I Swear It Was An Accident!

I Swear It Was an Accident! (Part 2)

(Lily.)
"Sorry, I don't usually feel comfortable talking about this, because it's really embarrassing to me, and I'm still kind of self conscious, even though it stopped like 3 years ago." I explained, trying to make the situation a little less awkward.

"I think I've wet my bed for almost as long as I can remember, and well, I remember celebrating and enjoying the freedom that came with not being a bedwetter. The first trip to the doctor's office to get it checked out was when I was around 9, and I always thought that one day, I would just magically wake up dry and it would stay that way forever. Here, the doctor would give me my first method of treatment; medications and exercises to strengthen my bladder. Unfortunately, the Vitamin-D supplements, the other prescription drugs my doctor gave me, and the stretches and exercises didn't do much. If anything, it made me feel worse, as I was now having several dry nights in a row occasionally, and then waking up in a soggy bed or diaper for the next week. When I was 12, I could still fit the small size, which made me even more embarrassed as other girls around me were having sleepovers and getting boyfriends; I while I sat at home trying to hide my diapers inside of a closet or dresser. I think it was around my 13th birthday that I stopped wetting my bed entirely, or having an accident at most once or twice a month."

I glanced down towards the ground. I don't think I've ever really told my friends (or anyone for that matter) anything remotely close to that, and if I did, like this one it contained a few lies. It was mostly truthful, as it had stopped around my 13th birthday, and I had spent much of my time as a bedwetter embarrassed and ashamed of myself. However, when I was 9, I stopped taking the supplements because I didn't like the texture of them. They were these chewable gummies, and I hated them for their rubbery texture and fake taste. I also stopped wearing pull-ups or diapers for bed wetting, or at least anything other than airplane rides and long car trips because my brother would tease me about it. But other than that, aside from the nagging shame that came with the offer of a diaper, and the embarrassment from just wetting someone else's bed; I felt alright. I waited, staring at Kale as he stood there, more asleep then awake.

(Kale.)
I stood there, still holding the diaper in my hand, unsure entirely how to respond to Lily's statement. Do I comfort her and tell her I support her regardless of her past? Do I hug her and provide physical comfort like the day before? Or do I just explain to her that I understood, and that I wouldn't force her to wear the diaper if she wasn't comfortable with it. I went with a combination of all three; asking if she was ok with a hug for some form of physical comfort, comforting her and telling her that I supported her regardless of what happened, and finally telling her that I understand what she's saying and telling her that it is entirely her decision to wear a diaper, since well, it's hers. I gave a quick sigh of relief, and sort of began to reply to Lily.

"Is it ok if I hug you again?" I asked, and she looked away for a second, appearing slightly flustered.

"Sure, just...put down the diaper first, ok?" replied Lily.

As I wrapped my arms around her, I heard her whisper something, but I didn't understand what she said, and all I focused on was comforting her. I slowly began to talk, and started to explain my feelings to her.

"Lily, I feel really uh... honored, and warm knowing that you told me this, since it's been such a major event in your life. I'm grateful you told me now, and that it didn't lead to an even more awkward conversation in the future. I wanted to let you know that no matter what happened before, I care a lot about you as a friend, and without you, I'd quite frankly be dead, or worse. I also wanted to make sure you knew I understand that this is something weird and uncomfortable, and probably embarrassing for me to ask of you, since you have had an uncomfortable past with them, and that I'd never force them on you if you're not comfortable with them." I exhaled, surprised that I had actually communicated my thoughts clearly to her without accidentally being condescending or patronizing to her in any way. She pulled back out of the hug for a second and looked me in the eyes, and then she kissed me quickly on the cheek, and for the first time since yesterday, smiled.