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Mommies Special Bed Wetter

Chapter I

Written By: Baby Jay NY

This story is fiction. I hope you enjoy reading it. Because I really enjoyed writing it.

I never had a problem with bed wetting. My mother told me I wasn't that bad for a boy. She said that my younger sister and brother were fast to toilet train.

I remember I was 11 years old and in the 6th grade. All through grade school, I was always #1 on line because of my size. In High School I was #1 again because they went by your last name.

I played some sports. But because of my height I was just OK. I was always picked last. It didn't bother me. My dad was small and I took after him. I was around 10 years old when I got into running. There I didn't need to be picked. I ran by myself and for myself. My running, kept me thin and fit and my height kept me young looking.

My parents fought all the time. I didn't know what they were fighting about I just didn't like it. My Dad would come in from work and they would start fighting. My sister Jean is one year younger than me. My brother Carl is 4 years younger than me. Both of them are much taller and bigger than I am. Even my baby brother is taller than me. I take care of them until my mother and father came home from work. You know like making sure they did their homework. Things like that. I was the big brother but only in age. We would be doing our homework on the kitchen table. When they started fighting. My mother would tell me to take my sister and brother to our rooms and closed the door. Close the door? That was a stupid idea. Because when they were fighting Canada heard them. I would sit in our room and hear them going at it. I would read out loud to try and drown them out. That was a joke too.

One evening, I heard my father come in from work late. He was drunk as a skunk. My mother got pissed at him and sent him packing. I never saw my Dad drunk before. I thought my Dad was cool. He taught me all about running and taught me about stretching and how to limber up before I ran.

He was gone for about 3 months. We never heard from him in all that time. Shortly after I started to wet the bed. I had no idea at the time why. All I knew was that I didn't want my mother to find out. I'm 12 years old.

I would take the sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry after they dried hoping that my mother wouldn't notice. She was always busy, with wash, cooking and cleaning the house. We helped a little.

I went to get some things for her at the grocery store. When I got back, she called me to the basement. She said how come there, has been extra sheets for your bed? I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. What's going on young man? I don't know mom really, I said. Please go put the groceries away for me. OK mom. I ran upstairs. I said to myself that was stupid. She's going to find out sooner or later. We all got ready for bed that night. My brother slept in the bottom bunk and I sleep in the top. We all washed up and brushed our teeth and kissed Mom goodnight and went to bed. During the night I felt someone putting their hand down my PJ's. I woke up and found my mother. She was standing on the ladder with her hand in my underwear. MOM, that's what I thought. You're wet. No I'm not. It's hot in here. Stop lying to me. We will talk in the morning I do not want to wake your brother. I couldn't go back to sleep. I knew I was in trouble. Wetting the bed and not telling her. Lying to her. I was domed.

My mother came in the room in the morning and told me to take a shower before school. She took my wet under wear, PJ's and sheets and took them to the basement. I took my shower and got dressed. When I got to the kitchen. My sister and brother were eating. I thought she was going to embarrass me in front of them. She said that she was making a doctors appointment for me after school and not to go any where but come straight home. I said OK mom.

She was waiting for me when I got off the bus and we headed for the doctors office. Why didn't you tell me about this? I told her that I was embarrassed. I'm 12 not 2. That just means that there is something going on in your body and we should have it checked out. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We arrived at the doctor's office and were seen in about 30 minutes. The doctor gave me a physical and said that I am in very good shape for a 12 year old. A little small in size but OK. I guess my running might have something to do with that. There is no physical reason why he is wetting the bed all of a sudden. Have you had a loss of a loved one or maybe a special pet died? My mother said no doctor nothing like that. But his father did leave us about 4 months ago. He didn't leave us I said under my breath. You threw him out. You watch your tongue young man. Well that sounds like a good reason. I think maybe he will get use to it in time. I will give you some things for night time. He looks like he can still fit in these. I saw him put 1 or 2 baby diapers in the bag. I am not wearing diapers.

I'm 12 not 2. Jerry, it's just for awhile, no one will see you in them. I AM NOT WEARING DIAPERS. DIAPERS ARE FOR BABIES, I YELLED. You will do what ever the doctor or I tell you to do. Or maybe you would like to give up running instead. Now that was hitting below the belt.

She knows how much I love to run. Now move! If he doesn't improve in about 2 months make another appointment and we will go to the next step. OK doctor thank you. He gave my mom the bag and we went home.

To be continued...................................

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