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I had never thought about the "being in two worlds" situation of being a bedwetter, thanks another great chapter. I always assumed that, for a bedwetter, wetting the bed would be less "shameful" than wetting their pants. Wetting while asleep you cannot control, but having an accident awake is something that you can control. I was wondering how do you view these two types of accidents and whether my assumption is true or not. Now I'm starting to wonder whether it is the other way round, because wetting your pants is an unhappy accident, but wetting the bed is something you do regularly, it defines who you are.  I would appreciate if you shared your view on this! Thanks!

103. Grow Up “You okay?” Tess jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, but it was only Spike. Over the last couple of days she had found herself lost in her thoughts too often, trying to get to the bottom of a confusing mass of emotions. She didn’t even know where to start. It seemed like everything was happening at once, and she could barely separate the issues in her mind anymore. It wasn’t just her feelings towards Spike, which were as ambiguous as ever, or his offer to be her Daddy. And it wasn’t the mix of terror and relief brought on by her visit to the doctor. It was all of those things mixed together, as well as the knowledge that kids just a year older than her were in a last-minute panic cramming for their exams. She had enough acquaintances in the next year to have heard that their education was drawing to a close as teachers changed from teaching them new things to helping them revise. Evan’s school apparently made attendance optional for classes in which they were already confident of a good grade. Tess wasn’t sure she would be ready for all that in just one year. But she had to believe that the teachers knew what they were doing, and that she was capable of learning everything so fast. For as long as she could remember, Tess had been telling herself that she was an adult now, and that she would be capable of looking after herself if she left school today. But seeing just how close the end was, she found herself having doubts about her academic abilities. “Umm… yeah,” she mumbled, realising that she was lost in her thoughts again despite the most important person in her life speaking to her. “A lot on your mind?” “Yeah. You wouldn’t believe. It’s like, school only has a year of stuff left to teach us. And Dad says they might be moved to Dubai again before Christmas, so I guess it’s good that I didn’t start a new school over there. And home is still a bit weird…” She hesitated there, She still hadn’t been able to tell Spike about the problems she had been having. About the bedwetting, or Gabby’s insistence that she wanted a little. “And about… what we talked about?” Spike asked. He wasn’t pushing. He wasn’t so eager to see her in her headspace. He was just trying to guess at the thing she hadn’t said, figuring that it might be what she was finding the hardest. And he was right. “Yeah,” she answered. “Well, both the things we talked about. Your passport, I mean. I looked up the procedures, and it seems to be fairly solid in the rules. There’s just a form to fill in, but it’s six pages and your parents are supposed to sign it. But I asked Dad, and he helped me pin down the legal precedent. They can’t actually ask that. But I think it’s best to actually have a meeting with your head of year and one of the secretaries, so we can make sure they actually understand. Don’t worry about that, we can do it.” “I’m scared,” he said. “But I know it’s what I have to do. To declare who I am. And I want to say thank you for helping me here. For the first time, I think this is too much for me to handle on my own. But with you there, I know we can do anything.” “Well, most things,” she said with a smile. He came and sat down beside her on the bench, and rested his head on her shoulder. It seemed so natural, and she stretched an arm around his shoulders to remind him that he would never be alone. “For this one, it won’t be a problem. It’s related to your mental and emotional health, you see. I know that’s a weird way to look at it, but it makes all kinds of exceptions to the rules.” “You said something about that. So what do I have to do to trigger that? I mean, I’ve done paperwork for the bills at home, but that’s all set up to make it easy to give them money, you sign what they send you. Starting something new is a new thing for me. I feel like a little kid again, realising I don’t have everything as sorted as I thought.” “Is your form tutor likely to understand? He’s probably the first point of contact. You can tell him some of what it’s about if you want. But you’ll need to approach one teacher about it, and your form tutor is the obvious choice, unless there’s one you get on well with.” “Yeah, I think so. Just tell a teacher?” “You tell him that you want to organise a safeguarding meeting, and you don’t want your parents to be notified. Safeguarding is a useful catch-all, they deliberately make it vague so that the exact purpose of a meeting isn’t transparent to anyone who isn’t invited. It covers bullying prevention, student safety, suspicions about staff abusing their positions, and just about anything related to emotional health. So request a safeguarding meeting. You’re entitled to that, and to insist that your parents aren’t told. You say that I’m going to be your advisor in this case, so I can speak for you. And you might want to say that you think it’s an issue that your head of year needs to deal with. They might mess us around and set you up to see other teachers, but if that happens we’ll have to keep repeating ourselves until we get somebody who’s actually authorised to make the changes on the computer system.” Spike nodded slowly, and then confirmed what he needed to say. Safeguarding, parents, and Tess being his advisor. All requests that the school couldn’t legally refuse. He seemed more confident now; still unusually vulnerable, but he knew what he was doing and he could see the way forward from here. Tess didn’t know if she should feel guilty; but being able to take responsibility for something like that made her feel on top of the world. Did that make her a bad person? It was almost like she was getting pleasure from his discomfort, but she tried to tell herself that it didn’t work like that. “You’re good at this,” he said a few minutes later, and Tess couldn’t really argue. She didn’t know if he meant sorting out the administration, or holding him close and stroking his hair until he was calmer. But in