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It was just a few days ago that I started a medication, and on the first night, I woke up bursting for the toilet. It went by without incident, though, and I didn't think much of it afterwards. The next night, I woke up to a dampened crotch, and spurts of urine escaping from my front, and sprinted to the bathroom while trying not to soak myself on the way there. I was deathly embarrassed; I was potty-trained at two, and never had any accidents past when I could remember. I made it to the bathroom to finish what I started, but I was a bit worried now that I just about "had an accident". It got worse. Due to ineffectiveness, the medication dose was doubled on the third day, and I roused to find that I was soaking myself uncontrollably. I felt like crying. The worst part was, the medication I was put on had no such side effects for teenagers; bed-wetting was an effect listed only for infants and toddlers (and even then, it was supposed to be very light). I did my research, and was completely mortified from the fact that I was wetting myself without control. By the fourth day, the reason I woke from sleep was no longer because I felt like I needed the bathroom (like it usually was) but because the pee felt cold after airing and it was uncomfortable. After that I decided to swallow my pride and to tell my mom. Unfortunately, my mom doesn't speak English particularly well. So sometimes I had to be downright blatant. I remember starting it mildly. "Mom? I think that medicine is making me sleep really, really soundly." She didn't catch on. "It is supposed to." There was a bit of banter, but I don't really remember anything before cutting to the chase. "Sometimes, I wake up, and I'm already peeing." A short silence. I stuttered. "In my pants, and onto the bed sheets." I think she was astonished to hear that her thirteen-year-old son wet his bed. "You peed yourself? Like a two-year-old?" I would have been angry, but I was busy trying not to turn red from humiliation. Things looked hopeful, though, as she told me she would have a solution for tonight. As it turns out, her solution was diapers. Now as someone who doesn't even remember the last time he wore one, this is the worst possible result. And things went down hill from there. My mom got Goodnites for GIRLS. That meant butterflies and shooting star diapers. Moreover, I found, to my horror, that I was a heavy wetter, and would leak everywhere in my sleep After the first night in diapers, my mom forced me to sleep in the spare bed in her room, and stripped me down to nothing but a blanket and a diaper. It was the WORST, especially when my sister (who is almost nineteen) found out. I didn't even know until one day, we were bickering, and she silenced me with a picture of me snoozing. I kick around a lot in my sleep, and my blanket was off, exposing my bare body in a thick, girl's diaper. It was even wet, along with numerous dark spots on the bed-sheets. I couldn't win. Things escalated when I was taking a leisurely walk through the neighborhood. I live in a city, so it was common for kids to be milling around after school. My friend let me borrow a horror comic, and I was really absorbed in it as I was walking. As it turns out, the only reason the guy let me borrow it was so he could prank me. A few minutes in, him and his friend sneaked up behind me, and screaming in my ear. I jumped, and kind of stumbled to the sidewalk. I was shaking, and scared out of my wits, but felt better when I noticed it was just a couple of people I knew. And then I felt warm. And then I noticed that both jerks were pointing and laughing at my crotch. My eyes followed their fingers, and not believing it until I saw it, I found that I had uncontrollably peed my pants! I was sitting in a wet, yellow puddle. I stammered, trying to get a good excuse, but things like this were just too good to be true during middle school, as long as it didn't happen to you. Before I could do anything of use, both of the guys whipped out cell phones to snap pictures of me, dazed, sitting in my own excrement. They then ran off before I could even get up. My mom was upset that I wet my pants in the middle of the public road, but understood how embarrassing it all was. She called the two boys, and swore them to secrecy. I should have known better than to believe it though. But I did forget about it until a week later when a different group of kids confronted me during recess. There were so many of them, and only one of me. I didn't know what they wanted. Then, they pinned me down on the sidewalk, and tickled me until I couldn't breathe. I don't know what the heck the patrol teacher was doing, but I could have used some help. Then a kid yelled over the others, "is the baby wetting himself yet?!" It was then that I knew that some how, someone must have been circulating photos of me in my humiliating "accident". Soon, I felt nothing but shame, and gave in to the situation. A wet spot appeared on my crotch, and I couldn't even cover my face, as my arms were still pinned down. It then only took one more minute before I lost complete control, and peed my pants thoroughly. All the kids laughed and laughed, and I'm pretty sure it was being recorded too. In the end, had I thought that the situation would only result in wet pants, more pictures, and a lifetime of ribbing, but it was MUCH worse. The patrol teacher decided THEN to intervene, and paraded me, wet pants and all, through the hallways and to the nurses office. I passed teachers that had me, and sixth graders coming out from lunch. At the nurse's, I couldn't believe what I experienced. The grumpy old witch didn't even believe that I was tickled until this happened. She said, and I quote, "If you had one accident, you could have more." Following the statement, she reached in the shelf behind her, and pulled out what she called "padded undergarments". Cut the crap. They were diapers. And all I had to wear over them was a pair of skimpy bike shorts (I'm pretty sure they were girl's shorts too). Meanwhile, I was just angry and humiliated that the nurse thought I had an "accident" as an eighth grader. I can't believe middle schools even stock on "padded undergarments"! I guess at least she let me diaper and cloth myself in a private room. It was just plain embarrassing walking and crinkling my way back to class. I never lived it down. In the long and short of it, my mom was outraged, and when high school rolled around, she enrolled me in the local private school (although it was plenty expensive), where no one knew me, and where the school nurse DEFINITELY did not have diapers. In regards my night wetting, I outgrew it when I was put on a different medicine and haven't worn/wet a diaper in a good year. I'm doing well in high school, may graduate a semester early, and have not received such intense public humiliation since my torturous eighth grade year. And that's good, because I've had enough to last a lifetime.