Enuresis — wetting the bed — has been part of my life, on and off, since I was a teenager. It’s private; I don’t discuss it with friends. But a blog lets me write about it privately in public, so to speak. Maybe what I have to say will help somebody cope.
It doesn’t interfere with normal life. I have a great husband and great kids. I have a successful career in a demanding profession. I have honors college and graduate degrees from top universities. I have great friends. I travel the world.
It is just not a big deal. It is embarrassing. It requires extra space in a suitcase. But it doesn’t mean anything about maturity or intelligence.
How many of life’s problems can be solved by tossing something in the trash?