When I was little* I wet the bed, like, ALL THE TIME. It was awful. And my parents tried everything they could think of to make it stop.
At one point, my mom started making me swallow a tablespoon of honey each night before bed. I have no idea why. But every night that I did this, I woke up dry. So she continued. I don't remember how long this went on, maybe a few weeks, but eventually we stopped.
And now, even though I know logically that I love honey, the thought of it makes my stomach churn with shame. Which sucks because MAN honey is so good.
*OK, until I was 12. TWELVE. OMG I know.