As I hurry along the spa’s corridors, I try to hold my breath: “Don’t cough again, don’t cough again!” I goad myself. My chest rises and I let out a wheeze, swiftly followed by a cough. I’m doubling over now, legs crossed. The bathroom’s not too far, I think and wheeze, and lunge towards its door with my body now in some kind of weird acrobatic contortion. Is it too late? 5 Erica Crompton struggles with stress incontinence — and wears adult diapers for protection.