Dennis Fowler2
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joined Jun 2015
Hi everyone,
I’ve been lurking here for quite a while, but this is my very first actual post.
How am I even supposed to start a conversation about something that makes me feel this much shame? Just thinking about it gives me a knot in my stomach.
So, here’s the situation: I’m 35, happily married, and have one child.
Everything went downhill about three months ago when I developed a bladder infection. It’s something I struggle with frequently, and now I’ve reached a point where I can’t control my urine if I don’t make it to the bathroom immediately. It’s like the urge hits, and by the time I’m halfway down the hall, half the bladder has already emptied itself. At night, it’s even worse—I don't even feel it happening; I just wake up soaked, myself and the bed included. :-(
Naturally, I went to see my doctor. I did the whole routine—antibiotics, cranberry juice, you name it. After about a week, things seemed to improve during the day. But since then, I’ve been wetting the bed almost every single night, even though I barely drink anything in the evening.
To make matters worse, I’ve been under an incredible amount of stress over the last six months. My doctor thinks the nighttime accidents are happening because my tests are otherwise coming back normal. I’ve started setting an alarm for every two hours just to try and get to the bathroom, but it doesn't help; I end up at work every morning completely exhausted. He was actually pretty blunt with me—he suggested I just start wearing incontinence briefs at night if I don't want to be changing my sheets every single day. :-(
My husband is being supportive, trying his best to cheer me up. He tells me it’s no different than wearing glasses and insists he isn't going anywhere because he loves me for who I am, not what I’m wearing under my clothes. But honestly... for how long? Who actually wants a wife who has to wear diapers?
I feel like I want to sink into the floor every night when I’m getting ready for bed. Instead of putting on lace underwear after my shower, I’m pulling on a diaper. At 35 years old.
And don't even get me started on how I feel during the day. Knowing that a restroom might not be available for a while, or that I only have a five-to-ten-minute window once I feel the urge, is a total nightmare. I constantly feel like everyone is staring at me. It’s this disgusting sense of helplessness when you feel the urine starting and realize there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.
It’s been three months and I still haven't come to terms with this. In fact, I don't think I ever will. I feel like I'm spiraling into a depression. :-(
Am I alone in this? Is there anyone else out there dealing with this? And how would you all react if this were happening to your partner?
I’m not sure if I’ve posted this in the right section; if I haven't, I hope the mods can move it for me.
Thanks for listening. I really hope someone responds, because incontinence is such a massive taboo, and I could really use some connection right now.