I was never a bedwetter, thank the Maker. Because I had tons of embarrassing moments involving grossness in school, including sh*****g on myself in first grade (because I had diarrhea and had intestinal cramps and asked to go to the bathroom, but nothing came out, so I went back to class, and then I really urgently suddenly had to s**t and I thought the teacher would be mad at me if I asked to go to the bathroom again so I tried to hold it in but couldn't) and pissing on myself in second grade (because our teacher yelled at you with a LOUD ANGRY booming voice if you asked to go to the bathroom and denied people permission to go to the bathroom) and pissing on myself several times in kindergarten (because I was too shy to ask to use the restroom). Then I had a snot problem until I was about 18. And once or twice in grade 7 I had no tampons on me and used kleenex instead and then some fell out and it was stained red with menstrual blood and my enemies, like 3 or 4 girls, noticed. This is the first time I've told anyone about pissing and sh*****g myself in school, except for when I told my boyfriend last year. It was so embarrassing that I tried to keep a low profile in the high school that I went to where all the kids there had gone to elementary school with me and knew about my embarrassing moments in kindergarten and grades 1 and 2. But the more I tried to keep a low profile, the more attention I got. Because I tried to keep a low profile by not making friends or being my opinionated adventurous loud-mouth self, they thought I was the total opposite of what I was and they found it wierd and disgusting and picked on me because of my shyness and that. When I switched over to the school where my old classmates were, and learned that my old friend who was there had switched from that school to another school, I thought, "What if those kids remember that I shat and pissed on myself?" And they did. On the first day of school, when I walked in the door, this jerk, Nick C., who bothered me in elementary school said "Remember when you peed on your chair?" and then this other girl said, "She s**t herself in Mrs. Walker's computer class in grade 2." (It was actually in grade 1.) And then this other girl said that I peed in my pants in grade 4, but I hadn't; Nick C. had put glue on my chair and then shouted "She peed!" She then teased me about it, saying "Eeeew, what's that smell! You can go to the bathroom, you know, you're allowed! That's disgusting!" I swear to God I have PTSD from all this.
I'm so glad that after all those years I finally got that off my chest!