A AIR CADET RELIEF (True Story)
My name is Emily and I am 13 years old. I am a bed wetter and have only just started wetting last week due to some unfortunate events that occurred. I am going to tell you what happened. I am also a air cadet and I go on a Monday and a Thursday. I will say the story As if it was a diary entry.
Last week:
I woke up early today. It was the usual Monday morning. Make breakfast, get moaned at by mom and dad, get packed lunch and books, get ignored, get kicked out for the day. Just a usual day.
I had sports today and it was torture. (main part). I fell over and landed in a awkward angle on my ankle. It really hurt. My sports teacher (because she doesn't like me) told me to get up and carry on with the activity which was a sprint race.
My friend then slipped over and grazed her knee and being the drama queen and the teacher let that she is, she complained and went to the nurses office while I am crying in pain and lying on the floor. My sport teacher said that I had to get up otherwise she would phone my parents. And that would be disastrous.
After sports I only had one lesson left. It was drama. I hate drama anyway but even worse with your ankle us sore. I didn't learn my lines and trust me, I couldn't stand anyway! After drama I was giving 0 in my exam and told to get involved.
My sports teacher had unfortunately called my parents because I was 'faking and being lazy'. I got home as usual and cooked dinner for myself. Mom got back at 6 and shouted at me for a hour until I went to air cadets. I went to air cadets at 7 and just made it on time. (Starts at 7:15).
In our squadron we have sections in each flight and so if you have a problem you go to your section leader. My section leader is a really nice Corporal. She always makes sure I'm ok (considering that I'm the smallest). She noticed something was upsetting me and she asked me but I just said I was fine. I didn't want to have to involve everything.
Then we were asked to do drill and the Corporals were doing it. Suddenly my ankle got way too much for me to handle and I just collapsed. I was still conscious though. They took me into the Corporal room because the staff were having a inspection and a test to check they are not pedophiles and that stuff.
At my air cadets you can do first aid and luckily the Corporals could do it. Looked at my ankle and it was extremely swollen. They rung an ambulance but my biggest fear was my parents. I just passed out due to stress.
I woke up and heard the nice Corporal and a member of staff talking about me saying that I am faking and that I'm a bad person (from my parents). I promptly wake up and the staff tell me that my parents have been told and are going to pick me up in 30 minutes. I remember feeling petrified. I must have been shaking because the Corporal said 'are you cold?".
The NHS ambulance never came because it was so busy and we had first aiders anyway. The Corporal then gave me her phone number (considering she was worried about me because of how scared I was when my parents were mentioned) and then my parents came and picked me up.
The next morning my foot was worse and my parents were mad at me and were shouting at me stuff I don't even want to think about. I just walked out to go to school. School was torture and I don't even want to think about it. Every night I wet the bed due to stress and my parents were now making me sleep on the floor.
On Thursday at air cadets I was practically in tears when I arrived. My parents had said some stuff that no child ever wants to hear from their parents or even anyone. When I got inside it was clear I was about to cry and the nice Corporal came and made sure I was ok.
She took me into the Corporal room again and helped me calm down and then I told her what had happened. You should have seen her face. It was a cross between angry, depressed, upset, concerned, sympathies and more. She looked at my ankle again and it had gotten worse and almost unbearable to walk on but I was kind of getting used to it.
All the nice Corporal said to me was "everything is going to be ok". Then she rung the police and ambulance. (It came this time). The Corporal came with me to the hospital and the police station. I ended up with a bright green cast and crutches and a social worker at the end of the day.
When my parents came to talk at the police station they were fuming. They have kicked me out and I am staying with my Corporal until further notice because her mom was a old foster carer. From these events I now wet the bed every night.
Just remember that if you see someone sad, make sure you find out what's wrong. Because sometimes the problem is worse than what you think.
Written By: Emily
Last week:
I woke up early today. It was the usual Monday morning. Make breakfast, get moaned at by mom and dad, get packed lunch and books, get ignored, get kicked out for the day. Just a usual day.
I had sports today and it was torture. (main part). I fell over and landed in a awkward angle on my ankle. It really hurt. My sports teacher (because she doesn't like me) told me to get up and carry on with the activity which was a sprint race.
My friend then slipped over and grazed her knee and being the drama queen and the teacher let that she is, she complained and went to the nurses office while I am crying in pain and lying on the floor. My sport teacher said that I had to get up otherwise she would phone my parents. And that would be disastrous.
After sports I only had one lesson left. It was drama. I hate drama anyway but even worse with your ankle us sore. I didn't learn my lines and trust me, I couldn't stand anyway! After drama I was giving 0 in my exam and told to get involved.
My sports teacher had unfortunately called my parents because I was 'faking and being lazy'. I got home as usual and cooked dinner for myself. Mom got back at 6 and shouted at me for a hour until I went to air cadets. I went to air cadets at 7 and just made it on time. (Starts at 7:15).
In our squadron we have sections in each flight and so if you have a problem you go to your section leader. My section leader is a really nice Corporal. She always makes sure I'm ok (considering that I'm the smallest). She noticed something was upsetting me and she asked me but I just said I was fine. I didn't want to have to involve everything.
Then we were asked to do drill and the Corporals were doing it. Suddenly my ankle got way too much for me to handle and I just collapsed. I was still conscious though. They took me into the Corporal room because the staff were having a inspection and a test to check they are not pedophiles and that stuff.
At my air cadets you can do first aid and luckily the Corporals could do it. Looked at my ankle and it was extremely swollen. They rung an ambulance but my biggest fear was my parents. I just passed out due to stress.
I woke up and heard the nice Corporal and a member of staff talking about me saying that I am faking and that I'm a bad person (from my parents). I promptly wake up and the staff tell me that my parents have been told and are going to pick me up in 30 minutes. I remember feeling petrified. I must have been shaking because the Corporal said 'are you cold?".
The NHS ambulance never came because it was so busy and we had first aiders anyway. The Corporal then gave me her phone number (considering she was worried about me because of how scared I was when my parents were mentioned) and then my parents came and picked me up.
The next morning my foot was worse and my parents were mad at me and were shouting at me stuff I don't even want to think about. I just walked out to go to school. School was torture and I don't even want to think about it. Every night I wet the bed due to stress and my parents were now making me sleep on the floor.
On Thursday at air cadets I was practically in tears when I arrived. My parents had said some stuff that no child ever wants to hear from their parents or even anyone. When I got inside it was clear I was about to cry and the nice Corporal came and made sure I was ok.
She took me into the Corporal room again and helped me calm down and then I told her what had happened. You should have seen her face. It was a cross between angry, depressed, upset, concerned, sympathies and more. She looked at my ankle again and it had gotten worse and almost unbearable to walk on but I was kind of getting used to it.
All the nice Corporal said to me was "everything is going to be ok". Then she rung the police and ambulance. (It came this time). The Corporal came with me to the hospital and the police station. I ended up with a bright green cast and crutches and a social worker at the end of the day.
When my parents came to talk at the police station they were fuming. They have kicked me out and I am staying with my Corporal until further notice because her mom was a old foster carer. From these events I now wet the bed every night.
Just remember that if you see someone sad, make sure you find out what's wrong. Because sometimes the problem is worse than what you think.
Written By: Emily