Sleepover Time.I was invited for a sleepover by my friend Raymond, and three other boys would come too. I'm sixteen, Ray and two others are fifteen, and the youngest was fourteen. We know each other from sport and living in the same village. My parents and little brother were away the weekend, so I could use some company. Now there was only this issue, that since last summer I wet my bed again, with (short) dry periods, but it started every time again. So my parents made me wear drynites, wich kept my bed dry but it didn't take my problem away.
Now I was having a dry period, but for how long? Should Itell the boys or keep it hidden? For sure I didn't want to be the laugh of the weekend. I still hadn't decided what to do when I went over to his place, but I had packed my drynites anyways.. (Despite the advices of some EPmembers I hadn't made up my mind yet). When we were all there, Ray's father (who is a nice guy working in a nearby hospital) welcomed us and showed us around the house. In Raymond's room he had put matrasses all around and then he told us this: "Being a nurse I know that it happens to lots of boys who sleep in another bed than their own that they can wet the bed by accident. Especially when you drink more sodas and go to sleep late, so I put protection on all matrasses. If necessary, there are some spare sleeping bags". When Raymond's father left us alone Ray told us he had an accident maybe 2-3 times a month, as a result of sleeping tight. The others nodded understanding, so I took my chance and told them I had wet my bed a couple of times since summer holiday so I wore drynites now to be sure. Then the youngest friend (J.) admitted he too wore diapers for the night, and was glad he didn't have to hide them from us. So by then the party could begin!
After a late late night with dvd and Wii and snacks and sodas we finally fell asleep.
Next morning J. had a wet diaper, Raymond had wet his bed and hadn't noticed it, and my drynite was dry. We all din't make a fuzz about it, and had a very nice day after that.
At the end of the day all were gone but me. because I was to stay one more night. And this time Raymond asked me wether I was going to wear a drynite, since I didn't use it last night, and we wouldn't make it that late either. O.K.. let's try it without I said. Boy, did I sleep well that night, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. Sunday morning I woke up early, and found myself laying in a wet bed. So I got up, took a shower, and wondered how long it would go on this way. When Raymond woke up he was dry, and he was optimistic about me. At least you tried, and one night you managed to stay dry while I had an accident. So when shall we have our next sleepover?