Sick
Days and Diapers
by
Timmy
Summary: This fictional story is about Marc, who is 16 years-old and
becomes sick with the flu and ends up in diapers.
Sick Days and Diapers – Part One
Hi, my name is Marc and I’m 16
years-old. I live with my parents Mike & Joan and my brother Jared who is
just two years younger than me. I live a pretty normal life, attend high school
and have several friends, like most guys my age. I don’t have a
girlfriend...yet, I have friends that are girls, but none of them are anything
but friends to me. I’m not sure why I don’t have a girlfriend, but I know that
I don’t want to rush that part of my life. What happened over the next several
months to me will forever change my life.
After my bedding was changed
and I changed myself into a dry pair of boxer briefs, a pair of lounge pants
and a t-shirt. I sat down at the kitchen table to try to have a bit to eat. My
mother made me some toast and a glass or two of a breakfast drink full of
vitamins and other valuable nutrients. I kept my breakfast down and I was happy
for that. About one hour after breakfast I felt like I was going to get sick
and within a minute or so, my breakfast and anything else that was in my
stomach came up. I felt pretty miserable. My mom gave me some more medicine to
help with the stomach flu in which I decide to lie back down for a couple of
hours. Once I had lied back down, my mom was worried about that I was losing
weight and that I was sick for alittle longer than what she expected. She
called the doctor and made an appointment for later in the afternoon. I woke up
around
“That’s ok honey... I know
that you’re not trying to do this on purpose. Go and clean yourself and get
dressed, we’ll go early to the doctor and see what’s wrong” my mom told me. I
walked back to my room, soaking wet. I peeled off the wet mess that I was
wearing and decided to take a shower to rid myself of the urine smell that now
accompanied me. After my shower I felt better as I put on another pair of my
boxer briefs and pulled up a pair of jeans and took and t-shirt out and pulled
it over me and tucked them into my jeans. I was comfortable that I was dry once
again. Once dressed, I joined my mom and we drove to the doctor’s office which
was located in the clinic and hospital of our local city.
I registered for my
appointment and within a few minutes, both my mom and I were escorted to the
doctor’s office. The nurse took my heart rate, weighed me, took my blood
pressure, took my temperature and then asked me a few questions about my flu
like symptoms. I never said anything about that I had wet the bed twice or even
that I had wet my pants just an hour prior. It was my mom that told the nurse
about my wettings. I could just die when my mom told the nurse about it,
because I kinda felt like a little baby instead of the strong 16 year-old I
was. The nurse scribbled down the info, but never said anything to me or my
mom. Hopefully she didn’t think that I was a bedwetting dweeb or something on
that order.
The doctor walked into the
examining room and looked at my throat, looked into my ears then asked for a
blood test. He told me and my mom that flu was going around and it was possible
that I had it. When he then read that I had this flu like symptoms for about
three and half days and that I started having wetting accidents, he got
concerned. He asked me, If I was ever a bedwetter and I told him “no”. The doctor
explained that I should have been over this flu a day or so earlier but with
the recent bedwetting and daytime wetting, he thought that it would best if I
had an overnight stay in the hospital to check things out. My mom agreed with
the doctor and signed the necessary admission documents. Of course I didn’t
want to stay overnight in the hospital, but I thought it was probably best if I
take my mom and the doctors suggestion especially if they could find out why I
was wetting the bed and myself during the daytime.
As the necessary paperwork was
being prepared, I had another accident and this time it was right in front of
the doctor and nurse. I could just die...how many 16 year-old guys you know wet
their pants...so here I was in the examining room with very wet pants. The
nurse just said “Oh, dear... we better get you cleaned up before they take you
upstairs”. She left the room, where as the doctor handed me a clean dry
hospital scrubs and a pack of baby wipes to clean myself up. I had to walk into
the bathroom in front of the doctor and of course my mom with my wet pants
clinging to me. The doctor assured me that everything would be ok and not to
worry about my wettings as he thought it was just a side effect of the flu I
had.
After I had cleaned myself up
and put on the hospital scrubs, I felt alittle naked or like I was wearing
pajamas because I didn’t have any underwear on. Hopefully I won’t have any more
wetting accidents, as these scrubs won’t do anything to absorb any urine. The
nurse walked in carrying a regular hospital gown, and something white tucked
with the hospital gown. She proceed to place the hospital I
I pulled the pull-up on and
then put the hospital gown on. I walked back out of the bathroom and asked the
nurse if she had any regular underwear. She explained to me that it was best if
I wore something alittle more absorbent so if I had another accident. She was
right, but it felt weird having something a lot more thicker than my regular
boxers or the boxer briefs that I normally wore. My mom sensed my predicament
and assured me everything was going to ok. Once I was checked into the
hospital, a guy came into the room with a wheel chair to take me and my mom to
my room. As I sat down, I could hear a subtle crinkling sound that the pull-up
I was wearing made. I looked around at the hospital intern to see if he noticed
the crinkling sound coming from my padded bottom. He didn’t seem to notice or
possibly he was use to hearing and seeing all types of problems.
After I was in my bed, the
doctor came back and told me and my mom that several test were ordered and that
I was going to have a bladder scope to find out why I was wetting myself. He
told my mom that the test would probably take about three hours and that she
could go home and bring some stuff for me, like magazines and my game-boy. She
kissed me goodbye and told me that she would be back before I came back to my
room. After she left, the same intern came back with the wheel chair and took
me down to the OR. He had me stand up from the wheel chair and lie down on the
OR table. He took out some supplies that looked like some tubing and stuff then
proceeded to lift up my hospital gown, I started to stop him, as I didn’t want
him to see the pull-up I was wearing. He told me that he needed to prep me for
the bladder catheterization and bladder scope that was going to be
administered. He lifted up my hospital gown and said to me... “Well, let’s get
that wet diaper off from you.” First of all, I was completely caught off guard
that the intern called it a diaper and not the pull-up I was calling it.
Secondly I was surprised that my so-called “diaper” was wet and that I didn’t
even realize it. The intern ripped the sides of my wet pull-up and washed and
cleaned me up. I felt like a little baby having my pull-up or diaper removed
and cleaned up.
