I wet the bed again last nite. I don't know what changed, but I'm not upset. I came to the conclusion that, I opened a door when I started dealing with my csa a few weeks ago. Now the memories are coming through the door a little at a time, along with little tommy. Wetting my bed is a sort of prop to hold that door open until it's ready to be closed. I'm ok with that. And I feel a better about wearing diapers to bed, which I'm going to do now. I'm Tommy, and I'm a bedwetter.
Inside all of us there's a wild thing.
-My favorite book.