I know that my parents meant well, and I know that they love me, but all the pressure had a rather bad effect on me. Academically, I did pretty well at school. I enjoyed maths and the sciences, and soaked them up. But I never did more than thn the bare minimum in other subjects. And, of course, I was always alone. I found my pleasures in the library, walking in the country, or gardening, rather than with other people my age.

At the age of 8 I was still wetting the bed frequently (two or three times a week). I enjoyed this as it seemed to upset my parents rather a lot, but they didn't know what to do about it.

At 10 I had started to occasionally wet while awake. I found the warm, wet feeling quite enchanting. My parents took me to a psychologist. He told them that I would grow out of it as I got older.

I didn't. By the age of 12 I had discovered the joys of masturbation. Various books in the library had helped me. It didn't take me long to discover how much better wanking was with a full bladder, and how exciting holding on could be. It helped that this was the only way I could get back at my parents, could rebel against what they wanted.

They still had me down as a night-time bedwetter, and had insisted that I started doing all my own laundry. This suited me. What they didn't realise was that the bed was normally soaked before I went to sleep, that my knickers were normally wet, and that I only used the toilet for poop.

Even that stopped when I was 14. Lying in bed one morning, feeling relaxed, gently fondling myself, I could feel the urge to poop. I didn't want to waste my bladderful, when I could use it for a lovely orgasm, so I held it in while wanking. Guess what. When I came, so did my poop. I felt it starting to push out of my anus as my orgasm approached. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. Feeling my mess filling my pyjamas triggered the best orgasm I had ever had.

That was the end of using the toilet for me. I used to go in, wait a few seconds and then flush, to keep my parents happy. But my pee and poop filled my knickers in future.

My parents soon caught me, of course. The first time was when they came home early from some event, and found me on the lawn in the garden, shorts soaking and full of shit while I wanked myself silly. Soon after mum caught me in bed doing exactly the same. Back to the psychologist. Same answer. She'll grow out of it......(cont)