‘Utter horror and repulsion tore through me’ Smuggling her bed linen into the washing basket, my daughter Rachel, 10, looked embarrassed.
‘I spilled a drink,’ she mumbled.
But it was the fifth time that week I’d washed her sheets.
And as I bundled them into the machine, I smelled urine.
She’s wetting the bed, I realised.
She’d not done that since she was a toddler.
Alarmed, I sat Rachel down.
‘Are you being bullied? Is something worrying you?’ I asked.
‘No,’ she snapped.
I took her to the doctor’s, but tests came back clear.
Still, Rachel was normally a happy girl, and now she’d become snappy, angry.
‘I wish you’d never been born,’ she’d scream at her little sister Katie, 5.
Her stepdad Dan and I were beside ourselves.
Then,…
