Does Anyone Deserve to be Punished This Way? Summary: At 12 years old I was a bully, And a trouble maker. And ended up been sent to a young offenders institute. Chapter 1 I lived with my dad, because my mom had died when I was 10 years old. We didn’t have a good relationship between us, and he was always having a go at each other. Many a night I would stay out with the older boys, and just mess about. That’s when I started to go bad; I had no respect for anyone or anything. I also got expelled from my school. Everything at the time was just getting to me, because I had another problem. I was finding very hard to come to terms with I still was wetting the bed. My aunt stayed with us once to look after my dad, and was shocked to find that I was still wetting myself. She tried hard to get me to wear a nappy for bed, but I was always abusive to her. The time came when I was to be punished for my crimes. The courts had told me I was to be sent to a young offenders institute for 6 months, and when I came out I would have to go and live with my aunty and her family. She came to see me in my prison cell before they took me away, and told me to enjoy the next six months, because when I go to live with her I will be living a life like a toddler. This scared me because I had no say in it. This had all been arranged through the courts. The six months passed and I was released. My aunt and uncle were there to take me to my new life with them. We arrived home after a long journey and they wasted no time at having a go at me. I was told that I had brought shame on the family and it was to stop from this moment. She told me she was going to make my life very unpleasant and humiliating for some time. I was then made to take all my clothes off and burn them. “No jeans or hooded tops will be worn in my house, because they are for older boys. We have bought you all new clothes, and because you are small for your age we managed to by clothes that fit 9-year-olds. Also we know you still wet yourself at night, so until the day comes when you go through the night dry, you will go back to wearing nappies 24/7.” I just could not believe what I was hearing, She wasted no time. She made me lie across her lap whilst she pinned a nappy on me and then put a pair of plastic pants over the nappy. I felt so humiliated, especially in front of her 3-year-old daughter. “You are now the baby of the family, because our daughter goes through the night dry. We have to show her that she is growing up now and not doing babyish things, so she is rewarded in having not to wear a nappy in the daytime. When you are dry through the night you will be rewarded the same, but until then you are the baby. These are the house rules set out for you from now on. If we have a wet nappy in the mornings you will stay in nappies all day. Drinks will be taken from a baby bottle, and at least one meal a day will consist of baby food. Television is forbidden after 5pm, and bedtime will be at 7.pm. The clothes you will be allowed to wear in the daytime will be just a nappy and T-shirt. If we take you out you will still wear your nappy and also short trousers only. Also we will be taken you around in a large buggy, and if you play up I will make sure that people know you still wear nappies.” She told me she was going to humiliate me, but I didn’t think it would be on this scale.
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.