Sunday, May 23, 2010

Everyone stops bedwetting at age 11.

Good Morning all,

On Sunday, I spent a chunk of the day at Powell's Bookstore with The Boy and stumbled upon Sarah Silverman's new book. I paused from my goal of finding this month's book for my book club and read a bit of this Jewish gal's words and cripes, she's funny.

My favorite part was the fact that the back jacket of her book is adorned with "advance praise for her book by children"(one quote simply says "Book." - Caleb age 3) I don't know what it is about her: she's foul-mouthed, offensive and horribly inappropriate but I find her to be hilarious. I mean how can you not smile when the section regarding her early years is headed with this: My Life Started by Exploding out of my Father's B*lls.

Too funny.

{Me, the former bedwetter, living a lovely life July 2009.}

Besides Ms. Silverman's filthy mind, what attracted me to the book was probably the title. Yes, I used to be a bedwetter. Until age 11, I was a shoo-in pee'er of the sheets. This created quite an uncomfortable scenario for me as it meant a few things:
  • That my Dad's hand would consistently drop down over my shoulder at about 7 PM, every/any night to remove any drink I had in front of me and inform me I was to not touch anymore liquid until the morning. Grand.

  • My sheets constantly crinkled as if I were sleeping on a tarp.

  • Constant fear of not knowing if I would pee my friend's bed when sleeping over (PS- I did about 6 times and everytime was worse than the last).

  • That my parents would be so tired of dealing with my problem that I was actually briefed on electric shock treatment that would buzz me awake if I started to hit a REM cycle. Thank God the marketing presentation scared them as much as me.

{Love liquid under my feet - esp. in my cute Jellies- but waking up to it is a nightmare}

One day when walking home from school with Shanin at about age 9, my best friend since age 6 and one of those people who I could tell anything to, I was complaining to her about my bedwetting problem. She had known a family member with the same issue and she said "Well, so-and-so used to pee the bed but when they turned 11 it just stopped!"

{Shanin and Me: all grown up}

I didn't realize when I heard those words but I somehow registered that and secretly began to bank on the fact that I too would just stop bedwetting at age 11.

Then, the following July, I woke up to the familiar feeling of cold on my sheets. As I roused my little 10-year-old self at 2 am to start my cleaning ritual I was so accustomed to, I remember stripping down out of my soaked clothes in the bathroom and becoming beyond frustrated that I had yet again peed during a dream. I remember sitting there cold on the floor hoping, praying that I too would stop this soon at age 11.

{Shanin and Me again}

I can't tell you if the following happened because of willpower or simply because it was my time but a couple weeks later I had my birthday, turned 11 and I never peed the bed again after that.

I have always wondered what the prompt was for that but I have always questioned if like Dorothy, I had had the power to stop peeing the bed all along but I didn't realize I could do it on my own. Or if it was simply my time to learn the signs of my body and to eradicate myself from the burden of bedwetting.

Regardless of reason, I soon relinquished all the stress and worry that comes with being a bedwetter and have enjoyed many-a-dry-sleepovers since. I don't know what finally pushed my body and me to rid myself of this issue but I do know that focusing on improving yourself in every way does play a role in how your body responds to you- mind over matter.

{my friend Miranda and Me: life after bedwetting ;) }

PS: I did "relapse" a couple times at the age of 19 and 20 but I fully blame that on a certain fraternity and their copious amounts of Jungle Juice and rap music. But that's another story for another time...

{This can lead to bed-peeing during the college years.}

Did you manage to "beat" any childhood behaviors???


Sher said...

Your stories always make me smile:)

Goes to show that you can do anything once you put your mind to it!


Slamdunk said...

Wow, glad you survived that trial without too much emotional scarring. I am thinking the undergrad bathtub picture could certainly be a post in itself.

Anonymous said...

This is a sad, but sweet story. And by the looks of that last picture, we totally could have been friends in college! Have a great week!

Scrummys said...

