An Old Problem – Chapter Two
“Hello love, I thought you said you’d be late.”
“Yer, sorry mum, I should have called but there was a power cut in the office and work was suspended… so we got sent home but have an early start tomorrow… 7.30.”
“Oh, that is an early start… I’ll make sure you’re up at six that should give you plenty of time to get yourself sorted.”
It didn’t sink in at that moment just what mum meant but said she’d rustle something up to eat if I wanted to get changed. I’m sure she didn’t know I was nursing a wet Tena but I was soaked to the skin from the constant downpour so possibly looked like a drowned rat.
“Thanks mum… you’re the best.”
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In my room I stripped off… everything was wet so everything would have to go straight into the laundry basket. I padded over to the bathroom where it’s kept and threw my damp stuff in. However, I was down to my soaked Tena wondering how to dispose of that when mum, carrying a pile of washing and other bits and pieces, came in and clocked me.
“Well, you weren’t wearing those this morning were you?”
I blushed and tried to hide myself behind my hands, which was silly as mum had seen me naked before, but it was the Tena I was trying to hide. I was suddenly mumbling but without saying anything.
“Look, here’s your clean stuff.” She looked over to the loaded basket. “I think I’d better put your other things on to wash.”
“Erm mum, can you soak my chinos please… I had a bit of an accident at work and, umm, wet them.”
“More storms uh?”
I nodded.
She mumbled something about the return of my old problem as she rummaged in the laundry basket.
“Are your underpants in here? You’d better let me have them as well.”
A sudden pang of guilt ran through my body and a spurt rushed into the already well-soaked Tena.
“Mmmm, no I left them at work… I was too embarrassed and…”
“Don’t say anything else Anthony but you shouldn’t leave stuff for others to clean up after you…. you know better than that.”
It was strange that even though I was working and eighteen, without meaning to, she could make me feel like a silly, inconsiderate little kid. Here was mother complaining of leaving stuff for others to clean up and yet she was still cleaning up after me.
“Sorry mum.”
She put her spare arm around me and pulled me in close and kissed the top of my head. I’m a sucker for a hug.
“Well, where did the Tena come from?”
I looked at her questioningly. “How did you know it was a Tena?”
“Believe me son, women know and put their faith in products like Tena. Once you’ve had kids they’re an indispensable part of the mother’s underwear draw.”
This made no sense to me and I didn’t want to take this discussion any further so, having taken the pile of ironed clothes from her, started to leave the bathroom to put them away when I got back to my bedroom.
Mum followed.
“Aren’t you going to tell me where you got the Tena from?” She was smiling but I detected she wanted to know and I knew better than to keep secrets.
“Er, my Boss, Mrs Dewhurst… saw I’d soaked my pants… the thunder.” I bashfully explained. “She offered this as something to help…”
“Well that was very nice and thoughtful of her… you’ll have to thank her… how about a box of chocolates or something?”
“Mummm, I don’t think it warrants that…” I felt the even stodgier material so perhaps her thoughtfulness had actually saved me further embarrassment on the bus.
Mum was flapping her finger and looking at the expanded Tena indicating I should give it to her.
“Look, I’ll get rid of that…” There was a soft ‘ping’ from downstairs “Ah, your tea’s ready so get some pants on and come down.”
Mum went and started wiping stuff down and tidying things up in the bathroom as I diligently put my freshly ironed clothes away, the embarrassment of only wearing the sopping Tena Pants Maxi, now of little concern.
I tentatively pulled it down and mum reappeared and tossed a towel at me. I didn’t need any further instruction as I passed her the mangled wet fabric.
“Oh, there are a couple of old pull-ups in a cardboard box at the back of our wardrobe I’ll go and fetch it. I think you should wear one of those for tonight.”
“What? When did you get them?” I asked incredulously.
“The last time… a couple of years ago now but we kept them just in case.”
I remembered I’d had a few weeks just before I started my job where on occasions I wet at night. Amazingly that seemed years and years ago but it was only two and I’d all but forgotten about that… though mum obviously hadn’t.
