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.
I felt helpless. The whispers of relatives and neighbors added to my worry, even though they had no idea what he was going through. Some suggested I was neglectful, others blamed him for not being disciplined enough.
But I knew it was not his fault something deeper was at play, something I could not fix alone. One afternoon, I spoke to a friend who suggested I contact Doctor known for helping with mysterious problems that ordinary medicine could not solve. At first, I hesitated
