I had a pretty normal childhood. Everything was great until I got into secondary school. I started to wet the bed. Up until now, I don’t know what caused it, but I do know that that period of my life was really shameful. As the first child, my parents would be upset. They would talk to and scold me, but I just couldn’t control it. I remember one time, I had to go for Girls Brigade camp meeting, and I wet the bed there too. I would quickly wake up to change my sheets, but the stench would make it obvious. I became scared about visiting cousins during holidays. I preferred to stay home than face the embarrassment. 

There was nothing my mum didn’t do to try to help me. I remember a time I was told to pee on charcoal. I tried so many strange things just to stop the bed wetting. The whole room would smell because I bed wetted at least thrice a week. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get up to go pee in the middle of the night, but by the time I wanted to, I’d have already wet the bed. And sometimes I would dream that I was in the toilet, but by the time I woke up I realised it was a dream. I went through this struggle for almost 2 years until I stopped. My friends couldn’t come into my room, no one could. Every time I had to spread my mattress outside, I would cry. I was always crying, asking God to help me. 

When I finally stopped, it was like a miracle. I would check the bed, feel it and even smell it to be sure it didn’t just dry while I was sleeping. *Laughs*. I couldn’t believe it and after weeks had passed without me bed wetting, I knew I was free. It was a strange time of my life.