Piss pot!

Shortly after my 'Dad' came into the picture I developed a bladder problem. I couldn't control my bladder anymore. I had been completely toilet trained. Most people put it down to laziness. I would get yelled at and called horrible names when I wet myself. I wouldn't even know I'd done it until it was too late. And the only reason I kept it from them sometimes was because I was so ashamed and scared about what they might do to me. I would walk around in wet clothes all day long smelling like a urinal. Nobody came near me. At home I wet the bed every night. Mum would cover up the wet patch with a towel and make me go back to sleep. One Doctor told my Mum that it was a faze I was going through. Another doctor told my Mum it was stress related and another told her it was a medical condition that caused the incontinence. I was put on medication which didn't help at all. If my childhood wasn't bad enough....this made my life a living hell! By the time I started primary school my bladder problem hadn't changed. Because of this I never really made a friend and I was constantly made fun of. My Brother especially gave me hell. he was the one who came up with the nickname 'Piss Pot'. I was teased and bullied at school then I was teased and bullied at home. I started to gain more control of my bladder at around 11 and by 12 and a half i had complete control of it.