Wetting The Bed (shorts)

Water Tag

Bedwetting at the age of 10? That's me. Still not dry during the day? Yup, that's me again. For some reason, I just couldn't get myself to stay dry. I tried everything the doctor's recommended, yet I still constantly had accidents. It was so bad that I spent the first few years of grade school wearing pullups.

Of course, there was no hiding the fact that I wore pullups from my friends, after all the pullups crinkled and once wet, they sagged. But instead of being bullied, I was pittied. Which I thought was worse.

The summer of 4th grade, I was registered to a day camp outside of my school district. It was the number one camp in the city. I was excited to go, but nervous about my problem. After all, I would be with new kids my age. 102 of them to be exact. The camp knew about my accidents, and they said they'll try to help.

Two days before camp, I walked into my mother's room and spent a half an hour convincing her to let me wear regular underwear instead of pullups to camp. I promised that I would be extra careful and won't have any accidents. She gave me a look and said "no problem, but you must carry a change of clothing around with you". I readily agreed.

We got into the car and drove to our local Walmart. I was so excited, knowing that I was going to be getting some underwear. I got to pick out some pairs. After much deliberation, I picked a set of super Mario and fortnite briefs. My mother then got some toddler training briefs as a just in case. We also picked up a potty training watch that rings every hour, to remind me to use the bathroom.

Three weeks into camp, the plan was going great. I did have some accidents, but I managed to change out of them without anyone noticing my accident or that I changed my clothes. But then came color war. I was on the yellow team and I wore everything yellow. My hat, shoes, shirt, and pants were yellow. I even wore my briefs with the yellow waistband.

I was really into it. The next activity was a water tag. Everyone was given a water gun and a vest. The goal was to shoot the other teams vest, when it filled up, they were dead. I was excited to play, even though I hadn't brought my bathing suit. Therefore I just played in my clothes.

After an hour of water tag, I walked into the freezing cold building sopping wet, with a huge grin on my face. The air conditioning was blasting that I couldn't take wearing wet clothes. So I opened my knapsack and took out my set of changing clothes.

I went to the bathroom and put them on. As I walked out, my bunkmates looked at me and asked "didn't you have yellow clothes"? I stammered something incoherent. But that's when I heard my school friend say "he probably had an accident". I turned bright red and ran.

I was in the yard, when my bunkmates came by and declared "It's ok that you have accidents, none of us care".  I just smiled and beemed as I excused myself. After all I needed the camp nurse to give me another set of clothing.