Copyright © 2003
by Donnie_M72
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“Thank you,” Dr. Phalps said over the
telephone, “I’ll expect its arrival shortly.”
She turned toward Doris Aldersen and her
son Terrence.
“I’m sorry about this. The lab was supposed
to have those results to me two hours ago. I do apologize for making you wait.”
“Please,” Mrs. Aldersen responded, “we
understand… delays can happen. How long do you think it will take for them to
arrive?”
“According to the lab, the courier left
twenty minutes ago. He should be here in five to ten minutes.”
Mrs. Aldersen and the doctor continued
speaking pleasantries while Terrence’s mind wandered. It was almost exactly
four years ago, in late spring, when he sat in this office with his mom and dad
and the doctor. Everybody was happy and excited. The doctor had just confirmed
what they had all waited so long to hear—he was finally able to control
himself. There would be no more day or nighttime wettings. The doctor had been
honest. She didn’t know if it had been the treatment plan she had prescribed or
simply Mother Nature taking her course. Whatever it was, he had not been having
daytime wetting accidents in over nine months and he had not wet the bed a
single time in the previous three months. What a wonderful day it had been for
the eight year old boy who had never overcome his shame at being unable to
control his bladder like other children. He and his parents had gone home and
celebrated by first throwing out his plastic mattress cover and arranging for
his wetting alarm to be donated to a charitable organization. It was over. He
was like everyone else. He could go on sleepovers and camping trips with other
boys. It was wonderful.
Those glorious memories only served to
heighten the pain he now felt. Three weeks ago he woke up in the middle of the
night feeling cold. He screamed in terror when he realized that he had soaked
his pajamas and bed linens. His parents had come running into the room and
instantly recognized the odor.
“Terry, honey,” his mom said in the most
soothing tone she could muster, “it’s just one accident. It doesn’t mean
anything. Don’t you remember that Dr. Phalps said that we should expect an
occasional… incident every now and then. It’s been almost four years. You’re
doing remarkably well.”
This had calmed him down but the experience
had been extremely unsettling. He became obsessive about his fluid intake. He
didn’t dare drink anything after dinner, no matter how thirsty or hot he felt.
It seemed to have worked. Two weeks went by with no further incidents. The
horror he had felt receded into memory. Everyone began to relax again. It had
been nothing but an unfortunate reminder of his past, nothing more.
The second incident wasn’t so easily
downplayed. Terry and his parents had spent a couple of hours visiting with his
cousins and his uncle and aunt. They had just started their drive back home
when Terry urgently asked his dad to pull off the road.
“Are you feeling sick?” his mom asked.
“Yes,” he croaked, “please hurry.”
His dad immediately pulled over to the
shoulder and stopped. Terry, in a state of panic, threw his door open and got
out. He took two steps and froze. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clutched
his crotch trying to stop the uncontrollable flow that was soaking his pants
and running down his legs. His mom sat with him in the back seat the rest of
the way home. He was unable to stop his near-hysterical crying until after he
changed into dry clothes. There was no doubt as to what they needed to do.
Dr. Phalps rearranged her next day’s
appointments and saw Terry the first thing in the morning. She started with a
thorough physical exam, including X-rays. There seemed to be nothing out of the
ordinary. She took blood and urine samples, the results of which they were now
awaiting.
The ringing of the phone snapped Terry out
of his reverie. The doctor listened for a few seconds before hanging up and
excusing herself. Terry and his mom waited tensely for fifteen minutes. When
the office door finally opened they were disappointed to see that it was Dr.
Phalph’s nurse.
“The doctor is going to be a few more
minutes. She apologizes for the delay and wants to know if I can get you
anything.”
“No, thank you,” Mrs. Aldersen answered.
“We’re fine.”
Another twenty minutes went by before the
doctor returned.
“I’m so sorry. I needed to consult with a
colleague about the results. You see, I’m quite perplexed… nothing seems to be
out of the ordinary. I wish that I could pinpoint what the problem is but I
can’t. The only thing that my colleague and I can recommend is to do more
extensive tests.”
“Well, yes, of course we’ll do more tests,”
Mrs. Aldersen quickly said. “When can they be scheduled?”
“The tests are going to require an
overnight stay in the hospital. If Terry is admitted early Friday morning he can
be released by lunchtime Saturday.”
“What do you think, honey?” Mrs. Aldersen
asked Terry. “Does this sound OK to you?”
“I guess so,” he replied sullenly. “Will I
have to wear… protection in the hospital… like I used to?”
“I’m afraid so,” the doctor answered.
Terry bravely tried to hold back the tears
but a few escaped silently down his cheeks.
“I’ll see that you get a private room,” the
doctor added.
“Thank you,” Mrs. Aldersen replied, “That’s
very thoughtful of you.”
*****
Mrs. Aldersen couldn’t take the day off
Friday so it was his dad who accompanied him through the check-in procedures.
He was assigned a room in the pediatric wing.
“Should I put my pajamas on now?” Terry
asked.
“I think that would be a good idea,” his
dad answered.
But, before he even got started, a nurse
came into the room.
“Hello,” she said cheerily. “My name is
Yolanda and I’m your day nurse. I see that Dr. Phalps has ordered a pretty big
series of tests for you today and tomorrow. You’ll be taken downstairs in a few
minutes but first we have to get you ready.”
She plopped a bag onto the bed, which Terry
and his dad both recognized as containing disposable diapers. Mr. Aldersen put
his hand on Terry’s shoulder to steady him and to let him know that he was
there for him.
“Are you able to put these on yourself?”
she asked.
“Yes,” Terry’s dad answered, “we’ve used
them before, although it’s been a few years. I may have to help my son out in
the beginning.”
“Then, I’ll leave you to it,” she said.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“Do I really have to?” Terry pleaded.
“Yes, I’m afraid so. Look, it won’t be so
bad. They won’t be noticeable under your pajamas and bathrobe.”
Terry felt totally humiliated, even though
he knew his dad was being very gentle and quick. Yolanda came back with another
hospital worker who was pushing a wheel chair.
“This is Patricia,” she said, introducing a
girl who appeared to be a college student. “She is one of our trained
volunteers. She’ll be helping you get to your tests and seeing to it that you
don’t sit around a long time after they’re done.”
The crinkling of his diaper made Terry
wince as he sat in the wheelchair. Yolanda thought that it was because he was
scared of the tests he was going to be put through.
“Don’t you be scared, honey. Nobody’s going
to be poking you with needles or anything like that. Your tests and procedures
are going to be as easy as having your picture taken. Honest.”
Terry smiled at her and at his dad as
Patricia wheeled him out of the room.
“That’ a fine boy you have there,” Yolanda
said to Mr. Aldersen.
“Yes, my wife and I think so, too. I just
wish he didn’t have to go through this.”
“Ain’t that the truth!” Yolanda agreed.
*****
Terry was extremely depressed by the time
he was released on Saturday. He had required two diaper changes overnight. Dr.
Phalps tried to encourage him by saying that his wettings were probably caused
by the stress of being hospitalized. He wanted to believe her, but her use of
the word probably kept ringing in his ears. His parents also tried to
cheer him up but with little success. The only good thing was that he wasn’t
made to wear a diaper home.
The rest of the weekend was equally nerve
wracking. The tests results weren’t expected until Thursday and Terry had
several more wetting episodes. The worst occurred at his grandparents’ house
where Terry and his parents were in the habit of eating every other Sunday. As
was frequently the case, his uncle and aunt and his two younger cousins (five
year old Becky and three year old Bobby) were also there. After dinner, the
children went out to the backyard. Terry got along well with his cousins and
they were soon involved in a game of tag. Just as the adults were saying to
each other that it was time to leave, Becky and Bobby came running into the
house.
“Auntie Marge, Uncle Frank! Terry is laying
on the ground and he’s crying! We didn’t do anything. Honest!”
“Oh, dear,” Terry’s grandmother sighed.
His parents looked at each other and then
at the others. They had told them about Terry’s recent bout of wettings.
“I’m so sorry,” Terry’s aunt said. “Can we
do anything?”
“I don’t think so,” his mom answered.
“Perhaps you and the children should leave now. We’ll take care of Terry.” She
turned to Becky and Bobby and said, “I’m sure you were playing nicely outside.
Terry hasn’t been feeling well. I think he just played too much this afternoon.
Everything will be alright.”
Terry’s aunt, uncle, and cousins left
immediately.
“Should I go out to him?” Terry’s
grandfather asked.
“I don’t know, dad,” Terry’s father
answered. “I think that Marge and I should try to take care of this. He might
feel even worse if you saw him right now.”
Terry’s mom went into the backyard while
his dad went out to the car to pick up a change of clothes. Terry and his mom
were sitting on the lawn when his dad came upon them. He had really soaked
himself.
“Let’s go onto the patio,” his dad
suggested.
Terry got up and followed his parents. He
took off his shirt, pants, and underpants. (Luckily his shoes and socks were
dry.) His mom rooted around in the bag and found the package of wipes.
“Do you want to clean yourself… or should
I?” she asked.
She took Terry’s silence as acquiescence to
the latter and began to wipe him, front and back. His father prepared his
change of clothes. He sobbed only once when he heard the crinkling of the
diaper. His parents ached for him but there was nothing they could do. He had
to face the inevitable. Years of experience had taught them how to put a diaper
on him while he was standing and he was quickly dressed. They headed back inside
the house to say goodbye. His grandparents were equally distressed and
concerned. They held back saying anything except the usual platitudes for fear
of upsetting him further. The rest of the day passed quietly until bedtime.
Everyone suspected the same thing: Terry would be in diapers for a very long
time, maybe forever.
*****
On Monday morning, Terry woke up with a
headache and a very wet diaper. He begged him mom to let him stay home. He was
sure that he would become very sick if he were forced to go to school. His mom
understood his reasons for asking, but she knew that it was important for Terry
to face his fears right away. If she let him stay home, he would brood all day
and be even more fearful tomorrow. She changed him and ordered him to get dressed.
He slowly got up and put on his loosest fitting pants. (This was a mistake. Had
he chosen tight fitting pants his disposables would have made much less noise.)
He made his way downstairs for breakfast where he once again begged not to be
sent to school. His parents tried to have him see reason—he would have to face
this sooner or later, and, in their opinion, the sooner the better.
“Now, about the supplies you’ll need at
school…” his mom began.
“I’ll take care of them myself,” Terry
interrupted. “I don’t want anybody to know.”
“Honey,” his mom said sympathetically,
“you’ll need a place to store your extra… things and somewhere to go to
change.”
“I know,” he said dejectedly. But, I’ll
take care of it myself…. please!” he begged.
His parents looked at each other and
reluctantly agreed. They thought he was making a mistake but he was already so
distraught they didn’t want to add to his anguish. He left for school a few
minutes later with four disposables and a travel pack of wipes inside his
backpack. He lived within a half-mile of the school so he wasn’t eligible for
bus service. He met up with two of his usual friends, Andy and Jared. He began
to relax when they didn’t act any differently than usual. As far as they were
concerned, this was just a normal Monday morning.
Terry’s first scare happened when the class
was working independently on a math practice sheet. The room was very quiet as
the students concentrated on their work. Their teacher allowed them to approach
her desk and ask questions if they needed help. Terry was confused about what
to do with number seventeen. As he started to get out of his seat, his diaper
crinkled loudly. He immediately sat down again, accompanied by another loud
crinkle.
“Is someone opening a candy wrapper?” his
teacher questioned.
Naturally, there was no answer. Terry
looked around the room trying to determine if anyone had figured out where the
noise had come from. His eyes locked with Trevor Calewell’s for about three or
four seconds. Trevor was smiling at him, Terry became very uncomfortable and
wondered if Trevor knew. His heart started pounding furiously. Finally, Trevor
lowered his eyes and continued working on his paper. Terry felt relieved. For
the rest of the morning Terry kept an eye on Trevor but Trevor didn’t seem to
be taking any special interest in him. Terry was doubly relieved.
By lunchtime, Terry knew that he had to
take care of his diaper. He told Andy and Jared that he would meet them in the
cafeteria in a few minutes. He went into a stall in the boys’ bathroom and
waited until he was sure that everyone had left. He quickly lowered his pants,
took off the diaper, and rolled it up for disposal. He wiped his diaper area
clean and taped on a new diaper. The whole operation had taken less than a
minute. He smiled to himself that he had gotten away with it. He exited the
stall and stopped dead in his tracks. Trevor was standing at a sink, ready to
wash his hands. He hid the diaper he was about to throw away behind his back.
How long had Trevor been in the bathroom? How come he hadn’t heard him enter?
“You OK?” Trevor asked in a neutral voice.
“Yeah, why?” Terry answered with a catch in
his throat.
“Nothing,” Trevor answered wiping his hands
and exiting the bathroom.
This time, Terry was very scared that
Trevor knew something about his diapers. He was so shaken that he almost walked
out of the bathroom without washing his hands… and without throwing the diaper
away!
*****
After school, Jared and Andy said that they
wanted to audition for the school play. They tried to talk Terry into going
with them but he declined. He was about halfway home when he heard footsteps
behind him. It was Trevor.
“Wait up a second,” Trevor hailed.
Terry stopped despite his strong foreboding
of imminent disaster.
“You know, you’ll never get away with
hiding your noisy diapers…”
“D-d-diapers? What diapers. You’re crazy,”
Terry answered.
Without waiting for a response, he ran all
the way back to his house. His heart was once again pounding furiously, and not
because of the running he had done. All that night and for the next three days,
Terry worried about what Trevor might do next; the fact that nothing was
happening was even more troublesome. His parents noticed his extreme anxiety
but put it down to his concern about their upcoming appointment with Dr.
Phalps.
The appointment was rather anticlimactic.
Dr. Phalps confirmed all their worst fears. Terry would probably never regain
total control of his bladder. However, she would start him on a program of
therapy and medication that she thought would help mitigate the worst symptoms.
She was very sorry that she couldn’t do more. Terry left the office no worse
than he had entered it. He had been fully preparing himself for these results.
They got home and found a message from
Trevor on the answering machine, asking Terry to call him about something
important. Terry’s parents were shocked and annoyed when he said that he
wouldn’t answer the message.
“Terry, that’s very rude of you,” his
mother scolded him.
“But I’m going to see him in school tomorrow!”
Terry whined.
“I’m sure that Trevor knew that, too, when
he called. He said it was important—now get on that phone and call him.”
Terry dialed the number that Trevor had
left. On the third ring, Trevor hoped that no one was home.
“Hello,” Trevor said picking up the phone.
Terry’s heart sank.
“Hi. This is Terry.”
“Hi,” Trevor answered in a friendly voice.
“Look, I’m sorry that I scared you the other day. I didn’t mean to. We need to
talk. Can you come to my house after school tomorrow?”
“Talk about what?”
“You know what about,” Trevor said firmly.
Terry was near panic. He didn’t know what
to say.
“Well?” Trevor insisted.
“I think I’m going somewhere tomorrow,”
Terry lied.
Terry didn’t know that his mom was
listening to the conversation.
“What does Trevor want?” she asked.
Terry was taken off guard and told the
truth.
“Trevor wants me to go to his house after
school tomorrow,” he said.
“And to stay for dinner,” Trevor added over
the phone.
“And to stay for dinner,” Terry repeated.
“Is Trevor a friend of yours?”
“He’s in my class.”
“Where does he live?”
“On Spruce, between Baker and Edlin,”
Trevor (who obviously could hear Terry’s mom speaking) answered.
Terry felt control of the situation
slipping away from him as he repeated Trevor’s address to his mom.
“How nice,” she said. “I think that you
ought to go.”
“Great,” Trevor answered before Terry could
object. “I’ll tell my mom right away. Thanks. Bye.”
Terry was completely flummoxed. What did
Trevor want from him? Why had he sounded so nice? Was Trevor setting
some kind of elaborate trap? Terry was so wound up that he expected to lie
awake all night wondering about it. However, at bedtime, his mom asked him to
take to a pill that she said was part of his therapy. Actually, it was a mild
sedative that Dr. Phalps had prescribed when Terry’s mom had informed her about
his agitated state. He fell asleep quickly and woke up refreshed.
