I suffered a lot of punishment, shaming, humiliation, shunning, frustration, anger..... as a child and early teen. It wasn’t until my early/mid teens that I actually had a diagnosis and vindication regarding my birth defect involving the nerves that sense a full bladder and ability to restrict the flow. I was also abused as a young child and at one point, thrown through a closed window to the ground below. Then there was the emotional damage that preceeded and followed... I was “damaged” in many ways so it was no wonder that I had issues with accidents as a pre-teen. Finally though, during a checkup at my first gynecologist visit, he decided to do tests and ultimately found the damage that they called a birth defect.... I’m still not completely convinced that it wasn’t from the abuse. After my parents divorced, money was very limited so medical care was also somewhat limited, as were products that would have made my leakage issues less noticeable. There was much less interaction and socializing as a teen girl, which likely affected my social development. High school, college, career, marriage, two wonderful boys later, more tests, more drugs, more side effects with only slight improvement, decided to skip the drugs, the tests, and simply accept the situation and enjoy life!! Now, with that, I have ups and downs, like everyone else in the world. Unfortunately, my downs usually involve flooding and loss of the little control I usually have, then the highs again! The problem is that as time passes, the regaining of the little control becomes slightly less... it’s like a ball that bounces, each time bouncing less high. I suspect there will be a time when I’ll be completely incontinent, which for me is depressing. There again, it likely won’t affect my routine and day anyway as I’m in diapers, pads, pull-ups, and combinations now anyway, 24/7. I wear double cloth at night because they next to never leak. I often wear cloth during the day when I can because for me, they are more comfortable, especially if I’m outside in Texas heat. I wear a sundress and no one is aware (I believe) that I’m thickly diapered. On the other hand, a cloth diaper is the essence of loss of control of your body function as you are more aware of being diapered. Though more comfortable, there’s the bulk between your legs that, even though more comfortable than disposables, reminds me of my brokenness... That’s when I need to get out of my funk by mixing it up a little. Usually writing here makes me feel better. I ramble, but I guess therapeutic for me and maybe,just maybe might help someone here who feels a little down...
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