Love Killing My Fear. HoL 92

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Humans of Lagos

"Back in those days at the college, I used to bedwet. Other students would make jest and mockery of me. And my parents, made me think that something was heinously wrong with me.

I got punished time without number for something I did not do willingly. I was traumatised, depressed to the point of considering suicide.

My bunk mate, who's a senior student then would pack all her dirty clothes for me to wash, as her way of admonishing me for bedwetting. This is in addition to the incessant beating from my parents like I was an unrepentant thief often caught in the act.

It took a supportive and understanding friend of mine to see how normal a being I was. She never rebuked me and she assisted in easing my punishment by offering her help anywhere she could.

Caregivers such as my teachers and my hostel coordinator stigmatised me also. They showed no understanding or support. I was by now too nervous and insecure to even see a way out of bedwetting. Adding salt to a very sore injury were the religious leaders in my area. They were exorcising the bedwetting spirit out of me and made a fortune from my gullible parents.

With the help of my friend's unconditional support, I am researching the best solution to this psychological dilemma. Now, some days, I don't bedwet.

My friend knew better, that love conquers fear, hate and insecurity. She has shown me that understanding and compassion at times do not come with age."

© FERT, 2016

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  1. Unknown5 November 2016 at 14:50

    u jst have this way of making me laugh sha!! this is really nice...sorry I checked it late

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  2. caster56boy23 May 2017 at 04:44

    I am happy you check. It is better to be late than never.

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