*****
Trevor’s behavior in school didn’t do much
to reassure Terry. Trevor had approached him at the very beginning of class and
quietly asked if he was still coming to his house that afternoon. Terry
confirmed that he was and Trevor ignored him for the rest of the day. Was
Trevor trying to keep his visit a secret? If so, why? Was he going to demand
blackmail for keeping quiet about his diapers? How would he react if Trevor
tried that? Would he tell Andy and Jared about the diapers before Trevor did?
The final bell of the day rang. Terry was
relieved that Andy and Jared were busy with the play again. At least he
wouldn’t have to make up excuses as to why he wouldn’t be walking home with
them. He met Trevor on the sidewalk in front of school. They walked silently
for about half a block.
“You’re not going to run away if I say
something are you?” Trevor asked.
“What are you going to say?” Terry asked
nervously.
“I was going to say that I can hear your
diaper crinkling even out here,”
Terry didn’t know how to answer. He
certainly wasn’t going to run away or cry.
“Oh,” was all he could manage.
They walked the rest of the way in silence.
“Mom, I’m home,” Trevor called. “Terry is
with me.”
This was a surprise. Terry had thought that
they would be alone when Trevor lowered the boom on him.
“Hello. Welcome to our home,” Mrs. Calewell
said cheerily. “I know that Trevor is very happy that you could come
today.”
I’ll bet he is, Terry thought
gloomily. He returned Mrs. Calewell’s greeting as sincerely as he could.
“Come on. Let’s go to my room and get rid
of our stuff,” Trevor said.
“And don’t forget to change,” Mrs. Calewell
added.
“Yes, mom,” Trevor said rolling his eyes
and making a face.
In spite of his nervousness, Terry giggled.
“I don’t know about you,” Trevor said
entering his room, “but I could really use a dry diaper.”
Trevor undid his belt and let him pants
fall to the floor to expose a thoroughly soaked cloth diaper and a pair of
semi-transparent white plastic pants. Terry was terrified.
“What are you doing?” he screeched.
“I’m going to change my diaper.”
“Are you making fun of me? Terry asked,
tears pooling in his eyes.
“No, really… look,” Trevor said.
He opened his closet to reveal shelves
stacked with diapers and plastic pants.
“But… what are those?” Terry asked in
confusion.
“My supply of diapers and plastic pants,”
Trevor explained. “I’ve had to wear them ever since I was five and got hit by a
bus.”
“I didn’t know you wore diapers!” Terry
said in amazement.
“That’s kind of what I’ve been trying to
tell you all week. You’ll never keep your diapers a secret if you continue to
wear those noisy disposables.”
Terry was still speechless. His eyes were
riveted on the diapers and plastic pants. Comprehension suddenly came to him.
“You think I should wear cloth diapers like
you do?” he asked.
“Well, yeah,” Trevor answered. “I’ve gotten
away with it without anyone suspecting a thing.”
“How come you noticed what I was wearing
and nobody else did?” Terry wondered.
“Because I have to wear disposables
sometimes, too— like when we’re on vacation. My mom doesn’t want to have to
find laundromats everywhere we go. I knew exactly what that noise was in the
classroom as soon as I heard it.”
“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” Terry
answered.
“Do you want to try one now?” Trevor asked.
“One of yours?” Terry asked in amazement.
“Of course, one of mine,” Trevor said
semi-sarcastically.
“I meant, what will your mom think?”
“My mom knows why you’re here. In fact, it
was my mom and dad’s idea that you come over today.”
“Your parents know about my diapers!” Terry
exclaimed in distress.
“Well, of course. They thought that if you
tried some of my diapers you would be more comfortable in school,” he
explained.
Terry was both embarrassed and fascinated.
Having quieter diapers to wear sounded very appealing.
“OK,” Terry agreed, “but I don’t know how
to put it on.”
“That’s OK. I’ll do it for you,” Trevor
said excitedly.
He laid a changing pad on the bed and then
retrieved a diaper, plastic pants, pins, and baby powder from the closet.
“That looks awfully thick,” Terry observed
as Trevor laid the diaper on the changing pad.
“Yeah, it’s thicker than my school diapers.
They’re better to wear at home because I can get away with fewer changes. Don’t
worry. I’ll be putting one of these on in a minute, too. Now take off your
pants and diaper.”
Terry complied and also cleaned his diaper
area off with a wipe. He suddenly became shy and felt himself blush as he
climbed onto the changing pad. He jumped when Trevor adjusted the diaper under
him.
“Relax,” he encouraged Terry, “I won’t hurt
you.”
He sprinkled powder on Terry’s front and
back area and pinned the diaper on with two pins on each side.
“Wow, this diaper really is thick and it
comes up so high!” Terry said in a worried voice.
“These are nothing compared to my nighttime
diapers. They’re a lot thicker and they go up even higher on my stomach and
back. I have to use six pins on them,” Trevor explained.
“Wow,” Terry answered.
He started to get up but Trevor stopped
him.
“Wait, you need your plastic pants.”
Trevor expertly guided them into place and
checked to make sure that the entire diaper was encased inside the plastic
pants.
“Now you can get up,” he said.
Terry was amazed by the bulk of the diaper
but happy that the plastic pants only made light rustling sounds.
“Your school diapers are going to be a lot
thinner than these,” Trevor said matter-of-factly, as if it was already decided
that Terry would switch to cloth diapers and plastic pants. “Now it’s my turn
to change.”
Trevor was very quick, even considering the
time he took to show Terry how he used the wall as an ‘extra hand’ when
changing his own diapers standing up. There was a knock at the door.
“It’s me,” Mrs. Calewell said. “Can I come
in?”
“Yeah, we’re decent,” Trevor answered with
a smirk.
Mrs. Calewell entered before Terry could
get to his pants. His faced flushed with embarrassment.
“Those seem to fit very well,” she said to
Terry. “What do you think?”
“I… I… I guess they’re OK,” Terry
stammered.
“I suppose you do need more time to
think about it,” Mrs. Calewell answered. “Right now, though, I’ve prepared a
snack for you in the kitchen… if you want it, that is.”
“Come on, let’s go!” Trevor exclaimed,
exiting the room in just his diaper and plastic pants.
Terry looked toward Mrs. Calewell.
“I guess Trevor didn’t tell you that he
only wears his diapers and plastic pants around the house. You can put your
pants back on if you want to, although your pants will probably feel awfully
tight and uncomfortable.” (She hadn’t noticed how baggy his pants were.)
“Come on, where are you?” Trevor called
from the kitchen.
Terry made a decision and walked out of the
room without his pants. He and Trevor spent the next couple of hours playing
computer games and watching TV.
“What time does your dad get home?” Terry
asked.
“Probably in a few minutes,” Trevor
answered.
“Should I go put my pants on?”
“Why? He won’t expect you to, and neither
will my sisters.”
“Sisters! You have sisters!”
“Relax,” Trevor said. “They’re not home
tonight. My mom and dad suggested that they stay away so that you and I can get
better acquainted.”
Mr. Calewell arrived just at the time
Trevor had predicted. Also, just as Trevor had predicted, he didn’t beat an
eyelash over the way Terry was dressed. Dinner was a simple, but pleasant,
affair. Afterwards, Trevor and Terry went up to Trevor’s room.
“So, have you made up your mind?” Trevor
asked.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Terry answered with a
smile. “I like how quiet these cloth diapers and plastic pants are compared to
the disposables I’ve been wearing.”
“Great. Let me get you set up with a supply
you can use until your parents order you your own.”
“If they let me wear cloth diapers
and plastic pants,” Terry corrected him.
“Of course they’re going to let you. My mom
has already talked to your mom and dad. All you have to do is let them know
what you want.”
“Really?” Terry said in amazement. “When
did she talk to them?”
“Last night, I think. After I talked to
you.”
“You mean they knew about all this and they
didn’t tell me!” Terry said in a hurt voice.
“Would you have believed them if they had
told you?” Trevor asked.
“Yes… I mean, maybe… I don’t know,” Terry
conceded.
“Alright then, quit complaining and help me
get your diaper and plastic pants supply ready. Do you want nighttime diapers,
too?”
“Of course!” a very excited Terry answered.
“I can’t wait to try them!”
By the time they were finished, Trevor had
set aside ten ‘school’ diapers, ten ‘home’ diapers, and six nighttime diapers,
plus the appropriately sized plastic pants for each.
“Uhhh, do you really wear those?” Terry
asked pointing to the stack of nighttime plastic pants.
Trevor blushed.
“I have to. They’re the only ones big
enough to fit over my nighttime diapers.”
Trevor knew that Terry wasn’t asking about
their size; he was asking about their style. They were semi-transparent yellow,
blue, or green pants—all imprinted with various babyish looking figures. Trevor
blushed even more under Terry’s uninterrupted gaze.
“It’s kind of hard to explain. I, uh… I …
asked my parents to get them for me,” he blurted out.
“You did? Really?” Terry asked
incredulously.
Trevor felt himself get hotter in the face
as he became even more embarrassed.
“Yeah. You see, all day long I take care of
my own diaper changes but, at night and in the morning, my parents diaper me. I
actually kind of like the extra attention. I don’t know—it kind of makes me
feel like a little kid again. These plastic pants kind of fit how I feel when
they get me ready for bed.”
Trevor stopped and looked carefully at
Terry to try to read his reaction. Terry picked up the topmost pant and looked
at it. It was green and covered with toy cars, airplanes and trains. The
corners of his mouth curved up into a slight smile.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I kind of
see your point.”
Trevor wondered how Terry would react to
what he was going to show him next.
“There is one other thing. Do you wear
pajamas at night?” Trevor asked.
“Yeah. My mom makes me. Why?”
“I bet that the pajamas you normally wear
won’t fit over these thick nighttime diapers.”
“No, I guess not. What do you do?” Terry
asked.
Instead of answering, Trevor asked a
question of his own.
“What’s your favorite color? Blue, green,
or yellow?”
“Green, I guess,” Terry answered
hesitantly.
Trevor opened a dresser drawer and removed
what appeared to be a light green pair of pajamas.
“Even if you buy bigger pajamas, you’re
going to find out that it’s impossible to keep your pajama bottoms from sliding
down because the plastic pants are so slippery. That’s why I wear this kind.”
He let the pajamas fall open to show that
he was actually holding a one-piece sleeper (but without ‘feet’). Terry was
shocked. Even his three-year old cousin had stopped wearing sleepers.
“These are for summertime. My winter
sleepers are made of heavier material.”
(Also, his winter sleepers were ‘footed’
but Trevor didn’t want to get into that.)
“You wear sleepers every night over your
diapers?” Terry asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Trevor answered timidly, still
unsure how to read Terry’s reaction.
“Then, I guess I’ll have to wear them,
too.” Terry said. “I mean, I’m sure my mom won’t let me go to bed without
pajamas.”
There was something about the way that
Terry said it that made Trevor hope that Terry was actually intrigued by the
prospect of his mom making him wear sleepers. Trevor hoped so. He really liked
having his parents zip him into his sleeper every night. It made him feel so
safe and secure. He wanted Terry to feel the same way each night as he went to
bed.
“But, do you have enough stuff left for
yourself?” Terry asked seriously.
“Are you kidding?” Trevor laughed. “I’ve
got just as many left as I’ve given you. Plus, if I think I’ll run out, I can
go over to my grandparents’ houses or to my aunt and uncle’s and take back some
of the stuff I’ve got stored there. I’ve got diapers and plastic pants all over
the city,” he giggled.
Terry laughed, too.
“How will we get all this stuff to my
house?” Terry wondered.
“I’ll get some bags or something,” Trevor
said. “Here, fold this back up,” he said as he handed the sleeper to Terry.
Terry was surprised at how soft and the
light the fabric felt. He folded it up and placed it on the bed with the other
things. His eyes were drawn back to the babyish nighttime pants. He picked up a
yellow pair. They were covered with brown teddy bears, very similar in
appearance to his childhood teddy bear. He suddenly remembered that when he was
four or five his parents used to diaper the teddy bear every night when they
diapered him. Did they actually use a new disposable diaper on the teddy
bear every night? he wondered. He smiled at the memory. His thoughts were
interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. He hurriedly put the
pants back and waited.
“My mom got some boxes for us to use. My
dad says we’ll drive you home when you’re ready to leave.”
It only took a few seconds for them to fill
the two large boxes. Terry was uneasy that Trevor had put the colored baby pants
at the top of one of the boxes. He would like to have hidden them, but he
didn’t get the chance.
“Let’s bring these downstairs,” Trevor
said. “You don’t have to leave right away, do you?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Terry answered.
“Usually my mom and dad let me stay out until at 9:30, and sometimes 10:00, on
Friday nights.”
“Cool,” Trevor exclaimed.
They decided to go to the den to watch TV.
During a commercial break Trevor asked Terry if he had ever gone on a
sleepover.
“Yeah,” Terry answered with a little
sadness, “my friends Andy and Jarrod used to have sleepovers, especially around
their birthdays. I guess I won’t be doing that anymore.”
“I’ve never been on one,” Trevor answered
glumly. “I’m afraid of what might happen if the other kids find out about my
diapers.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean,” Terry
shivered.
They sighed in unison.
“I don’t know what you guys are so sad
about,” Mr. Calewell said from behind them. “You can go on sleepovers if you
want to.”
“Get real, dad,” Trevor objected. “No we
can’t. The other kids would laugh at us.”
“I don’t agree that that’s true, but that
isn’t what I’m talking about. I’m thinking that you guys can always have
sleepovers with each other.”
The boys felt stupid to have missed
something so obvious.
“Can we have a sleepover tonight?” Trevor
asked excitedly.
“Whoa! Hold your horses! I think that Terry
and his parents have a lot to talk about tonight, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Trevor said
disappointed. “But what about tomorrow night? What do you think, Terry? Do you want
to have a sleepover tomorrow? Please say yes,” Trevor practically begged.
“OK,” Terry agreed happily. “But, I’ll have
to ask my parents.”
“Please ask them! Please!” Trevor pleaded.
“It’ll be OK, won’t it, dad?”
“I think so. Your mom will have the final
word, though.”
Trevor ran to the living room where his mom
was reading. She had overheard the conversation and anticipated his request by
telling him that he could have the sleepover. He came back to the den to give
Terry the good news.
“Can you call your mom and dad now and
ask?” Trevor wondered.
“I don’t know,” Terry answered honestly.
“Sometimes they say no if they think I’m trying to force them into a decision.
Maybe it’ll be better if I ask them after I get home. OK?”
“OK,” Trevor agreed with a measure of
disappointment.
They watched another hour of TV, all the
while talking about what they were going to do on their sleepover. When it was
time for Terry to leave, Mrs. Calewell handed him a note.
“This is a list of the sites on the
internet where we order Trevor’s supplies. I told your mom that I would send it
over with you tonight… Are you sure that Terry has everything that he’ll need?”
she asked Trevor.
“I think so,” he answered.
“Do you have baby powder at home?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Terry answered a little
embarrassed.
“How about diaper pins?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Did you include any with the diapers?”
Mrs. Calewell asked Trevor.
“Uh, no, I forgot,” he admitted.
She put a brand new card containing a dozen
pins in with the diapers. Mr. Calewell and Trevor drove Terry home at 9:30. The
Aldersens expected Terry to come home with some diapering supplies to try out
but they were overwhelmed by the amount that the Calewells were allowing him to
take.
“Oh, my goodness,” Mrs. Aldersen exclaimed,
“surely we’re taking too many of your things!”
“Not at all,” Mr. Calewell explained,
“Trevor has plenty more. This amount is just what Terry needs to get started.
Believe me, there’s absolutely no need to rush these things back to us.”
“Well, thank you, very much,” Mrs. Aldersen
responded. “I guess the only thing we need to do now is learn how to put these
on properly.”
“It’s really not that hard,” Mr. Calewell
said. “You’ll find that they’re much thicker than disposables and that they
rise much higher. We find that four pins for the daytime ones is just right
and, because the nighttime diapers are considerably higher-rising, it takes six
pins to fasten them securely.”
“Terry, would you mind if Mr. Calewell
showed us how to properly diaper you?” Mr. Aldersen asked.
“No,” he answered simply.
“OK,” his dad directed, “go take your
shower. We’ll be waiting in your room.”
It took a couple of seconds for his dad’s
words to sink in. He had just agreed to let himself be diapered in front of
Trevor and Mr. Calewell!
“Don’t just stand there,” his mom coaxed.
