A_Night_With_My_Cousin
A NIGHT WITH MY COUSIN
A Night With My Cousin
Spending the night at my cousin's house Being a ten-year-old boy that still wets his bed did not make life any easier for me. Add to that the wetting accidents that I had each day just made matter worse. My parents did not have a lot of money so they did the best they could. Rubber pants cost too much for them so they bought clear plastic pants for me to wear each day. They liked the clear ones because all they had to do was ask me to drop my pants and they could then tell right away if I had wet myself yet or not.
They did not have me wear diapers but they did have me put on three pairs of underwear under the plastic pants. This made it easy for me to make it through school each day without having to change. Of course, by the time I got home I would have to change. I always wanted to spend the night with one of my cousins but because of my daily wetting I was never aloud to do so. However, at the age of ten my parents thought it was time for me sleep over at my cousin's house.
I had been to his house many a times but I was always wearing my plastic pants and he was never aware that I had them on. We arrived at my cousin Larry's house on a Friday night. My parents visited with his mom and dad for a while before leaving me there. Before they left my mom took me to the bathroom and checked me. Since I was wet she had me take everything off and clean myself. She then gave me a clean pair of underwear and my pajamas to wear for the night.
I asked about my plastic pants and she said that I would not need them while staying with my cousin. Because of that I thought that maybe they had told them about my bedwetting and daytime wetting accidents. As far as I knew they had never told anyone about me wetting myself. Once they left my cousin and I went to bed. He had a bed twice the size that I had so there was lots of room for both him and me in it.
By morning my side of the bed was soaking wet, but I was use to that. His mother came in and noticed that my side was wet and wanted to know if I wet the bed. The way she asked made me realize that she was not aware that this was something that happened each night. I lied to her and said that I must have dropped my canteen of water during the night. To tell the truth, I don't think she believed me.
I noticed after I got out of bed that my canteen was on the other side of the room. She pulled the sheets back and placed my wet pajamas and underwear in a pile to be washed later in the morning. After a brief breakfast my cousin and I went out side to play. I was already ten and he was just four months younger than I was. He was going to be ten in three months.
We had been outside about two hours when he noticed that my blue jeans were wet. He started laughing and saying over and over, "John wet his pants, John is a baby." Once again I lied and told him that my zipper was stuck and that I couldn't get it open in time. Still laughing at me we went into the house.
He called his mom to tell her that I had wet my pants. When she asked me what happened I lied again and told her the same story that I told my cousin. Suddenly my cousin started running to the bathroom and cried for his mother to come help him. I followed her and watched as he tried to get his zipper undone. She tried to help him but before she could get it undone his jeans were just as wet as mine. With some effort she finally got his zipper down and removed his jeans and underwear and then worked to get my undone also.
It was not easy but she finally got it down so that she could remove my wet clothes also. At least for a little while they believed my story now. Since my parents did not leave any more clothes for me I had to wear some of my cousins. Since it was getting hot she decided to let us wear short pants for the rest of the day. Luck for me that we were about the same size.
Once we were dressed and back outside he said he was sorry that he laughed at me. I told him that it was all right. I was to spend all day with my cousin but when it was time for lunch and she came out to get us, she noticed that the short pants that I was wearing were now wet also. Her tone changed now, she ordered me inside and wanted to have a talk with me. "I thought you were a big boy," she said to me. "It appears that is not the case. You will just have to stay in those wet pants until after lunch and then I will take you home," and that she did as sat at the table eating lunch with my in my wet shorts.
She had me do this because she didn't want me to wet the clothes she had just cleaned for me. Matters got worse for me as I wet myself again while eating lunch and now she had to mop her floor also. Once lunch was over she changed me in front of my cousin and put my clothes back on me. I could have crawled into a hole, if there had been one handy for me. Putting all my clothes back into a sack she marched me to the car and drove me home.
When she dropped me off she told my parents that she had forgot that she had some other things to do so I had to come home sooner than expected. At least she was kind about not making a big fuss in front of my parents. With my sack of clothes in hand I went to my room.
Soon after getting back home my jean were wet again. This time my mother came in and gave me my plastic pants to put on once I had changed my clothes. That night I cried myself to sleep, knowing that was my one and only time to spend the night with anyone. I was never asked to spend the night again with my cousin. Whenever we went over to his house or any of the other cousins, they made sure that I was wearing my plastic pants.
written by: Johnny Paul Tucker