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3 Differences Between Me Babysitting ABDL Boys and ABDL Girls

1. I occasionally accept requests for me to babysit and regress ABDL girls. I’m not sexually attracted to other women, but I really enjoy the power dynamic of rendering another woman helpless. The rush I get in the middle of a regression training session with a girl is trippy. It’s a body feel almost like a low key orgasm. Humiliation is key to the vibe for me. A lot of the feeling is about how I see these pamper princesses and how they see themselves through my eyes. I usually start to notice my body humming after they completely in little space.

By this time they are lying immobile and nonverbal in their thick pamper after 1-2 hours of headspace inducing hypno, forced mantra repetition, and exposure to mind-numbing nursery songs and baby cartoons. Baby Shark is perfect for this, and, by the end, I have them singing and dancing along. 

While we are playing headspace games I make sure they are drinking up from their baba filled with formula and laxatives. I only let them know about the laxatives once they are immobilized, either lying down, on all fours, or on their knees with their hands behind their back. I just get such a nice body rush from silently watching them lay or kneel in the same place for hours, thinking about the stink they are about to make. The faces they make when they feel their first uncontrollable little tiny fart burst and the little gasps are so great.

At the beginning of their session, when they are hyper lucid and aware, they usually try to act like an adult diaper girl. Often they want to emphasize how good or relaxed they feel in diapers or how cute they look in them. I am bored by all this. I much prefer when they just give in and come to terms with being a stinky, stupid, helpless little baby. The funniest time with the ones whose caregivers didn’t hire me is right at the beginning, when we are negotiating, and the girl is putting on a show of trying to prove that she's a normal adult woman who just happens to enjoy cute crinkly underwear. Once the whole thing is in motion, with the hypnotic playlist pumping into their headphones, the laxative entering their system, and a cute pacifier plugging their mouths, that part of their brain just melts away, and the fun really starts.

ABDL diaper boys are different. They generally do what they think will please me right away, either by immediately acting like submissive baby simps, or constantly complimenting me and saying what they think I want to hear. They literally cannot whine or hint for me to mention or pay attention to their diapers soon or often enough. Most have no problem showing off what a pathetic, self-control lacking toddler they are after about fifteen minutes into the session. Even when they act shy or sneaky about messing, it’s a pitiful cry for attention, and I can tell they are secretly proud of the load in their saggy pamper. 

For the majority of the ABDL girls I see (not all), messing their diaper is a less a fun sneaky game and more shameful (yet freeing) act whose yucky smell confirms that they will always be a stinky, babyish, poor excuse for an adult (even if they enjoy the warm squish). These girls know deep inside they belong in diapers and regression.

2. I find diaper boys much easier than girls to put in a trance, and a bit more suggestible, not that I need hypno to control their needy butts. Sometimes though it does speed things up. I find their response to pretty, authoritative women funny and useful. Basically, diaper boys seem to me desperate to submit to the kind of woman they find intimidating in the normal world, a world where they are taught to hide their intimidation. Sometimes it sure seems to me like that kind of intimidating woman is…any woman. One of the most pathetic and gross thing about all guys imo is how easily they can manipulated by women who show them any attention, especially women with bodies patriarchal society considers sexy.

With women though, especially ones that think they are powerful and aggressive, the process of regressing them is really hard because they fight it the whole way. When their bodies begin to relax a bit or their breathing slows, or, if they start to deeply enjoy themselves or get tingly princess parts, that is often when their defenses spring into action. They go through a stage where they snap out of their deep hypno state and the little tantrums usually start. It’s really important for me to make sure they are fully diapered, in adorable baby clothes or just a diaper, restrained, and preferably fully messy before this defiant stage starts. It is also helpful if they have been left alone, bored, and stinky for an hour or two. It’s a bit like a having a real toddler in the defiant stage. Not always fun for the mom, but I enjoy the challenge. Big baby girls needs to be trained to be calmed by accepting the sensations of their diapers, especially when they have a full stanky pamper. It’s pretty hard for them to argue that they deserve adult treatment when they are wearing a short babydoll dress, sucking a paci, and restrained in a 💩 diaper.