“Get a move on! Mr. Calewell doesn’t have all night.”
Terry nervously showered and then went to
his room. His changing pad was already laid out on the bed, covered by a big
nighttime diaper. He was very embarrassed to see that the yellow plastic pants
with the teddy bears and the green sleeper were also laying on the bed. He
wondered if his parents had said anything to Trevor and Mr. Calewell about the
juvenile attire.
“Ah, there you are,” his dad said. “Take
the towel off and let’s get started.”
He was numb with embarrassment as he
unwrapped his towel. He was taken by surprise when his dad picked him up under
the arms and laid him on the diaper.
“I think he’s too high up,” Mr. Calewell
pointed out.
His dad pulled him down and picked up the
powder and began sprinkling it on his front.
“The diaper is going to cover a much larger
area than his disposables ever did. You’ll need more powder, at least up to
here,” Mr. Calewell said, pointing to an area two inches above his navel.
Mr. Aldersen rubbed the powder in and then
told Terry to roll over. He repeated the process on Terry’s backside. Once
Terry was back into his original position, Mr. Aldersen pulled the diaper up
between his legs. It felt so thick and huge! Mr. Calewell directed Mr. Aldersen
to snugly fasten the top pins on each side first, followed by the bottom pins.
“The trickiest part,” he concluded, “is
fastening the middle pins. You have to be careful not to poke your son with the
sharp point.”
“I’ll say,” Trevor chimed in. “That really
hurts!”
“You don’t have to make it sound like it
happens every day!” his dad teased.
Now that he was pinned into the diaper,
Terry started to relax.
“Now for the plastic pants,” Mr. Calewell
said. “I’m sure that you know that it’s important to check that all of the
diaper is securely covered. Any material that isn’t completely inside his
plastic pants will wick wetness out to his sleeper and bedding.”
“I didn’t know that,” Mr. Aldersen said,
“but it makes sense.”
Mr. Aldersen took a lot of time to check
the leg openings and waistband of Terry’s plastic pants.
“You’ll get much faster at it once you’ve
had practice,” Mr. Calewell observed. “The last part is the easiest—the
sleeper.”
Terry’s mom had already picked it up and
unzipped it. Terry noticed that the zipper didn’t stop at the waist but went
almost all the way down to the ankle of the left leg. Mr. Aldersen guided his
right leg and then his left into the sleeper. He asked Terry to lift up and
inserted his arms into the sleeves. One quick zip and Terry was ready for the
night. Trevor giggled when Terry practically fell over when he stood up.
“It takes a little time to get used to
those thick diapers,” Mr. Calewell observed.
Terry was astonished by the huge bulk of
material between his legs. He took a couple of cautious steps. Instead of being
embarrassed by the situation, he actually found it comforting. Not even the
loud rustling of the plastic pants bothered him and, to the contrary, he
smiled. His parents looked at each other and were astonished, too. Was this the
same boy who, for the last several days, had been moping around the house,
depressed by his need for diapers?
“Honey,” Mrs. Aldersen said, “I’ve cleared
some room in your dresser for your new things. Would you please put as many of
them away as you can? Whatever doesn’t fit can go into the linen closet for the
time being.” Then, turning to Mr. Calewell, she added, “Would you have a moment
to go over the list that your wife made up?”
The adults left the room. Terry became
uncomfortable over the way Trevor was staring at him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sorry,” Trevor apologized. “I’ve never
seen anybody else who was my age wearing nighttime diapers. I always wondered
what I looked like.”
“Do I look really stupid?” Terry asked with
concern.
“No!” Trevor reassured him.
What Trevor didn’t say was that Terry
looked just like a toddler. Personally, Trevor liked imagining himself as a
little kid but he didn’t want to risk telling Terry.
“Do you want me to help you put your stuff
away?” he asked to change the subject.
Terry opened the top drawer of his dresser
and noticed that all his underpants and pajamas were gone. He said as much to
Trevor.
“Why would you want to keep them around if
you can’t use them anymore?” Trevor asked.
“I guess you’re right,” Terry said with a
note of regret.
Meanwhile, in the den, Mr. and Mrs.
Aldersen were thanking Mr. Calewell for everything that he and his wife had
done. They still hadn’t gotten over how quickly Terry had changed.
“My wife and I did very little, really. It
was Trevor who noticed that Terry was in trouble. The only thing we did was to
advise him on how to approach your son, on how to let him know that he had a
friend who wanted to help him. But don’t think that this is a one-way street.
Trevor has also been changed by this experience. He has always been terrified
of having anyone find out that he needs to wear diapers. Today was the first
day that he ever allowed another kid to know about his diapers. My wife and I
are extremely grateful that he now knows someone his own age with the same
needs. I was astonished when I came home to find Trevor and Terry comfortable
enough with each other to go around the house in just their diapers and plastic
pants, acting as if they had known each other for years.”
“Terry did what?” Mrs. Aldersen
exclaimed.
“I should explain,” Mr. Calewell quickly
added, “that Trevor doesn’t normally wear pants around the house when the
family is alone. What I’m trying to say is that Trevor must really trust Terry
if he was willing to do that in front of him.”
“And vice-versa!” Mr. Aldersen said in
amazement.
The boys finished putting away the diapers
and plastic pants. They joined their parents in the den.
“Should we take the boxes home?” Trevor
asked his dad.
“That’s a good idea. We don’t need to
burden the Aldersen’s with more trash and I don’t know if mom plans on using
them for something else… Well, good night. It was a pleasure meeting you. I
hope that my wife and I can get together with you real soon,” Mr. Calewell said
to the Aldersens.
“It would be a pleasure, I assure you,”
Mrs. Aldersen answered. “Thank you so much for everything.”
“Good night,” Trevor said to Terry and his
parents. Then, almost as an afterthought he added, “Are you going to ask your
parents now?”
“Trevor, don’t push it,” his dad warned.
“Ask us what?” Mrs. Aldersen questioned.
“He wants me to ask if I can go over to his
house for a sleepover tomorrow night,” Terry explained.
“I don’t know, honey,” Mrs. Aldersen
replied. “I think you’ve imposed enough on Trevor’s parents.”
“Not at all,” Mr. Calewell interrupted. “It
would be no trouble at all. Besides, this is the first time that Trevor has
ever asked a friend to sleep over.”
“Well, in that case,” Mrs. Aldersen
relented, “I guess it would be alright. But… you still have your chores to do
in the morning… and, you won’t leave here until all your homework is done,
too.”
“Cool!” Trevor exclaimed. “When do you
think you’ll come over?”
“Probably around one o’clock,” Terry’s mom
answered, “… if he’s finished with all his work,” she emphasized.
“By the way,” Mr. Calewell added, “there’s
no need to send him over with extra diapers. I’m sure we can handle all his
needs from Trevor’s supply.”
After another round of good nights, Trevor
and his dad left.
“You and Trevor seem to be getting along
really well,” Terry’s dad observed.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he answered. “I can
hardly believe that he’s been wearing diapers for so long.”
Terry related the story of how Trevor had
gotten hit by a bus at the age of five and that he had been in diapers and
plastic pants ever since.
“I hope you see the lesson here,” his mom
observed.
“What lesson?” Terry wondered.
“Trevor’s been wearing diapers for five or
six years and no one has ever suspected a thing. I hope you’ll stop worrying
that your friends are going to automatically find out about yours.”
“I guess you’re right,” Terry conceded
reluctantly. “At least the ‘school’ diapers and plastic pants are really quiet…
You’re going to let me get my own, aren’t you?” he added with concern.
“Of course we are, honey. Tomorrow, we’ll
order everything you’ll need.”
Terry and his dad went to the den to watch
TV. By 11:00, Terry was sound asleep. His mother came into the room to tell
Terry it was past his bedtime.
“Don’t wake him up,” his dad said. “I’ll
carry him.”
“OK,” his mom agreed, “I’ll turn his bed
down. You know,” she observed on the way to Terry’s room, “I thought I would
have to give him another sedative. I can’t believe how much more relaxed he is
tonight. I guess we should be grateful to Trevor for introducing him to cloth
diapers.”
“I know,” his dad concurred, “I was
absolutely dumbfounded that Terry agreed to be diapered and dressed in these
baby pants and sleeper. I thought he would have a terrible time getting used to
them. But, here he is sleeping… like a baby. I hope the little guy has found a
measure of peace and will stop obsessing over having to wear diapers,” his dad
said with genuine emotion.
“I hope so, too,” Mrs. Aldersen added.
*****
The next morning Terry woke up early. He
felt relaxed… and wet, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he was happy. He let his
hands travel down his sleeper. Once again, he was impressed by the softness of
the material. He smiled slightly when he felt his plastic pants beneath the
fabric. They crinkled noticeably as he pressed down on them. He suddenly felt
self-conscious and guilty. He was supposed to be a ‘big boy’ and ‘big boys’
didn’t need to wear diapers, much less yellow plastic pants with teddy bears on
them! Still, he had been happy ever since Trevor shared with him his longtime
need for diapers. Trevor didn’t seem to worry about it. Why should he? On the
other hand, what about his other friends? What would Andy and Jarrod say if
they knew about his diapers, especially his nighttime wear?
His parents weren’t up yet and he wondered
what he should do. He usually got dressed before going downstairs. Today, he
really wanted to stay as he was. Last night, when he and Trevor were getting
his diapers and plastic pants ready, Trevor mentioned that he took care of his
own diaper changes during the day but that he really enjoyed his parents taking
care of him at night and in the morning. Terry wanted this, too. He put
on a pair of clean athletic socks and headed for the kitchen to find something
to eat.
On the way there, he detoured through the
living room to take a look at himself in the big mirror. He once again felt an
odd mixture of self-consciousness and excitement. Trevor had risen to the
status of hero in his eyes. They had each been forced into wearing diapers for
the rest of their lives and Trevor had not only accepted it, he had made a game
out of it. Surprisingly, Terry was discovering that he was enjoying the game,
too. He was looking forward to being changed by his parents every night and morning;
he would be very disappointed if he had to do it himself. Even the crinkly baby
pants made him happy, even though he couldn’t figure out why. He particularly
liked how (in the case of what he was wearing this morning) the teddy bears
were visible through the thin material of his sleeper. But, he shuddered at
what might happen if Andy and Jarrod found out. In the very least, he would be
mocked and humiliated. What if they completely shut him out or told everyone
else? He took comfort in the knowledge that Trevor had already been successful
in hiding his diaper wearing for many years.
Terry was spread out on the floor watching
a DVD when his mom came downstairs.
“Couldn’t sleep, honey?” she asked.
“I slept fine,” he answered. “It’s you and
dad who slept late,” he giggled
Glancing at the clock, she had to agree.
“You haven’t gotten dressed yet?”
“Uh, no” Terry admitted. “I … I … uh wasn’t
sure if I was supposed to. You know, because dad put my diaper on… and
everything.”
Mrs. Calewell had spoken to Terry’s mom
about Trevor’s apparent love of being diapered at night and in the morning.
Even though Trevor had never said anything to them about it, it had become
obvious how attached he was to this treatment. She had counseled Mrs. Aldersen
to ‘go with the flow’ with whatever Terry seemed to be asking for.
“I understand. I’ll get my coffee and then
I’ll change you into a fresh diaper. OK?”
“OK,” he agreed.
He smiled broadly the whole time he waited
for his mom to come back. And his mom smiled, too. She was happy for him. He
had been so miserable over the last month that, up until last night, she had
feared he would need counseling to help overcome his depression. She also had a
secret reason for being happy—a reason that made her feel a little bit ashamed.
She had always wanted another child. She loved caring for infants—the baby
clothes, the smell of baby powder, the rustling noises of diapers and plastic
pants— all these things gave her joy. She hoped that she had been successful in
hiding her ecstasy when Terry had asked her to diaper him. She was going to
enjoy the nighttime and morning diaper changes every bit as much as him.
Neither of them was disappointed. Terry
loved how his mom got him out of his sleeper, plastic pants, and diaper. She
even took the opportunity to tickle him when she was pinning on the new diaper.
He giggled genuinely and without embarrassment. She was thrilled that he chose
to only put on a shirt and socks to do his chores. She hoped that this signaled
his intention of going around in just his diapers at home.
Terry was so looking forward to the
sleepover that he finished his chores and homework, and had gotten his things
ready, by 11:00. Naturally, his mother wouldn’t let him go over that early.
“But why not?” he complained.
“Because you can’t just invite yourself to
lunch. They’re expecting you at 1:00. So, instead of complaining about it, why
don’t you help me go online and order your diaper supplies?”
“Shopping! Do I have to?” he complained.
“Well, no, you don’t have to” his
mom answered. “I just thought you’d like to see what you’ll be getting.
“I don’t need to see,” he whined, “as long
as it’s just like what Trevor has.
“OK,” she agreed, “but you’ve just lost the
right to complain later on. Understood?”
“Yeah, I understand,” he answered as he ran
up the stairs to his room.
His mom called him down for lunch an hour
later. As soon as lunch was over he was ready to go.
“Can we go now?” he asked anxiously.
His dad, who was supposed to drive him to
Trevor’s house, answered, “Sure. But aren’t you going to put your pants on
first?”
“Of course I am!” Terry answered
impatiently.
However, the truth was that he had
completely forgotten that he wasn’t wearing his pants. Boy, would Trevor
have been mad if I showed up at his house like this! he thought. And,
what if I forget when Andy or Jarrod come over? He trembled at the very
idea of it.
*****
Trevor was as even more excited about the
sleepover than Terry. He had been impatient and testy all morning. He couldn’t
concentrate on anything and it was only his parents’ threats to cancel the
sleepover that got him to finish his chores and homework. He saw Terry drive up
with his dad and he ran downstairs to greet them at the door. This took his
parents by surprise since he always shrank away from open doors and windows
when he wearing only his diapers and plastic pants.
“Hi!” he screamed excitedly, “let’s bring
your stuff up to my room then we can start having fun!”
“Well,” Mr. Aldersen said sardonically, “I
guess I don’t have to worry about Terry not feeling welcomed.”
Mr. Calewell laughed. “I’m sorry about
Trevor’s manners. He knows better than to run away like that without greeting a
guest.”
“It’s nothing, really. You didn’t exactly
see my son greeting you effusively either!”
“They are excited, aren’t they?” Mr.
Calewell said stating the obvious. “Oh, before I forget, there is one thing I
need to ask. At what time may we bring Terry home? Would seven or eight o’clock
tomorrow night be too late?”
“No, no… that would be fine. But you don’t
have to put up with him all day tomorrow. Feel free to end the sleepover in
mid-afternoon if you want.”
“I don’t think we can do that,” Mrs.
Calewell said, joining the conversation for the first time. “We promised Trevor
that if he behaved we would allow Terry to stay through dinner tomorrow… if you
said it was OK.”
“In that case, it’s OK with me… as long as
Terry also behaves.”
Trevor told Terry to put down his stuff in
the corner of the room. There was a pregnant pause as the boys looked at each
other.
“Did you wear your pants at home this
morning?” Trevor asked.
“Uh, no,” Terry answered.
He kicked his shoes off and began
unbuckling his pants.
“But, what are you wearing?” he asked
Trevor.
“Well, uh, you see, I loaned you all my
white ‘home’ diapers,” he explained. “My parents got me these after I started
wearing the plastic baby pants at night.”
Terry couldn’t believe that his friend was
wearing a baby-print diaper under his nearly transparent plastic pants. He
wasn’t sure, but it looked like it was imprinted with baby blocks.
“You’re not mad are you?” Trevor asked in a
worried voice.
“Uh, no. I… uh…” Terry responded.
In fact, Terry didn’t know what to say. He
wasn’t upset about them; he was just surprised. “”Does this mean that I’ll have
to wear diapers like that, too, while I’m here?”
“Yeah, I guess so. They’re all I’ve got
left.”
“OK,” Terry answered with a shrug. “I guess
it’s OK… if you’re going to wear them, too, I mean.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll be wearing them,” Trevor
answered with a broad smile.
Trevor was relieved. He hadn’t really
planned things this way when he loaned Terry the white ‘home’ diapers. It was a
surprise to him this morning to find out that there were no white ones left. He
had simply lost track of the fact most of his ‘home’ diapers were baby-print.
If he had dared tell Terry the truth, he would have admitted that he much
preferred wearing baby-print diapers to plain white ones. Maybe he felt more
secure in them because they were thicker and higher rising.
