My StoryMy nights were fairly active growing up. I wet the bed most nights until I was about 13. I also sucked my thumb and sometimes sleepwalked. My habits drove my parents crazy but especially my mother. She was a bedwetter and sleepwalker too when she was younger. I heard grandma was pretty mean to her about it. Grandma always denied it. I think it was like reliving the past for her. She seemed very ashamed every time I did it. Of course I didn't feel good either.
When I was little I bed wet pretty much every night. As I got older I started skipping nights. Sometimes I would go a week, two weeks, without wetting. Then wet a whole week in a row. It drove my mother crazy. She couldn't understand why that happened. She thought it was all in my control. I don't know why it happened either. She tried restricting my liquids, making me go when I was already in the bed and falling asleep. I was as anxious and frustrated as she was.
In the morning I usually woke to her hand on the bottom of my pj's. If I was wet I had to get in the bath right away before I did anything else. Most of the time I was barely awake. She would be very animated, sometimes yelling sometimes quietly simmering but always expressing disappointment. She would tell me to get out of bed and rip the wet sheets from it. She would complain about all the extra washing she had to do. When I got around 11 or 12 I had to wash the sheets myself. It didn't help that my year older sister pretty much grew out of her wetting and thumbsucking by age 8.
What I really hated was the weekends. She usually slept late. If I got up before her, which I usually did, I had to march right to her room, wake her up and let her inspect my pajamas to see if I wet. If I did it was straight to the bath. It was like a feeling of impending doom to take that walk of shame on the bad days.
I never wore diapers. Dad suggested it. Mom wouldn't hear of it. "Diapers were for babies" she would say, and I wasn't a baby. Every time I didnt wet I had turned the corner, every night I wet, "was going to be the last." I had that awful, uncomfortable, crinkly plastic sheet on my bed. It was loud, obvious, and not completely waterproof. We did the flip-the-mattress thing also. My room smelled like pee. I went through several mattresses until I got to high school. Needless to say, I didn't have friends over or go to sleepovers.
I eventually did stop wetting the bed. There was no magic moment. I just gradually had more and more dry nights. The plastic sheet came off after freshman year. I only had a handful of accidents all through high school. Usually, at the worst time for me, before finals, or some stressful event.
I thought I was scot free, from the bedwetting at least. The thumbsucking was more persistent but I learned not to do it in public for the most part. Then I went away to college. I had my first drink of alcohol there. That's when I learned that drinking lead to wetting practically %100 percent of the time for me and I had to go through everything all over again.