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Author: gbab65
Timestamp: Jun 30, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Content: I was that kid at school who was always wetting her knickers. It felt like everyday and it probably was. I was still wearing a nappy for bed anyway as it happened, I seemed to get ready for bed quite early, before I even had my tea. This meant that mom had me in my nappy before tea and as it was usually several hours before I went to bed, I usually needed my nappy changing before I went to bed. This is how it had always been so I didn’t complain.

It was also the case that I carried a bag of spare clothes every day to school as I had to get changed most days. On some days, I would wet at school and then again on the way home, I was getting through a lot of underwear. It got to the point where mom ran out. I had no clean knickers to wear for school let alone take as a spare pair. Mom had no choice, I was going to school in my nappy. We still had loads of them. And so dressed in my blue school dress and white socks, I also had my white disposable nappy and 2 spares and T shirt and shorts in my PE bag that I took everyday.

Wise precautions because as usual, I did wet. It was just before dinner and I just felt the heat between my legs while sitting doing our reading. I just kept quiet as there would normally be loads of fuss at this point when I wet myself. The teacher would have to stop the class, get Mrs Smith to watch the class, then take me off to the janitor’s room where I would be made to change my knickers and dress for clean knickers and my T shirt and shorts. Then the janitor would have to go and clean my chair and the floor before I could go back and start the class again. Nobody was ever nice to me and it really upset me but there was nothing I could do to stop it, it just happened every time.

This time though, the class just carried on and no-one knew except me. I stayed in my wet nappy all day, I was used to being in a wet nappy and it didn’t bother me. The only issue was, I was not able to go to the girl’s toilet as I couldn’t take it off and I didn’t want to risk a fuss if I told somebody.

It was the end of the day at school and I was going out to find mom in the playground and it happened again. I just felt the heat between my legs as I wet myself. But still nothing to show and I didn’t say anything. I found mom and we started walking home and she was asking how my day went. I told her we had been doing some writing and some reading and we had a story and some other stuff. I wasn’t asked about my nappy and I didn’t mention it.

When we got home, mom took me upstairs to take my school dress off, she also took my nappy off and sat me on the loo for a bit. When she came back, she took me into my room in just my vest and socks and lay me down on my bed where she then put a nappy back on me and gave me a T shirt and shorts to wear.

I went out to play with Sally next door, as our houses are side by side so we can go into each other’s gardens without going on the road. Sally is 4 and has not started school yet, she has a wooden castle and swings and a slide and we were climbing up and down and running around. Sally then had to run into the house for a wee, but I stayed in the castle. I stopped to watch her run off and felt my nappy get warm again. Sally came back out after a bit and we kept playing until mom called me in for tea. That year my mom also had my baby brother, Robert.

Mom wasn’t always there for me now as Robert needed her more. My nappy wearing got a bit more intense and even had a few messy accidents, but mom just cleaned me up and sent me out to play. By the time we got to year 2 at school, I was getting better in the day and not getting my bedtime nappy on until I went to bed. By year 3, I was now having dry nights and even Robert was getting out of nappies in the day, he was still wet at night though.

A year later and I have been dry at night for a year but then I started to wake up damp and then wet. I managed to hide it from mom as she was trying to get Robert dry at night, I didn’t want to make more work for her, but I couldn’t sleep in a wet bed either. I did the only sensible thing and took one of Roberts nappies for myself. Even though he was only 4, he was quite big and I was still small for my age, so his nappies fit me fine.

And that fixed my problem, my bed was no longer getting wet. Mom kept the big bag of nappies in the airing cupboard right by my bedroom, so I would just help myself to a nappy each time I went up to bed. Mom would send me up and tell me to brush my teeth and use the loo before I got into bed which I did every night, but then walking past the airing cupboard on my way to bed, I would open the door and grab a nappy which I took to bed with me. Then once in my room, I would lift up my nightie and take my knickers off then sit on the nappy, lie back and tape it on as tight as I could, pull my nightie back down and get into bed.

Waking up in a dry bed is much nicer, but it only took moments to realise that I had a wet nappy. At first, I was quick to deal with this and would rush into the bathroom, wet nappy rolled up and in the bathroom bin and a quick shower. But as time went on, I got more relaxed to the point where mom was coming in to wake me up. She would come in and open my curtains then pull my covers off me to wake me up. She would then walk round my room picking up my clothes and underwear up off the floor and tell me to go for a shower before breakfast and getting ready for school.

Come Saturday morning though, mom did not wake me up and I woke up on my own, this was quite normal for a weekend, me and Robert would go down in or night things and watch telly while mom was still in bed. Robert would be sitting there in his PJ’s and me in my nightie and both of us still in our nappies. I took advantage of this and would feel as I wet myself again downstairs, involuntarily but more because I wasn’t deliberately holding. I’m pretty sure Robert was wetting as well but who knows.

That was it with me and wetting, I didn’t deliberately wet as such, I always felt like I needed a wee so was always holding, so when wearing a nappy I could stop holding and just relax. This obviously meant that the obvious happened and I wet myself but at least I got a rest.

Come the next week and I realise mom has no idea about the nappies and we are both pleased my bed is no longer getting wet. I relax more and wait for my alarm or more often mom even on school days now. I’m frequently in a right state in bed with my nightie up round my waist and my bed sheets just draped and wrapped everywhere but still mom does not see that I’m wearing a nappy. With this new relaxed atmosphere, I even start having my breakfast before my shower just like at a weekend and only lose my nappy as the last thing before my shower and getting ready for school.

I was coming home from school every afternoon to do my homework and just like at school, I would sit there squirming not sure if I needed a wee or not and if I did go to loo, it would be a thimble full at most. This just left me frustrated, distracted or uncomfortable. Mom had a good idea and just said I could get ready for bed early as I would then be more comfy. She obviously had no idea what this meant as far as I was concerned but I took the offer anyway. So, I went into the airing cupboard and got myself a nappy which I taped on then just hoped they didn’t crinkle too loudly. This did the trick and I was able to relax and concentrate on my homework rather than my bladder and it was actually easier than being at school.

Mom called us for tea, I just waited until Robert was there first as his non stop talking would hide any noise my underwear might make. After tea, mom would get Robert ready for bed and so the noise of him constantly chattering and his nappy crinkling, hid any noises I might make. He was taken to bed before me though so I had to be careful when it was just me and mom downstairs but I was lucky as she never seemed to hear anything.