both cases it came naturally. Whatever she was doing for him now, this was what she was meant to be doing. The moment didn’t last. They sat there in silence for a good five minutes, before they were interrupted by the shrill tones of Mindy Ciertowczki, protesting that Spike would lose all his respect if anyone saw him hugging a little kid. Tess felt her hand form a fist unbidden, before Spike’s hand closed around hers. He gave her a gentle squeeze, and reminded her that Mindy didn’t have the first clue what she was talking about. The girl had gotten increasingly aggressive since the rumours about Spike and Tess’s relationship had moved on to being what the rest of their friends considered an established fact. She’d gotten louder as well, and possibly more desperate. Now, like a handful of times before, Tess wondered if the bully was actually struggling to hold back tears behind the spiteful queen-bee mask. “Mindy, I think you need to mind your own business,” Spike said, straightening up a little. “The time I spend with my friends is my own business. And I think your own reputation might improve if you admitted that your closest friends are more–” He stopped, surprised, as Tess placed a single finger against his lips. “Don’t worry,” Tess said with a smile, “I’m okay.” The words came out easily, and she’d already said them before she realised that they were true. Being called a baby by her classmates had always made her feel so weak and helpless, and had been the one thing that bullies had been able to really upset her with since she arrived in Raybridge. But now the words didn’t get to her; they were just a cheap taunt that revealed more about Mindy’s emotional state than anything about Tess. She didn’t need Spike to protect her now, because something in the chaotic maelstrom of the last few months had changed her. And it seemed like that was a good thing, as she turned back to Mindy. “I don’t know why you want to insult me. I don’t know why you want to hurt Spike’s feelings now. But that’s your business. But don’t jump to conclusions; whatever you think you know about the two of us, you should know that it’s probably wrong. If you want something, think seriously about what you want, and why, and what you really need, and what you can offer. Don’t jump to conclusions and chase stereotypes. Think about what matters to you deep down, and you got a much better chance of finding it.” Mindy had a couple of hangers-on with her today, and the two started to look at each other in confusion. They probably didn’t understand what was going on here; Tess was just speaking on instinct, and didn’t quite understand it herself. But in the absence of anything they could heap scorn on or laugh at, the self-proclaimed popular girls shrugged and walked away. When it became clear there was no more advice forthcoming, Mindy followed them, not sure of what else to do. “You sound like a lifestyle guru,” Spike said from his space somewhere between confusion and amusement. “Or a helpful aunt trying to give relationship advice without mentioning sex.” “I just thought… The way she’s behaved this whole time doesn’t make sense. She didn’t start bullying me when I arrived, she wasn’t one of them. She only joined in later, after you helped me find some friends of my own. I think she’s… she has this fairytale in her head, something about how high school romance is supposed to work, and she’s cast you as the lead. She’s not acting out of malice, she just doesn’t understand her own feelings. Like you didn’t. She’s tried to fill in the gaps by reading novels, and she’s trying to force her life to fit into that mould. You’re the hot guy, so you’re her love interest. She knows that if she does the things she’s read about in those books, you should fall into her arms. And I’m your best friend, so I must be the rival. There’s no malice there, she just doesn’t know how else to deal with the situation.” “You seem pretty sure. How long have you been thinking about her?” “I haven’t. It’s just like… something clicked when I saw how she looks at you. That’s not desire there, I think she’s just playing a role. Like, she’s acting how she thinks she’s supposed to act. And the sooner she realises that, the happier she’ll be. I’m probably wrong, but she looked like she was thinking about it. And that’s better than humiliating her in front of her friends again. I don’t want my comfort to be at someone else’s expense.” “You really are acting like an adult. Taking the high road and everything. But sometimes, you’d like to take a break from the responsibility, wouldn’t you? You can’t carry the world on your shoulders forever. Especially not with Mindy climbing on for a ride too.” “Yeah,” Tess mumbled, and glanced down at her hands. They had approached the topic a few times over the last week, but not really said anything conclusive about it. “You’d really like to be my Daddy for a while, wouldn’t you? So I can pretend I’m a little kid again and let you take the responsibility.” “If that’s what you want, I would relish the chance. I’m not sure I understand everything, but–” “Wait!” Tess looked up suddenly, a few attentive neurons reminding her what they had seen the last time she turned her head. As much as she wanted to finish this conversation, she knew that there were more urgent concerns today. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Somewhere I need to be, I didn’t notice the time. I really want to talk about this more, and I think you’re the only person I’d trust to share it with. But I’ve only got ten minutes to get to… somewhere. Talk later, okay? Love you.” She dashed off quickly; and was halfway across the courtyard before her panicked brain realised what her impatient lips had just said.

I have them quite often and usually if I'm using my diaper in my dream its really happening. If I pee in a dream I'm wetting in my sleep and occasionally when it involves me messing its also possibly happening. My most recent diaper dream involved a messy diaper that I couldn't find a place to change for various reasons my brain made up that did result in me waking up messy. 

I can,t wait to see how the vacation will go .

I rarely comment on stories, to be honest, but DD's stories are among my favorites, it's a shame Car Seat stopped being updated when it got to the good parts... Thanks for the update! 🥰 I wasn't offended, it just didn't feel to me like the second part of your comment was very constructive, but you shared your opinion and I shared mine, nothing wrong with that. Also, I do hate to see new authors disappear after they receive negative feedback and I don't want this story to stop! 😉