Raymond Waldhal, 25: Longtime Sufferer of Fateor Paruresis

Raymond Waldhal, born in 1981 in Grand Rapids, Michigan, was a man much like any other, or would have been, if not for one factor: his crippling lifetime struggle with Fateor Paruresis. Paruresis, commonly known as "bashful bladder," is a familiar psychological syndrome wherein the victim cannot pee if being watched. Fateor Paruresis ("fateor" is Latin for reverse) is just the opposite.
Raised by his maternal grandmother Fran Mechling in nearby Holland, Michigan, Waldhal's problem became apparent only at age three, when Mechling finally realized that his need for her presence during potty training would not subside. Doctors at the Grand Rapids Institute for Mental Health were unable to cure Waldhal, and his grandmother was forced to watch the boy several times a day up until her death in 1998. This was usually done, Waldhal later recalled, through a window installed between the bathroom and master bedroom so that the ailing Mechling could stay in bed.
Cast out into the world, Waldhal found a home in Wormwood Hall at the University of Ohio, where he found that he could simply piss at a urinal with little trouble. However, when nobody was around, Waldhal would have to simply wait for a student to enter, then unzip his fly as if he had just arrived a moment earlier. In the middle of the night, Waldhal would shout, letting it echo down the tiled halls until somebody came to help. Seemingly casual as he emptied his bladder into the urinal, Waldhal would say he had heard nothing at all.
Although he stayed in a dorm all four years in college, Waldhal inevitably graduated and moved to an apartment in Washington, D.C. and got a job as an investment banker. But under this veneer of prosperity Waldhal's life was seeping into the gutter. First Waldhal would use the bathroom in the building's lobby, but this proved time-consuming. Next he would use the alley behind the building, just in sight of the street he lived on, Helms. However they rarely looked of their own accord and so Waldhal had to try more desperate measures.
He would run into crowded intersections wearing a ski mask and then pee, quickly, in the road, but he found himself traveling further and further from his home in order to avoid ultimate capture and arrest. Next he would hire prostitutes to stand in his bathroom and watch him go. The strain on his wallet as he adjusted to big city living was a serious one, and to compensate he began drinking less and less to prolong the gap between evacuations.
Finally he purchased a web cam and set up a website, known as Pete's Pisshole, where he would record himself urinating for the enjoyment of deviant internet fetishists. By studying the traffic read-out he could pee as soon as somebody was watching, and the money from advertisements was staggering. Waldhal began abusing diarrhetics and drinking gallons and gallons of water a day in order to please his fans, his only means at normalcy.
But the money came rolling in, more and more, and Waldhal was able to send for a mail-order bride from Russia, named Olga Petrenov. The two were married in July of 2003. For whatever reason Petrenov consented to her new husband's needs, and the two were very happy, said Waldhal in letters to his family.
Sadly tragedy struck last Wednesday when, on vacation, Waldhal apparently lost control of the yacht he and Petrenov had recently purchased and was marooned on a desert island; Petrenov was lost at sea. Without so much as a simple ape to observe him, Waldhal's bladder soon ruptured, and he died on the 7th, doctors said. Waldhal has no immediate survivors save his cocker spaniel, Shamu.