Rubber Sheet For Life
Rubber Sheet For Life
It started when I was a baby. My mother could not take care of me and a professional nurse took care of me when I was a few days old. I guess she made it a point to get me trained as early as possible. Until about 5 I had a brown rubber sheet under the sheet. When the nurse guessed that I could wet (thunderstorm for instance) she laid me on the rubber sheet itself.
I was many times in the hospital. There was always a red rubber sheet in the bed. An evening, after appendicitis, I woke up in a soaked bed. My pajama's were drying on an electric lamp. My grandmother told me it was all right, how good of her. I had no brothers or sisters.
At 7 the professional nurse quit. I began wetting my pants during the day. For another stay in the hospital my mother accompanied me and made a lot of fuss about the red rubber sheet. For tonsillectomy I was seated on the knees of a nurse who had a gray rubber apron. When I asked my father why some children wet their bed I was only told "They are sick".
At 10 I was for a long year in a children home. I loved to discover the beds where there was a rubber sheet. I asked for one, got it, removed it! There was a young girl (12 ?) working in the evening in the laundry with a red rubber apron, I kissed her holding her tight on her apron.
Around 12 I discovered in the attic the brown rubber sheet used by my nurse. I stole it to wet it as much as I could. When in prep school, after an evening of hard home work I would
purposely wet my bed. My mother complained about the "geography map" I left on the mattress and send me to a doctor who could do nothing.
Having be married soon after, I let my wife know about my interest in rubber sheets. She was quit understanding, kept me under reasonable behavior. On travel I knew about hotels and motels where I would find a rubber sheet in the bed.
We had a long life together. We had many children. My wife wanted to make sure they would not know about rubber sheet.
10 years ago I asked on yahoo "bed wetting" and "rubber sheet". That's how I discovered infantilism, DPF and became a DL.
My wife had cancer and died a few years after. Before dying she told me that if our children would know they would have no more respect for me. Alone I get help from once a week soaking my bed and more often wetting diapers. But I do feel diminished.
Written by: Luc