Desperate Mother in Machakos Seeks Secret Help After Teenage Son Keeps Wetting the Bed

For months, I had been living in quiet despair. My teenage son, who should have been confident and proud, struggled with something most people his age had long outgrown bedwetting.

Every morning, I found myself washing sheets, apologizing silently to him, and wondering what was wrong. He tried to hide it, but the shame in his eyes was unmistakable. I knew I had to help him, but no doctor, no medicine, seemed to provide a permanent solution.…CONTINUE READING