TreeLad said:
Hi
@BwBunny , I've been so engrossed in this thread and eagerly awaiting for more replies to read that I've just realised that I've not even introduced myself and said welcome.
I call myself tree lad as I'm an arborist and my most favourite place is the outdoors preferably in the middle of nowhere with nothing other than nature for company.
I came here initially to find a label for myself to help me understand why I like what I like. In looking for that label, I realised that I don't want to be labelled! I'm just me, I can't help what I like but I like what I do.
I was a bed wetter until the age of about 16. I never had the privilege of being able to wear protection for it but I remember wishing it was an option as it would mean I wouldn't get my nose rubbed in it (that actually really happened on a regular basis until I was old enough and was shown how to wash my bedding clean my own bed).
I think that's what led me to experiment with wearing nappies as soon as I could and I liked it, it brought great comfort and security. Going through puberty and experimenting with nappies for me brought a sexual attraction to them also which I've always struggled with and found to be weird, it has always brought me guilt and lots of shame.
Bed wetting since the age of 16 had been a bit sporadic, I could go weeks and sometimes months with no issues and then out of the blue I might wake up wet.
Since all the COVID palaver and lock down when all the pubs were closed, I've developed a liking for having a beer at home which has evolved into drinking every night (We're creatures of habit you know
) which has resulted into just as many wet nights as dry.
Nowadays, wearing my protection isn't a sexual thing, I think I've outgrown that. However I still get an overwhelming sense of comfort and security to the point where I want to be wearing them at any opportunity I can get just so I can feel safe and secure. Why? I still to this day don't know!
I can't help the way I feel but I think it's only through finding ADISC that I stopped going round the same old merry-go-round with all the guilt and shame and constantly asking myself why! I'm more thankful for the fact that I'm not alone and that makes me feel slightly less weird
Anyway, welcome to the site, and I'm slightly jealous of your view tonight as it looks idyllic.
Good morning
@TreeLad, (damn it, it was kind of morning when I started to write, that must count!)
So I finally found, or actually the opposite, a bedwetter who is also a well articulated forest friend as well. I found an embedded Welcome in the end as well, so thank you for that, but also for reaching out to me. It's most appreciated.
Arborist you say, that's a label, huh? Feels like something I should read up on a bit. At least I can (sort of) handle the battery powered chainsaw my dad gave me to take down and cut up trees with. What can I say, I girl needs to have her firewood, right?
Huh, I never thought of that angel before. I want to have a label, but as you say, I don't want to be labelled. What a dilemma.
Is that maybe my core problem? I never thought of it in that way before.
I really hate when some one, biased enough, stamp me in the forehead with a stamp that says anything that I don't want it to.
But I want to have a label for myself, like a one word map, to find my ways in the darkness...
My protection do bring me peace of mind, security and, well, the comfort of a dry bed *blushing*. It has always been there for me, sort of speak. My parents never shamed me, my mum put on my nappies until I was about 10, when she finally taught me how to do it and then I was expected to do it myself. No shame, no nothing.
But guilt is something else, when I mismanaged my protection it leaked, then I felt guilt, I was so embarrassed, I did what I could to fix the problem, mum helped with the cleaning process. She never blamed me, she only blamed the nappies. After an accident like that, she begun finger checking the leakage barriers, after I had put in on for the night.
In hindsight, that is very understandable, but it was still super embarrassing, making me feel even more like a total failure.
But I was probably stigmatizing my own bedwetting, without realizing it. I had all the help and support I could need.
Nappies were very shameful to me, and that's probably why, at around age 10 or so, I started referring to them as protection, and I still do.
Before that I had no obvious problem with them, at lest not that I can remember. I still don't have any problem referring to them as nappies when I am referring to wearing protection at that age. Is that because my brain going mental or what?
I avoided getting a boyfriend, not sure I liked any boys in school anyways. If I did, it was certainly not in the same way as other girls seemed to do. Don't get me wrong, I was probably just late in the general hormone field since I didn't hit menarche until I was 16.
That was another gross factor that literary turned my bedwetting into bloodbath (sorry it that was TMI)
So I can't really say that I have any intimate sexual experience, but I am still a girl so things might happen just before I put on my protection... (clean thoughts of me, please)
I tend to bedwet about 50% of the nights, not always every other night, but close.
While camping, that might got to 100% though. I may have the habit of not do a last wee, if I don't feel the urge to, before crawling into the tent and subsequently my cozy sleeping bag, it's the fluffiest thing I own, no wonder, it's made of down...
I knew that I was not alone, but all the DL stuff scared me a bit. Still kind of do. But I felt the need to do a leap of faith, and here I am. Not regretting anything but the sorrow feeling that I maybe should have done it sooner...
REX from Toy Story. 