Another thing about some ABDL girls I’ve sat, which again isn't the case for most but some, is that they need hypnosis or just the relaxing effect of diapers to feel blank, fuzzy, little, or just calm because of the stress of the living in a male-dominated world. Plus, there is such a stigma about sexuality, female independence, and sexual assertiveness in this society, and regression is a way for them to go to a good place where they are accepted and cared for even though they are needy babies in smelly pampers.

I think some of the cutest ABDL girls I’ve sat needed the most complete escape from adulting and the patriarchy. There is just something really fascinating to me about girls (or guys) who try to live in littlespace 24/7. For a few of my girls, to do anything , even masturbate, when they're not in littlespace means they have to pretend or even lie to themselves, because they genuinely feel little inside. Sometimes, especially with the ones who really need me to act cranky or angry when I'm changing their pamper, there is this amazing joy feeling that radiates off them when I treat them like a helpless baby in a stinky diaper who is just making me gag. Some of these little girls can go really deep into littlespace at times, and, when they fully regress, they sometimes freak when they pop out of regression. They are left with the memory of their submission and the feeling of relief and freedom from responsibility and shame that comes with it. Then they have processing some to do. It can make their head a fun crazy place for them, lol. 

3. Another totes fascinating difference is how ABDL boys and girls express their sexuality. I’ve noticed humping is a super common activity for big baby boys and girls. But the how, when, and why of it tends to be different.

With boys the hump mostly seems connected with the kind of stress relief and energy release boys are used to have society priotritize. The most frequent baby boy humpers are the angry or frustrated boys. They just have to make a lot of noise, make a hilarious scrunchy face, and do something vigorous, like squirming, whining or babbling, butt-wiggling, and my rare personal fav, babyish crying. These are the little boys who make their babysitters grab them by their hair and tell them, out of boredom and love, " 20 seconds to make goo-goo in your diapee like the big dumb smelly baby you are, and then that teeny weeny is going back in Mr. Cagey.” 

Boys always, always need to be given very short limits on their humpy time, and they always need edging and denial. Not from any desire for revenge or sadistic satisfaction, but to keep them under my control. Because without denial I would probably have some very defiant, onboxious, diaper boys. Humpy training is an important management tool for behaviorally stubborn boys who have a real tendency to push back on rules, to resist my authority as a caregiver and babysitter, and to test boundaries at every turn. Boys are used to doing whatever gross thing they want in public: pissing, farting, spitting, watching porn, some even harassing women. This is one reason why unrestrained diaper humpies in front of their Mommy or Sitter is diaper boy heaven. It’s what they are used to, while girls are used to hiding or being discrete about their masturbation. I make sure my diaper boys are desperate to go to pamper-pussy paradise but never get there! Goo-goos are strictly for rewarding good behavior and should always be made in a very poopy pamper. After a few months of this treatment, my diaper boys start getting excited prince parts from the smell of their own stinky diapers :) Another definite fav accomplishment for this Sitter. I look forward to those little bulging diaper bottoms, knowing soon my baby boy will be sporting a 💩 smell stiffy, and I will be savoring every moan out of that cute scrunchy stink-face as he thrusts and wiggles.

Most people are aware that many girls are also champion humpers (not just diaper girls)), but I tend to notice different behaviors and motives coming into play with ABDL girls vs. guys. I have noticed that with girls, humping really feels like healthy emotional and sexual expression. Humpy time is a part of their deep needs that women are usually forced to do in absolute privacy or secrecy. Many women are raised with a sense of shame for their own sexuality and are taught that their sexual role is to please a man. It makes perfect sense to me that pamper humping in the company of a strong, disapproving maternal woman would feel so healthy and freeing to women who have been conditioned to see their desire for pamper pleasure, even poopy pamper pleasure, as something only a pathetic, gross, and obviously dumb baby would want. Patriarchy sexually infantilizes women and then shames them for their natural babyish desires. 

