Name: Bratley
Ages: 15, 16, 17
Current Age: 17

This is a true account from school. I was in the eighth grade and it 
was science with the teacher that hated me, literally hated me, and I 
rally had to use the restroom. So I asked Coach Howard if I could use 
the restroom. He said, "no, go sit down in your seat now." I said, "but 
I really need to go! Then he said, "I don't care, I said no!" I was 
desperate. The fact that I really had to go was bugging me. That's when 
I felt it coming. A little bit came out, then it all did at once. A 
huge wet spot soaked on my jeans and a puddle formed beside my desk. He 
came over to my desk and then I told him that I had wet myself. He sent 
me to the nurse so everyone in the class saw me. Then people in the 
hall saw me. It was obvious what I had done. I went to the nurse and 
she saw the wet spot. She then called my mother. My mom came up with a 
package of pull-ups and told the nurse that I was to wear them because 
of some previous day's accidents at home and two others at school. The 
nurse put one on me and then I put on dry pants. I am now so 
embarrassed, and to make matters worse, gym was my next class. Everyone 
called me "Huggies boy."

Now today I still wear them and wet them, also sometimes poop them. I 
wear then to school. I am a junior in high school, so talk about 
embarrassing.