I wet the bed when I was a kid, until I was 15. When I was around 8, my dad had me wear diapers at night. I was so ashamed when I'd wake up with them wet, and that I wet the bed in general, that I would hide my diapers and tell my dad that I didn't wet the bed. Which delighted them, until they eventually found them. Why wouldn't they find it. But when they did, they started screaming at me, and I mean screaming. They grabbed me by my ears and shook my head. It was terrifying. I felt so ashamed, for such a long time because of that. I thought there was something wrong with me. Like I was a bad kid. I wasn't. I was troubled. My mom's current husband from ages 6 to 11 made fun of me constantly, thankfully my mom got her act together and left him, but anyway. He would humiliate me daily, and publicly. He would call me 'miss p**s pot', tell strangers when we were out, and when he had his friends over he'd make fun on me about wetting the bed whenever I passed by. My father and stepfather were wrong.
MAR 16, 2023
Hey Pandas, What’s Something You Did As A Kid Now That You Look At It, Was You Being An Emotional Wreck?
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