“I’ve got some movies picked out for us. Do
you want to watch one now?” Trevor asked.
Terry agreed but, when they got to the den,
they found out that Mrs. Calewell wanted them to play outside.
“Aw, gee, mom. How come?” Trevor protested.
“Because it’s a beautiful day and you
should be outside enjoying the fresh air,” she answered.
The real reason (that she didn’t mention
for obvious reasons) was that she wanted them to get plenty of physical
activity so that they would sleep that night. The last thing she wanted was
overactive boys at 2:00AM. The boys went upstairs to put their pants back on.
“So, what are we going to do?” Terry asked.
“How about throwing a ball around the
backyard?”
They went out and played for a half-hour
and got bored. They sat down against the back fence and talked.
“Have you ever been mad at yourself because
you have to wear diapers?” Terry asked.
“Why would I be mad at myself for that?”
Trevor responded.
“I don’t know,” Terry continued, “maybe mad
is the wrong word. Don’t you ever feel like screaming at somebody because of
it?”
“Oh, well… I don’t know… sometimes I get
scared. Is that what you mean?”
“I don’t know, maybe,” Terry said, tears
beginning to fill his eyes. “I guess I get scared sometimes… like, what if my
friends found out?”
Trevor heard the upset in Terry’s voice
before he saw it in his eyes.
“I know,” he said with a smile, “let’s
scream at the world!”
“Huh?” Terry responded, confused.
“Let’s run around the yard screaming at the
top of our lungs.”
“What for?”
“Because we’re mad at the world because we
have to wear diapers,” he said simply.
In fact, Trevor didn’t feel that way at all. Over the years, he had gotten used to his diapers and he could no longer remember life without them. He made the suggestion because he thought that it might help make Terry feel better.
“Gee, I don’t know. Won’t your mom and dad
get mad at us for making a lot of noise?”
“Come on,” Trevor said standing up, “let’s
go.”
He started whooping and hollering as he ran
around the yard. Terry giggled and joined him.
“What in the world are those boys doing?” Mrs.
Calewell asked. “The neighbors probably think we’re murdering them! I’m going
out there to stop that racket.”
“No, don’t do that,” her husband urged. “I
don’t know exactly what they’re up to but they were sitting against the fence
talking before they started running around. Give them a few more seconds and
then we’ll tell them to quiet down.”
Almost as soon as he had said it, they
quieted down when Trevor tackled Terry and they began to wrestle each other.
Terry giggled and Trevor was glad that his friend’s mood had changed for the
better. They rolled around the grass, each trying to get the upper hand on the
other.
“Ouch!” Trevor exclaimed.
“Sorry,” Terry answered, loosening his
grip.
“Ha! You fell for the oldest trick in the
book,” Trevor said as he sat on Terry’s middle and pinned his hands above his
head.
“No fair! Get off of me,” Terry objected.
“Everything’s fair!” Trevor exulted. “Admit
it. I gotcha.”
“I can see your diaper and plastic pants,
you know,” Terry said in an attempt to distract Trevor.
“So what? I can see yours sticking out of
your pants, too.”
“Yeah, but mine aren’t sticking way up the
way yours are.”
“They will once you get changed,” Trevor
retorted.
“How come?” Terry wondered.
“I told you… they’re a bigger size. My mom
bought these big so that I could grow into them.”
“I forgot,” Terry responded seriously.
“Speaking of diapers… I sort of need to change now.”
“OK, let’s go up to my room.”
Trevor let go of Terry’s hands. Terry
grabbed the bottom of Trevor’s shirt and pulled it off at the same time that he
pushed Trevor off of him.
“Hey! Give me back my shirt,” Trevor
yelled.
“Come and get it,” Terry said running away.
Trevor chased him around the yard and
eventually tackled him to the ground. Terry was laughing wildly as Trevor
unsuccessfully tried to grab his shirt back. Suddenly, Trevor switched tactics
and began unbuckling Terry’s belt. Terry fought back by doing the same to
Trevor. In a few seconds, they each had succeeded in ‘de-pantsing’ the other.
Actually, neither had fought it very hard.
“OK, now you have to take your shirt off,”
Trevor said.
“Make me,” Terry answered as he took off
running across the yard.
“Henry, come and look at this.” Mrs.
Calewell said to her husband. “What do you think is going on?”
“I think the boys are happy that they don’t
have to hide their diapers from each other. I think we should leave them alone
“But what about the neighbors?”
“I don’t know about Terry but I’m sure that
Trevor has thought about it. Maybe this will help him get over his paranoia
about others finding out that he wears diapers.”
“I hope you’re right,” she answered
hesitantly. “I’m still going to call them in. Their diapers are so heavy
they’re ready to fall off!”
Mrs. Calewell called to the boys to pick up
their clothes and to come inside.
“Are we in trouble?” Terry asked nervously.
“I don’t think so. Maybe my mom thinks
we’re getting too much sun.”
Terry suddenly became self-conscious about
being outside in just his diaper and plastic pants.
“I guess we should put our shirt and pants
back on,” he said.
“What for? We need to change our diapers
anyway.”
The boys entered the house through the
kitchen door where Mrs. Calewell waited for them.
“Trevor, look at how wet your diaper is.
You know better than to let it get to that state. You don’t want another
diaper rash do you?”
She didn’t say anything to Terry but he knew that she was scolding him too. Trevor colored with embarrassment that his mom had mentioned his diaper rashes in front of Terry.
“OK,” he answered his mom. “We’ll go
change.”
“Before you do, let me see your clothes.”
They handed their shirts and pants over to
her.
“Look at these grass stains!” she chided.
“And you’ve ripped Terry’s shirt, too. It’s a good thing it came apart along a
seam. I’ll have to wash and mend these things before you wear them again.”
“Just like a mom,” the boys thought.
“She sends you outside to play and then she complains that you get dirty.”
As they left the kitchen Mrs. Calewell
overheard Terry telling Trevor that he hadn’t yet put on his own diapers—that
someone else had done for him.
“Wait a minute,” she said, “I’ll help you.”
Terry’s intention in mentioning it was to
ask Trevor to do it for him; he was a little uneasy with the idea of Mrs.
Calewell seeing him naked. Trevor smiled encouragement to him as they went up
to the room. The supplies were taken out and arranged for Terry’s use. He
gulped at the diaper that was laid out for him; not only did it look huge but
it was imprinted with babyish cars, trains, and airplanes in vibrant primary
colors. Mrs. Calewell helped him out of his plastic pants and thoroughly soaked
diaper.
“You need to be more careful, Terry. Your
skin is beginning to look very raw,” she said as she cleaned him with a baby
wipe. “I think both of you boys need to pay more attention to the condition of
your diapers.”
Terry was very tense as she sprinkled
powder on his diaper area and rubbed it in. He didn’t relax until she folded
the big diaper over his stomach and began pinning it on. It was so soft! And
fluffy! He didn’t mind at all that it rose so high up on him; in fact, he
rather liked the feeling. Lastly, he was put into his plastic pants. They
weren’t the semi-transparent white that he had worn up to this point. Rather,
they were a semi-transparent silver color that showed off the baby print a
little more than he would have liked.
Trevor could have had plenty of time to
change himself during Terry’s diaper change but he didn’t. All he did was to
take out a fresh diaper and plastic pants and lay them on the bed. It was no
secret to his mother that he preferred to have someone else change him.
“OK, next!” she said brightly.
Trevor hopped onto the bed and waited
patiently for his mom to come back from washing her hands. He delighted in the
special treatment that she gave him. Terry was pleased to see that Trevor was
getting put into an equally babyish diaper (yellow, blue, and coral farm
animals) and the same kind of silvery plastic pants.
“OK, back outside with you,” Mrs. Calewell
declared.
“Can’t we watch a movie now?” Trevor whined.
“Later, after you’ve been outside another
hour.”
Trevor picked up a couple of his handheld
games to take with them. All of the boys’ inhibitions had returned. They felt
quite nervous (and downright silly) being outside in their diapers. Worse, they
didn’t have the security of having their pants and shirts close at hand. They
sat in the shade and competed against each other for three rounds of games.
“What do we do now?” Terry asked.
“I don’t know,” Trevor answered.
He stretched out on his back and looked up
at the sky. Terry joined him as they pondered the clouds for several minutes,
each boy lost in his own thoughts.
“You really like wearing these baby
diapers and other things, don’t you?” Terry asked.
Trevor hesitated before answering.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because of all the stuff you’ve got… baby
diapers, plastic baby pants, and sleepers. And, last night, you said that you
asked your parents to buy you the nighttime baby pants… Just now, I watched you
pick out the diapers we’re wearing. You skipped over less babyish ones and
chose these… on purpose.”
“I don’t exactly know why I like
wearing them, I just do,” Trevor confessed. “I guess if I have to wear
diapers I want to go all the way.”
Trevor felt that his answer was lame but he
couldn’t think of anything to add.
“You think that I’m weird, don’t you?”
Terry hesitated over his answer, too.
“Of course not. I… I’m starting to really
like wearing them, too,” he blurted out.
“Really?” Trevor said, sitting up and
looking intently at Terry. “That is so cool!”
Both boys giggled.
*****
The boys went inside to watch their movie.
They plopped down on their stomachs side be side in front of the TV, their
plastic pants lightly brushing together. Every time something funny of exciting
happened they nudged each other at the hip, causing them to move closer
together until their plastic pants were in full contact. Rather than feeling
that their space had been invaded, they felt comfortable and content.
Mrs. Calewell unwittingly broke this mood
by insisting that it was time for her to check their diapers. Trevor was
genuinely put out, while Terry was tremendously embarrassed, when Mrs. Calewell
ran her fingers inside the leg openings of their plastic pants to check how wet
they were.
“All right, both of you… upstairs.”
“Aw, mom, we’re not that wet,” Trevor
protested.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she countered.
“Now, march!”
The boys paused the movie and reluctantly
headed upstairs. This time, they selected matching pastel diapers in a
checkerboard pattern—the most babyish of the lot—and some more silvery plastic
pants. (Actually. Terry didn’t see any other option.) Mrs. Calewell smiled at
their decision to dress like twins.
“OK, who’s first?”
Mrs. Calewell was concerned about the
condition of the boys’ skin so she applied diaper-rash cream to each of them.
They headed back downstairs to finish their interrupted movie. They turned the
corner to enter the den and practically ran into a young man and woman.
“Marsha!” Trevor screeched. And then,
remembering that he was dressed in only a diaper and plastic pants, he tried to
cover them with his hands. “You promised! Why are you doing this?”
Terry was stunned and for a moment didn’t
know what to do. He had no idea who these people were but he felt himself color
under the young man’s gaze. Trevor ran back up to his room with Terry close
behind. Trevor slammed the door and, with tears running down his cheeks,
repeated over and over again, “She promised!”
Terry was really in a panic now. His
breathing was labored and his heart was pumping fast. He jumped when a knock
sounded at the door.
“Trevor, let me in. please. I’m sorry. I
didn’t do it on purpose… please, let me explain.”
“Go away!” Trevor screamed through his
tears. “Leave us alone!”
“Please!” the voice pleaded.
“No!” Trevor screamed in reply.
Terry didn’t know what was going on but he
was on the verge of crying, too. The realization that strangers had seen him in
his baby diaper was beginning to hit home. He suddenly couldn’t hold back and
began sobbing deep, heart-wrenching moans. He felt utterly humiliated. He was
so absorbed in his misery that he was surprised to suddenly realize that
Trevor’s mom was holding him in her arms, stroking his hair and consoling him.
He gradually became aware that Trevor was also sitting by his side trying to
calm him down.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have panicked like
that. That was my oldest sister, Marsha, and her boyfriend,” Trevor explained.
His eyes were still red from crying but he
was almost completely back under control.
“Your sister?”
“Yeah, she promised that she was going to
be gone all day with Tom—he’s her boyfriend. Tom doesn’t know about my diapers
or, I guess I have to say, he didn’t used to know about them. That’s why
I got scared.”
“Oh,” Terry answered.
“Yes, that’s right,” Mrs. Calewell
confirmed. “Let me explain to both of you what’s happened. This afternoon, Tom
asked Marsha to marry him and she accepted. They came here to tell us the news.
Originally, Marsha asked Tom to wait out on the patio but, when she heard our
voices upstairs, she told him to come inside and to wait in the den. Before she
could settle him there and come up to warn you, you guys came bounding down the
stairs and ran into them. They’re both very sorry about what happened. Won’t
you please allow them to apologize?” she asked in a motherly tone.
“Well, I guess so,” Trevor agreed.
“Good. Wash your faces and then we’ll go downstairs.”
The cool water helped Terry finish calming
himself. When Mrs. Calewell began absently straightening Trevor’s diaper and
plastic pants, he understood that they would be going downstairs exactly as
they were dressed. He shot a look of appeal toward Trevor who shrugged his
shoulders.
“My sister’s seen me like this a zillion
times,” he explained. “If she’s really going to marry Tom, I guess he’ll see my
diapers a lot, too.”
That sounded very logical as far as
Trevor’s circumstances were concerned but Terry wondered what that had to do
with him. He wasn’t part of this family and he didn’t want Tom and Marsha to
see his diapers again.
“Please,” Trevor suddenly said, “I don’t
want to go downstairs alone. Please come with me,”
Terry could hardly refuse. He would feel
like a traitor to Trevor who seemed to be feeling just as scared as he was
about the whole thing. He felt warm all over when Trevor gave his shoulder a
squeeze just before they walked into the den.
“Thanks,” Trevor whispered.
“It’s okay,” Terry answered.
The apology went very well. It turned out
that it was Tom who had the most trouble getting over his embarrassment. He
kept apologizing over and over and promising the boys that he would keep their
secret.
“Tom, I think my brother and his friend get
it,” Marsha eventually said.
“Yeah, we believe you, don’t we?” Trevor
asked and Terry agreed.
“Good, I’m glad that’s settled,” Mrs.
Calewell said.
Marsha and Tom then announced their plans.
They would wait a year after they graduated from college to get married. (This
meant they planned on marrying in about 14 to 16 months.) Trevor seemed to be
really happy for his sister and Terry began feeling good for them, too.
“Tom, do your parents know yet?” Mrs.
Calewell asked.
“They know that I planned on asking Marsha
today. They don’t know her answer yet,” he smiled.
“Why don’t you call them? I think this
calls for a celebration. Sammie and my husband will be home soon so we’ll all
be together.”
A questioning look on Terry’s face made
Trevor explain that Sammie was his other sister, who was sixteen and a
sophomore in high school. Seeing that Trevor wasn’t making a move to get
dressed, Terry resigned himself to another introduction dressed in just a
diaper and plastic pants.
*****
While the evening didn’t turn out anything
like they had expected, Terry and Trevor had a lot of fun. Since his shirt and
pants were still in the washer (and, in any case, not suitable for the
restaurant they went to), Terry borrowed some things from Trevor. It made Terry
feel that he and Trevor had become almost like brothers. He also learned a lot
about the Calewells. They seemed very close and teased each other constantly (but
never, never made any references whatsoever to Trevor’s diaper wearing). He
figured out early on that this was one of the ways they showed love to each
other. They also seemed truly happy for Marsha and Tom. He felt kind of
envious, as if he had been missing out on something all his life. For the first
time ever, he seriously wondered what it would be like to have a brother or a
sister.
Tom’s parents went directly home from the
restaurant and Marsha and Tom went off together to continue their evening alone.
“Well,” Mrs. Calewell sighed with
satisfaction, “this has been an event-filled day.”
She was referring to more than Marsha and
Tom’s news; she was also thinking about Trevor’s new friendship with Terry and
how it was changing each of them. (She still couldn’t believe how they had
chased each other around the yard in their diapers!)
“OK, time for you boys to change for the
night,” she said snapping her thoughts back to the moment.
“But we want to stay up tonight!” Trevor
complained.
“OK, OK,” she answered impatiently, “I
didn’t say go to bed I said change for bed. You can still stay up
late.”
“Do you want me to help you?” Sammie asked.
“Sure,” Trevor answered immediately.
Terry literally peed his diaper in
surprise. Did Trevor answer for both of them or would Mr. or Mrs. Calewell
still take care of him?
“Thank you, honey,” Mrs. Calewell added, “I
am a little tired.”