I really get into watching their humpy times closely and always ask if I can make a vid (for personal inspo :) ) I’ve noticed my humpy girls tend to build up the same strong rhythm, going at the same cadence and speed at each stage of their fun. Girls do squiggle too, but I find eoth girls the hump can be playful at first but gets more quiet and serious quickly, and they are quieter but often even more vigorous than the boys. It's sometimes accompanied by silent head-nodding, whining sounds that almost form musical phrases or chants (these melt my heart ♥️) and facial expressions that alternate between blank, almost hypnotic and contorted grunts or open mouthed attempts to express the experience. The little giggles and mumbles that came out of them are just darling to observe. Humpy girls get into their own world. Some talk to themselves under their breath or grind their face into the couch, so they can’t see me. 

I still use humpy time as a reward with diaper girls, but I give them a while to do their thing and work their cummies out. I just like to sit back and watch them get lost in happy pamper paradise. Sometimes, if they are taking too long, I give them some verbal encouragement or even gently poke their pamper bottom with a rattle or stuffed animal, which I can tell they really, really love.  When I first started sitting ABDL girls, I would only offer praise and approval while they made their diapers crinkle on their blanky or stuffy or the couch arm. But I started to notice that my praise would excite them at first, but then I’d hear the crinkling and panting start to slow down, and not long after I would hear some whining as their attempts at pamper rubbing and paci suckling increased. I felt bad about shaming them for what they were enjoying, but, if they didn't hurry up, I ended up feeding them a dose of mean verbal rejection (the stuff some truly crave), until they climaxed hard. Seems like nothing makes some big baby girls feel quite as good as hearing their babysitter / caregiver put them down and tell them what pitiful, smelly, small-brained, room-reeking babies they are, as they squirmand pant through their bliss. It's like they are using the bad treatment I give them to send themselves over the edge.

A few months ago I sat for a girl in her 20s named Emma. She was in the crib, and I had been happily scrolling my phone and watching her grind in her pamper on her bear, Mr. Stuffins. She was whining under breath like the little princess she is, her eyes rolled back and her diapered bottom rocking to and fro. All of a sudden she started babbling uncontrollably and humping her butt up and down like she was trying to shake out the last drops of pee-pee or finish making pushies. Her cute grunts were filling the room and her little hands looked so small as she clutched at her blanky while her butt shook and her hips furiously fucked her stuffed bear. It looked she was twerking: so darling. But I had to end the session soon, and I could tell she didn't get there yet. She was approaching her high but clearly needed some more help. Even some verbal nudges weren’t getting through.

So I called over to her, trying to reach into her sexual fugue state, calmly but loud enough for her to hear:

"Haha, Emma, you have got to stop it! I don’t know what reeks worse, your poopy pamper or your B.O., babygirl! Are your bangs wet? Who’s a sweaty, stanky little baby?” She nodded with a blank grin and started babbling even louder and panting even more heavily, making "ahhh-hahhh-hahh-ahhh" sounds under her breath, still humping but her cute grunting increasing, as she ground her cute pampered kitty on the soft bear. But I could tell she was still struggling and clearly needed more, so I decided to fully shame her.

“Oh my god, Emma! Your B.O. is so nasty, babygirl. LOL, you stink worse than the saggy load in your pamper! But I guess that is just how stupid big baby girls who are smelly and lazy cleaners with no self-control live!”

As soon as I let loose with that, the whimpering turned up, the hip humping quickened, and I could see a satisfied grin in her eyes. Hearing such a visceral rejection was causing her to gasp for air and hump her bear harder than ever. I started laughing right away. Who knows what her mom or dad would think if they knew that mean "mommy" is what does it for their little stinky child. LOL. She was really dripping sweat, moaning, and bobbing up and down. I tried to keep her going by verbally abusing her more. At the height of her pamper pleasure I went off:

"Eww! Are you… humping…in your…poopy pamper, little Emma?” A moment later her mouth was open, emitting soft hoarse whispers, her eyes almost rolling up completely in her head. There was an increased focus to her humpy rhythm, her feet now treading air for control. A moment later, her eyes locked onto mine, as she babbled something incomprehensible:

"Mmm ooh Mmm MM Mmm Mhmm Mmmm OHM!!!. Mm hm oooooh."

I looked her in the eyes and served her the most disgusted, pitying, patronizing and sneering Mommy Look I could. I could tell that the very last humiliation she needed to hit the summit was coming. And it was so funny watching her groping at the peak of stank pamper humpies while grunting in my direction.