“Do I have to? I mean I’m…” I was whining like a three year-old.
She returned with a large box that, judging from the image on the front, once held an old computer screen.
“Look, dad and Jenny are watching TV and I think the last thing they’ll want is for you to have a sudden leak don’t you? You’ll be wearing one for bed so I don’t see what the problem is.”
She was being quite pushy about all this but I wasn’t sure it was that necessary. However, I should have worn something for work; though it honestly never occurred to me I would do what I did whilst in the office.
“Oh no problem,” I murmured under my breath, “I bet they don’t fit now… that was ages ago.”
The truth is I’ve only grown an inch since I was sixteen and my slim build just doesn’t get fat no matter how much I eat. I’m still just as slight as I’ve always been, perhaps since I started work my hair’s a bit tidier but that’s about it.
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It was dad who insisted I got a haircut for work. In just about all other things mum leads but he was adamant that I presented a mature and dignified look on my first day. Since being a kid I’d always had thick floppy hair that I quite liked but on this occasion dad was firm – Get Your Haircut.
He said the style made me still look like a schoolboy, which was all very well and good, but he wanted my new colleagues (his words) to take me seriously.
Anyway, I don’t argue with my parents and both mum and Jenny agreed with him so, I did what I was told. Now my hair’s much shorter and dad was pleased at the change. Anyway, there I was, all grown up… but about to return to my childhood pull-ups.
Mum was continuing her conversation.
“…well before you get all hoity-toity about what you think and don’t think just check and see… otherwise, you’ll have to wear a couple of my Tena Lady’s tonight instead.”
I looked apprehensively at her.
“Well you did look fetching in one.” She teased.
I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not but took the cardboard box and peered in. I was surprised to see it not only held a large batch of pull-ups but various bottles, creams and assorted other bits and bats.
I grasped one folded package and it looked far too small. However, once I’d flapped it out and slid it up my legs it felt tight but extremely comfortable hugging my bits and pieces. Not unlike Mrs Dewhurst’s Tena pants the padding was subtle and hardly noticeable… I suppose until wet.
I’d worn nappies and pull-ups on a few occasions over the years yet approached this as if it was a new experience. I put that down to the fact that I regarded myself at eighteen an adult, before I’d only been a kid, and, the last time I’d needed such night time protection was over two years ago. I hadn’t had an accident since… well not one that anyone knew about.
Like always I slipped on a pair of shorts and tee-shirt, my favourite way to dress, and met mum in the kitchen but not until I’d said my hellos to dad and Jenny.
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We were all sat around watching ‘Line of Duty’ when the credits rolled.
“Don’t forget you’ve got an early start tomorrow… and I suspect you didn’t sleep particularly well last night so how about an early night for you?”
I could quite easily have fallen asleep in the chair; the padding of the pull-up was quite comforting under my shorts.
To be honest I was quite tired watching TV as my eyes had been drooping. So mum was probably right… I needed to get a good night’s sleep.
Both dad and Jenny had noticed the lightning tree out back and I told them I’d witnessed the strike. Both seemed impressed and although I enthused about its spectacular nature I didn’t go into too much detail about the wet floor… or the wet work pants as a result. However, talking about it had sent another one of those strange ripples through my body so thought it was definitely time for bed.
As is our family practice I went around and kissed them all goodnight. It was something we’d always done and even at eighteen didn’t see why I should stop. It was a nice way of ending the day.
“I’ll be up in minute.” Mum murmured as I slipped in to kiss her cheek.
“It’s OK I’m fine…” I sleepily mumbled back.
“Sweetheart… you’re wet.” She whispered.
It was only then I noticed that the front of my shorts had become semi-opaque and the swelled pull-up, with the colourful skateboarder motif, could quite easily be seen under it. I hadn’t known that had happened.
“Ohhh.”
I hurried up to my room hopeful that dad and Jenny hadn’t noticed though it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they had… as it wouldn’t have been the first time.