Terry was in a daze as he walked up to
Trevor’s room.
“You sister is going to change my diaper!?”
he said in alarm.
“Oh, sorry,” Trevor responded. “She and
Marsha do it all the time… I didn’t think. Do you want me to ask my mom to come
up to change you?”
Before Terry could answer Sammie entered
the room.
“I’ll get the changing pad, the diaper rash
cream, and baby powder while you guys get your diapers, plastic pants, and
sleepers ready.”
The boys stood staring at each other.
“Something wrong?” Sammie asked.
“I forgot my sleeper,” Terry answered with
a knowing smile in Trevor’s direction.
“I can lend you another one of mine,”
Trevor said poking him in the ribs.
He took a yellow sleeper out of his dresser
and laid it on the bed. The boys went to retrieve the diapers and plastic
pants. Trevor selected matching Spiderman plastic pants while Terry carried the
big nighttime diapers. The last thing Trevor did was to grab another yellow
sleeper that was hooked onto the back of the closet door. Terry was extremely
happy that, once again, they would be dressed exactly alike.
“Guests first,” Trevor said.
Terry nervously got onto the changing pad.
“I don’t think Terry ever had a girl change
his diaper,” Trevor explained.
“His mom must have changed him… and she’s a
girl,” Sammie teased.
“You know what I mean!” Trevor answered.
Terry wished that Sammie would get on with
it. Now that he was ready, he wanted things to move fast.
“OK, then,” she said turning her attention
to Terry, “I’ll try to do as good a job as your mom.”
“Actually,” Terry answered, “your
mom does a better job.”
Sammie thought that that was funny and
laughed.
“That’s probably because she’s had lots and
lots and lots and lots of practice with… you-know-who.”
“OK, OK, we get the picture,” Trevor
half-seriously complained.
“Well, anyway,” she continued, “the way I
figure it, my mom and dad have changed him at least 5,000 times, so I guess they
should be considered experts.”
“Enough,” Trevor complained again.
“Well, it’s true isn’t it?” she said
defensively.
Trevor stuck his tongue out at her and she
reciprocated. Terry wondered if they were mad at each other but a few seconds
later they laughed.
“You should feel honored,” Sammie said as
she picked up the plastic pants. “These are Trevor’s favorites.”
“Sammie!” Trevor said blushing furiously.
“Well, they are, aren’t they? … Boys can be
so dumb sometimes. What’s so hard about telling someone else that you like
them?”
Trevor began blushing even more furiously.
Terry came to his rescue.
“Thanks,” he said. “I like them, too.”
“You’re welcome,” Trevor responded without
looking up from the floor.
*****
The boys went downstairs to finish watching
their movie. Terry was concerned that he had caused problems between Trevor and
his sister.
“I’m sorry I caused you and Sammie to
fight.”
“Fight? That wasn’t a fight. We always talk
like that to each other. Promise not to tell her, but I kind of like her. I think
she’s a pretty cool big sister.”
For the second night in a row, Terry fell
asleep in front of the TV… and so did Trevor.
Terry woke up first the next morning. He
and Trevor were in Trevor’s big bed. He wondered if he had walked up on his own
power or if he had been carried. He was a little embarrassed to think that Mr.
Calewell may have carried him upstairs. He was even more embarrassed to think
that Trevor may have seen him being carried like a baby.
Trevor rolled over and faced him but he
didn’t wake up. The night had been warm and they had kicked the covers off.
Terry smiled to himself at the sight that Trevor presented. The bright red and
blue of the Spiderman plastic pants shone through the thin yellow material of
the sleeper. Additionally, the thick diapers gave his bottom a rounded
toddler-like look. Terry knew that he himself must look just the same and this
caused his smile to broaden.
“Hi,” Trevor said, rubbing sleep from his
eyes. “What are you laughing at?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Come on, if we’re going to be friends, we
have to tell each other stuff,” Trevor persisted.
“I was just thinking that we look pretty
funny with our big diapers and Spiderman plastic pants.”
“Yeah,” Trevor giggled. “But I think it’s
pretty cool, anyway.”
“Me, too,” Terry agreed.
It was only seven-fifteen and nobody else
was up. Terry and Trevor went down to the kitchen. They toasted some toaster
tarts and went into the den.
“Do you want to finish the movie or watch
cartoons?” Trevor asked.
“Cartoons,” Terry answered without hesitation.
“Cool,” Trevor answered.
Terry was beginning to notice that cool
was one of Trevor’s favorite words.
He also learned things about himself during
the sleepover. He discovered that he had never had a friend like Trevor before;
that is, someone he could say anything to. By comparison, he now realized that
he only talked about shallow things with Andy and Jarrod—happenings at school,
TV shows, sports results, and the like. In the short time he had known Trevor,
they had already talked about their biggest fears and shared some of their
secret joys. To be fair, though, Trevor and he shared a personal problem that
was still a secret to Andy and Jarrod. If he told them, would it make them
closer friends or would they completely reject him? He and Trevor talked a
little bit about that but they couldn’t figure out which reaction was more
likely..
*****
In the last month before the school year
ended, Terry had no problem balancing his time between Andy and Jarrod and his
new friend, Trevor. Andy and Jarrod were very involved in the spring play and
had little time for Terry on weekdays. This suited him well. He could spend
more time with Trevor and it created an acceptable reason why he and Trevor had
become close. Now that school was over, he hoped that the four of them could
become friendly together.
The second day after school let out, Jarrod
arrived all excited at Terry’s house. Luckily, Terry was just leaving for
Trevor’s so he had his pants on.
“I’ve got something to show you,” he said
with a big smirk. “Your mom isn’t around is she?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yeah, she’s out on the patio, reading the
paper,” he answered.
“Then, let’s go up to your room,” he said
bounding up the stairs.
Terry’s heart skipped a beat.
“No, wait,” Terry answered. “We can’t. It’s
a mess.”
“Who cares? You’re going to love what I’m
going to show you.”
“No, let’s go to your house.”
Jarrod ignored him and continued on his way
upstairs. Terry ran after him but he was too late. Jarrod stood in the doorway
of Terry’s room, a confused look on his face.
“What’s this stuff?” he asked.
The ‘stuff’ he was referring to was the
diapers and plastic pants that he had returned to his room and left on the bed.
All of his diaper supplies had arrived within two weeks of his mother placing
the orders. Since then, he hadn’t exactly become casual or careless about
leaving them in plain sight; rather, this morning, he was planning on putting
them away after he got back from Trevor’s. Terry’s eyes were intently fixed on
the bed but he could sense that Jarrod was staring at him. He was tongue-tied
and he began to feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“They’re… They…” Terry stammered.
“Why do you have baby diapers in your
room?” Jarrod insisted.
“Because… they…” Terry stammered again.
His heartbeat pounded in his ears; he was
feeling lightheaded; his legs felt wobbly; and, his hands were shaking.
“Are they yours?” Jarrod asked. Then,
suddenly, he seemed to get very angry. “You wear baby diapers, don’t you?”
Terry felt like he was in the middle of a nightmare.
He couldn’t move or talk. Jarrod grabbed him by the wrists and pushed him onto
the bed.
“Is baby wearing diapers now?” Jarrod asked
mockingly.
He roughly pulled Terry’s shirt out of his
pants. The diaper and plastic pants came into view. This seemed to enrage
Jarrod even more. Terry was frozen with fear. All his strength left him and he
was too paralyzed to fight back. Jarrod started undoing Terry’s belt.
“No! Please, no!” Terry pleaded through
tear-filled eyes.
“Listen to the baby cry,” he ridiculed.
He pulled Terry’s pants below his knees and
backed away.
“You’re disgusting,” he spat, “…nothing but
a disgusting diaper-wearing baby!”
Terry had imagined all kinds of negative
reactions if Andy and Jarrod discovered that he wore diapers, but nothing as
horrible as this. He completely lost it and began to cry uncontrollably. His
mom heard the commotion and she decided to scold the boys for their bad
behavior.
“Don’t ever talk to me or look at me
again!” Jarrod shouted as he left the room.
He ran for the stairs and started stomping
down them. He couldn’t wait to get away from here. He was one-quarter of the
way down when Mrs. Aldersen startled him by asking what was going on. He missed
the next step and tumbled the rest of the way. The sickening sound of breaking
bone stunned both of them.
“Oh my God!” Mrs. Aldersen exclaimed.
Jarrod was lying in a twisted position at
the foot of the stairs. His right foot pointed in a most unnatural direction.
“Don’t move,” Mrs. Aldersen instructed him.
She ran to the phone and dialed 911. She
described the situation and she was given instructions on what to do until the
emergency services arrived.
Terry was still upstairs crying. He was
only vaguely aware that something had happened. His mom called him twice before
her voice penetrated his consciousness.
“Terry, come down here. I need you,”
“In a minute,” he answered.
He didn’t want his mom to see how much he
had been crying. What’s she want, anyway? he thought.
“Not later, now,” she answered
testily. “Jarrod’s had an accident.
Good, he thought.
“Terry, get down here now!” she said in a
no-sense sort of way.
He wiped his eyes with his shirt and
buckled his belt. He was still sniffling as he descended the stairs. He was
shocked to see Jarrod lying all twisted up. Despite her concern for Jarrod, she
noticed that Terry was very upset. She knew that they had been fighting. I’ll
get to the bottom of this later, she thought, but first things first.
Jarrod was in extreme pain. Mrs. Aldersen’s
efforts to stop him from moving were mostly successful. Terry was still angry
enough to feel smug about Jarrod’s plight and he moved quite slowly getting the
blanket and pillow that his mom had requested.
“I don’t know what you two have been
fighting about but that’s no reason to be acting this way,” Mrs. Aldersen
scolded Terry.
This really stung him. It was Jarrod who
had been mean—he was the one his mom should be angry at. She left the
two of them alone so that she could call Jarrod’s mother.
The ambulance and Jarrod’s mother arrived
almost exactly at the same time. The first thing the EMTs did was to take his
vital signs. One of them opened Jarrod’s shirt and was surprised to see two
magazines stuck into his waistband. He removed them and handed them to Mrs.
Aldersen. She looked at the first one and was startled to see that it was a
rather raunchy girlie magazine; so was the second. This was mystifying.
Is this what they had argued over? She jumped when Jarrod screamed in agony as
he was strapped onto a backboard and then lifted onto the gurney. Despite his
upset over what Jarrod had just done to him, Terry felt very sorry for him.
Once the ambulance carrying Jarrod and
Jarrod’s mom had left, Mrs. Aldersen confronted Terry with the magazines. The
genuine look of surprise on his face convinced her that he didn’t know anything
about them.
“If not this, then what were you fighting
about?” she demanded.
She was stunned when Terry immediately
became hysterical. Tears streamed down his face and he was totally incoherent.
She was even more surprised when he threw himself into her arms and clung
tightly to her. It took a full five minutes to calm him down.
“Here, honey. Wipe your eyes and blow your
nose,” she said handing him some tissues. “Do you feel better now?”
He apparently wasn’t sure of himself
because he only nodded his head.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
He chocked out a yes and recounted
what happened after Jarrod saw his diapers and plastic pants on the bed. He had
to stop three times to collect himself before finally getting to the end of his
story. Mrs. Aldersen was appalled. She couldn’t imagine why Jarrod had acted
like that. She wasn’t sure what to do, but now was not the time to get to the
bottom of it.
“Are you still going over to Trevor’s?” she
asked.
“I don’t feel like it,” he answered.
“Well, then, you’d better call him to let
him know.”
Trevor heard the upset in Terry’s voice
right away.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Not really,” Terry answered.
“Then, can I come over to your house
instead?”
*****
Tears filled Trevor’s eyes as Terry told
the story one more time.
“What a f—ing creep!” Trevor barked. “What
a lowdown f—ing creep!”
Terry giggled at Trevor’s crude language,
which he took as a sign of Trevor’s absolute support.
“What are you going to do?” Trevor
wondered.
“I don’t know. But, he’s already been paid
back, sort of…”
“Good,” Trevor said after Terry told him
about Jarrod’s broken leg.
“Yeah, I guess so. But it was so scary when
they took him away. He was really screaming.”
Trevor remembered his bus accident and how
afraid he had been.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t
gloat. Having an accident is really scary.”
They spent the rest of the morning quietly,
avoiding the subject of Jarrod. However, neither of them could get it out of
his mind, especially in relation to the central question: what exactly would
Jarrod do with his new knowledge?
Mrs. Aldersen received a phone call in
mid-afternoon from Jarrod’s mom. He had just gotten out of surgery for his
right leg. He had broken both the tibia and the fibula; luckily, each was a
‘clean’ break. Unfortunately, his left knee was very swollen and the doctors
weren’t sure what treatment, if any, he would need.
“Thank you for calling,” Mrs. Aldersen
said. “I’ll pass the news on to Terry.”
“Yes,” Jarrod’s mom said hesitantly, “I
guess that would be good to do.”
Mrs. Aldersen wondered how much Jarrod’s
mom knew about what went on before Jarrod fell down the stairs.
“Did Jarrod express a wish that Terry not
be told?” she asked.
“No, no,” Jarrod’s mom said, “he’s still in
the recovery room—not totally conscious yet. It’s just that Jarrod said
something very strange on the way to the hospital… He said that God had
punished him for what he did to Terry. I’ve been worried ever since. What did
Jarrod do to Terry?”
“Oh dear,” Mrs. Aldersen answered. “I was
hoping to avoid this conversation until tomorrow. You must be exhausted…
perhaps this can wait until a better time.”
“No, I’d rather know now. Jarrod will be in
the recovery room for at least another hour. May I come over and talk to you?”
Jarrod’s mom arrived a few minutes later.
Mrs. Aldersen had made a fresh pot of coffee and some sandwiches.
“I thought that perhaps you hadn’t had a
chance to eat yet,” she said by way of explanation.
“How nice. Thank you. On the drive over I
realized that I had a slight headache, probably due to not having eaten all
day.”
“Can I get you some aspirin or ibuprofen?”
Mrs. Aldersen enquired solicitously.
“No, no. I’m sure this wonderful sandwich
will do the trick, thank you.”
The social niceties having been dispensed
with, Jarrod’s mom asked to be informed about what was troubling her son. Mrs.
Aldersen tried to speak as objectively as possible so that Jarrod’s mom
wouldn’t get defensive. She started by laying out Terry’s recent health
problems and the solution that had been implemented, before going into that
morning’s events. Jarrod’s mom listened attentively and sighed at the end of
the narration. A long silence followed as both mothers contemplated the
situation.
“I’m so sorry,” Jarrod’s mom apologized.
“Terry must have been crushed. Is he alright?”
“Yes, I think so.” she answered. “He has
another friend, Trevor by name— maybe you’ve heard of him? He’s in the same
class as our boys… Anyway, Trevor knows about Terry’s diapers and he came by
this morning and spent time with him. When he left shortly before lunch, Terry
seemed much better.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
There was another period of silence during
which Jarrod’s mom seemed to be trying to make up her mind about something. She
finally spoke.
“I think I know why Jarrod reacted so… so
unkindly. When he was in first grade we had some problems with him. He suddenly
began wetting his bed again… three or four times a week. My husband and I
concluded that he was doing it on purpose, as a way of not having to go to
school. In order to break him of this, we threatened to put him into overnight
diapers for two full weeks each time he wet his bed more than once in four
days. So, we took a calendar and hung it in his room. Every night that he wet,
we wrote the word BABY in big letters on that date. It took us several months,
and many nights of crying as we forced him into diapers, before he finally kept
his bed dry every night. I don’t know what we could have been thinking. It
sounds so cruel now that I say it out loud.”
“I’m sure you were doing your best,” Mrs.
Aldersen said charitably.
“Perhaps, but it’s clear to me that seeing
those diapers in Terry’s room revived all those awful memories. I’m sure that
he regrets what he did and that he probably doesn’t even know why he reacted as
he did.”
“May I let Terry know about this? As a way
of explaining what happened, I mean.”
“Certainly, and be sure to blame me… and
his father… for all of this. Please apologize to him for us.”
“Aren’t you being too hard on yourselves?”
Mrs. Aldersen asked with concern.
“We deserve it, believe me!” Jarrod’s mom
answered. “And, we are certainly not out of the woods as far as our son is
concerned.”