“Ugghh, this is painful watch! Sooo gross, Emma! So cringey! You are such a worthless, needy baby girl and such a smelly, nasty stinker. You know that, sweetie? The smell coming off your pamper stinks SO bad, and what's your excuse for your babyish humpies? Hmm? Is it because Mommy's making mean faces at you as you hump your poopy pamper? Eww, no wonder your room is so gross in your pics. You are so sweaty and sticky. I can’t believe you actually get turned by…poopy diapers! hahahaha! Are you gonna make that yucky pamper cum? Hmm? I think your boyfriend, Mr. Stuffins is pretty grossed out. Should I take him away from my nasty little poo-poo humper girl?”

Emma shook her head and made a " no please, no" face with her blank expression and whiny vocalizations. Was like watching a spoiled toddler who hates having her toy taken away.

“Hahaha, you are so pathetic and such a shameful little masturbator. And you need to masturbate, don’t ya, little horny princess? With such a disgusting diaper, smelling up my nursery and making me gag while you bounce up and down, fucking yourself on a pillow or that stuffed teddy. What man or woman would ever, ever want to touch your pathetic princess parts, you nasty girl? Hahaha! Are you making cummies with Mr. Stuffins or just having a pervy moment? Hahaha, you are such a desperate slut that this is all it takes to get you off. Really just too pathetic, little lady. Good thing, since as I said before, no real guy or girl would want to touch such a disgusting, stinky, desperate, poo-poo pamper humper like you! Right, Emma?”

But seeing her on her way to pamper princess orgasmic heavens prompted me to kick her when she wasdown. Oh yeah, I knew the way to take this little princess way past her limits was to poke her ego too. My pleasure!

"Okay Emma, stop now. Like for real. You know I am watching you and you are being super gross. Did you see how I was looking at you, Emma? Haha, do I look amused? You are so creepy! Wow, and you know what I noticed, this is very important, Emma—and tell me the truth now...did you go to diaper pail and sniff some diaper boy’s used dirty pamper when I was making your snack. Hmm, little poopie-pants? I really wanna know. Did you push a yucky diaper pillow up to your stinky sweaty face, like you always do, and take a deep sniff off a disgusting, cold, stale-poopy reeking diaper  pressed against your nose? OK, Emma, let's focus, here. When I was in the kitchen, did you go to the diaper pail and inhale all the smelly used boy pamper you could?”

What came next was just too precious. A blissful face emerged, followed by a long exaggerated flinch of her pelvis, her entire body going limp as her grip on the bear relaxed. With her head slumped, she uttered another orgasmic sigh, before her pelvis began bucking up and down as her diaper crinkled loudly. Now the babbling got throatier, some low throat growling soon emerged, and then, sounding as if she were in a trance, my hot little sweetie, my precious stinky girl, grunted in my direction, "uhhh!" Soon, a shiver ran up her back and her bum gave an extra loud spank on the plastic mattress as another involuntary spasm made her shake , and grab her stuffed friend again in the most endearing, lovable way, burying her face into its side. She made what I took to be a giggle and then a soft pant. Then I interrupted her.

"Say, Emma? Did you go right to the diaper pail for sniffies? I know how much you like fresh diaper boy pillows, and I had a session before you. Tell the truth. Did you find fresh a poopy wet boy diaper for your sniffy time?”

She glanced up at me, still grinning a bit, and nodded dreamily in agreement. After years of ABDL babysitting and a year working in a dungeon I can tell when I’ve found a point weak enough to break a bitch. I smiled warmly. Then I dropped the hammer.

"Oh, what a slut, Emma! Hahaha. What a gross fucking diaper trash sniffster! And you like nasty used diapers from guys, huh, poop-pants? Now you are really never getting a real boyfriend, gross baby. Your mom and dad would kill you if they knew, and your sister would probably laugh herself silly! Hahahaha. Just so damn nasty, aren't ya Emma, such a humiliating loser, having the babysitter catch you in the diaper pail, I guess it’s snoop-around, diaper- sniff day. OMG, so fucking gross, lol. No wonder you're so lonely and single at 20, I guess any chance to smell some sweet boy butt pamper funk overpowers your self-esteem! Hahaha. Such a cringey and icky thing to watch, lol. Good luck getting a boyfriend or girlfriend when this comes out in my blog, missy."