One of the nurse’s came in and
gave me some medicine that would make me sleepy and help me relax with the
tests that would be otherwise very uncomfortable. I remember the nurse starting
to insert the tubing up my penis, but after that I don’t recall too much. I
woke up several hours later in my hospital bed with both my parents and Jared
sitting in chairs next to my bed. My dad asked me how I felt and I told them I
was little queasy, alittle tired, but ok for the most part. We talked alittle
bit and then I had the feeling that I was going to throw up. My mom quickly
grabbed the puke bucket and placed it next to me. I took it and threw up some
clear liquid and as I was throwing up, I felt a warm sensation spreading around
my groin and buttocks. I felt miserable, throwing up and all and know it seemed
that I was wetting myself.
My mom called for the nurse
and after she helped me with the puke bucket and gave me some more medicine to
help with the queasiness. I felt alittle better once the shot kicked in; she
asked me if I needed a change. I really didn’t want to let her know that I wet
the bed, but for some reason the bedding didn’t seem to be wet or anything. I
then thought to myself that I was wearing a pull-up so as I placed my hand
under the sheets to feel how wet the pull-up was, I discovered that I wasn’t
wearing a pull-up that I had on earlier, but I felt smooth plastic wrapped
around my waist and it even crinkled as I touched it and to make matters worse
the garment I was wearing was soaked.
“Are you wet?” the nurse asked
me again. “Not here, Please!” as I pleaded to the nurse. “
My parents and Jared
re-entered my room after the nurse walked out. My parents explained to me that
I was going to have to stay in the hospital alittle longer than expected. I
didn’t even get out to ask why, when I fell fast asleep. Before I knew it was
morning and I felt like crap. There were tubes every where sticking out from
one of my arms with all types of fluids dripping into my arms. I was even
hooked up to some machines that were beeping. I wondered what the hell was
wrong with me and then I placed my free hand underneath the sheets only to
discover that I had a wet disposable diaper on. A male intern walked in, said
“Good morning, I’m glad to see you finally decided to wake up!” and then
grabbed another clean dry diaper and placed it on the bed and then proceeded to
change me. I was really embarrassed that I was having my diaper changed and
even more embarrassed that I was being changed by a young male intern. All he
said to me while changing my diaper was... “I bet you’ll feel a lot better with
a dry diaper on.” One other thing he did say, that was to comfort me was...
“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re not the only teenager here in the hospital to be
wearing diapers...there are lots of other guys your age having to wear these
things.” How could I not be embarrassed, I was in the hospital, 16 years-old
and wearing and wetting diapers like a little baby?
After my embarrassing diaper
change, breakfast was placed in my room. For the first time in about 24 hours,
I was going to eat. I later learned that I was in a coma for two straight days
and my parents were worried that I might not come out of it. I couldn’t believe
that I missed two whole days out of my life and I didn’t even know about it. I
was hungry and that’s a good thing since I hadn’t had an appetite in several
days or even that I haven’t had anything to eat in over two days so I was
anxious to eat something. An intern that brought in my breakfast place the tray
on the table that was rolled up next to me and he help me peel off the
protective coverings from the apple juice and fresh fruit. I devoured the fruit
and what little cereal I got. I quickly drank the apple juice and asked for
some more. While I was finishing my breakfast, my parents walked into my room
and greeted me with a bunch of balloons and a get-well card. I laughed at the
humorous card they bought me, which lifted my spirits.
In a short while a team of
doctors and interns came into my room to go over my prognosis. My main doctor
explained to me that I was one lucky guy. Apparently I just didn’t have the flu
as my parents had originally thought. I had caught or developed a very serious
virus that attacked my internal organs and the with the flu that I had that if
I didn’t come in when I did, I probably might have died. Although my prognosis
was elevated from serious to good condition, I still had quite a bit to go
through to get me back to my normal self. Most of the damage to my internal
organs, basically my kidney’s and intestines are on the bend, my bladder
although still needs some additional procedures to get my bladder back to
normal function. He further went on to explain that later this morning, I was
going to go back to the OR to have my system flushed out. They want all the
toxins and whatever is left of the virus out of my body. He explained that the
flushing should take about 24 hours and with that hopefully my bladder would
react to the flushing.
Within the hour, another
intern came in to give me a shot that would help with the discomfort of the
bladder irrigation. After he administered the shot, he helped into a wheel
chair and escorted me toward the OR. The doctor explained that I should be back
into my room in about 2 to 3 hours, depending on how fast my system reacts to
the flushing. Once in the OR, I was placed on the table, where they started to
prep me for the irrigation. The intern then uncovered me and proceeded to
un-tape my sodden disposable diaper. Frankly I was getting use to having my
diaper changed and I wasn’t all that embarrassed. The nurse explained to me
that I was going to hooked up to several IV’s and that I was going to be hooked
up a system that would flush out my intestines. She didn’t replace my wet
diaper with a clean dry one, but I was connected to a catheter. She also told
me that once the flushing was completed, I was going to have to drink about 24
ounces every hour on the hour. She also told me that because of the irrigation
and additional fluids, I would require something little more absorbent once I
got back into my room.
I really didn’t experience any
type of discomfort, but I did feel me peeing quite a bit. I’m kinda glad that she
removed the diaper I was wearing, as much as I was peeing; the diaper wouldn’t
have held this much. After about 2 hours, my procedure was finally over and I
was placed back into a disposable diaper. I was wheeled back into my room,
where that same male intern came in to give me my first 24 ounce liquid drink.
He told me to drink it all in which I did. I didn’t taste all that bad, it
kinda had a fruity taste. After I finished the drink, he asked me if the nurse
explained that I would have to wear something alittle more absorbent. I told
him yes, but just figured that I would have to wear a thicker disposable. He
walked to the supply cabinet and pulled out what appeared some soft looking
white cloth and some several other things I quite couldn’t make out.
He walked back toward me and
placed some cloth diapers, diaper pins, some baby powder and what appeared to
be a large pair of vinyl or plastic pants. I just stared at the babyish stuff
and said... “I can’t wear those, why can’t I wear what I was wearing before...
I’m not a baby!” He simply replied to me “Oh course, you’re not a baby, but
unfortunately disposables will leak on you because of the bladder irrigation
and the additional fluids you’ll have to drink, these cloth ones will keep you
dry on the outside.” “But...but, I don’t want to...” “It won’t be that bad...it
will be just for a day and then hopefully you’ll get control over your bladder,
but until then, you’ll have to wear these.” With that said, he pulled my gown
up and un-taped my wet disposable diaper. I didn’t even know that I was wet
especially when I was just changed an hour ago. After he cleaned me up, he
placed the really thick cloth diapers underneath me and positioned them to
apply the baby powder. “This will help prevent diaper rash” the intern told me
as he sprinkled the baby powder all over me and the diaper. He then pulled the
diapers between my legs and pinned them on each side with the diaper pins that
he had taken out of the supply cabinet. After my diapers were pinned on snuggly
he took the large plastic pants and pulled them up and over the thick diapers.
