Dalrymple has started this pressure group, though
against whom we have a grievance or could pressurise or, even better, sue for compensation is not obvious.
He wet the bed at night until comparatively late in childhood.
I remember the humiliation of it, the horrible feeling of the protective plastic or rubber sheet used to protect the mattress, my frantic attempts to dry the linen sheet before anyone noticed the following morning, by waving it in the air or placing it on a heater in the middle of the night, though this deception was in vain because, even if dried, the sheet bore the stigmata of my weakness or wickedness.
Dalrymple says that only onetime bedwetters
can imagine the misery of this condition when it carries on much later than it should. This misery is one of the my most vivid memories of childhood and, though I do not often do so, I can easily recall it to mind.