She shuddered briefly, sighing in that soft voice. There was only one word she could manage through her paci. Her tone sounded almost pleading, her eyes closed, her face twisted.

"Yyyyyesssmmmm!!!"

She was almost whispering and struggling to speak as her entire body went into overdrive, an all-over spasm running through her from crown to toes, causing a moan from her lips. Suddenly, her crotch thrust forward and held as she froze. One hand twisted into the fabric of the blanket, the other tightening in her hair, holding the wisps at her temple, as she began to yell.

"Oooohhhhh-mmmmm-ooohhhh-myyyy-fuck-ommm!"

Another guttural stutter of "aaaaa," and as suddenly as she climaxed, she sunk back into the pillow, as everything relaxed. She struggled for breath and murmured, “I know.”

I called across to her: "Emma, Emma, I’m going to get you out of the crib in 5 and we can clean up your diaper."

I was not sure exactly if she could understand what I said, or even what time it was, given her baby-mumbles, but after some giggles, squeaks, and head waggling, she nodded to indicate understanding. I smiled sweetly. Then she babbled a string of endearing nonsense under her breath as her eyelids drooped, and her breathing settled back to its normal rhythms. She lay sprawled in the same position, utterly contented and drained.

As I exited the room, I said to her softly.

"That little pillow humping experience you just had felt good to you, didn’t it, sweet baby? But what you need to remember, munchkin, is that Mommy Rachel totally witnessed that little stinky humpy pamper parade of yours. And there are hidden cams all over my nursery. The cams saw every snot-nosed, self-centered, smelly pamper humpy pose, every pathetic flop and wiggle of your stanky butt, and all those oh so shameful things you do at the diaper pail, plus all the other gross habits you can't keep a lid on.” I turned and glanced back at her again before shutting the door. This was one of the best parts. Her red face was fixed, as if afraid to move. Even on her glistening skin, I could see what looked like a new sweat gathering on her brow. I could just tell the sudden realization this may have all been recorded as incontinence theater must have been devastating for a prissy young professional woman like her. 

So the part that makes babysitting so much fun is not just the power rush or the satisfaction of making a little’s dreams come true. Sometimes it’s the moments of voyeuristic revelation where I get to watch the most intimate shameful rituals. All in day’s work with big babies, I guess. 

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Caregivers who completely undermine your efforts at potty training.

👖Dressing you in clothes that you need their help to take off.

🚗 Taking you on long car rides, knowing you won't make it to the next rest stop.

⌚ Saying "Just go in your diaper" when they are in a rush.

🙉 Pretending they can't hear when you say "I need to go potty".

🍬 Giving you treats or buzzies even when you use your pull-ups.

🤷‍♂️ Being indifferent on the rare occasions that you do make it on time.

🥛Making you drink a nice big glass of water before bedtime.

... You're never going to make it out of diapers. They're going to make sure of it

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Top Ten Little Things a Spouse Can Do for Their ABDL...

Been meaning to write this for awhile… my wife is not into diapers, but is very understanding of my interest in them. While she does not enjoy wearing them, she has no problem if I feel the need to put one on. Still, she finds little ways to be a part of my fetish without having to make herself uncomfortable.

Here is a quick list of the top ten ways she adds to the diaper experience without wearing one herself. If you have a spouse that does not want to play an active role in your diaper play, maybe they might still be willing to do some of these things:

10. Makes me diaper myself in front of her.

I can get shy when I decide to put on a diaper. I usually will retreat to a private area to get suited up, but she will often put her foot down and tell me to just diaper up in front of her. She’s never really looking since she isn’t really interested, but the idea that she might be watching is very appealing.

9. Draws attention to the fact that I am wearing.

She doesn’t ever do it unless we are alone (she knows I don’t want anyone else to know). During those times she will mention that I am crinkling, or give a playful slap on my butt. Sometimes she will just grab me and nod her approval.

8. Demands I strip down to check me out.

If I am wearing a pair of sweatpants or loose pajama pants and walk by she occasionally will stop me and tell me to drop my pants. She’ll then have me turn around a few times, and revel in my shyness. Sometimes she’ll drop a remark if I am wet, saying I need to go change.

