Just out of curiosity, because I remember I loved the feeling of wetting myself by about the age of 6.
If you mean wetting your undies and jeans or shorts because of a medical problems then yes I remember. Most of it was an accidents few were just pour laziness. I guess there was a little spark in me that did enjoy wetting
Most of mine were accidents as well, but there was something in my brain then that made them enjoyable while the lasted.
The only true “accidents” I can ever remember were poop ones. Of course, that may be because they were much more horrible than wetting. I certainly didn’t enjoy it.
I do remember intentionally wetting my pants in the second grade because I was deathly afraid of using the boys room (it was a combination between frequent toilet overflows and one time when the fire alarm went off when I was in there). I guess it was the lesser of the two evils to me at the time, but I can’t say I enjoyed it (nor did I like it the few times I was caught with wet pants).
I don’t think a child enjoys peeing or pooping in there Bed/Diaper/Pants.
Thats something that comes later in life
I don’t recall specifically if I enjoyed peeing or pooping in my diapers, but I very much remember enjoying wearing them at least.
I had several pooping accidents in elementary school because I would hold it until the last possible second and by the time I was heading to the bathroom from the classroom, it was too late, I would poop my pants while walking. The cleanup and embarassment was not enjoyable.
I never liked nor dis-liked it. It’s just the way I am and always have been (born with medical issues, always have been in diapers.).
What I didn’t like when I was younger is some of the jokes I would get in school over needing a diaper change. But actually that seemed to happen most from kids I just met (usually at the beginning of the school year), and did not last all that long. By 7th or 8th grade, that was even rare.
I don’t have that much memories of wetting or accidents. My bladder is super strong so I never had an accident in over 15 years. However, I still enjoy wearing diapers. I started wetting my brothers used diapers when I was nine though.
The only time I remember wetting as a child was when I did it once on purpose after stuffing my pants with toilet paper, and I did enjoy that. All the other unintentional incidents I remember are times when I pooped myself which was not fun as my mom would get angry with me.
i was incontinent from birth but as I got older I started enjoying the wet diapers and loved it when I would wet in them
No children can enjoy that. I used to wet myself on occasions as like a stress relief or it made me feel like a baby or I just didn’t want to go to the toilet, never had a genuine accident though.
I used to have accidents all the time until I was five. I still had accidents until I was six or seven but they were much less frequent. I am pretty sure that’s where my curiosity and yearning for diapers came from. I really had a hard time holding it and didn’t enjoy have wet pants or a wet bed. I have a vivid memory from when I was about three asking a neighbor lady about her sons diaper and if I could try one. I guess I saw diapers as a possible solution to my issue. When I got a bit older I remember being put back in diapers several times and being asked if I wanted to wear them but not in a nice way. I wanted to say yes sooo bad but knew if I did I would have been berated an belittled by a lot of family and friends.
I discovered my desire for diapers, pull ups specifically fairly early on after finding a couple par stuffed at the back of the closet. So I actually wet the bed on purpose and got myself put back in pull ups and later goodnites until I was in 6th grade when I stopped. I didn’t partake again until college.
I had more pooping accidents in my pants then a care to remember. It was so often I just accepted my underwear was gong to be dirty. My parents always just made me wash out the poop. Never did they offer diapers rather criticize me and take me to the dr and psychologist. I would have much rather just been put back into diapers. It would have prevented a lot of embarrassing moments. Now I’m back in diapers full time for incontinence. I personally think my issues as a kid led to my adult incontinence issues.
I remember having skid Mark’s in my underwear and was forced to wear diapers in kindergarten. The worst one was super diarrhea in my depends during a snow machine trip for my moms birthday and was stuck in my messy diaper for like 3 hours.
As someone who remembers doing a poo in my nappy as a toddler, I disagree. At least, I didn’t dislike it.
As far as accidents (not counting bedwetting, which I don’t count as an accident) I remember wetting my pants twice. One was when I was about 4 and I couldn’t hold on after arriving home from a long trip. The other was when I was 8 and had moved to a new school. The urinals had an auto flush system and for some reason that scared me, so I refused to go in there. I liked the warm feeling, but not the wet pants.
It depends. I had a fair few accidents (of both varieties) as a child a few of which happened in school which were of course awful. I remember being 10 years old sat in class, dying for wee having been denied access to the toilet and desperately trying to hold off the inevitably before winding up sat in a puddle and crying inconsolablebly having wet myself in front of 30 other ten year olds who were of course all laughing at me.
I had accidents outside of school that of course not enjoyable but were far less traumatic as I wasn’t surrounded by my classmates. I remember wetting myself in the car, luckily it was just me and my dad. It was a long journey and I didn’t quite make it to the nearest reststop.
I let a little bit out as I thought I’d be able to stop and hold on to the rest until I got to the toilet. As soon as I let go the warm feeling felt wonderful and I tried to stop but I couldn’t and I covered myself with my hand hoping that this would help me to stop urinating but it didn’t help and I proceeded to empty my whole bladder. My dad was really surprised he knew I needed to toilet but he obviously wasn’t expecting me to wet myself.
Actually to add on to my earlier reply. I do remember having accidents as a child where I’d simply hold it until I’d be bursting then run to the bathroom but wet myself then and there.
I never remember any wetting accidents, but several pooping. I wanted to stay outside and play and couldn’t be bothered to take the time to go into the house and do my business. I would wait until the last minute and then it would be too late. This went on until my exasperated parents threatened to take me to the doctor, which I hated. After that I became more vigilant. My parents did threaten to put me back in diapers and at the time I didn’t want that (or did I?)
I could write a book on the number of wetting accidents I had. Obviously I didn’t like being in pain trying to hold it in. I remember once on the schoolbus I was able to hold it all the way to the farm. I didn’t want to pull my pants down and “go” with the bus right there, but as soon as it started to drive away I couldn’t hold it and wasn’t fast enough. Soaked myself. I didn’t NOT enjoy it. That earned me a diapering until my pants were washed and dried (at my aunts farm).
For some reason as a kid I always delayed going #2. Once I really had to go and was headed for the bathroom but Mom was in there. Had waited too long and went in my pants. She was not impressed. Again, don’t remember liking it, but I was definitely scared and ashamed because I did it. She told me not to take a step and made me stand on my changing pad until she had me cleaned up. Then I had to lie down and get a diaper pinned on. I totally remember feeling like a baby when she pulled the plastic pants up. I had to wear diapers at night and was used to that, but not in the day very often.