“I’m sorry to hear that his condition is so
serious.”
“That’s not what I meant” Jarrod’s mom
said. “When the surgeon informed me of Jarrod’s condition after the surgery, he
stressed that Jarrod could be off his feet for four to six weeks… three, for
sure. It’s actually his left knee, to be exact, that is the source of concern.
They didn’t do anything to it because it is too swollen for them to know what
sort of damage may have been done. They are giving him anti-inflammatory drugs
to bring the swelling down but it will take time. And, even after the swelling
goes down, it will probably take an additional week or two to decide what to
do. Therefore, he suggested that I speak to the pediatric nurses about how to
change diapers on an immobilized boy. He’s going to have an awfully hard time
accepting that… especially considering what we taught him about boys who use diapers!”
“Oh dear,” Mrs. Aldersen sympathized.
“Terry went through a big depression before he finally accepted wearing
diapers. Perhaps he could speak to Jarrod, to make him feel better about it.”
“You’re being very kind,” Jarrod’s mom
answered, “but I doubt that Terry will even want to speak to Jarrod after what
Jarrod did to him, never mind try to help him out. Thanks for the offer,
though.”
“I’m not so sure that Terry wouldn’t do
it,” Mrs. Aldersen countered. “He was certainly very upset by Jarrod’s behavior
but I also saw a lot of sympathy in his eyes as Jarrod was being carried out. I
think he still values Jarrod’s friendship and that he would be open to
reconciliation. Let me speak to him about everything you’ve told me and I’ll
let you know.”
Jarrod’s mom left for the hospital ready
(but not anxious) to tell Terry about his temporary need for diapers. Mrs.
Aldersen promised to speak to Terry and to call Jarrod’s mom as soon as she had
some news. They traded cell phone numbers to speed up the process.
Mrs. Aldersen decided that she, too, should
speak to her son immediately. She went up to his room and found him at his
computer. She could barely suppress a smile as she gazed at his adorable
cartoon character diaper. Terry listened patiently, as his mom had asked, until
she was finished.
“Will Jarrod walk again?” he asked with
concern.
“I think so, honey. He may need a lot time
to recuperate, though… and a lot of painful physical therapy.”
Terry thought of Jarrod’s agonizing screams
as he was put onto the gurney. Terry wasn’t sure what to say. He still felt
very hurt by the treatment that Jarrod gave him even though he sort of
understood what could have caused him to act like that.
“Can I talk to Trevor before I make up my
mind?” he asked.
The call didn’t take very long. Fifteen
minutes later, he found his mom in the kitchen.
“Trevor and me think that we should talk to
Jarrod together.”
“Really? Is Trevor going to tell Jarrod
about his diapers?”
“I told him not to, but he says that he
wants to.”
“Do his parents know this?”
“He says he’s going to tell them. He says
that his parents have been wanting him to trust other kids with his secret.”
“What about you?” Mrs. Aldersen asked. “Are
you sure that you want to talk to Jarrod about wearing diapers?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Terry answered. “If
Jarrod is really sorry for what he did, it’ll be OK.”
Mrs. Aldersen marveled at the resiliency
and trust of young people. She hoped that Jarrod would agree to talk and that
things would turn out well for all of them.
*****
As arranged, Terry and Trevor were brought
to the hospital the next morning. Mrs. Aldersen and Jarrod’s mom went down to
the cafeteria for coffee.
“You know,” Mrs. Aldersen began, “I
apologize, but I don’t even know your name. I’m Doris—Doris Aldersen.”
“How silly of me,” Jarrod’s mom answered.
“I’m sorry for not having introduced myself. I’m Nora Broadly.”
“Is there anything new in Jarrod’s
prognosis this morning?” Mrs. Aldersen asked.
“No, Doris,” Nora Broadly answered, “things
are still up in the air.”
“How did Jarrod take the news about…?”
“Better than I expected,” Mrs. Broadly
answered. “He was obviously upset and his eyes did tear up a few times but I
think he’ll survive. He did brighten up a bit after you called. He’s a little
nervous about facing Terry and Trevor but I think he’ll get over his
embarrassment fairly quickly.”
“I just hope that Terry doesn’t say
something to stir up the pot again!” Mrs. Aldersen worried.
“Don’t even think it!” Mrs. Broadly
laughed. “In any case, it’s Jarrod who has to take responsibility for ‘stirring
up the pot’ as you say.”
As their moms talked, Terry, Trevor, and
Jarrod were nervously testing each other.
“Thanks for coming, guys,” Jarrod said.
“That’s OK,” Trevor answered. “We wanted to
come, didn’t we?”
“Yeah. That’s right,” Terry agreed. “Does
it hurt a lot?”
“Kind of,” Jarrod said. “It’s funny but my
left leg hurts more than the one I broke… and my back hurts, too.”
A short silence followed.
“I’m sorry.” Jarrod said to Terry. “My mom
told me about why you need diapers. I shouldn’t have…”
His voice cracked and he was unable to
finish the sentence. He wiped tears from his eyes. He tried to speak again and
failed.
“I know,” Terry said magnanimously. “It’s
OK, don’t cry.”
Terry’s understanding attitude made Jarrod
feel even worse about his behavior the previous day. It took several minutes to
get himself under control. The boys were uncomfortable with all the emotion
that was in the room. Trevor decided to break the tension by revealing his
secret to Jarrod. He told him about his accident and about how scared he had
been to let anyone know about his diapers. He even raised his shirt so that
Jarrod could see the Disney-character diaper and silvery plastic pants that he
was wearing. Jarrod was speechless.
“Do you know that I’m going to have to wear
diapers for a while?” Jarrod asked.
“Yeah, my mom told me,” Terry answered.
“Trevor knows, too, because I told him.”
“The worst part,” Jarrod continued, “is
that I won’t be able to go into a bathroom for at least three weeks.”
Terry and Trevor looked politely at Jarrod
who could tell that they hadn’t figured out what he meant.
“I have to poop in them, too,” he said
sullenly.
“Oh!” Terry and Trevor answered in unison.
Jarrod sat there biting his lower lip,
desperately trying to keep himself under control.
“That’s awful,” Terry commiserated.
“When are you going home?” Trevor asked in
order to change the subject.
“Maybe the day after tomorrow, if the
x-rays come back OK.”
“Do you think your mom will let you have a
sleepover sometime?” Trevor wondered.
Terry smiled at the question. He wondered if Trevor would ask to have a sleepover every time he told somebody else about his diapers.
“Would you really want to have one? I mean,
we couldn’t do very much stuff if I have to stay in bed.”
“We could think of plenty of things to do,”
Trevor said confidently.
“OK. I’ll ask,” Jarrod agreed.
Terry and Jarrod’s moms walked into the
room just as Jarrod was speaking.
“Ask what?” his mom wondered.
“When I go back home, can Terry and Trevor
and I have a sleepover?”
“We’ll see. It’ll depend on what the
doctors say.”
Their moms were happy that they had made up
and apparently wanted to continue being friends. Later that day, Mrs. Broadly
was surprised to learn that Trevor also wore diapers on a permanent basis.
*****
Jarrod got out of the hospital as
predicted. However, the doctors were very concerned about his left leg. They
were pretty certain that he had done major damage and that he would eventually
need surgery. His mom and dad decided to keep this news to themselves for the
time being. He was brought home in an ambulance and wheeled on a gurney all the
way to his bedroom. His bunk bed had been put into storage and a hospital bed
sat in its place.
“Cool!” he said approvingly.
“Just remember that it’s not a toy,” his
dad warned. “Besides, if you move your legs around too much, you’ll do more
damage to them.”
The first few days he was home he mostly
slept. Terry, Trevor, and Andy visited him each day but they couldn’t stay long
since he got tired so easily. By the end of the first week, though, Jarrod was
feeling much better. (He even stopped trying to hide his diapers under the bed
sheet.) Terry and Trevor decided that it was time for them to let Andy know
about their diapers. They consulted Jarrod who agreed that they should tell
Andy about them at the same time that he, Jarrod, got permission to have a
sleepover. That permission came at the end of the second week.
“I don’t know if you guys want to do this,
but my mom and dad said that I can have a sleepover this weekend, Friday and
Saturday nights.”
“Cool!” Trevor answered first. “Count me
in”
“Me, too!” Terry seconded. Then he added,
“Before you say yes or no, Andy, me and Trevor have something to
say.”
They told Andy their stories. He was
surprised but respectful. Terry, in particular, was relieved (although Trevor
was nervous about it, too).
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” Andy
solemnly swore.
This was good enough for them.
They carefully planned the sleepover.
Jarrod’s parents agreed to move their television to his room and Terry brought
over a portable DVD player to plug into it. They collected their favorite DVDs
together so that they would have lots of choices. They also brought over
handheld games and board games.
“This is great! Thanks for coming,” Jarrod
said.
The guys set down their sleeping bags and
other stuff all over the room. Mrs. Broadly came to check on them. Because of
the cramped condition in the bedroom, she had made arrangements for Terry and
Trevor to bring only enough diapers for one day. Saturday and Sunday morning
one of their moms would bring another day’s supply and take away their wet
diapers and plastic pants.
“I understand from your moms that you like
to get ‘comfortable’ when you’re at home. Feel free to do the same here,” Mrs.
broadly said leaving the room.
Terry and Trevor blushed. They had debated
whether to wear their white ‘school’ diapers or their normal ‘home’ baby-print
diapers. They chose to wear their baby-print diapers for two reasons: they were
thicker and would require fewer changes and, besides, Jarrod had already seen
them.
“What’s my mom talking about?” Jarrod
asked.
“Um,” Trevor answered, “our diapers are
kind of thick and bulky. We like to take our shoes and pants off at home so
that everything isn’t so tight.”
“That’s cool,” Andy said smiling.
“Yeah,” Jarrod agreed, “do whatever you
want.”
Terry, with a funny expression on his face,
looked over to Trevor. Trevor shrugged and kicked off his shoes and stepped out
of his pants. Terry followed suit and in a few seconds both boys stood
nervously in front of their friends. If Andy and Jarrod were shocked to see
that they wore baby-print diapers and that their diapers were already wet, they
hid it very well.
“What will we do first?” Jarrod asked
excitedly.
The weekend was a success on all fronts.
Jarrod, who had been suffering from severe cabin fever, benefited greatly from
having his friends with him. Terry and Trevor overcame their initial shyness
and even became comfortable with Mr. & Mrs. Broadly seeing them in their
diapers. They had to put up with a little bit of teasing over their huge
nighttime diapers, Spiderman plastic pants, and sleepers, but it was all done
in fun. For his part, Andy, felt honored that his friends trusted him enough to
let him see them in diapers. At first, he had been nervous about what to do
when they guys needed a change. By Sunday afternoon, he was helping to do them!
Luckily, Mrs. Broadly took care of all of Jarrod’s poopy-diaper changes.
A week after the sleepover, Jarrod was
ready for crutches. At the same time, his parents told him that his left knee
would probably need arthroscopic surgery before summer’s end. In the meantime,
he was outfitted with a leg brace. He quickly learned how to get around on his
crutches although he complained of back pain. The doctors attributed this to
his having been in bed for so long. He was prescribed a regimen of daily
exercises aimed at strengthening his muscles. This did nothing to reduce the
pain. Additionally, he was having trouble going without diapers. After a couple
of embarrassing wetting accidents, he asked his parents if he could go back to
wearing diapers, day and night, until he was sure that he could get to a
bathroom in time. His parents acquiesced and communicated their concern to the
doctors. They ordered tests to be performed.
Two days later he sat with his parents in
Dr. Phalp’s office. She only had unsettling news for them.
“It appears that Jarrod’s fall also did
extensive damage to his bladder and surrounding tissue. Unfortunately, this went
undetected because of all his other injuries. The bruising and resulting
infection have left extensive scar tissue. This means that his bladder capacity
and control are severely limited for at least the time being. We’ll need to wait several months before we
can evaluate if further treatments or surgery might provide a cure. In the
short term, he’ll need to decide what kind of protection he wants to wear. This
brochure describes various options from urine bags and clamps to shields and
protective briefs like he’s wearing now.”
Jarrod was devastated but at least he had
the good fortune of having friends he could talk to. They were taken aback at
his announcement.
“Gee,” Terry said, “that really sucks, not
knowing how long you’ll have this problem. What are you going to do?”
“I guess I have to keep on wearing diapers.
Only, they’re so noisy. What will I do when school starts again? Everybody will
know!”
Terry and Trevor understood the problem
exactly—and they were surprised that Jarrod hadn’t figured out the solution.
“You don’t hear our diapers very much, do
you? That’s because our plastic pants and diapers are a lot quieter than your
disposables,” Terry pointed out. “At school, we wear thinner diapers so you can
hardly tell they’re there.”
“Yeah,” Trevor added, “and our ‘school’
diapers and plastic pants are white, just like normal underwear.”
“Aren’t they expensive?” Jarrod asked.
“Insurance helped to pay for mine,” Terry
pointed out, “and you can use them over and over again instead of throwing them
away all the time.”
Jarrod asked his parents for cloth diapers
and plastic pants that same afternoon. After they agreed, Terry and Trevor
loaned him some of theirs to use until his supply arrived. Jarrod’s only
reservation came when his mom asked Terry and Trevor to teach her how to
properly pin him into cloth diapers. He was as red as a tomato as his friends
gave his mom a step-by-step demonstration on how to do it. They even made him
stay on the changing pad until they had pulled up his silvery plastic pants and
checked that no diaper material was sticking out. Mrs. Broadly was utterly
enchanted with how Jarrod looked in his baby-print diaper.
Jarrod’s cast came off on the eleventh of
July. X-rays showed that the bones had healed perfectly. His left leg was also
x-rayed and he finally got some good news regarding his knee. It seemed to have
healed on its own. The doctors decided that all he needed was to undergo
therapy to get both legs back in action. A therapist would come to the family
home three times a week for four weeks. Another evaluation would be made at
that time to determine if more therapy would be needed.
His therapist turned out to be a
twenty-something young lady by the name of Carmen Diar. She introduced herself
and got down to business.
“Our workouts are going to last between
thirty and forty-five minutes. Sometimes you’re going to hate me and think that
I’m asking too much but, believe me, I’m good at what I do and your total
recovery is my goal, too. So, let’s get to it. First, I need you to change out
of those cargo shorts and into something less restrictive—a bathing suit would
do,” she said.
“I don’t think that his bathing suit will
fit over his diaper and plastic pants,” Mrs. Broadly replied.
“He
wears diapers? No problem… Just take off your pants and we can get started,”
she said to Jarrod.
His hands were shaking so much that his mom
had to help him get his belt and pants undone. He felt totally embarrassed that
he was wearing a pastel blue, green, and yellow baby-block diaper.
“Today, I’m going to show you some basic
exercises that I want you to repeat at least three times a day on your own, but
not more that six. We don’t want to overdo things in the beginning. They’re
going to be different for each leg so pay close attention.”
Focusing his mind on what Carmen was
teaching him helped him to forget about his diaper and plastic pants. It took
about twenty minutes for him to learn the routines.
“You’ve done very well for the first day.
Now, you get your reward. I have a portable massage table in the car that I’m
going to bring in now. I’ll give you a ten minute massage that I’m sure you’ll
enjoy.”
Later that day as he was describing his
therapy to the other guys they were very envious of the massage he had
received.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Trevor said. “What
were you wearing during your massage?”
Jarrod covered his face with a pillow and
giggled. He didn’t want to tell them that he did his whole therapy session in
just his diaper, plastic pants, and t-shirt… and that Carmen asked him to
remove the t-shirt for his massage.
“You only had on your diaper and plastic
pants, didn’t you?” Terry asked accusingly.
Jarrod giggled into the pillow again. The
other guys understood his answer and giggled too.
By the following week, Jarrod no longer
needed to use crutches; he was able to make do with just a cane. The guys were
still very curious about his therapy sessions.
“I asked my mom and she says that, if
you’re at the house when she comes, you can stay and watch, unless Ms. Diar
says you have to leave.”
Andy was going away with his family for a
few day but Terry and Trevor said they wanted to see the next session. They
even agreed to keep their pants off, too. (Unbeknownst to them, Mrs. Broadly
talked to Ms. Diar about the boys witnessing a therapy session. Carmen’s only
concern was that Jarrod might be reluctant to been seen in his diaper by the
other boys. She was taken aback (and a little titillated) to be told that the
other two boys would be wearing exactly the same kinds of diapers and plastic
pants.)
