smile to my face. The session started with small talk and she asked me about any developments. I’ve been employed for two years and I’ve never once heard a snide remark or malicious gossip. Washable & reusable incontinence products for adults are typically made of cotton or a blend of polyester and nylon. In my local authority there is an overnight care service which comes out once a night plus you can ring them in emergencies. Although, now something had been said she’d some thoughts herself. What could have been a strange and uncomfortable day because of my own ‘fashion folly’ ended up to being quite pleasant. I just hope I can keep you guessing and entertained. There was something about that question that made me think there was probably a different answer but it had passed me by. It felt strange that I wasn’t wearing a nappy but mum told me to be aware of what I was doing and regular visits to the toilet were recommended – to be on the safe side. Of course, I hadn’t planned on wearing this get-up to the office again but the fact it caused no major ripples was just another factor that made me glad of the place I worked. It was something I looked forward to without thinking just what it meant. “Thank you. Now Anthony,” she said so I didn’t feel I wasn’t involved, “I’m going to unpin your nappy... and there is no reason for you to be embarrassed. Find out more about how to cut down on alcohol. Widespread problem. Why? I could so easily have rummaged through my underwear drawer and found a pair of pants or shorts or something to cover it up (well maybe only slightly) but I didn’t, I went straight to my pile of plastic pants. “Mum, I have a problem which you and dad... and Jenny help me with. So whilst mum cleaned the place up, I slipped into them. “Oh, from what you’ve told me about Jenny I’m sure she’ll be just fine.”. Now Paula, do you have his clean nappies available please and...?”. Why had the lightning strike...? Even in my bedroom at home, when I looked in the mirror, all I really noticed was just how good the old shorts were at hiding the padding, and for that I was grateful. Mixed incontinence: This type of incontinence is a combination of several problems that all lead to leakage issues. Of course I’d already been changed by Deidre but this was all new to Greta and I wondered how she’d cope with a guy my age needing a soggy nappy change. That’s a good progression and I think Antony is beginning to understand his feelings! Although the psychiatrist thought there was more to Anthony’s problem than she was letting on... she didn’t want to exacerbate the situation so played it down. Although I preferred to wear shorts, today I’d worn my new long green trousers (the ones I’d bought at the Outlet), which didn’t hide the padding half as well. “It kept you quiet until you finished then the tears started again and, as we’d dispensed with a dummy by then so your little thumb was an immediate substitute.”. I was standing now just wearing the disposable which unconsciously I was filling though mum hadn’t yet noticed. She knows that the fact you put me in a thick nappy stopped me flooding her office. Mrs Dewhurst already had some of the items needed in her hand and produced the other stuff very quickly. We all wondered what that might mean but decided that no doubt psychiatrists liked their own veil of secrecy if it was something they didn’t understand. of emails and phone calls to the doctor as well as frequent visits to NYU hoping for the solution to stop the incontinence, we were finally told to see a biofeedback physical therapist. I had to agree that I doubted that would happen but I thought my team were special and I was lucky to have them. So now I wasn’t sure if this was a trigger of some kind because I have always favoured orange flavoured drinks (and chocolate) over any other. “Sorry, I just thought...”, “Look, I know this is a bizarre situation, but I wear because I have a problem I don’t wear because I want to...”, “Yes, yes, sorry but, you always seem so easy going and I thought... it might be fun for you to have, you know, something like this for a change...” (The joke wasn’t getting any better.). Well, that was until the office now knew... but that was my own doing even though some had already suspected as much. “In what way?” She wasn’t sure if this was worrying or the doctor just being a bit guarded. Started 2 hours ago, By I know I’ve been having a load of strange and disturbing ‘moments’ recently but this wasn’t one of them - this was incredibly pleasing. Mum said nothing just put her hand on my shoulder as she listened. I found it hard to believe that so many people in the office had rallied round the way they had and was annoyed with myself for not seeing the fun side to having to wear a nappy. There have also been times when I was outwardly horrified as to what was happening (like peeing in front of our neighbour on the way to the seaside) but quickly came to terms with it. The report says he does not have dementia but to us he shows all the symptoms of it. Stool (feces/waste) leaks out the rectum at unwanted times. Wearing a nappy doesn’t have to be all serious does it?”. Despite the puffed out shiny nylon fabric the little kid had gone and a sporty looking ‘me’ had reappeared. I knew that after a few days (or weeks) things would be back to normal... only this time it didn’t appear to be the case. The arguments in my head continue as I reason it’s the weather that makes me wet. Surprisingly, even though they were that old the sturdy quality of the fabric held my protection in tightly and concealed it well. I lay out naked as mum cleaned me up, wiped me down and applied some protective cream. There are plenty of opinions and comments that fly around but none I remember being aimed at anyone to be particularly spiteful. “Look, I’ll be seeing her next Friday and I’ll ask her if you don’t tell me now.” I was adamant mum needed to tell me her worries like I told her mine. However, neither of these points mattered as the crinkle, as she unfolded them and jigged them about to open them up and fluff them out, made me smile like a two year old getting a huge ice cream. Perhaps unsurprisingly, at the same time as I noticed that tang I underwent that familiar warming glow inside a certain colourful disposable. I mean she’s seen me peeing myself, suck my thumb and make noises. And, to avoid getting a rash, I’m sure your mum has told you to get a change as soon as possible.”. Each ear-splitting roar and rumble making me fear the huge scary beast that must be creating it. With the extra pads, once the extra thick fabric nappy was pinned in place, there was considerable bulk that I now had to find a way to disguise. However, I didn’t want my ‘loose nappy’ to be like that. her assistant, had brought her own contribution to the event, a large but colourful disposable with cute cartoon animals all over it. Anthony’s own questioning about that camping holiday had made her review the trip herself. The doctor recognised the high level of apprehension in Mary’s voice and knew she’d need to calm her further. Ssshhhuussshh sweetheart, there’s nothing to be scared of... mummy and daddy are here... Ssshhhsss...”. Finding Your Solutions: Research Pays Off. Tommy Thompson was the first to comment that it was nice to be back at the first day of school. Despite the equally sporadic and unplanned incontinence I simply got on with my life as normal.