He told me that I was going to be changed about every two hours. I couldn’t
believe that I was going to have my diaper changed about 12 times. I just hoped
that no one that I knew other than my parents and brother would ever hear about
my need for diapers in the hospital and I further thought that I was not going
to have to wear diapers anymore once this procedure was completely over.
I lied in my bed, wearing
thick cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath my hospital gown and I was
really embarrassed of what I was wearing. My parents and my brother Jared came
back into my room and comforted me and telling me that this was only temporary
and once I got better, I wouldn’t have to wear these diapers anymore. I was
somewhat embarrassed when Jared got a complete and good look at me lying in the
hospital bed wearing nothing more than a really thick cloth diaper and a pair
of plastic pants. I bet he was alittle concerned or maybe even amused that here
was his big brother, who was 16 years old and wearing bulky cloth diapers and
plastic pants.
The doctor came in and
examined me and told me that every thing seemed to be on track although I was
going to have to stay in the hospital another few days. My parents visited me
every afternoon and night and during the next day, while I was still wearing
thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, some of my friends stopped by to visit
me. I’m glad that I was in bed because I didn’t want them to notice that I was
diapered. They brought me a new game for my game boy and asked me what was
wrong. I basically explained that I had a serious virus that did some damage to
my internal organs but I was on the bend. I told them I was hoping that I was
going to return to school next week.
While my friends and I were
talking, one of the friends started to look around. I didn’t pay much attention
to him, but when he opened up the supply cabinet within my room and saw the
disposable diapers, he took one out and said to me as he waved it in the
air...what are these for and why are they in your room? I looked just as
surprised as everyone else was and just said, I think they were in here for the
last patient. “You don’t have to wear these diapers, do you Marc? My friend
asked me as he placed the disposable diaper back into the supply cabinet. “Of
course not, I’m 16 years-old, guys our age don’t wear diapers.” I’m glad he
didn’t push the issue or even look underneath the covers of my hospital bed
because I was afraid that my friends might notice the thick cloth diapers and
plastic pants that I was wearing. I would have been more embarrassed, because
my diaper was getting pretty wet. After my friends decided to leave and give me
some much needed rest, one of the interns returned to change my piss-soaked
diaper.
The next morning, the doctor
came in to check my progress towards the bladder irrigation that had happened
just a day or so ago. With the assistance of his nurse, the doctor pulled away
the sheets and pulled my hospital gown up exposing the bulky diaper and plastic
pants I had worn all night long. I got slightly embarrassed that he was
examining me and then without any noticed pulled my plastic pants away from my
diaper. He was quite pleased when he noticed that my diaper even though was
wet, wasn’t soaked as he thought they might be. He looked at me and told me
that everything seemed to going ok and that through my progress in the last 24
hours, the recent blood and urine test that I should be able to resume somewhat
normal bladder control within the next several days. I asked him what he meant
by somewhat normal bladder control, in which he honestly told me that, the
damage to my bladder might be permanent, yet all signs are showing signs of
progress and improvement.
The doctor left me just for a
minute with my plastic pants pulled down on one side and with my diaper
unpinned as well. He walked over to the supply cabinet and pulled out a nice
clean dry disposable diaper and came back over to me and said... “I think we
can take these awfully thick cloth diapers and plastic pants off from you. I’m
sure that you’re not going to need them as thick anymore. Would you like that
Marc?” What could I say... what normal 16 year old would want to stay in thick
cloth diapers and plastic pants... of course I said yes. The doctor pulled the
plastic pants completely away from me and then unpinned the other side of the
wet diaper I was wearing. The nurse cleaned me up in which the doctor placed
the dry disposable diaper underneath me and carefully taped them up in place. I
was quite pleased that I was wearing something a lot less thick, but I was
still wearing a diaper. He sensed my disappointment and then said to me... “I’m
sure that before you leave the hospital here young man that you’ll be leaving
wearing normal boxers like you use to wear and not these diapers you have to
wear for now. I was hoping that he was right. I really didn’t care to return to
my home, let alone school in having to wear diapers.
My parents visited me before
lunch time but they couldn’t stay long. With my extended stay in the hospital,
my parents kinda neglected Jared and other chores around the house. They
decided to take Jared out for lunch, which I thought was a good idea. To tell
you the truth, I was kinda getting alittle sick of my parents being around all
the time...don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but give a break, I’m 16
years old. Just after having my lunch, Kyle one of my good friends stopped by
to see me. I was itching to get out of bed and Kyle asked if I wanted to take a
stroll down to the cafeteria for a snack. I said, sure, hand me my robe. Since
I was changed earlier in the morning, I finally got to wear hospital pajamas
instead of the hospital gown I had to wear, even though they were hospital
pajamas, and to make matters worse, they were pretty thin so I crinkled a bit
as I climbed out of my bed. I was hoping that Kyle didn’t hear what I thought
was quite obvious. Kyle handed me my robe in which I put it on and where Kyle
and I walked out of my hospital room and toward the cafeteria. We chatted about
my return to school and hopefully resuming a normal life. Was we walked, anyone
that wanted to notice could hear the crinkling sound coming from my disposable
diaper. Kyle looked at me from time to time, but never said a word about the
crinkling sound. Maybe it never crossed Kyle’s mind that someone my age could
be wearing a disposable diaper or even that anyone pass the age of three for
that matter would be wearing diapers.
I knew that if Kyle did find
out that I was wearing diapers, he of all my friends would probably understand.
You see Kyle and I have been friends since he and I were about 7 and we’ve been
through almost everything. When Kyle was 9 years old, he started wetting the
bed. At first I thought it was alittle funny that my best friend who was 9
years old and was wetting the bed like a little baby. I didn’t find out that
Kyle wet the bed, until one night when he slept over at my house. Not only did
Kyle wet the bed, I was sleeping in the same bed and even I got alittle wet. He
was so scared that I would spill the beans and tell all our friends that he was
a bedwetter, but I promised him that I would keep his secret. Things only got
worse for Kyle. One night while I was spending the night at his house, I
learned that Kyle’s parents had a different outlook to his bedwetting. I could
tell that Kyle was really dreading and even getting slightly embarrassed about
getting ready for bedtime. Kyle’s mom came in and told Kyle and myself that we
needed to get ready for bedtime. “Mom, please don’t, not in front of Marc.”
