My experience of bedwetting is one I am extremely ashamed of, especially due to the way my parents handled it.
It was Christmas 1997, and for the first time in my life I had to spend the season without my mother (she had to go to Jamaica, where she came from originally, to go to her aunt's funeral) and this was a time of great agony for me. When I experienced daytime and nighttime urination, my father would savage me, verbally and physically. When my mum returned from Jamaica and I told her about it, she defended him. I should point out that I had had a long history of enuresis previously, but this time it had become extreme and uncontrollable. She had never been OK about my bedwetting, especially as she had a job and was under a bit of stress. My enuresis continued for a long time for about a year, and understandably it pushed both my parents to the limit.
At the time there was a lot going on in my life - I was suffering cruel verbal bullying at school (which no one was doing anything about) and I was also having a schoolgirl crush that was taking over my head and disrupting my preparations for my GCSEs. It had been 3 years since I was diagnosed as autistic, and there were a lot of ways in which I was not considered as "normal" and this was obviously one of them (I didn't know whether it was the norm for a 15-year -old to regularly wet the bed).
This was a long time ago, but I feel worse about it now than I did at the time. I have researched bedwetting and the advice given by the NHS is that parents should not punish their children or tell them off. So I can't understand why neither my mum nor my dad was lenient with me when I was wetting the bed. I used to feel guilty about it, but now it seems they were the guilty ones for the way they dealt with it.
I hope that by sharing this experience of mine, I will be able to reach out to someone and that they would be able to relate.