I took the stairs two at a time and with each step could feel the enlarged soaked pull-up rubbing against my crotch. I stood staring in the mirror at my shorts and for a brief moment I stumbled back in time to when I was about seven and had a similar ‘accident’. At that age I was stunned at how much liquid a pull-up could contain and yet didn’t feel wet.
I had no idea why my body was reacting and doing what it did but that strange tingle should have been a clue.
“Don’t worry love… it might have been all that talk about the lightning strike.” Mum was at my door exactly the same way as when I was younger gently soothing my awkwardness. “Let’s get these off,” she said tugging at my shorts, “and you into something a bit more fitting.”
I was a bit embarrassed but looked over at the box as if it contained the answer to several problems and noticed more pull-ups waiting to be used.
I tried to stop mum faffing.
“Mum I can do it I’m not a child.” I said it with more assertiveness than I meant.
“I’m sure you’re right but, you’re my little boy and at the moment I think you need a mother’s care and attention so…”
I’m not sure if all mums are the same but when mine gets something in her head there’s no stopping her – ignoring any protests and simply getting on with it.
My shorts and wet pull-up were down and mum had me naked as she looked in the box.
“Now, what do we have in here?”
Whilst doing that she also passed me the towel from earlier, which was conveniently still hung over the bottom of my bed. I automatically began to wipe the area and then wrap it around my waist as she picked stuff out.
At the bottom of the box she found a couple of large folded white squares of fabric.
“Ah, mmm, yes these might be useful.”
I watched in fascination but wasn’t keen on having to wear a nappy. I kept quiet because I didn’t want to give her ideas.
“Probably not, you’re older now so I can see that… hmmm… these look like they might not fit so perhaps… hmmm… erm… tonight… we can double the pull-ups hmmm?”
She looked at me for a response.
“I’m not sure I can get two pull-ups over each other they’re a bit tight.
“Well,” mum offered, “let’s get you into a dry one first and then think about it. You get off to the bathroom and clean up first.”
I did as directed, giving myself a damn good wipe with the very cloths I’d used the night before to wipe up the puddle. I left the wet pull-up and damp shorts on the floor by the laundry bin for mum to sort out like she always did. Returning to my room she’d disappeared but returned shortly with a few things in her hand.
“Right, first things first, have you got a pull-up on?”
I shook my head.
“Well then do that now.”
A couple I’d inspected earlier were laid out on the bed so, without removing my towel slipped one up my legs. Mum noticed the extra lotions in the box and had another thought.
“Wait, wait. Before you do I think we need to give your tender boy parts,” she smiled knowingly, “a bit more protection.”
Squeezing a huge dollop into the palm of her hand she yanked away my modesty towel and, with the pull-up around my ankles, immediately started to spread the stuff all around my privates and bum cheeks.
“Mummm.” I complained about being treated like a child.
“Stop your squirming.”
Being eighteen obviously meant nothing to her as she thoroughly applied the creamy lotion and then watched as I finished sliding into a fresh pull-up. God it was like first day of school all over again but I kept silent.
“OK, yes, they do look a little tight but, if you put this over it,” she showed me one of her Tena Lady pads, “and then add these,” she held up a pair of plastic pants. “You should see the night through.”
“Mummm.” I was so shocked I didn’t even ask her where the plastic pants came from.
“Look, we both know that this peeing isn’t just going to stop, and even more so if there’s another storm tonight, so let’s just be ready and I’ll organise something better in future. I’ve already checked the waterproof mattress protector is fitted correctly…. so basically… you’re ready to go.”
For a moment I was a bit confused as I didn’t know if she expected me to wet there and then.
“But mum… I can’t wear… I mean…”
“Just put them on and complain tomorrow if you wake up to a wet bed… otherwise…”
I knew there’d be no argument and I suppose I was glad she’d come up with some kind of solution but I felt strangely trapped in all this stuff and wondered if I’d ever get to sleep.
Despite moments of slight discomfort the padding did make me feel fairly safe. After those initial doubts sleep came fairly quickly and, as far as I know, we had a storm-less night.