Kyle asked of his mom. I didn’t quite understand what was going on, but what
ever was about to happen, Kyle was petrified. “Now you know what we said and
since you were wet last night, there is no point of arguing with me” his mom
stated.
With that being said, his mom
told me that I could get undressed and get on my pajamas for the night. Kyle
started to cry when his mom walked over to his dresser drawers, pulled out his
pajamas and then something white. I really didn’t pay too much attention as I
started to get undressed. I was little weirded out that his mom was still in
the room, but whatever. Kyle undressed too, pulling off his pants and shirt,
then his mom pointed to his bed. As I pulled my pajamas out of my bag, Kyle
lied down on his bed just in his boxer shorts. All I heard from Kyle was
“Please mom, don’t”. “That’s enough out of you.” His mom said back to him.
While I started to put on my pajama bottoms over my boxers, his mom removed his
boxer shorts and pulled the white thing that she had gotten out just a few
minutes ago from underneath his pajamas. I was kinda interested in his pajamas
more than I was wondering about the white thing. In my mind, his pajamas kinda
looked alittle juvenile. After she pulled the white thing out, she placed it
underneath Kyle’s bottom and started to pull it forward. Only now, did I
realize what the white thing was. Kyle’s mom was pulling a disposable diaper on
him and not only was it a diaper, the diaper was really thick. I could tell
that Kyle was really embarrassed. I would be too if my mom was diapering me in
front of my best friend. After his disposable diaper was taped up securely, his
mom unfolded his pajamas and had Kyle step into them. Not only was Kyle wearing
a thick disposable diaper, Kyle was made to wear footed sleepers. Kyle looked
like a little toddler boy instead of the nine year old he actually was. After
everything was said and done, Kyle’s mom exited his room and told us not to
stay up too late.
Kyle just sat on his bed
wearing a footed sleeper and to top it off, you could really tell that he was
wearing disposable diapers by the way they bulked out from his sleepers and the
way he crinkled he moved about. Kyle still had tears in his eyes when I asked
him why he was dressed the way he was. Kyle sobbed and explained that since he
started wetting the bed, his parents were upset that he was wetting the bed.
Kyle tried to explain to them that he wasn’t wetting the bed on purpose, his
parents had enough. 9 year old boys shouldn’t wet the bed like a baby, but
since he was, his parents decided to put him in bulky thick pampers and
sleepers in hopes to embarrass him to stop his babyish behavior. I couldn’t
believe that my best friend was wearing diapers to bed. He was worried that I
would stop being his friend and spread it around school that he wets the bed
and has to wear diapers. I told Kyle that I was a better friend than that and I
wouldn’t even think of spreading such a horrible secret that Kyle had to
endure. Kyle and I sat up in his bed and talked alittle longer and in which I
realized that Kyle was starting to feel a lot better about his situation. I
still was amazed that my best friend was going to wear thick disposable diapers
and a sleeper to bed. Kyle crinkled with every movement he made and I just
wondered what it felt like to wear diapers like that at our age. In the
morning, Kyle and I woke up fairly late in the morning and even before we got
up from his bed, Kyle’s mom came in, unzipped his sleeper to confirm that Kyle
had another wet night. His mom just said to him... “When are you going to stop
this bedwetting Kyle, but since you were wet, you’re going to have to wear
diapers again tonight. I looked at Kyle and while he stepped out of his
sleepers, you could tell that his disposable diaper was quite wet. Kyle went
over to his dresser drawers and pulled out a clean pair of boxer shorts and
crinkled with every step while he walked toward the bathroom.
After Kyle went into the
bathroom, I got dressed and shortly after, Kyle walked out of the bathroom just
sporting his boxers. Kyle finished getting dressed when I made my first
comment... “Bet it feels pretty good wearing regular boxers again, after having
those wet diapers on”. “You can say that again...” Kyle kinda laughed with my
comment. I never did say anything to anyone else about his bedwetting problem.
It took about six months of Kyle being diapered each and every night before
Kyle’s bedwetting problem finally disappeared. There was even a few nights when
I slept over at his house that Kyle was even made to wear regular thick cloth
diapers and plastic pants underneath those cute footed sleepers of his. I knew
that Kyle was embarrassed that he had to wear diapers for his bedwetting, but I
never made fun of him. Just prior to Kyle giving up his bedwetting problem, his
parents punished him further about his bedwetting by having him wear pampers
underneath his daytime clothing during one of our trips to the Mall of America.
Kyle was so self conscious that day that he thought everyone knew that he was
wearing a disposable diaper, but in reality no one ever noticed. The only thing
I really noticed was the crinkling sound, but I really didn’t think anyone else
seemed to hear his diaper crinkling. I think this was the main reason Kyle’s
bedwetting disappeared. He feared that he would have to wear diapers during the
daytime and possible even to school. That’s one thing Kyle wasn’t about to do,
was having to wear disposable diapers underneath his school clothing.
As I remembered about this and
Kyle’s bout with bedwetting and having to wear disposable diapers underneath
his pajamas, things have turned full circle. I was now the one wearing awfully
thick disposable diapers underneath my pajamas and this was probably the reason
I thought that Kyle would understand over any of my other friends. But like
Kyle in those earlier years, I too was really embarrassed that I was wearing
diapers like a little baby and unlike Kyle who wore them when we were only nine
years old, I was sixteen and now having to wear something generally only babies
wore.
