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I had the same issue for 23 and a half years. Just like you, my parents gave me everything and nothing worked. I lived in boarding for a while, went to university and even NYSC camp that way. Lol.
I was still bedwetting at 21 years old.
My parents tried everything.
They woke me up every hour at night to pee. From 3 p.m., I wasn’t allowed to drink water.
I was always dehydrated… but I would still wake up to a soaked bed.
Nothing worked. I sat on hot coal.
Went from one church to another.
Rubbed red oil on my body.
Used different soaps.
Took medications.
Still… nothing changed.
Instead, I was flogged. Insulted.Shamed.
Like I was doing it on purpose.
In Primary 6, I fought with my best friend.
She told the whole class my secret.
I was mocked every single day after that.
That was the beginning of my trust issues.
Till today… I struggle to trust people.
As I grew older, my body developed.
I had the body men wanted…
but a secret I couldn’t explain. So I kept to myself.
I couldn’t travel.
I couldn’t go to boarding school.
Out of 5 children, I was the only one left behind. My life felt different.
I hated it. I prayed. I fasted.
For years, I had just one prayer:
“God, please make me stop bedwetting.”
But nothing happened.
At 21, I got admission into the university.
My parents were already tired of everything… so they let me go.
I was terrified.
Terrified of being exposed.
Terrified of disgrace in the hostel.
So for 4 days… I didn’t sleep.
On the 5th day, my body gave up.
I slept.
And for the first time in 21 years…
I didn’t wet the bed.
I woke up, checked… Dry.
I can’t even explain the feeling.
That was the happiest day of my life.
Then the next day… still dry.
And the next… still dry.
It just stopped.
Just like that.
Till today, I don’t know why.
Maybe it was fear.
Maybe it was a new environment.
Or maybe…
God finally said, “It’s time.”
If you’re going through something you’re ashamed of… I hope this reminds you:
Your story is not over yet.
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