7. Makes me wet in front of her.

This is pretty huge for me, since I am a bit shy when it comes to peeing. It doesn’t happen often, but there have been times where she’ll tell me to wet myself and wait until I obey.

6. Makes me wear in public.

Another huge one, since she knows I feel awkward going out in public with a diaper. Almost any trip to the movies she will check to see that I am wearing a diaper before we go. There is no feeling as awesome as when she pulls back the back of my pants to make sure I am all diapered up for a movie with her. However sometimes it is also for regular outings. We’ll be going out and she will tell me to go put on a diaper before we go. Or I have an errand to run and she’ll ask if I’m wearing a diaper.

She doesn’t do it for herself, it’s only because she knows I love it when she does it. I had to sit down and ask her to do it in the beginning, but now it’s just second nature for her.

5. Mentions diapers during sex.

She won’t wear a diaper, but she doesn’t mind talking about it. She’ll often mention what she’d look like if she put one on, using at as a form of “dirty talk” that appeals to me.

4. Never asks… commands.

She knows that it is more of a thrill for me if I don’t have a choice, so she will make it a point of forcing me to put on a diaper. She notices when I am in the mood, or just need a pick me up, and will suddenly get an evil look in hereyes and say, “Go put on a diaper. NOW.“ 

3. Surprises me with a prolonged diapering.

This can happen out of the blue, where she will suddenly tell me to wear diapers around the clock. Usually she will allow me to use the toilet when I need to poop, but the best times are when she doesn’t even allow that. The times that I would ask permission to use the toilet to poop, and she would say no, are probably some of my best diapered moments.

2. Interrupts me in the bathroom and gives me a diaper.

To be fair, when I need to poop I can be in the bathroom for thirty minutes or more and my wife hates to wait. On occasion she will come in and give me a diaper, telling me to get off the toilet. I don’t get any say in this and have to vacate the bathroom for her immediately.

There have also been instances where I need to be doing something (like cleaning or packing to go out for a weekend) when my stomach starts cramping up. This usually means that I am out of commission for twenty minutes while she continues on her own. Sometimes she gets fed up and makes me put on a diaper instead so I can keep helping. 

1. She is accepting, even though it is not her thing.

Bottom line, she accepts me for who I am and doesn’t let my love of diapers bother her in the least. She finds little ways to add to my experience without allowing it to affect her. She recognizes that this is something I need, and has always helped to make me feel better about myself. She makes sure I don’t look at diapers as a negative aspect of my life.

BEST. WIFE. EVER.

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How Roo became a bedwetter

(A comprehensive guide)

I've wet the bed 11 times in the past two weeks. That's more than a 78% success rate. Holy fuck. Before untraining with my daddy, I'd not wet the bed since early childhood, so this is a big change. We've been doing this nighttime routine every night since January. Now, in mid-April, I'm consistently wetting the bed.

This is starting to sound like an ad. It's not an ad.

When my daddy and I got together, we both thought it would be hot to untrain my bladder until I became a bedwetter at night. To us, that means unconsciously wetting myself fully while I stay asleep, and waking up in the morning surprised to find my diaper much soggier than when I went to bed.

I haven't wet the bed unconsciously outside of diapers. Something about the safety my body feels while padded changes my bladder's ability to hold. We may work on training bedwetting outside of diapers in the future, though.

My daddy has more experience than I in all things diapers, bedwetting, and bladder control. Therefore, he had some tricks in his back pocket as we got started. My daddy was very patient throughout this whole process, and as a result, I've progressed (regressed?) much more quickly than if we'd rushed it.

Waking up and wetting

My first goal in the process was to wake up in the middle of the night and wet my diaper. As someone who was new to wearing diapers, it was a process to even let go while laying down! First, my daddy added water to my bedtime routine. In addition to brushing my teeth and putting on a diaper before bed, he had me drink a whole bottle of water right before I went to sleep. He instructed me to stay fully relaxed down there (as much as I could) so I got used to going whenever I felt the urge.