Once we reached the cafeteria
in which Kyle bought me a snack and a carton of milk. I was pleased that I was
finally away from my hospital room and with a good friend at that. As we ate
our chocolate cake and drank our milk, Kyle asked me how I was handling
everything. I simply just told him that I was glad that I was going to be
released from hospital the very next day, because I was getting alittle sick
and tired of being in the hospital. “No, that’s not quite what I mean... I was
just asking you how you’re handling...you know what?” Kyle asked me. I wasn’t
quite sure what he was getting at, but I was getting nervous where this
conversation was heading. I was hoping that Kyle wasn’t referring to what I
thought he was referring too. All I could muster to say was... “Well, it’s ok;
I’m getting use to sleeping a lot.” “It’s ok, Marc, you don’t have to be
embarrassed around me, I understand probably more than you can know!” I should
have left well enough alone, but no, I told Kyle that I didn’t understand what
he was talking about. “Well, I was referring to on how you’re handling having
to wear diapers.” Kyle asked me and as he continued to say to me... “
“If you don’t recall... about
seven years ago, I had to wear them because of my bedwetting and it’s hard not
to hear the obvious crinkling sound of a disposable diaper or even the look of
thick cloth diapers and plastic pants that you wore earlier”. “What... when did
you see me wearing cloth diapers?” I embarrassedly asked of Kyle.
I explained to Kyle that I had
a severe infection that affected some of my internal organs and most of all, my
bladder. Because of the infection I lost my ability to control my bladder, so I
have to wear diapers for a while. “You’re not going have to wear diapers when
you return to school next week are you?” Kyle asked me. “Gosh, I hope not, my
parents and the doctors think I should get normal bladder control within a day
or so”. I replied. After we finished our snack, I told Kyle that I needed to
get going back to my room. He got up and as we walked back toward my hospital
room, I crinkled with each and every step. Just before we got to my floor, Kyle
just said... “You’re wet aren’t you?” “Yeah, but how did you know?” “I really
didn’t but kinda figured that you probably needed a diaper change.” Kyle told
me. I turned red when he mentioned that I probably needed a diaper change, but
he was right, I was wet and was in desperate need of a nice clean dry diaper.
Once in my room, Kyle told me that he was going to excuse himself, so that I
could get some rest... and with a wink of his eye... he also added “a diaper
change”. Once Kyle left, the male intern came in and pulled out a clean dry
disposable diaper and proceeded to change my piss soaked diaper. I felt much
better having my diaper changed, but in the same sense I was embarrassed that
here I was 16 years old, not only was I wearing diapers, I was getting my
diaper changed by a male intern...once again. I guess it didn’t matter who
changed my diaper, either a female or male nurse or intern, I was having my
diaper changed like a little baby.
The next morning, I woke up to
my usual wet diaper pressed against my sixteen year old groin and buttocks. I
was deeply concerned that I was wet again. The intern came in right before
breakfast and changed me into a clean dry disposable diaper. My parents came in
while I was eating breakfast and soon after that my doctors came in and told me
that I was going to be released before lunch time. My parents hearing and
seeing that I was still wearing a diaper expressed their concern with the
doctor. “What about his bladder control, when can we expect to see improvement
so he doesn’t have to wear those things?” The doctor told my parents and
myself... “Well, after the latest tests, it seems that his bladder suffered
more damage than the rest of his organs the virus caused. We are hoping with
some additional bladder irrigations and some bladder re-training, Marc should
see or hope to see some improved within six months or so.” “So what does that
mean to Marc?” I really didn’t want the doctor to answer that, because of what
he said just moments before. I knew there this was leading. “Well, we obviously
can’t have him use the catheter because of how sick he got when we used them
earlier, so unfortunately I’ll write you a prescription for some diapers that
will fit your teenage son” the doctor said to my parents.
“Marc, I know having to wear
diapers a lot longer than what you expected is disappointing to you and I can
understand that you’ll probably be upset that you’re sixteen years old and now
having to wear diapers again but you’ll get use to them after a period of time
and while I know this isn’t what you expected when you got released from the
hospital. I can assure you that they make disposable diapers that are quite
comfortable to wear... even to school. I have several patients that are about
your age that have to wear diapers and they tell me that they are really soft
and comfortable and most people or their classmates can’t hear or tell that
they are wearing diapers” the doctor explained to me.
I couldn’t believe that I was
going home from the hospital having a disposable diaper underneath my pants.
Before the release papers were in order, the same male intern returned one last
time to change me into a clean dry diaper. My parents and my brother were in
the admissions office settling my discharge papers. He told me since I was
going to have to wear diapers at home; it was probably in my best interest if I
learned how to diaper myself. He told me that once I un-taped any wet
disposable diaper; I would have to clean myself to prevent diaper rash. After I
cleansed myself, he showed me how to position the disposable diaper underneath
me and how to tape them up securely and to ensure that the leg gathers were on
the outside to prevent leaks. I tried several times and with several diapers
before I finally got the hang of diapering myself. After I finished with my
final diaper change, I put on my street clothes and examined in the mirror of
my room what it looked like wearing a disposable diaper underneath my pants. I
was pleasantly surprised to see that there was little bulk that showed from my
pants. I really didn’t think that anyone could tell that I was diapered, unless
they carefully looked or heard. The diaper crinkling was a bit audible, but not
bad, but after all, I was wearing diapers.
Right after I was discharged
from the hospital, the doctor approached my parents to give them the
prescription for the diapers they will need for their teenage son. He also told
them that I should return to the hospital within the next two weeks for a
doctor’s appointment and a bladder irrigation. He told me not to worry that
he’s seen several cases like this and before you know it, you’ll be able to
shed your diapers and be back into your boxer briefs. As my parents and my
brother Jared and of course myself left the hospital, I was alittle embarrassed
not to mention self-conscious about having to wear diapers underneath my pants.
Sick Days and Diapers – Part
Two
My parents decided to stop at
Wendy’s for lunch and boy was I glad we did. This would be my first meal
outside the hospital. Like I stated earlier, I was alittle self-conscious about
being in public with diapers on. A few of my classmates were there as well and
they came up to me and my parents to talk to me about my recent hospital stay.
I was worried that they would be able to detect that I was wearing diapers, but
luckily for me, no one said anything, nor did they suspect that I was diapered.
I know my parents were concerned that their teenage son had to wear diapers and
how I was handling it, just told me while we were eating our burgers that...
“You see, your classmates didn’t even suspect anything was out of the ordinary,
so I think you don’t have to worry about anyone discovering your new situation”.
I’m glad that he actually didn’t mention “diapers” right in front of everyone,
as I would have been totally embarrassed if anyone overheard our conversation.
