Does Electric Shock Cure Bed Wetting?

David Mike
Jul 24, 2017 · 5 min read

In my dream is a running stream that slips over and around smooth stones.

As it travels along it dumps into a river and begins to pick up speed, crashing into larger sharper rocks.

Large white caps appear as the water churns turbulently.

At this point, it’s course cannot be altered as it heads for a sheer drop.

As the rushing river spills over the edge and cascades into the pool below…

waking me with the realization that, I’d wet the bed again…


This was a common recurrence during my preadolescence…

Well okay, and some of my adolescence.

I was a DEEP sleeper, like ocean deep. Maybe Mariana trench deep…

My parents did not know what to do about it or how to fix it.

To make it worse, during my stint in second grade, I was afraid to go to the bathroom by myself.

Other kids seemed fine leaving the classroom, walking down that long dark hallway and then return seemingly unscathed. But, no I sat in my chair and held it until finally not being able to contain it anymore, I wet my pants right there on the wooden seat.

I clearly remember that while my classmates would play at recess, I stood with my back up to the wall of the the school building. It was too embarrassing to join in with wet pants.

No Billy Madison in my class to save me..

It got so bad that my teacher eventually had to send a note home to my parents informing them that,

I was removing the varnish from the chairs…


My parents probably thought I was wetting the bed on purpose.

They tried all sorts of things trying to get me to stop but none of them ever seemed to work. I constantly peed in my bed.

It seemed like diapers were the only protection for the sheets. I vividly remember my mom putting diapers on me before going to bed and I was not sleeping in a crib. It got to the point that, I could have been putting them on myself.


I remember watching a movie on TV, called The Loneliest Runner

Thirteen-year-old John Curtis raced home after school every single day, knowing that his mother hung his wet bed sheet out of his window. He had to get there and take it down before anyone from school walked by his house.

He ran so fast that eventually, he became an Olympic marathoner and won a gold medal.

This story made me feel like I wasn’t the only one who peed the bed. It really resonated with me. Thank goodness, my parents didn’t do anything like that.


When I was about 4th or 5th grade, my parents paid for a machine that was a sure thing, bed wetting cure.

It was designed to condition me to wake up when I had to pee.

The device had a large wire mesh rectangle mat, another mat made of teal rubber designed to keep the bed dry, that was attached under the mesh.

The wire mesh mat was attached, by a wire, to a large black box.

The box had a toggle switch, a red lamp that would illuminate and also an alarm that would sound when any liquid hit the wire mesh.

Before going to sleep, I was instructed to:

Drink a bunch of Kool-Aid. Did I just say drink the Kool-Aid?

Go to bed naked.

Wet the bed.

Cue Niagara Falls!

One drop of liquid and the crazy, loud annoying buzzer would go off with the red lamp staring at me saying,

“Go to the bathroom!”

This only took a few times and my body was conditioned and retrained to wake up, BEFORE I wet the bed.

Cured!


Where does electric shock come into the story?

At some point in our marriage, I told my wife about this childhood situation It’s possible that I didn’t give her all the details, or I mumbled when explaining it to her.

She would probably say the latter.

One day after coming home from work she said that she needed to gain some clarity on the story. One of her clients, at the hair salon, was unsure that any parent would actually use shock therapy on a child to control bed wetting.

She had it all wrong.

She thought my parents paid to have the pee shocked out me! This was of course not the case, since there was no shock involved.

It was just an alarm…..

Wait a minute! “You tell your clients that I peed the bed?!?!”

What embarrassing childhood situations have been revealed about you?


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David Mike is a Christ follower, husband, father, author and Cosmetology Instructor in Omaha, NE. David blogs to share humorous life events and also tell the story of the 3 years spent in the U.S. Army’s Prison, Ft. Leavenworth, sharing the message that we do not have to be defined by our past and that God can use our kind of mess for good.

To read David’s story, click the book title below.

Dishonor: One Soldier’s Journey from Desertion to Redemption


Originally published at dilemmamike.com

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