However, come the morning and the plastic pants had slipped down my legs and I’d leaked a little bit onto my sheets. So, it looked like I was back needing extra protection on a night and I wondered how long it would last this time.
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Mum was disappointed that her double pull-up hadn’t worked and decided that the plastic pants were too thin and loose to make any real difference. Anyway, she didn’t get in the least bit impatient because, as she justified: “We were just trying things out.”
“Sorry mum, but there’s a bit more washing.”
She just waggled her head. “”Comme-ci comme ça”.
I wasn’t sure what was meant but then she looked at the clock and said “If you’d been going into work at the normal time I’d have come into town with you but no shops will be open this early… so I’ll go in later.”
I just shrugged and checked out a darker pair of trousers mum had pressed and hung up for work, which was a shame with it being such a sunny day. With these trousers I always think a shirt and tie are needed instead of just a polo shirt. That was what I liked about the chinos, casual but smart, they were summery and made me look a little less formal around the office.
Had it been allowed I would have opted for shorts and a polo shirt and although it was my preferred way to dress, no one else in the office wore shorts to work.
Anyway, after the night I’d had it seemed more appropriate to wear pull-ups instead of my normal briefs ‘just in case’. Wetting in the office hopefully had been a one off but didn’t want to repeat that experience so this extra bit of protection was an added boost to my confidence.
Mum checked by smoothing the material down. “Hmmm, I hope this will be sufficient.”
I nodded. I was getting used to mum treating me like a schoolboy and checking I’d got all the right things for class… except I am eighteen so quit it mother. I may have thought it but I wouldn’t say it. I hate confrontation even at such a basic level.
She told me to pack a couple of spares. I debated with myself about anyone seeing them but thought I doubted anyone would even notice or be that bothered. Maybe that was wishful thinking but going on how unconcerned Mrs Dewhurst was I anticipated the rest of the team would be of a similar mind.
It was 6.35 and mum and I sat at breakfast together. Jenny was still in bed as school was a good two hours away for her and dad had already left for his job.
“Mum, have you ever heard of biometeorology?”
She looked curiously at me.
“I have, it’s something your father and I looked into a couple of years back. Why do you ask?”
“Well, it was something Mrs Dewhurst said about her daughter… that she suffers when a thunderstorm comes and she has to take precautions.”
“Really, well Mrs Dewhurst sounds like a very knowledgeable woman.”
“She’s great and as I mentioned before very supportive of her staff…”
“She must be if she gives out her Tena to one and all.” She smiled cheekily at her joke.
“So,” I grinned back to let her know I knew she was joking, “what do you know about it?”
“Well… biometeorology tells us that the weather can cause people to suffer from various ailments; migraines, blocked noses, weepy eyes, sleep problems, asthma… all kinds of stuff and some can be quite debilitating.”
“But I’m not incapacitated… I mean I’m eighteen so surely things like that shouldn’t affect me”
“Yes and no. Look love, storms have affected you quite often throughout your life and we all assumed you’d grow out of it, or at least wouldn’t be so much of a problem. But last night was different… you witnessed a strike for the first time. It was all so close and you say you watched for over an hour. You were drawn to it. It’s not surprising it had some affect.”
I sat there thinking about what she’d said. I was also trying to remember the last time I had a wet night and that was over two years ago when I was about to start work. I don’t think there were any storms around then but perhaps there was and I just didn’t remember.
“So the storms are still causing my problem?”
“More than likely, although we haven’t found any similar reaction on the web. We have tried to find out sweetheart but have found nothing. I mean, loads of people are stressed by them, and it can drive people to extremes but perhaps you’re just wired differently and so… the effects are different.”
I nodded taking all this in but the bottom line was that yesterday, not only had I wet the bed but I’d also peed my pants at work and that wasn’t on.
Mum reached out and held my hand as I brought the mug of tea to my lips.
“Look sweetheart, do you realise you’re trembling now just talking about it?”
I hadn’t but suddenly became aware I was flooding my pull-up.
The End of An Old Problem – Chapter Two.
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