Good morning
@TreeLad, (damn it, it was kind of morning when I started to write, that must count!)
So I finally found, or actually the opposite, a bedwetter who is also a well articulated forest friend as well. I found an embedded Welcome in the end as well, so thank you for that, but also for reaching out to me. It's most appreciated.
Arborist you say, that's a label, huh? Feels like something I should read up on a bit. At least I can (sort of) handle the battery powered chainsaw my dad gave me to take down and cut up trees with. What can I say, I girl needs to have her firewood, right?
Huh, I never thought of that angel before. I want to have a label, but as you say, I don't want to be labelled. What a dilemma.
Is that maybe my core problem? I never thought of it in that way before.
I really hate when some one, biased enough, stamp me in the forehead with a stamp that says anything that I don't want it to.
But I want to have a label for myself, like a one word map, to find my ways in the darkness...
My protection do bring me peace of mind, security and, well, the comfort of a dry bed *blushing*. It has always been there for me, sort of speak. My parents never shamed me, my mum put on my nappies until I was about 10, when she finally taught me how to do it and then I was expected to do it myself. No shame, no nothing.
But guilt is something else, when I mismanaged my protection it leaked, then I felt guilt, I was so embarrassed, I did what I could to fix the problem, mum helped with the cleaning process. She never blamed me, she only blamed the nappies. After an accident like that, she begun finger checking the leakage barriers, after I had put in on for the night.
In hindsight, that is very understandable, but it was still super embarrassing, making me feel even more like a total failure.
But I was probably stigmatizing my own bedwetting, without realizing it. I had all the help and support I could need.
Nappies were very shameful to me, and that's probably why, at around age 10 or so, I started referring to them as protection, and I still do.
Before that I had no obvious problem with them, at lest not that I can remember. I still don't have any problem referring to them as nappies when I am referring to wearing protection at that age. Is that because my brain going mental or what?
I avoided getting a boyfriend, not sure I liked any boys in school anyways. If I did, it was certainly not in the same way as other girls seemed to do. Don't get me wrong, I was probably just late in the general hormone field since I didn't hit menarche until I was 16.
That was another gross factor that literary turned my bedwetting into bloodbath (sorry it that was TMI)
So I can't really say that I have any intimate sexual experience, but I am still a girl so things might happen just before I put on my protection... (clean thoughts of me, please)
I tend to bedwet about 50% of the nights, not always every other night, but close.
While camping, that might got to 100% though. I may have the habit of not do a last wee, if I don't feel the urge to, before crawling into the tent and subsequently my cozy sleeping bag, it's the fluffiest thing I own, no wonder, it's made of down...
I knew that I was not alone, but all the DL stuff scared me a bit. Still kind of do. But I felt the need to do a leap of faith, and here I am. Not regretting anything but the sorrow feeling that I maybe should have done it sooner...
