Chapter 2- Being Humiliated In the Park
My life didn’t get any better living with my aunt and uncle. I was now
fourteen years old and still being treated like a toddler. The
daughter, on the other hand was now five years old, and was treated
normal. She was attended school and doing things a normal five-year-old
does. I, on the other hand, was attending a special school. She managed
to get around the authorities about my behavior problems, and they
placed me in a school with a lot of disability kids .The age of these
children ranged from five to eighteen years old. I was one of five
children out of twenty five kids still in nappies. This humiliated me
because the other four kids were under five. At dinner times we would
have our dinner separate to the rest of the school, because we at to go
to a separate building to be changed. Then at 3:00pm every day we would
be taken home in a special bus, where my aunt would be waiting for me.
The first thing she would do would be to check my nappy then I would
have to have my reigns on. She would then make me get into the playpen
where she would strap me in. Then I was given my daily milk drink,
always out of a baby bottle. And I was made to do this every day while
she picked her daughter up from school.
One weekend I got so frustrated with my lifestyle I threw a big
tantrum. I threw things around the house. I was swearing at my aunt and
uncle. I just couldn’t understand it. The daughter was going out to
play. They took her to dancing lessons and I demanded I wanted to go
out and mix with kids my age. I pleaded with them to let me do this. I
missed the love of my life—football (soccer). All I wanted to do was
have a kick around with kids my age. This didn’t go down well with
either of them. My uncle grabbed me by the wrists and put me straight
across his lap, he then removed my nappy, and made me suck a dummy,
then he gave me a good spanking for some time.
They left me in my cot for some time to calm down. I just didn’t know
how much more I could take. Soon after she came up to me and said, “I’m
going to get you ready and take you to the local park. I’ll take you
down in your buggy and because it’s a nice day you will only be dressed
in your nappy and t shirt.”
Again I protested, but she was not having it. So she got me ready but
this time I normally wear disposable nappies, but she said, “From now
on I’m putting you back in terry nappies and plastic pants.” I felt so
humiliated as she put these on me. I was then made to get into the
buggy where I was strapped in. We proceeded down the road to the park.
Luckily it was a quiet village we lived in, and strangely enough, not
many people turned there heads at the sight of a fourteen-year-old
dressed in a nappy.
We arrived at the park and made our way down to the lake.
“This will do nicely,” she said. “We shall stay here for a while and
I’ll just read my book.”
I was getting very bored just sitting in my buggy when I noticed boys
about my age playing football. I asked her if she could turn the buggy
around so I could watch them play. To my amazement she did. I was
enjoying watching them kick around when suddenly the ball was kicked
into our direction. I couldn’t believe it, the ball landed right by my
aunt. One of the lads started to run over to us to get his ball. This
was terrible for me. He was about my age and now he’s going to see me
dressed in nappies.
He came over picked his ball up, then started to look in my direction.
He looked at my aunt and said, “How old is that boy?” She said,
“fourteen years old, how old are you?”
“Thirteen,” he replied. “Why is he wearing a nappy and in a pushchair?”
She told him that I had been very naughty in the past and this way she
could control me. To my astonishment he looked as though he felt sorry
for me.
He then asked my aunt if I could play with him and his mates for a
while. She agreed, but only for half an hour because of my bedtime. The
lad said, “It’s only three o’ clock.”
She said, “But I like him ready for bed early.”
She got me out of the buggy and I went of with this lad to meet his
other two friends. I still felt ridiculous. All I had on was a nappy,
plastic pants and a T-shirt .His other two mates came over two meet us.
He then introduced me to his mates and said I was allowed to play
football with them for a while. His one mate was speechless. He kept
staring at me.
“How old are you, mate?”
I said, “fourteen.”
“You’re a bit old to be in nappies, aren’t you?”
It’s a long story, so I told them what had happened, and they couldn’t
believe it. We never got to play football; we just talked. This one lad
wanted to know everything:
“Do you change yourself?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I have everything done for me.”
“What time are you in bed then?”
“About seven o’ clock/”
“That’s terrible,” he said.
“What time do you lot go to bed then?” I asked.
He replied, “Well, put it this way. We are just going out then, and we
go to bed when we feel like it.”
Just then my aunt came over to me and said, “it’s time to go now.” She
put me back in my buggy and strapped me in. Just then the one lad asked
my aunt if I could go out with them on, because there was a disco at
the youth center. I started to get excited about this. “Then she said,
“no way. When he is older then yes, he can go to discos, but at this
moment, no way.”
The lads said their farewells and I never saw them again. Anytime we
went out she kept me in the toddler’s area. And I lived this life until
I was eighteen.