My Two Boys  
By. Christy
 
	As much as I hate disclaimers, they are necessary these 
days so here we go. This story is about two young boys 
(7,15) who are babied by their mother. This is a true story. 
Feel free to copy and distribute this story, but please do 
not alter it in any way.  

Introduction  

	Mike is 15 years old, and he is my son, this is his 
story, and also the story of his adopted brother. Tommy my 7 
year old adopted son comes into the story a little later, 
and I will try to write and post this story and all of it's 
parts as fast as possible, but I can't guarantee the speed 
of posting, since I do have two and sometimes three boys to 
take care of.  

Chapter One -Untitled  

	Mike or Mikey as he prefers to be called was ten when 
his father started abusing him both physically and sexually. 
I was working two jobs at the time, and had no idea what was 
going on until one night when Mike was twelve and he finally 
came to me and told me that his father "HURT" him, he didn't 
say anything, but he didn't have to. Mikey ran to his room 
after telling me climbed into bed and cried. I tried to calm 
him down, but he was to upset, two and a half years of pain 
and suffering overwhelmed him, and he couldn't handle it. 
	I called the police and when they arrived they wanted 
to talk to Mikey, but he wanted no part of the conversation, 
there were three officers in the room and two paramedics and 
myself. Mikey said nothing and just laid there sucking his 
thumb. After four or five attempts to talk to Mike the 
officers gave up and let the paramedics take over. Mike was 
carted off to the hospital, and I followed a few minutes 
behind, after I collected some clothes for Mike as his pants 
were currently wet. 
	 It was determined that Mikey was suffering from POST 
TRAMATIC STRESS DISORDER and had basically shut himself down 
while he tried to work out everything running through his 
head. I got Mike dressed and an orderly wheeled him out to 
my car. When we got home, I carried him into the house and 
put him in his bed. He was still sucking his thumb and by 
that time had wet himself again. I had to do something to 
help my little boy.  

Chapter Two - My baby boy  

	Determined to keep Mikey out of the hospital, and keep 
him at home where he belonged I was forced to put Mike back 
in diapers, and since he would not get up or talk I had to 
feed him with a baby bottle that replaced his thumb during 
his feedings, and when finished his thumb went right back in 
his mouth.  
	Every morning I would go into his bedroom and sit on 
the edge of the bed, just talking to him, hoping that today 
would be the day he wakes up. Finding that today was not the 
day again, I hugged him and spoke softly to my little boy, 
just to let him know that I love him, and would like him to 
get better as soon as possible 
	When I was done talking to my baby, I removed his 
pajama bottoms and then untaped his wet diaper. Folding the 
diaper into itself and taping it shut, I tossed it in the 
trash can, and proceeded to wipe his diaper area clean. I 
wanted my boy to be as comfortable as possible so I always 
made sure I cleaned him thoroughly front and back. Next I 
slid a clean diaper under his bum. I squeezed a good amount 
of Desatin in my hand and spread it on his genitals rubbing 
it in all over to protect against rash, followed by a light 
sprinkling of baby powder. Pulling the diaper up between his 
legs and taping it shut, I leaned down and kissed him on the 
forehead, and then got up to get him some clean pajamas. 
Returning I pulled the bottom of his pajamas set up his legs 
and over his diaper. Then lifting him up I removed hid 
pajamas top and replaced it with the matching top. 
	I covered him up with the blankets kissed him again, 
and left the room taking his dirty pajamas with me. I 
returned only a few minutes later with his morning bottle. 
He was fed PEDIASURE a nutritional beverage for older 
children to keep him healthy while he wasn't eating solid 
food. I put the nipple of the bottle in his mouth, and 
placed one of his hands on the bottle. Without opening his 
eyes, he squeezed the bottle and began to suck on it 
lightly. I sat and watched him for a while, amazed at the 
sight of my twelve year old boy, sucking his bottle of 
formula, and prayed for his recovery.  
	On an average day Mikey would need four wet diapers 
changed and one or sometimes two messy diapers changed. 
Every night around 830 PM I would change him for the last 
time of the day, and give him a bath with a washcloth and 
warm soapy water. Then I would put a diaper on him, and put 
his PJ's back on, and cover him up for the night. 
	This continued for a little over two months, until one 
morning........  

Chapter Three - Awakenings  

	One morning I went in to change my boy for the morning, 
and as always I sat on the edge of the bed and said good 
morning, I was frozen when I saw his eye lids start to 
flutter and then open, and my little boy removed his thumb 
from his mouth and said "morning mommy" It took me a minute 
to realize I wasn't dreaming and then I grabbed my boy 
pulling him into my lap and hugged him as tight as I could.  
	When I let go of Mikey he laid back down, and started 
asking questions. How did I get home? I suddenly realized 
that he obviously didn't remember anything from the last two 
months, and the last thing he did remember was being at the 
hospital. I explained that he had been asleep for two 
months, and that he was going to be okay now. 
	I started to change him, and when I went to put a 
diaper on him, he asked.... "Why do I have to wear that, I 
only pee at night"  
	I had gotten in the habit of diapering him over the 
past two months and was simply running on instinct, Mike had 
always worn diapers to bed since he had wet the bed every 
night of his life. I apologized for forgetting, and got him 
a pair of his WWF underpants to wear. I helped him pick out 
his clothes to wear and we went to watch television and eat 
breakfast. For the first time in two months he would be 
eating real food, and walking and talking, and wearing big 
boy clothes, I was so happy and proud of my little man who 
had finally come back to me.  
	Over the next two years things were pretty normal 
around the house, Mike still wet every night, and 
occasionally had daytime accidents if he got upset or 
scared, he returned to school and was getting straight A's 
in all his classes, and made a few friends, but his best 
friend was Dennis who he had been friends with since he was 
6, Dennis was a little confused about what had happened to 
mike for two months, but he didn't care he had his best 
friend back.  

CHAPTER FOUR  BedWetting Help?  

CHAPTER IS MISSING

	  
CHAPTER FIVE 

	Daddy's back  (RING) (RING) "Hello" mike asked picking 
up the phone, Mike wasn't supposed to answer the phone when 
I wasn't home but he usually did anyway. 
	Mike got upset and wet himself when he realized that it 
was his father on the phone. He couldn't speak, and couldn't 
think to hang up the phone, he dropped to the floor and 
grabbed his wet knees.  
	When I got to home, I found him sitting against the 
kitchen wall, wet and crying, the phone still to his ear. I 
grabbed the phone, but as soon as I spoke the person on the 
line hung up the phone. Mikey told me it was his father but 
didn't tell me what had been said. I helped Mikey to his 
room and changed his wet pants and underpants. Mike was 
fourteen now, as was more than capable of changing his own 
clothes, but he was to upset to care right now, and just 
laid on the bed and let his mommy help him. 
	"Mikey, I want you to lay down and take a nap and try 
to calm down, so I am going to put a diaper on you, so you 
don't pee the bed, Okay honey?" 
	Mikey didn't say anything, but shook his head yes, and 
when he was wearing only a diaper and T-shirt he held his 
blanket tight and sucked his thumb until he fell asleep. 
Okay Mikey is way to old to be sucking his thumb and 
sleeping with his baby blanket, but it makes him feel good, 
and after all he has been through, I couldn't stand to take 
it away from him. On the many nights he had bad nightmares 
and couldn't do anything but cry, he held his blanket and 
sucked his thumb for security, and I knew he needed to do 
that, so I didn't say anything. Besides I thought he looked 
cute my little boy (small for his age) wearing his didee and 
sucking his thumb with his baby blanket,. I felt bad for all 
his father had done to him, even though at the time I had no 
clue how much he had been put through.