Before anyone points this out–yes–I do realize the irony in my thread title.
I’m 18. As far back as I can remember I’ve had a hyper bladder.
But only twice in the past year has it ever caused me to go through episodes involving actual leakage.
The first time was about 6 months ago–and I had a thread asking for medical advice about what was happening to me because I didn’t want my parents to find out. Anyways, The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong, and eventually, it passed.
But now it’s happening again–I couldn’t hide it from my parents this time–so now they know–my siblings probably know–and now I not only have another doctor’s appointment, but a plastic sheet on my bed so loud it practically cries out: “Beware: Wet Boy on Board”!
Just–fuck it all to hell. This is embarrassing.
Not really -depressing-. I mean…conditions like these exist. And they can develop at any age. Otherwise–Kimberly Clark and Proctor & Gamble wouldn’t be making so much money.
But for these people who are close to me and whom I don’t necessarily trust to find out and know about it is just so fucking -embarrassing- that I want to curl up and disappear forever.
It’s also enough to make somebody nervous as hell wondering whether or not you’ll get better…whether or not it’ll come and go–or whether it’ll just get worse.
I also have no idea why I’m telling all of you except that I have no other way to rant about my life and I’m not depressed enough to be overly gloomy about it. But who cares? None of you probably care, anyways.
So…ya know…I guess that’s life. Or something.
What a way to end my Spring vacation.
Goddamn. I need a hole to crawl into.
