Camping Nightmares

When I was little up until I was 16, I had a serious problem that many children experience. It's one of utter embarrassment and shame, but so many children and teenagers experience it. It lead to me never sleeping at friends houses or having them stay at my house.
I wet the bed.
This wasn't a real problem much, just annoying and meant I needed a shower before school each day. After about Prep, I started never staying away from home or having people stay at my house. I couldn't stand having anyone know about my problem. A lot of my friends got angry or thought I didn't like them since I never wanted them staying over or said yes to their invitations to stay at their house but nothing bad ever really came of it.

The biggest problem of all though was school camps. Grade One was my first one, but that was a single night and I wore a pull up (a type of child nappy for ages 3+). After that year, I changed schools and the new school didn't take kids on camp until grade 3, but I left prior to that. The new school I went to took kids on camp from grade 3 on wards, and I couldn't get out of it. I went for two nights and wet the bed on the 2nd night. As soon as  school got back from camp, I went home crying from being teased about it, and didn't go back for a week.

Grade 4 of that school was different. I left before we went on camp, and the new school had already been so I didn't do camp that year.

Grade 6 was hell. I went on camp and we the bed on the 2nd night of a 4 night stay. I changed beds and told the teachers, but kids found out and I was bullied badly. I spent that camp absolutely aggressive and untrusting of anyone. When I went back to school, I disappeared again. Luckily, camp was the last day of term, so I was gone for two weeks.

Year 7 wasn't too good. I was put in a cabin with 4 boys I didn't get along with at all. In fact, they were bullies to me. At the time, I was reading a book called "Drowned Wednesday" and I wet the bed on Wednesday. I couldn't find any teachers to tell so I had to tell a year 10 camp leader. By the end of camp, all the year 10s knew about it. I acted up on that camp badly. I wouldn't talk to anyone but I was trying to look cool by being an idiot. Luckily, once again, camp was the last week of term so I got home and spent 2 weeks depressed in my room.

Year 8 was my last camp ever. On this camp I was camping in a tent with a boy who I locked horns with constantly, because we were the only boys in the group. He teased me so much about wetting the bed, we started a verbal argument which quickly became physical. It ended with me striking him to the head before walking off in to the bush near camp and coming back an hour later. Naturally, this did nothing for my social standing at school and I was teased more. This was the 2nd last week of term so I skipped the last week and spent 3 weeks in my room not talking, not communicating with school and just playing Bass, which I got that last week of school, because I was close to suicide.

The bed wetting stopped on its on when I was about 16, which was lucky because I started sleeping with girls a little while later. Now days it still makes me feel upset thinking about the bullying that came from such a small thing. I'm only putting this up here to help anyone else who wets the bed or has. Your not alone.