We arrived at our house around
After my dad left and closed
the door, I took the dry diaper and tossed it one my bed. I unzipped my pants
and pulled them down to exam if my diaper was wet or not. Sure enough, I was
wet. Apparently to the better diaper designs, I didn’t even realize that my
diaper was wet, which I guess is a good thing. I think in the future I probably
should change my diaper alittle more often, I won’t want to leak. I decided to
take off my jeans and once I removed my wet diaper, I cleansed myself with a
baby wipe then I opened up the diaper and positioned on the bed so I could sit
down on it. I brought the diaper up on myself and taped it up and spent a
minute or so re-taping it. I’d rather have my diaper fit as tightly as possible
as I figured that loose diapers wouldn’t be that comfortable. I assured that
the leg gathers were on the outside, just as the intern showed me to ensure
that I don’t leak around the leg openings. After I had changed myself, which in
essences was really the first time since leaving the hospital, I was pretty
proud that I actually mastered the art of changing a diaper. Once I changed
myself, I pulled my jeans back on and decided to join the rest of the family.
I took out a Pepsi out of the
refrigerator and took out some
They were right... I shouldn’t
let my new found underwear ruin my life. So what if I have to wear diapers, I’m
still the same guy I was a week or so ago, but the only difference between now
and then was I had to wear diapers. Hopefully my friends would see it that way
too. Once my dad left and my mom went to another part of the house to do
whatever she does, Jared and I continued in our snacks. He told me that I was
brave that I was taking wearing diapers so well. I thanked him, but on the
inside I knew that things would change and since it’s only been a half of a day
since being out of the hospital, my attitude could change depending on other
people’s reaction to my situation.
My dad drove to the other side
of town were he knew of a medical supply store that had a good reputation of
great service and products. He entered the store and was greeted by a young
guy, probably in his late 20’s. The sales guy asked my dad what he could do for
him today. My dad explained about my situation and that I needed to wear
diapers for a period of time. He asked my dad on how old his son was and my dad
told him 16. “Wow, that’s got to rough on a young man like that” he said to my
dad. “Yeah, it’s going to rough I think, but he’s handling it pretty well
though” my dad responded. My dad handed the sales guy the prescription for the
youth/adult diapers in which the sale guy asked a few questions, as in my
weight, height, waist size, etc. He also asked if he was looking for
First of all, my dad’s
insurance would cover the cost of the disposable diapers, but the bad news was
they only limited them to one case every two months. The sales guy asked my dad
if his son just needed the diapers at night or all the time. My dad told him
that I had to wear them all the time. He then asked my dad how many diaper
changes do you think he would need during a course of a day. My dad had no idea
on how many diapers I would need throughout the day, but estimated about 3 or 4
diapers a day. “Well, that’s going to be a problem. If your son goes through 3
or 4 diapers in any given day, that will be roughly 120 diapers per month.
Unfortunately most cases of disposable diapers come in about 96 diapers per
case. That leaves a shortage of 24 diapers that will have to come out of your
pocket”.
“That is a problem, I guess
there is nothing else we can do, but buy some out of our pocket”. My dad added.
The sales guy asked my dad on how long his son was expected to be in diapers in
which my dad replied that it could be six months or so, hopefully sooner.
“Well, there is one solution to this problem. On this prescription and
accordingly to your insurance, you can purchase a case of disposable diapers
and also purchase a few reusable items as well” the sales guy told my dad.
“What do you mean by reusable items?” my dad asked. “I’m not sure if your son
will go with using reusable products, but if you go with a disposable diaper
during the daytime and use cloth diapers at night, you should be able to able
to get by with what your insurance will cover instead of having some out of
pocket expenses, especially if our son is in diapers longer than a few months.
My dad thought about it and figured that I would only use the cloth ones at
night and no one outside the family would ever need to know. My dad agreed and
then he had to pick out the diapers for his 16 year old son. With the
suggestion of the sales guy, my dad purchased a case of the Attends ‘9’
disposable briefs or diapers, how ever you want to look at it. Once he the
decision about the disposable diapers was over he had to pick out some cloth
diapers. Once again with the suggestion of the sales guy, he purchased seven
super soft, heavy absorbent cloth diapers, the pin on style and seven pairs of
V.I. P plastic pants. The plastic pants resembled regular baby pants, but they
were some of the best on the market and they were pretty soft and silent. The
only thing they didn’t have was some diaper pins, which the sales guy
instructed my dad that he could purchase those at a supermarket or even at
Target. He also recommended to my dad that with cloth diapers, he might consider
having him use baby powder to reduce the chances of diaper rash.
After everything was said and
done, paid for, my dad loaded up the SUV with the case of disposable diapers
and my cloth diapers and plastic pants. He drove toward the nearest supermarket
and picked up a few packages of diaper pins and a container or two of baby
powder. Apparently my dad couldn’t believe that he was in the baby aisle
picking up some supplies for his sixteen year son. He looked the aisle over and
saw the baby powder and then the baby wipes. In the corner of his eye, he
spotted the diaper pins hanging on a peg hook with all the other baby supplies.
He saw several pairs that had very juvenile designs, such as ducky or bear
heads, but he finally spotted the regular white diaper pins and took two
packages. Right after picking the diaper pins, he saw some diaper rash cream
but just couldn’t bring himself in buying anything else especially the diaper
rash cream as he was himself embarrassed that his 16 year old son had to wear diapers.
He was just hoping that his son’s incontinence would be short lived, but
whatever the outcome he still loved his son and would support him in anyway he
could... even if it meant buying diapers for his son even when he’s in college.
Once his dad came home and
unloaded the diaper supplies and placed them in his son’s room. Luckily for me,
I was watching TV in the living room and never really saw my parents bringing
in or putting away my diaper stuff. While they were putting away my stuff, my
mom questioned the cloth diapers and plastic pants, so my dad had to explain it
to her about the cost of the disposables or actually the lack of insurance
coverage for more than one case of disposable diapers over a two month period,
so figuring it out, if Marc wore cloth diapers at night and just at night, the
case of diapers would probably last the entire two month period... hopefully.
My mom came into the living
room and informed me that dinner was about 20 minutes away. I couldn’t believe
that I was just vegging out for last several hours. I guess I really needed it,
or other wise my parents probably would have said something to me, like get out
of the house and do something constructive. I reached down the front of my
jeans and felt that I was wet. On that note, I decided that I probably should
change before dinner time. I walked out of the living room and headed toward my
room. Once I was in my room, I didn’t see the packages of diapers lying about,
so I decided to look in my dresser drawers. I opened up the top one that has my
underwear in it and discovered that there was no underwear in there, but what were
in its place were my disposable diapers. I looked underneath the diapers,
thinking that maybe my underwear were underneath them, but nope... no
underwear. I was afraid to look any further in fears I wouldn’t like what I
would see, so I grabbed one of the diapers out of the top drawer and changed my
wet one into a clean dry diaper. I was kinda surprised that it only took one
day to master the art of changing my diaper.
