Accepting bedwetting to the level of enjoyment definitely takes certain things coming together (At least for myself, everyone experiences things in their own way.). When I was young (3-7), bedwetting was just something you dealt with growing up or so I understood anyways. Then it stopped for a bit and when I hit puberty it came back. This time it was an inner battle between what I thought and what I thought society thought about bedwetting. I always carried a lot of shame when I was bedwetting in my teens. It stopped at around 15 and I thought I was good to go. After that I entered the military, had one embarassing night while in basic training and then was good for another couple of years. After coming back from Iraq, I started wetting again much to my horror. The doctor could only tell me originally that they had no idea why I was wetting. Eventually I ended up getting a sleep study and they connected the bedwetting to my sleep apnea. I harbored a lot of shame and self loathing for myself, mainly because -I- enjoyed my condition but was overly concerned with what society would think, not thinking of the rational implication that they'd have to see me sleeping or I'd have to out myself, both situations which would be unlikely.