She said she's trolled on a daily basis by haters but that more and more women are seeing her as an inspiration. "I've had messages from women saying I have given them confidence to go out and buy adult nappies and wear them. I never thought I'd be able to do this for myself and for other people.

Eventually she went to university and started wearing nappies. "I was still called names and still had accidents," she said. "The only difference was that I had a bathroom pass so was never in that original situation again. As a result, the muscles play a key role in your need to pee - giving you control over when you urinate. It was extremely embarrassing and I ran out. the teachers knew but I didn't tell anyone and it was kind of brushed off. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. I started to continue to the sea, as I thought she wished to rinse her panties. But she stopped me.I didn't notice that I was leaking through the day. I would just leak and then when I was wet I would know that I'd had an accident. Obviously school for me was just awful. The kids used to call me all sorts of names. My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. Sally and I lived in a sort of truce most of the time, with a battle likely to break out at any minute, while our mum tried to keep the peace. However, Sally was a clever girl and eventually went to college to get a degree. She also had inherited Mum’s fastidious attitude to hygiene, washed her hands frequently, and she bathed far more frequently than was necessary in my view! She also changed her clothes frequently, especially her underwear. This was to my advantage as she put her discarded underclothing in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s. I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small. My sister Sally was about a year older than me. Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male! Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook. She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to give me even the slightest hint about puberty or the ‘Facts of Life’!Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” Within a few months you should notice results, enjoying greater sensitivity during sex 'I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy' As a person ages their pelvic floor muscles naturally weaken, and women who have had kids are more likely to have weaker pelvic floors as a result of childbirth. She lied down beside me. We started talking, she was very fun to talk with. She was twelve years old and was staying with her parents at an other hotel. But then she got silent. I looked at her. She looked as she was in pain, and she had one hand between her thighs.