I walked out of my room and
headed to the kitchen. Was I walked, I did notice one thing about the diapers
my dad purchased, is that they crinkled a lot more that the diapers I had in
the hospital. Other than the crinkling and just alittle more bulk in the front
of the diaper, I thought that these diapers fit perfectly and were snug and
comfortable... for a diaper that is. We pretty much ate in silence, but did
discuss that I was thinking about having my friends over tomorrow to let them
know about my condition and that I now have to wear diapers. I really didn’t
want them to find out on their own, which I’m sure they probably wouldn’t take
it every well hearing it from someone else or worse seeing our hearing my
diapers. My parents thought I was pretty brave to take this head on by telling
my friends.
After dinner and alittle TV, I
was getting tired and told my parents I thought I’d turn in, since I was going
to have probably a long day ahead of me. I said good night to my parents and
even to Jared. As I walked into my room and pulled out another dry diaper to
change into for the night then took off my pants when my dad walked in and told
me that he needed to talk to me. My dad was walking toward my dresser drawer
when I said to him... “
“
I lied down on my bed and my
dad place the cloth diapers, diaper pins and the plastic pants next to me and
then retrieved the baby powder and the baby wipes in my closet. He sat down
next to me and then pulled the tapes away from my sodden disposable diaper I
was wearing then proceeded to wipe down my crotch area with a baby wipe. All I
could do is look toward the wall as he cleaned me up. I knew that I could do
this myself, but I kinda liked the attention. After I was cleaned up, my dad
told me to left up my butt in which he place the thick cloth diapers underneath
me and then sprinkled the baby powder allover the front of my and the diaper.
He then brought them up and pinned them up snuggly and then took the plastic
pants and handed them to me and told me that I could pull them on myself. I
stood up and pulled up the plastic pants up and over my shameful cloth diapers.
I thanked my dad for the assistance and told him that I would try changing into
my cloth diapers tomorrow. “If you need help tomorrow night, just ask... I
don’t mind changing your diapers, kinda just like when you were little.
I climbed into bed and for the
first night in some time, I was in my own bed. Boy did it feel nice to be lying
there in my bed, with the comfort of flannel sheets, it was heaven... but then
I realized that I wasn’t wearing boxers like the last time I was in this bed
but I was wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I felt the smooth
plastic that encased the thick folds of the soft diaper underneath. I felt the
diaper pins that securely held them in place and wondered if anyone else that
had to wear these things if
they ever felt this way about them. I know that I shouldn’t, after all I’m 16
and most 16 year old boys don’t wear diapers but now that I’ve found myself
bound by diapers, I don’t mind the comfort of diapers straddling my lower
region.
I woke up about
I decided to wait in changing
my diapers until I take my shower. I climbed out of bed and put on some lounge
pants and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. After eating my corn flakes
and having a bagel, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I took
off my lounge pants then proceeded to pull off the plastic pants away from
sodden cloth diaper. The smell from my wet diapers was pretty strong, but I
guess that is what comes with wearing cloth diapers. I unpinned my wet diapers
and placed both the diaper and plastic pants inside the container that my
parents put into the linen closet just for this purpose and climbed into the
shower and washed away the baby smell that now accompanied me.
After my shower, I felt much,
much better. I wrapped a towel around myself and found myself lying back on my
bed strapping another disposable diaper on myself. I was just standing in front
of my closet pondering what to wear when my brother Jared walked in. He would
normally come in sometimes in the morning to borrow what ever clothing I would
lend him, but this time, I was just standing there in my diaper. He said...
“Excuse me; I’ll come back when you’re dressed!” “Nonsense, there is no point
of being embarrassed, because I’m not. It never bothered you to walk in on me
when I was just in my boxers or boxer briefs, so I expect that just because I’m
in a diaper, things won’t change between us” I told Jared. “Ok, I just thought
you might be embarrassed.” He replied. “What is to be embarrassed about? Some
guys wear boxers, some wear boxer briefs and some wear tighty whities, but some
guys like myself have to wear a diaper... it’s all underwear!” I told him. “You
have a great attitude Marc. I don’t think I’d be this brave and comfortable if
I had to wear diapers again!” “Well, I decided to deal with this as a young
adult and since this is the cards I was dealt with, I might as well make the
best of things and not worry about something I can’t control. Jared asked me if
he could borrow one of my sweaters and I couldn’t refuse my brother
who is pretty cool with the
fact that his older brother is now wearing diapers! I decided to wear my cotton
track pants, an Abercrombie & Fitch long sleeve shirt and a hooded A&F
sweatshirt. This is what I would normally wear on a Saturday, but now since I
found myself bound in diapers, the crinkling sound was a lot more evident.
I called Kyle and told him to
come over for the afternoon. He quickly accepted my invitation but I didn’t
tell him that I also invited all my other friends as well. I didn’t think there
was no point in telling him that I was about to spill the beans about my recent
virus that attacked my internal organs and especially my bladder that resulted
in me having to wear diapers again. As I played around the internet a bit
before Kyle coming over, I noticed that in having these cotton track pants on,
there was a slight bulge in my pants not to mention the crinkling sound was
very audible to anyone that cared to notice. I guess maybe it was my plan all
along, to have my friends maybe notice the extra bulk and the sound of plastic
crinkling underneath my track pants. I was just hoping that my friends would
accept me for who I was and not what I had to wear. I was the same guy they
knew before I got sick, but now I have to wear diapers and not the boxers or
boxer briefs I use to wear.
Kyle came over shortly before
My friends Mike,
going back to school on
Monday. I offered each of my friends a can of soda and then led them to my room
where we could play some video games. Was I walked to and from the kitchen; I
crinkled with every step I made. It wasn’t all that audible, but it still was
audible to any one of my friends who cared to listen.
