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.