At first when we did this, it went two ways: I woke up in the morning really having to pee sometimes. Or I woke up in the middle of the night and had to focus and relax my bladder for minutes before I could let go into my diaper. That was a frustrating stage, and I woke up pretty tired after all of the tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

One of the challenges we faced in this stage was leaks. I was still in pull-ups at night at the beginning of this process. Since I was so new to it, my daddy wanted me to work slowly up to thicker padding. Wearing pull-ups to bed led to puddles on my sheets and made me trust my bladder less after too many frustrating middle of the night changes. I have a feeling he also wanted me to leak enough that I was excited to move to diapers for their added protection. If you wanted the process to go faster, I'd recommend starting in diapers. If you want your little to feel reliant on diapers, though, set them up for some failures (followed up with ample praise and affection, not punishment).

The fuzziness

Next in my experience, I woke up some nights with the fuzziest memory of waking up and wetting my diaper. Sometimes I couldn't quite remember at all! That's not bedwetting yet, but it's close. How'd I get there?

My daddy told me not to focus on wetting anymore. What?! Why?? He told me to keep my bladder relaxed, but now that I was comfortable wetting whenever I needed to, I should start going peepee and immediately let my mind drift to other things. That trained my bladder and brain to associate diapers with not needing to monitor when I go potty. That means now, when I go, it doesn't blip on my radar much. Sometimes I can't remember the last time I wet, even when my diaper is soaked. It also means since I'm staying relaxed, I go in little spurts very frequently. That makes my bladder a little weaker and also makes my diapers last longer since I'm not flooding them.

In terms of nighttime wetting, that meant whenever I woke up to wet, I'd start to go but let myself drift back off while my bladder was relaxed and emptying. I didn't even worry if my flow stopped — I trusted that I was relaxed enough that my bladder would keep emptying when it needed to. I started to barely wake up in the middle of the night. I'd feel an urge, twist a little bit and relax, let out a little moan, and drift right back into sleep, all without opening my eyes.

Every time I could just barely remember waking up and wetting, my daddy got so proud of me. He teased me for being his good little bedwetting girl, and told me how excited he was to change all of my diapers in the mornings once I start wetting the bed every night. Praise goes a long way in making your little excited to wet the bed for you.

Wetting the bed

The first time I wet the bed, I thought it was a fluke. I had dribbled in my diaper as I fell asleep, and I remember it felt warm and nice as I drifted off. I slept deeply that night, and when I woke up, my butt felt super puffy and firm. I turned over and it felt heavier than when I'd fallen asleep, and it was warm; I could tell my diaper was fuller and soggier than when I fell asleep. When I got up and looked in the mirror, I knew I'd wet the bed. The back of my diaper was all puffy, like a pillow, and there was a large, round wet spot covering the butt. The front of my diaper was still fairly dry, while the back was soaked. That's the mark of a bedwetter, right there.

Once it happened for the first time, it didn't mean I was fully untrained. I kept up the routine consistently, and started having fewer and fewer nights where I'd woken up and wet. More nights where I barely remembered or had wet the bed entirely.

I took a break for a week to go on a family vacation, and I didn't wet the bed. I wore pull-ups every night out of fear (and comfort), but I'd need to train longer to wet those. I was happy to be dry in what would've been an awkward situation, and I found the week off didn't impede my progress at all. The week I got back, I wet the bed three times! The next week I wet even more. It's all about consistency, praise, and knowing you're making progress.

What's next

Now, I've found a system that works well for me. I stay hydrated during the day so my body doesn't just process the water I drink before bed because it desperately needs it (please make healthy hydration choices. Don't overhydrate, that's not what I'm saying).

I drink my whole bottle after I've turned off my light, put my phone or book down, and gotten under the covers. It's literally my last step before closing my eyes for the night. I also wear thick nighttime diapers so I never have to worry about leaking.

Next on the training docket for me and my daddy is practicing wetting the bed with less padding. He'd love to put me to bed without diapers for a night and wake up to find a warm, wet puddle spreading across the sheets under me while I'm still peacefully asleep. With how quickly this has progressed, I wouldn't be surprised if I've had a genuine sheets-wetting, diaper-free bedwetting accident by the end of the summer.

Thanks @argent-dl for the question that inspired this post! Hope it's helpful.

If anyone follows these steps, let me know how it goes, or if any advice is helpful! 😊😊😊

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