bedwetting

Hard day. Talking to my niece this week, we were talking about my other niece,she is now my sister. My parents adopted her. She always called them "mom and dad" , because they raised her. My brother's partner gave her away to them, my brother was struggling with addiction. So ...
After the epic fail as parents of my brother they raised this perfect kid. Champion in whatever sport, successful student and she even has her own business at the age of 17. Because my father developed Alzheimer's,she is also assisting with bank issues. (Despite the fact that there is also another sister leaving there, she is on her 60s).
We are all incompetent, except for the golden kid!
What fucks my mind is that she had opportunities I didn't have. Like her, I am adopted. I wet my bed all my life, struggled with school (I was diagnosed with ADD as an adult) but finisheUnivetsity, and got the fuck away from him, going another country!
She had psychological follow up since young age.... If I only had that.... They had money, hey have money! Why the fuck she didn't priorized everything but us, 6 kids! Why my cousins were seen as better than us? Why get out of her way, adopt me like taking a sick puppy home, then getting bored and leave me, leave us, to the care of the maid?
I know... Venting and venting. I'm so upset after the conversation, that's why I'm far away. I'm not visiting soon anymore.
I'm done with them. #adopted #Depression #ADHD #Sibling #bedwetting #Enuresis

I remember when I was little, that mattress out of the bedroom, in need of sun, and the giant yellow oval shape yelling "bedwetting".
The lady who worked as a "Kind of nanny" told me to not worry, she told me that our neighbour wet her bed too, until she was 18.
10, 11, 15 years... My mother decided to take me to a doctor, there was nothing wrong with me! To be honest, I have no idea what he was investigating.
Sometimes I tried to hide the "accident" bidding my underwear, spraying deodorant in the bed. Hating that yellow stain in my mattress.
I turned 18, the age the bedwetting would have to stop: nope!
20, 25, 40.. I got married, had kids, divorced. I was able to hide from my husband and some boys friends the bedwetting. The secret was "not sleep well".
Bedwetting affects your sleep. When all the house is sleeping I'm awake, going to the bathroom 10 times per night. Wetting the bed when exhausted.
Around 40 I realized that there were pads for that. Yeah for me! They are expensive and not sexy! But it's something.
I'm 50 and something. Still wetting my bed at night. Some people come with all kind of "solutions": don't drink after whatever hour, use the "alarm", avoid caffeine, blah blah blah.
I look at them surprised, then remember that hell is full of "good intention".Of course I tried! I do not enjoy waking up at whatever, changing clothes washing everything.
Not fun!
I have many traits that suggest autism. I am anxious, I am adopted, blah blah blah... But I don't know why that.
Today I felt like I should address the elephant in the room. My partner knows, my kids know. I learned to not be ashamed of something that I cannot control. #nocturnal enuresis, #Incontinence #bedwetting #AutismSpectrum #Anxiety

This motel bed is worn out from my fat body and the limited space I have on it. I sit up on the bed, and my abdomen sits over my legs, and it causes my right thigh a lot of discomfort. I can't find a position that works except leaning back and to the left, but then I have my phone too close to my eyes (and most positions I sit in, I fall into leaning forward, so the phone's too close to my eyes even then. Leaning back doesn't always help, either.

The bed I'd sunk in, and the times I've wet the bed (yes, I use bed pads, but when I've emptied my full bladder, it's not enough, plus my boyfriend only gets the cheapest bed pads and underwear, and they don't even carry my size in any brand in the stores.

Yes, I *am* trying to lose weight, but I'm limited as to what I can eat, and when I stay at the motel instead of going out, like I did today (because I'm sick), I have to rely on what my boyfriend's willing to get me. I only eat one meal a day, and a bag of chocolates as a snack. It's terrible, I know, but it's hard to find healthy snacks you don't have to refrigerate, especially if you crave sweets.

I'm getting drowsy again, so I'm going to stop here.

#Anxiety
#ocd
#obsessivecompulsivedisorder
#Depression
#panicdisorder
#hoarder
#hoarding
#ptsd
#cptsd
#disability
#abuse
#emotionalabuse
#mentalabuse
#Financialabuse
#Obesity
#BladderIncontinence
#Incontinence
#UrinaryIncontinence
#urge incontinence
#bedwetting
#overactive bladder

I have urge incontinence. I leaked when I got up, and it got on my shoes. This means going through physical and mental things that leave me sweaty, exhausted, anxious, and so on. On top of everything, I have a cold. When I told my boyfriend, he cursed out loud. He got mad at me and wanted instructions on what I needed him to do at times when I needed to focus on the task at hand. I'd asked him to get backup shoes for situations like this. When urine gets on my shoes, I need new ones. I'm so exhausted and sleepy. I'm also sick. Why does he have to yell at me for stuff I can't help, especially when I'm so exhausted, sweaty, physically, mentally, emotionally, and I'm getting sleepy. I feel bad enough when this happens. Why does he have to make me feel worse?

#Anxiety
#ocd
#obsessivecompulsivedisorder
#Depression
#panicdisorder
#hoarder
#hoarding
#ptsd
#cptsd
#disability
#abuse
#emotionalabuse
#mentalabuse
#Incontinence
#urge incontinence
#urinaryurgeincontinence
#bedwetting

I am quite shy and very nervous about asking this; So.. this happened today. It’s been 13years since I had an accident. At that time, I was going through a stressful time. I felt the same feelings I felt then. Shame and self loathing were the most that I felt. I don’t think I dealt with it properly 13 years ago, and safe to say I did quite worse this morning. Has anyone experienced this, and do they have any tips on dealing with this?