Terry and Trevor arrived a half-hour before
the session.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Trevor
marveled.
“Me, neither,” Terry agreed.
Jarrod giggled and said that they were
going to like Carmen, that she was nice… even though some of the therapy really
hurt. Carmen arrived right on time and was immediately smitten with the two
rather shy boys she met.
“OK, since you guys are here, you can help
me.”
“Really?” the boys asked in amazement.
“Yes, you can. Now, let’s see… Jarrod and I
are going to use this space right here after we do the warm-ups… so, if you
guys lay down on your stomachs over there,” she said pointing to an area in
front of the TV, “you’ll be able to do some spotting for me.”
Having said this, she winked at Mrs.
Broadly. She didn’t really need help but she thought the boys would look
especially cute in that position. The boys scurried to their places and she
started Jarrod on the warm-ups.
“Sorry, Jarrod,” she said, “but today we’re
going to have to go further than last time. This is going to hurt some.”
“I understand,” he said nervously.
The boys admired the way Jarrod went
through the obviously painful process without complaint.
“OK, now here’s where I need your help,”
Carmen said to Terry and Trevor. “I’m going to ask Jarrod to walk in a straight
line toward you. I want you guys to watch his feet and see if he’s laying them
down straight and flat. This is what you’re looking for,” she said
demonstrating with her hands. “I’ll be checking from over here, too.”
Jarrod walked the few steps towards Terry
and Trevor and then turned around and walked back.
“Well, guys, what do you think?” Ms. Diar
asked.
“His right foot was OK but his left one
twisted a little bit as he put it down,” Trevor said.
“That’s what I was going to say, too,”
Terry agreed.
“Well, you’re right,” she said. “This is
because a damaged knee is a lot trickier to fix than a broken leg. But,” she
said to Jarrod, “you’re doing great. Most patients I work with take six or
seven weeks to get where you are in only three. I’m going out to get my table
now. Today, I’m going to concentrate on massaging your leg muscles, especially
your left leg.”
The boys watched with great interest as she
massaged Jarrod’s legs. They were fascinated by her descriptions of what she
was doing and why it was important. They blushed furiously when she thanked
them effusively for their help.
*****
By the end of August, Jarrod was finished
with therapy. He was back to normal, except for his bladder problems. It was
still too early to tell how much healing his body would do on its own or how
much medical intervention might be necessary. All Jarrod knew for sure was
that, day or night, he wet frequently, and without warning.
“Next weekend is the last weekend before
school starts,” Terry said one afternoon. “Do you guys want to come to my house
for a sleepover? My parents have already said that I can have one.”
This was greeted with enthusiastic
approval. The guys arrived at seven o’clock on Friday night. They watched a
Terminator DVD and started (but never finished) a couple of computer games
before being told it was bedtime. Mr. & Mrs. Aldersen helped Terry, Trevor,
and Jarrod get into their diapers and sleepers while Andy looked on. Mr. &
Mrs. Aldersen told them to brush their teeth and left with a forewarning that
they had another half-hour to talk and then it would be lights out. The guys
rolled out their sleeping bags and, each in turn, brushed their teeth in the
bathroom. It was now time for Terry, Trevor, and Jarrod to put Andy to the
test.
“Andy, do you think that we’re dorks
because we wear diapers?” Terry asked.
The question surprised Andy but he replied
truthfully.
“No. Why do you ask?”
“No special reason. I just wondered.”
There was a short pause in the
conversation.
“You guys don’t think that I would rat on
you, do you?” Andy wondered.
“No way,” they answered, “we trust you.”
“Yeah,” Jarrod added, “even though you
don’t know how scary it is to wear them in public— especially to school.”
“Exactly,” Trevor chimed in, “I spent six
years really afraid that someone might find out but I don’t mind that you know…
even though you don’t have to wear diapers yourself.”
“Is it really that scary?” Andy asked
innocently.
“Well, not here, right at this minute,”
Terry explained. “When I first started wearing them to school, though, I was
really terrified. Of course, I was wearing noisy disposables then.”
(The conversation now took a turn in the
direction the boys hoped it would.)
“Did it take you a long time to get used to
the feel of wearing diapers?” Andy wondered.
“Sort of,” Jarrod answered. “But once I
started wearing cloth it didn’t take much time at all.”
“I agree,” Terry added. “I thought that
cloth diapers were real easy to get used to.”
“What I like about them,” Trevor said, “is
that they practically never leak. I only have problems if I wait too long to
change… now, that’s scary— having wet pants in public, I mean.”
“So you guys are saying that you don’t mind
wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants.”
“Of course we mind,” Trevor contradicted
him, “we’d rather not have to, but it’s better to wear diapers and plastic
pants than to be forced to stay home alone all the time.”
“Sorry,” Andy apologized, “I didn’t man it
that way. I meant that you guys sound satisfied with the way your diapers and
plastic pants work.”
“You’ve got that right,” Terry agreed.
“It’s a great feeling to know that you’re protected from accidents.”
“So, what do diapers and plastic pants feel
like?” Andy asked pointedly.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Terry
answered. “Could you describe what wearing underpants feels like?”
“No, I guess not,” Andy admitted.
“Wait,” Trevor interrupted, “there’s an
obvious answer to this.”
“There is?” the others responded with
varying degrees of surprise.
“Yeah, the only way to know what underpants
feel like is to wear underpants. Right? … So, the only way to know what diapers
feel like is to wear diapers!”
“But I can’t do that!” Andy responded.
“What if someone found out?”
“See,” Trevor answered without hesitation,
“it’s working already! You’re already feeling afraid just like we do almost
every day. Please say you’ll try it.”
“I don’t know,” Andy said hesitantly.
“Please, try,” Terry and Jarrod said in
their most pleading and pitiful voices.
“OK, I guess I am curious to know what it’s
like.”
“Great!” Terry said while collecting the
supplies. “But, we’ll have to hurry and finish before my parents come to tell
us that it’s time for lights out.”
The boys had a marvelous time diapering
their friend. Andy started out being stiff and fearful but he relaxed after the
diaper was completely pinned on. The other guys wouldn’t let him stand up to
put on his plastic pants explaining that they needed to check his diaper
carefully to make sure that no material was sticking out. He balked at wearing
the sleeper until he had proven to himself that his own pajamas wouldn’t fit.
“Well,” Trevor asked, “what does it feel
like?”
“I don’t exactly know,” Andy answered. “The
diaper is much softer than I thought it would be. It’s kid of like wearing a
pillow, I guess.”
The other boys approved of his answers.
Andy still seemed nervous and kept looking at the bedside clock.
“What’s the matter?” Terry asked him.
“Isn’t it time for your parents to come and
tells us to turn out the lights?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Terry confirmed. “I
guess we should turn them off and be quiet. I think you get the idea of how
scary wearing diapers can be sometimes.”
In fact, Mrs. Aldersen didn’t come to check
on the boys for another half-hour. She was pleasantly surprised to see that
they were already asleep. Since the night was relatively warm, Terry’s guests
were sleeping on top of their sleeping bags. There was just enough light for
her to see that Andy was wearing a diaper, plastic pants, and a sleeper, too.
She smiled to herself. Boys.
Andy woke up just after dawn. He really
needed to pee. He thought about going to the bathroom but he was afraid that
Mr. or Mrs. Aldersen might hear him and come and investigate. He decided to
hold it until the others got up but he couldn’t. He thought about waking Terry
up or simply taking the sleeper and diaper off and putting his own pajamas back
on, but he didn’t want to do either of those things. If these guys can pee
their diapers I guess I can, too, he thought. This proved to be more difficult than he had guessed. Eventually,
his need was so urgent he was able to relieve himself. He was amazed at the
volume of pee that the diaper could hold. He also was amazed that he enjoyed
the way the diaper felt warm and snug. He fell back asleep, relaxed and
content.
Andy woke up again around 7:45. The others
were still sleeping but he could hear Mr. & Mrs. Aldersen stirring in their
room. He started worrying about how he would explain the wet diaper to the
others.
“Hey,” Andy said to Trevor when he saw him
waking up.
“Hey,” Trevor responded. “Is everybody
awake?
“Only Mr. & Mrs. Aldersen. I heard them
go down to the kitchen.”
“I hope the others wake up soon, I’m
hungry.”
“Me, too,” Andy agreed. “But first, will
you help me to take off the diaper and everything?”
“OK,” Trevor agreed.
Before Trevor and Andy got a chance to do
anything, Terry and Jarrod woke up.
“Mmm! I smell bacon,” Terry said.
“Yeah,” Trevor agreed. “Let’s hurry and get
Andy out of his diaper so we can go downstairs!”
His words were barely out of his mouth when
the door opened. It was Mrs. Aldersen.
“Good morning, boys. Did you sleep well?”
she asked brightly.
Andy tried to hide behind Trevor.
“I’m making bacon and pancakes. Are you
guys interested?”
“Yes,” they agreed enthusiastically. (All
except Andy who was beginning to panic.)
“Let’s go to the kitchen and get it while
everything’s hot.”
Andy pretended to have lost something and
ducked down behind the bed.
“You, too, Andy,” she said. Then, in an
attempt to make him feel less embarrassed, she added, “Did the other guys put
you up to this?”
“Sort of,” he said, raising his head above
the level of the bed.
“Well, never mind. You fit in nicely with
the others, now. I think it was sweet of you to agree to it.”
She took him by the hand and walked him to
the kitchen. No other comments were made about his attire.
“That was really good. Thank you Mrs.
Aldersen.” Trevor and Jarrod said while patting their stomachs through their
sleeper, plastic pants, and diaper.
“Thank you,” Andy and Trevor added in a
less flamboyant manner.
“So, do you guys still want to go to the
movies today?” Mr. Aldersen asked.
“Uh huh,” Terry answered for the group.
“The show is at 12:00. We’ve got lots of time.”
“Be that as it may,” his mom said, “you
still need to get out of your night diapers now. Come on, all of you—upstairs!”
She took them one at a time, starting with
Trevor. Jarrod followed and then she asked Andy to lie down on the changing
pad. He felt a flutter of excitement as Mrs. Aldersen unpinned his diaper and
cleaned him up. The flutter became a wave of excitement when she put a daytime
diaper under him and began sprinkling baby powder on his diaper area. His
rational mind told him that this was wrong, but, for some unknown reason, he
didn’t want to disappoint Mrs. Aldersen. She pinned him up and pulled a pair of
silvery plastic pants up his legs. The other guys didn’t tease him at all. In
fact, they acted as if the whole thing was completely normal.
“I can’t believe you let your mom diaper
me,” Andy said to Terry.
“Me? Why is it my fault? You’re the one who
should have asked her to stop.”
“I couldn’t,” Andy admitted. “But it
wouldn’t have happened if you had put my underwear on the bed instead of a
diaper.”
Terry didn’t want to argue that point
because it really did have some merit. He had deliberately put the diaper there
to see what his mom and Andy would do.
“What’s the difference now? We’ll be going
to the movies in a little while and your pants will cover your diaper. Nobody
will know.” Trevor pointed out.
The matter was dropped for the moment. Andy
felt like complaining that he had been given the most babyish diaper to wear
(which was true—green and blue toy trains and airplanes over a background of
small blue and yellow dots) but he was afraid that that would sound really
silly.
“All set to go?” Mr. Aldersen asked. “Just
in case, have you got extra diapers and plastic pants?”
“Right here, dad,” Terry said holding up a
gym bag.
He drove them to the Cineplex. As Terry was
getting out of the car, Mr. Aldersen asked him if he knew what to do,
“Yes, dad,” he answered irritably.
“What was that all about?” Andy asked as
they approached the ticket booth.
“The theater inspects all bags that you
bring in. My dad knows the manager and wants me to ask for her to inspect it.”
The manager was waiting for them as they
approached the entrance.
“Are you Terry?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.
“Good. Will you let me have the bag,
please?”
She discretely unzipped it as if she knew
what it contained (which she did) and gave it a cursory look through.
“This is fine… Do you see the red door that
says “Employees Only’? My office is through there. If you boys need a change,
just come on in and I’ll have it ready for you. OK?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thanks,” Terry said.
The boys found seats and waited for the
movie to begin.
“Does that lady really know that we wear…
you know?” Trevor asked.
“Well, yeah,” Terry answered. “My dad had
to tell her the truth, you know,” he added in a defensive tone.
“I guess so,” Trevor agreed. “I just feel
weird that someone else knows.”
“Me, too,” Andy said.
Ironically, Andy was the only one who
needed a change before Terry’s dad came to pick them up. This led to some
teasing from the others and the creation of a new rule. Andy would have to stay
in diapers for the whole sleepover unless he managed to remain dry from one
diaper change to the next. Unfortunately, he never succeeded at it and he had
to stay in diapers the whole time.
*****
School started up and the boys fell into a
typical, unexciting routine. October rolled around and, with it, Jarrod’s birthday.
“My parents are going to let me have a
party and a sleepover for my birthday. Will you come?”
The party was held on Friday night and
included the boys being invited to dinner. They arrived at 4:30; Jarrod had
already made himself ‘comfortable.’
“Come on,” he said, “let’s put your stuff
in my room and then come back and watch TV.”
Now that Jarrod’s regular bunk bed was back
(instead of the hospital bed) there was more room to put their stuff.
“OK, Andy,” Jarrod said with
mock-seriousness, “it’s time for you to get diapered.”
“What?” he exclaimed.
“Sleepover rules. You didn’t keep one
single diaper dry at Terry’s sleepover so you have to try again during my
sleepover,” he explained.
“But your parents…” Andy worried.
“They already know. I told them all about
it.”
“You told them that I wore diapers at
Terry’s sleepover!”
“It’s only a game… right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“No but’s… Well, actually, one butt… your
butt in a diaper.” Jarrod laughed.
The other guys rolled their eyes at the
awful pun while Andy took off his pants and underpants. Jarrod diapered Andy
while Terry and Trevor got ‘comfortable.’ They went down stairs to watch TV
until dinner was ready.
“Whatever we’re having for dinner sure
smells good,” Trevor observed.
“My mom is making all my favorites: homemade
spaghetti and meatballs and mile-high chocolate cake.”
“Awesome,” Terry said.
“Yeah, I love chocolate cake,” Andy added.
There was a knock at the side door. Whoever
it was, walked right in afterwards.
“Hi, dad. Hi, mom,” Mrs. Broadly said.
“Who’s that?” Trevor asked.
“My mom’s parents. They’re having dinner
with us and they’re going to stay for the party.”
Terry, Trevor, and Andy would have loved to
run back to get their pants but there wasn’t time.
“Where’s the birthday boy?” his grandfather
called out walking toward the den.
“Hi, grandpa,” Jarrod said giving his
grandfather a hug.
His grandmother appeared next and gave
Jarrod a hug and a kiss.
“Hello, Terry,” she said. (They lived two
houses away from his house.) “Your mom told me that you’d be here this weekend…
And who are these other boys?” she asked Jarrod.
He introduced Trevor and Andy as
schoolmates. She wished them all a happy weekend and headed for the kitchen to
help out. Jarrod’s grandfather went in search of the newspaper.
“You did that on purpose,” Andy accused
Jarrod.
“Did what?” Jarrod asked with outrageously
non-believable innocence.
“You know what! We’d have kept our
pants on if we’d known that your grandparents were coming.”
“Oh, yeah. I guess I forgot.”
The other boys didn’t believe him for a
second, especially since he couldn’t keep a superior smirk off his face.
“Besides,” Jarrod continued, “they don’t
care if you’re wearing diapers. I’m sure that my other grandparents won’t mind
either.”
This last announcement was too much. They dog
piled onto Jarrod and only stopped when he told them that he was afraid to hurt
his knee again.
“I still say that that was a really dirty
trick,” Andy said.
“Yeah, and your grandparents live in my
neighborhood,” Terry added. “Now they know that I wear diapers.”
“They’re not going to tell anyone,” Jarrod
said reassuringly. “Anyway, how can you be sure that they didn’t already know?
This wasn’t something that Terry wanted to
hear. This got him thinking about the number of people who knew that they wore
diapers.
“You know,” he said, “there are probably
about forty or fifty people who know that we wear diapers.”
