I'm a normal, happy, well-educated 30-something professional with a great job, a great husband and great kids.
I wet the bed.
I travel a lot. I go out of the country about once a month.
All my siblings were chronic bedwetters until at least age 10. Most of them were still wetting the bed as teenagers.
High School: Coping
The first time I wet the bed as a teenager, Mom and I shrugged it off as a fluke.
After a second wet night, Mom gave me one of my younger brother’s disposables. It was purely practical, not punishment. “It’s more comfortable for you and less work for me.”
I didn’t fight it. I had already spent a couple of miserable nights. If it could keep me out of a pool of urine, I would wear it more or less gladly.
Anonymous said: You say that bedwetting didn't keep you from dating. Did you tell your boyfriends? How?
I was sexually conservative. I didn’t jump into bed with guys, so I didn’t need to tell my boyfriends.
In addition to J, my husband, I had two boyfriends in college that were serious enough to tell.
I went to student health services when I started wetting the bed again in college.
Even though I didn’t wet the bed regularly when I started college, I took some precautions.
I put a plastic cover over my dorm mattress. I would have put on the cover even if I didn’t wet the bed. My roommate took one look at her mattress and bought a cover, too. Clearly, I wasn’t the only college girl who wet the bed.
I no longer wet the bed regularly when I started college.
High School: Doctors
After I wet the bed the second time as a teenager, I went to see our family doctor.
When I was 14, I wet the bed. I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a toddler. I was scared and confused. Don’t worry, Mom said. It’s probably a fluke.
But it wasn’t. I wet, night after night.