Growing up I regularly wet the bed till about nine. Once dry I missed the sensations and shame filling the void with home alone secret wetting. Then, after ten years without a nocturnal accident, I returned to wetting in my sleep after beer parties. Years later it’s virtually every night with nary a drop of alcohol.
Truth be known, bedwetting is a dream come true for me. Waking wet with no memory I’m on top of the world, nothing bothers me. When dry I’m depressed and irritable.