Dear Barbara Moore

I am a 16-year old girl and happy to say, a former bed wetter. Today, April 29, 1996, I graduate from the Enuresis Treatment Program. When asked to describe my life for people, I almost want to say medicinal. I have wet the bed for my entire life and have tried everything to stop. As a very independent child, I once thought I could stop it myself. When I found out I couldn’t, I stated seeing many, many, many doctors. I know there are people out there who believe that drugs can solve their bed wetting problem. They can’t. I’ve tried everything from Ditropan, a strong anti-depressant to DDAVP, a solution that was supposed to make me sleep lighter. All of the medicines I took in pill form either didn’t work or gave me serious stomach pain. I ended up throwing most of them out or flushing them down the toilet when my mother wasn’t looking. The DDAVP caused me to have more serious problems. It burned through my nasal passages, causing me to have severe nose bleeds and vomit blood. Another thing I tried was a bed alarm. The only thing that did was wake everybody in the house up every time someone sat on my bed. One of the last resorts I turned to, and probably the most embarrassing, was the senior-adults diaper, Depends. I wore them to sleep and then I wouldn’t have to worry about changing my sheets. It angered me a lot though, because several times on church and school trips, I was almost discovered. Kids would sneak into other kid’s rooms and trash their suitcases. I was always afraid they would find out my secret and laugh at me. Countless doctors after doctor told me the only thing I could do was wait. “She’ll grow out of it”, they said. Sixteen years later I think I would still be wetting every night if it wasn’t for Barbara. When I came into her office, I was sullen and scared. Every other doctor I had ever seen had told me it was hopeless. I didn’t need to hear it again. Six months later, I am cured. I am now sleeping better (Enuresis is a sleeping disorder disease) and I have a higher self esteem. As I write this letter, I remember the hardships I had to go through to finally get cured. It is very tough for bed wetters. They feel all alone, ever though bed wetting is very common. I use to sit in my room at night and cry, because I thought I was the only one out there and I could never do anything about it. Now, I am no longer afraid to spend the night at anyone’s house and last week when I had a church retreat, I didn’t ever think about it. I thank Barbara, very, very, very much because she has saved me. To all those thinking about another alternative to stopping bed wetting, don’t. There isn’t one. I wish you luck Barbara. Thank you so very much for helping me and everybody else. I hope you are able to continue for a long time.

Sincerely and thankfully,

Elizabeth, 16 year old girl