I know how difficult something like that can be. You are brave for sharing your story and I love the positive spin. I'm certain you can create your own reality by really believing in something. Good for you!

{andthisiswhatshesaid} said...

haha good story, sad but good!

Sierra said...

I needed this because I'm having a hard time staying positive and putting my mind too it lately, but I know anything is possible! You look beautiful in these pics girl!

Alison Kinsey said...

I'm glad this story had a happy ending :) you are too funny.

Kara said...

OMG this post was so funny and great! I love that you can post about it now, way to be strong sistah :)

Holly Lefevre said...

Oh my 11...I'll pass this on to a few moms I know who are concerned about their kiddos at 8! Glad you came out unscathed (for the most part).

Panty Buns said...

i find Sarah Silverman to be hilarious too! Thank you for sharing so honestly about yourself and also for your honest, forthright comments on both of my Blogspot blogs which i really do appreciate very much. i have added Candyfloss & Persie to my my WordPress Blog's blogroll under Fashion and style in addition to your being on both of my Blogspot blogrolls. i LOVE that you shared the childhood bedwetting. i don't remember whether i did that at what age, but i know as a child my mother made my sister and i wear tight pink vinyl rubber underpants to bed. i don't know whether i've related my childhood experiences about being seen and humiliated in my underpants, the associations and how i came to start sitting in the window in my underpants as the girls in my school walked by. i got the nickname "The Underpants Kid". Now i male model panties on the internet. i guess you managed to adjust but i still haven't managed to. i'm sure the nightly spankings followed by hugging and kissing i got from my mother are why i look for that from women in adulthood. No, i'm having trouble thinking of childhood behaviors that i beat, but congratulations to you! Loved this post!

LadyBugSays ... said...

Such a funny story! Glad it had a happy ending!

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Leah said...

You had bedwetting relapse? I think I'm guilty of the relapse too. Sometimes it has something to do with a dream then I wake up with a warm feeling and I run to the bathroom. I guess it's part of being too hyperactive, one of my doctors told me.

I got rid of the word verification too... sometimes it makes commenting too taxing.

Lovely pics Caitlin! xoxo

Jaime @ laviejaime said...

Haha oh goodness... everyone has ridic stories from childhood! Sarah S is hilarious.

the "L" spot said...

I never peed in my bed. But I share a love for Sarah Silvermen and am on my way to the book store now! Think I'm lying...I'm not!

Natasha Gregson said...
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Natasha Gregson said...

Sarahy sliverman is so funny :) Love this post !! xx

Amanda @ Life with A.Co said...

I used to bite my nails.

oh wait. I still do.



A.Co @ A.Co est. 1984

PorkStar said...

Nice and insigtful post. I LMAO at the line of Sarah Sylverman exploding out of her dad's .... lol.. that was funny. I must get this book. Actually someone recommended it to me after reading my blog so probably, yeah, it would be inspirational.

Also, about beating any childhood behaviors, I think I rather discuss that in my blog one of these days.


: )

mirmirzimzim said...

i love the images you selected as representative of life after bedwetting. i heard ss talking about her book on npr a while back, and normally i don't like her much, but she was so funny on it. props to you cait, props to you.

Barry said...

M'kay, this definitely qualifies as the most unexpected subject I've ever commented on as a first-time visitor. :) I do admire your bravery for posting about it though.

I used to be a bedwetter. I'm in my mid-forties now, and it's just a distant memory since it's happened (a good two or three years).


Unless you count the time my cat jumped on my head in the dark a few years ago.

But I wetted the bed up until I was about...yeah, I guess ten or eleven. My mother used to buy me Lego if I went a while without doing it. Eventually I just stopped, don't know why.

All I know is my bed's been dry for over thirty years and my mom owes me a crapload of Lego.

Your blog's great BTW!

Anonymous said...

love that book! and this made me laugh so hard...I peed the bed once at the age of 6...while I was dreaming about a toilet, ha.