After we had our sodas in our
hands and gone back to my room, I brought a few extra chairs in my room so that
way all of us could sit by my computer and play video games. As I sat down, I
crinkled a lot louder than just walking. Ryan looked at my strangely as I sat
down and even looked at the bulk that seemed to fill out my track pants. He
didn’t say anything though and as we played the game, each of my friends seemed
to look at me when I readjusted my self, crinkling a bit as I did this. Not one
said one word about what I thought was obvious, the bulk in the front of my
pants and the crinkling of my disposable diaper. I finally decided to bring up
the conversation about my situation or condition as it might be.
“Ok, guys, there is a reason
why I brought all of you together here today. I first wanted to thank each of
you for visiting me in the hospital. I mentioned earlier that I had some
complications of being sick.” I started to say, when
I just want to say that I’m
the same guy you knew before I got sick and I’m planning on keeping it that way
and I hope nothing changes (except for his diaper) I heard Ryan quietly say to
himself, as the others didn’t seem to catch it. “The organ that was damaged was
my bladder and now I have very little control over my bladder.
“That’s got to suck having to
wear diapers again, but why diapers and not those shields or something less
diaper-like?”
“So those were your disposable
diapers I pulled out of that cabinet at the hospital when we came to visit
you?” Ryan was inquisitive. “Yeah, I was really embarrassed at first because I
was wearing diapers and when you came to visit, I didn’t want any of you to
find out because I thought for sure that before I left the hospital I wouldn’t
have to wear them anymore, but I guess I was wrong and that’s why I decided to
tell you guys now before you discovered it on your own or heard it from someone
else” I told them.
“So what does it feel like to
wear diapers again... I bet they are pretty uncomfortable?” Mike asked? “Yeah,
at first in the hospital they were pretty uncomfortable, then I was wetting
pretty heavily but now since my dad bought me these diapers, they actually are
pretty comfortable, but of course not as comfortable as boxers or boxer briefs”
I told them. So I can I ask how many do you go though in a course of a day”
Mike added. Cameron just said “A little personal don’t you think Mike?” “That’s
ok, I don’t mind you guy’s asking questions and I would rather get everything
out in the open without anyone speculating what I can’t or can wear or whatever
the questions might be. So far I’ve been going through about three to four
diapers and that includes a nighttime diaper. But that might change when I
fully realize on how long I can go before changing my diaper” I told them. “So,
what about school and even gym class? How will you be able to hide your diaper
while changing in gym class? I don’t think that’s something someone can
actually hide, especially the crinkling. Our gym shorts can’t hide to much, let
alone your Huggies?” Ryan stated. “Come on Ryan that’s pretty mean to refer to
Marc’s underwear or diapers as Huggies!” Cameron shouted to Ryan. “Oh, like
none of you thought that his diapers actually looked too much like Huggies or
even Pampers, come on guys... Marc is wearing a freakin diaper... how many
other 16 year olds do you know that still wear diapers? Ryan asked the guys. I
just sat there as Ryan and some of the others discussed my diapers. Kyle on the
other hand was totally quiet during this entire conversation and finally he
said... “Give Marc a break, it’s not like he’s had a choice in the matter.
“I guess not” Ryan softly
said. “I guess I can see where you guys are coming from. You’re right Ryan, I
guess my diapers do look like Huggies, but after all they are diapers, there is
no way around that. Yes, Ryan I probably am the only 16 year still having to
wear diapers, but I don’t have a choice. As far as school and gym class, I’m
not quite sure how I’m going to handle it, especially gym class, but that’s
kinda why I wanted to tell you guys today, so that way I have some support
shall I need it at school. I know one thing, there is no way I can get out of
wearing diapers to school, at least until my bladder corrects itself and who
knows when that will be. So Guys, can have your support while I go through this
or are you ashamed to be seen with a guy still in diapers?” I asked Mike,
After the laughter died down,
Mike, Cameron,
We continued until about four
in the afternoon playing video games and talking about school, sports and one
thing I was finally glad that we didn’t talk about is my condition and or my
use of diapers. Ryan, Mike, Cameron and
After dinner, Kyle, Jared, my
parents and I went into the living room to watch a
I changed myself and was
amazed that I was indeed soaked. I was surprised to feel that my jeans weren’t
a lot more wet than they actually were. Boy did these diapers hold quite abit.
Once changed, I walked back into my room where Kyle and I played video games
until about
“That’s cool with me. You
don’t have to explain anything” Kyle told me. “Well, you ready to turn in?” he
asked me. “Yeah, I guess” I replied. Kyle then pulled off his lounge pants and
climbed into bed with just his boxer shorts on. I started to climb into bed
with my lounge pants when he said to me... “
In the morning, Kyle woke up
first while me lying there with the sheets half on me and half off and while I
slept, Kyle couldn’t help but notice that I was completely wet. I guess he
could tell by the way my diapers snagged inside the plastic pants that covered
my bulky diapers. Kyle thought to himself that his best friend really did need
diapers to keep himself dry. After I woke up, Kyle got dressed while I walked
into the bathroom to change out of my wet cloth diapers, plastic pants and
changed into a nice dry disposable diaper. Right before Kyle went home for the
rest of the weekend, he once again asked me how I was going to handle going to
school the next morning fully knowing that I was going to have to wear a
disposable diaper. I simply told him that I really wasn’t too concerned about
going to school in diapers, after all the diapers I was wearing was just like
any of the other guys underwear, only a lot thicker and a lot more absorbent.
Kyle left for home and I continued throughout the day doing what ever I would
normally do, only stopping every few hours to change my wet diaper.
Sunday night came and I
changed myself once again into a thick cloth diapers and a soft pair of plastic
pants before I turned in for the night. While I lied in bed just in my cloth
diaper and plastic pants I thought to myself... “What am I going to do in
school? How can a seemingly normal 16 year-old go to school wearing a
disposable diaper underneath one’s pants! I don’t think I ever recall seeing or
knowing about anyone in high school having to wear diapers. I just stared at
the ceiling wondering how all my other friends and or classmates would handle a
high school student wearing diapers even thought I have to wear diapers because
I was pretty sick and ended up in the hospital. I don’t think I ever fell
asleep that night, but apparently I did, as my dad woke me up for school the
next morning... only to find that I was soaked again... Thanks God for diapers
or I wouldn’t have gotten the sleep I did and I would be pretty miserable right
now. While I was changing out of my obviously soaked cloth diapers, I was just
wondering how I was going to hide the fact that I was wearing a disposable
diaper to high school.
End
of
Sick
Days and Diapers
By
Timmy
12042005 TAH1961