I’ve been peeing on myself my whole life. Sometimes it doesn’t bother me, sometimes it’s the most annoying part of my disability, and I can’t tell which it’s going to be until it happens.

It’s hard to have a problem that society only views one way. To know that because of things I can’t control there’s always going to be some people that don’t see me as an adult, and I can’t change that.

I’ve been asked periodically about whether I would still be disabled, if I had any choice in it. And the truth is, I don’t know. My disability is a massive part of my existence and I don’t know who I would be without it. But one thing I know for sure is that I wouldn’t be incontinent if I had a say it in.

It’s not even the physical aspects that put me off here, though they’re not great. It’s the emotional and social aspects of incomtinence that are the hardest.

If you’re wondering what prompted this post, I’ve peed on myself today. I’m saying it on here, not only to make myself feel better, but also as a reminder that it happens and it’s okay.