Hi all, my name's Hana Johnson. I'm 17 years old and I still wet the bed. To say the least, it's been a wild roller coaster for me physically and emotionally, but you didn't come for the short version did you? But, this is merely the introduction, so I shall only explain a bit. 

For the first half of my life, I grew up living with my mother and three other siblings, all of which are girls. My mom's side of the family is pretty full of women, it's ridiculous really.

But, it was during this part of my life that I developed my little problem. And, no, it was not due to improper potty training, some sort of emotional trauma, or a health issue. My mother potty trained me correctly, something I'm confident in considering I didn't start wetting the bed until a year or so afterwards, at that point in my life, I also never experienced anything truly traumatizing - unless you consider watching scary movies a lot at a young age traumatizing - and my doctors would always confirm that I was healthy after every visit in an attempt to "cure" me.

So, as for why this problem persisted for years, I am still not certain. But, it has definitely impacted my life in a large way, something I'm sometimes admittedly grateful for... and it all started with a dream about going to the bathroom.

I'm sure everyone has had that dream at least once in their life where you have to use it really badly, so you rationally decide to run to the bathroom for some relief. Upon waking up, you may find that you actually wet yourself which was the case for me.

I thought nothing of it of course, however, the next night it happened again. And then the next night, and the night after that... which brings me to the story that you came here for. So, without further delay, read on.