“So many!” Trevor responded.
“Yeah, think about it. All of our parents
know—except yours, Andy,” he teased. “Then, if I start counting, my grandparents
know, and my aunt and uncle know, and my two little cousins might know—but I
hope not. If you add up all the people in your families who know, it’ll come
out to a lot.”
The boys did a little arithmetic and were
surprised by the results—at least sixty-four people knew about one or all of
them wearing diapers.
“That’s an awful lot of people who might
blab,” Trevor said sadly.
“Yeah, let’s hope they don’t.”
Jarrod’s other grandparents arrived and
they sat down to dinner. Afterwards, they left the table so that Jarrod could
open his presents. He was very satisfied with the assortment of games and
clothes that he received. The cake was cut and Jarrod’s grandparents left right
after the clean up was finished.
“Let’s load these pinball games onto my
computer,” Jarrod suggested.
“Diaper changes first,” his mom said.
Since it was past nine o’clock the boys
were changed into their nighttime diapers, plastic pants, and sleepers. So far,
the fall had been colder than normal so the boys had switched to wearing their
heavier, footed sleepers, which took Andy by surprise. These weren’t solid
colors like the summertime sleepers; they were patterned. Terry’s was royal
blue with old-fashioned railroad engines; Trevor’s was aqua with smiling green
frogs; Jarrod’s was gray with monster trucks; and, Andy was given a dark blue
one covered with soccer balls.
“These have ‘feet’ on them,” Andy observed
in surprise.
“Yeah, isn’t it cool,” Trevor answered
enthusiastically. “You don’t have to wear slippers!”
The boys played Jarrod’s new pinball games
for the rest of the evening. The Broadlys had trouble getting them down but by
twelve-thirty the room was finally quiet.
“We are so lucky that Jarrod has support
from these other boys,” Mrs. Broadly whispered to her husband.
“Yes, and these guys are really funny,
too.”
“What do you mean funny?”
“I mean funny, humorous, good senses
of humor. They’ll keep each other’s spirits up.”
“Yes, I see. And,” she said with a motherly
thrill in her voice, “they’re so cute in their diapers and sleepers!”
“Just don’t let them hear you say that,”
her husband cautioned. “The last thing that boys their age want to be called is
cute, especially if you add diapers and sleepers to the
equation.”
Trevor wasn’t asleep yet and he listened to
the whole conversation. He curled up in his sleeping bag. His last thought
before drifting off to sleep was that he didn’t mind being called cute
even if it involved diapers and sleepers.
*****
The next birthday to come up was Andy’s, in
late November. (He was the one who had held the first birthday sleepover, three
years previously.)
“So what are you doing for your birthday?”
Terry asked by way of a broad hint.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “Haven’t
decided yet.”
“Are you expecting any cool stuff from your
parents?” Trevor asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“If you get any cool stuff, will you invite
us over?” Jarrod wondered.
“OK. OK. I get it,” Andy said in
exasperation. “I’ll ask my parents if I can have a sleepover.”
Actually, Andy wasn’t opposed to a
sleepover; he just wondered what his parents would feel about the other guys
wearing diapers. His parents, however, didn’t have any problems with it and
consented without a second thought. The sleepover would start with Andy’s
actual birthday, the day after Thanksgiving, and continue through to Sunday
morning.
“Because it’s a holiday my parents say that
you can come anytime you want,” Andy announced. “But, remember, you can’t get
‘comfortable’ in front of my parents.”
The consensus opinion was that they would
arrive around 11:00. It turned out to be a rainy day, which cut out all outdoor
activities. Nonetheless, there were lots of activities to keep them busy all
afternoon. The unwrapping of his gifts followed dinner. Andy was very thrilled
at the PlayStation 2 accessories he received. His grandparents (who lived out
of state) sent him clothes and a couple of handheld games.
“Here, open this next,” his mom said.
Feels like a coat or something, he
thought while opening the box. No, it’s a weird sweater.
“Go ahead, take it out and look at it,” his
mom coaxed.
His mouth dropped open when he realized
that it was a footed sleeper just like Terry, Trevor, and Jarrod wore. It was
purple with airplanes, helicopters, fanciful space ships, and white clouds all
over it.
“Do you like it?” his mom asked.
He buried his glowing face in the sleeper.
The other boys looked at each other and giggled.
“I think we’ve embarrassed him,” his dad
said. “We thought that it would be better if you had your own so that you
wouldn’t have to borrow them anymore.”
“You know about the sleepovers?” Andy said
in a very little voice.
“Yes,” his dad said, “it’s OK.”
“Well, go ahead,” his mom coaxed again,
“what do you think of the other one?”
The other sleeper, which he hadn’t even
noticed in the box, featured blue- and red-shirted teddy bears over a red plaid
background. This time, Andy giggled, too.
“Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad.”
His dad placed a very large box in front of
him. Andy was almost afraid to open it. Could it possibly be something
associated with the sleepers he just received? His heart started beating fast.
He would be terribly disappointed if it wasn’t and terribly embarrassed if it
was! He tore through the paper and his heart beat faster. The box was the box
his mom’s new microwave had come in— whatever was inside had been specially
packed by his parents. He tore the tape off and opened the flaps. He was too
excited to attempt to hide his happiness. He face was radiant as he took out
the eight semi-transparent baby-print plastic pants. The remainder of the box
was filled with eight glistening, soft nighttime diapers.
“Well, do you approve?” his father teased.
“Yes!” Andy said as a new wave of blushing
overtook him.
Andy almost objected as the box was taken
away; however, a bigger one replaced it. This time there was no hesitation. He
ripped through the paper and again noticed that it was a box he had seen in the
garage. (Don’t my parents ever throw anything away?) Inside, he found
eighteen ‘home’ baby-print diapers and their companion silvery plastic pants.
“Wow!” he exclaimed, realizing that he had
just received enough diapers and plastic pants to wear every day.
“Check if there’s anything else,” him mom
said.
Diapers and plastic pants flew in every
direction as he dug into the box.
“’School’ diapers!” he said in amazement.
He had it all! Diapers for home, school,
and nighttime! He hugged his parents who were genuinely relieved that they had
guessed correctly about his desires.
“Let’s clean up some of this mess so that I
can serve the cake and ice cream,” his mom said.
The boys jumped to quickly clean up the
living room.
“After you’ve finished eating, I think
it’ll be time to change into your night clothes,” Andy’s mom announced.
“OK,” Andy agreed quickly, expectation and
excitement written all over his face.
“Let us pick which sleeper and
plastic pants you’ll wear,” Trevor suggested.
“OK,” Andy agreed again.
The boys selected the red plaid sleeper
with the teddy bears and a pair of yellow plastic pants that had light and dark
brown teddy bears on it.
“Teddy bears, huh?” Andy noted.
“Yup,” the others said snickering.
The source of their amusement was soon
revealed. Each of them had brought teddy-bear-themed sleepers and plastic
pants.
“You knew!” Andy exclaimed. “You planned
this!”
The others laughed and Andy joined in.
“When did you find out?” he demanded.
“Oh, about a month ago,” Trevor said
smugly.
“And you didn’t tell me!” Andy complained.
“Of course not. We wanted you to be really
surprised,” Terry said.
“It wasn’t easy keeping our mouths shut, either,” Jarrod added. “Once, I was sure you had heard us talking but I guess you didn’t.”
Andy, as the guest of honor, was diapered
first. Unlike the other parents, Andy’s mom didn’t need any help; he had worn
pin-on cloth diapers as a baby.
“It’s like what they say about riding a
bicycle—you never forget,” she explained.
After they were ready, the boys went to
watch TV. Andy’s mom stood for a long moment gazing at them. She then joined
her husband who was cleaning up the kitchen.
“The guys are watching TV?” Andy’s dad
asked.
“Yes,” she answered dreamily.
Her husband stopped and turned toward her.
“Having regrets?”
“Oh, no! Just the opposite! They look so darling
in their teddy bear sleepers I can hardly tear myself away from them.”
Her husband smiled.
“Don’t give me that look!” she said.
“You’ll say the same thing once you’ve seen them.”
*****
Andy was too wound up to concentrate on the
TV and the others weren’t that interested either.
“Do you guys know how my parents found
out?”
“Yeah,” Terry answered, “I do. My parents
told them after my sleepover in August.”
“All the way back then!”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Terry confirmed. “But I
didn’t know that until your mom and dad asked us to help pick out stuff for
you.”
“Did your parents tell my parents that I
wore diapers again at your sleepover?” Andy asked Jarrod.
“Not exactly. Your parents called up and
asked if you had worn them. A couple of days later, they asked me, Terry, and
Trevor to suggest stuff for them to order for your birthday.”
“You sure gave them a lot of suggestions,”
Andy commented.
“Maybe, But they’re the one who actually
bought the stuff,” Terry pointed out.
“So,” Trevor said, coming to the point,
“are you going to wear it all? You know, the ‘school’ diapers, and everything
else.”
That was a good question. Andy had thought
a lot about his friends wearing their diapers 24/7 and it had excited him. Up
until today, he imagined that he would only get the occasional chance to wear
diapers at three or four sleepovers a year.
“Would you mind if I did?”
“Why would we mind?” Trevor asked.
“I don’t know… because you have to
and I don’t? ”
“What difference does that make?” Jarrod
asked.
“I don’t know,” Andy repeated. “Don’t you
think that I’m weird for wanting to wear diapers?”
“I don’t,” Trevor answered. “There are a
lot of advantages to wearing diapers, you know. You don’t have to run to the
bathroom all the time and… you’re going to think that I’m weird… but I think
it’s kind of cool to feel your pee soak into your diaper.”
“Don’t you mean warm?” Terry teased
him.
Trevor punched him in the arm. Jarrod and
Andy laughed.
“And you remember what happened to Kenny
Basslee last year when he peed his pants in the middle of the play. No one
would have know if he had been wearing diapers and plastic pants,” Jarrod said.
“Yeah, and, last year, when I went skiing
with my mom and dad, I saw this kid walking back to the lodge. He was older
than us and his mom was yelling at him because he had wet his pants,” Terry
said, getting into the spirit of things.
“OK, OK, I get it,” Andy said. “I never said
that I wouldn’t wear them, you know.”
He was understating things when he said
that. In fact, he was overjoyed to wear them and it showed in his demeanor for
the rest of the sleepover. Before going to bed that night, he cleaned out all the underwear and pajamas
from his dresser and replaced them with as many of his diapers, plastic pants
and sleepers that would fit. No one doubted that he would be wearing ‘school’
diapers on Monday and for many days and months thereafter.
*****
Jarrod’s next appointment with Dr. Phalps
fell two weeks before Christmas. At her request, he had been taken to his
regular pediatrician for a routine physical exam the week before. He found this
extremely embarrassing even after he found out that the pediatrician already
knew about his diapers. He also wondered what good any of this would do. It was
obvious to him that there had been no improvement in his ability to control his
bladder.
“Do I have to go?” Jarrod complained the
morning of the appointment.
“Of course you do. Dr. Phalps is only
trying to help,” his mom answered. “Don’t be so negative.”
“But nothing’s going to change!”
“We don’t know that… give things a chance.
It’s almost time to leave. Do you need to be changed?”
Jarrod wondered how come his mom didn’t see
that her question only proved his point. He had been put into this diaper at
9:00 and, already, at 10:45 it was soaked.
They arrived promptly at 11:30. Dr. Phalps
spent about forty-minutes examining Jarrod and asking him questions about his
daily routines, including whether or not he usually felt the urge to wet, how
many times he was surprised to find that he was wetting or had wet his diaper,
and how many days on the average he woke up dry in the morning. Jarrod answered
that he rarely knew when he was about to wet and that he never woke up dry in
the morning. She asked him to get dressed and they moved into her private
office.
“I see from your pediatrician’s report that
Jarrod is in excellent general health. He could stand to put on a little weight
but, with some many overweight children today, I guess we shouldn’t complain,”
she quipped. Turning more serious, she said, “I told you several months ago
that I’d need time to come a conclusion regarding a diagnosis and long term
prognosis for Jarrod’s control problems. Frankly, I was hoping that by now you
would have regained a higher degree of control than you describe. This points
to a severe problem that has both neurological and muscular causes. As I see
it, you have two choices. First, do nothing. Your condition has stabilized and
I doubt that it will get worse over the years; however, it won’t improve
either. You’d have to use some sort of protective garment or urinary collection
device for the rest of your life.”
“And the other choice?” Mrs. Broadly asked.
“We could use aggressive methods to try to
eliminate or, at least, mitigate the problem. The most common treatment would
involve a combination of surgery and long-term medication.”
“What does that mean?” Jarrod asked.
“We would run an MRI to get as good a picture
of the problem as possible and then decide if surgery would help you regain
muscle control. Then, if that surgery is successful, you would be prescribed
certain medications to get at the neurological side of your condition,” she
explained.
“What are the chances that this treatment
will work?” Jarrod’s mom asked.
Dr. Phalps thought for a few moments and
then answered, “Optimistically, seventy-five/twenty-five— against. And, there
is about a five percent chance that things could get worse.”
“I see,” Mrs. Broadly answered. “Thank you
for your honesty. I think that we’ll need to talk about this as a family. May
my husband call you if he has questions?’
“Certainly. And either of you should feel
free to call, too. Take your time discussing it. There’s no urgency one way or
the other.”
“See, I told you,” Jarrod said as they were
driving home.
His mom opened her mouth to say something
but she stopped. She realized that it was unfair to Jarrod to make the
situation seem rosier than it was. On the other hand, she felt that she needed
to say something so that Jarrod wouldn’t go into a depression over it.
“In one way, honey, you’re
right—twenty-five percent doesn’t seem like such good odds. On the other hand,
that’s still a fairly big number. We need to think about that, too.”
“But she said optimistically.
Doesn’t that mean that she was exaggerating a little bit? And, what if
something goes wrong and things get worse?” he asked.
“I don’t know. That’s why we need to think
about it.”
As soon as he got home, Jarrod asked to go
to Andy’s house where he knew Terry and Trevor also were. He told them what the
doctor had said. The guys were divided about what to do.
“I agree with Jarrod,” Terry said. “The
odds are too stacked against him. Why go to all that trouble if you’re practically
sure that it won’t help?
“But that’s not what the doctor said. She
said that there was still a twenty-five percent chance of success. Twenty-five
percent is big,” Trevor pointed out.
“Not on a math test,” Terry answered.
“This isn’t the time for jokes,” Trevor
chastised him.
“Sorry, but you know what I mean.
Twenty-five percent isn’t a lot.”
“What do you think, Andy?” Jarrod wondered.
“I don’t know. I kind of understand how you
feel. The odds are against you, On the other hand, there’s only a five
percent chance that you could wind up worse but a twenty-five percent chance
that you’ll get better. I think I would want to take the chance and hope for
the best.”
Jarrod went home more unsure about what to
do than before. That night, he and his parents also discussed the issue
extensively. He felt that his mom wanted him to do it and that his dad didn’t.
He thought about it for a long time before he fell asleep. When he woke up the
next morning he thought of something that no one else had thought of and he
made his decision.
“Mom, dad,” he said during breakfast, “I’ve
made up my mind. I don’t want to do it right now.”
“Oh, honey, are you sure that you don’t
need more time to think?” his mom said in a worried voice.
“No, I don’t. The doctor said that things
wouldn’t get worse if I did nothing, right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” his mom admitted.
“And, medicine gets better all the time,
right?”
“Yes, honey, that’s mostly true, too,” his
mom answered.
“The way I figure it, if I wait until I’m
older, the odds won’t get any worse and maybe they’ll get a lot better. Doesn’t
that make sense?” he asked.
“Yes, Jarrod, it does,” his dad answered.
“You just let us know when you’re ready and we’ll be there to help you.”
Jarrod felt good about his decision. He was
doubly please that his friends approved.
“I really didn’t want to go back into the
hospital again,” he confessed, “especially if there was such a small chance of
getting cured.”
“So you’re saying that you’d rather keep on
wearing diapers,” Andy teased.
“Not exactly,” he answered. “But I did
think about what I would do if I got cured.”
“And…” Trevor prompted anxiously.
Jarrod let the suspense build before he
finally answered, “I thought that I would want to be like Andy and keep on
wearing them forever.”
Andy smiled at him before they all dog
piled onto Jarrod.
The End