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I cant deal with the bedwetting.
I cant deal with the shame
I cant deal with the isolation
I cant deal with the humiliation
I cant deal with the urologist
I cant deal with the inconclusive results
I don't know what to do. I have lost all of my friends over the past four years due to depression. I literally have nobody in my life right now. My parents know about my bedwetting. Tonight, i finally gave in and reached out to a bedwetting clinic but who am I kidding - I can't afford it. All i do is sit in my apartment and feel bad for myself because i feel that im limited in things i can do. I havent gone camping, going on dates is no bueno "hey. Gotta go home", and because ive lived a life close to home - i dont go out and party like i used to.
I cant do it anymore.
I can't live like this.
Who would have thought five years ago when i had a decent head on my shoulder, friends to go out with, that years from now i would have diapers in my closet and a vinyl sheet on my mattress. And to top it all off i can't stop thinking of my abuse and trauma. Its like its all wrapped up into one.
Whats the point of living - if you witnessed your twenties get chained limb by limb, slowly year after year.
I gotta go,
Thoughts from a 27 year old bedwetter.
I cant deal with the shame
I cant deal with the isolation
I cant deal with the humiliation
I cant deal with the urologist
I cant deal with the inconclusive results
I don't know what to do. I have lost all of my friends over the past four years due to depression. I literally have nobody in my life right now. My parents know about my bedwetting. Tonight, i finally gave in and reached out to a bedwetting clinic but who am I kidding - I can't afford it. All i do is sit in my apartment and feel bad for myself because i feel that im limited in things i can do. I havent gone camping, going on dates is no bueno "hey. Gotta go home", and because ive lived a life close to home - i dont go out and party like i used to.
I cant do it anymore.
I can't live like this.
Who would have thought five years ago when i had a decent head on my shoulder, friends to go out with, that years from now i would have diapers in my closet and a vinyl sheet on my mattress. And to top it all off i can't stop thinking of my abuse and trauma. Its like its all wrapped up into one.
Whats the point of living - if you witnessed your twenties get chained limb by limb, slowly year after year.
I gotta go,
Thoughts from a 27 year old bedwetter.