JUSTIN

*WARNING* The beginning of this story (first two parts) may 
be disturbing to some readers.

Chapter 1-Introduction

	"Cough Cough COUGH!!!" I rolled over and clutched my 
stomach, and continued coughing. Every time I would take a 
breath, the cold air around me entered my body and made me 
shiver uncontrollably. I tried to get my meager blanket to 
cover my chest and arms and back. The wetness of my diaper 
is cold against my skin, and it burns from a horrible rash. 
Tears rolled down my face, and I can't control them. The 
pitch black of the night outside my window scares me, and I 
close my eyes.
	My name is Justin McCarthy. I am 16 years old, with 
blond hair and blue eyes. I weigh about 120 lbs, and I am 5 
foot 5. I never grew to my potential due to malnutrition. I 
was thin and lanky. My blond hair was cut oddly, and my skin 
was often covered in bruises and scabs. I lived with my 
parents in a small house in Dedham, Massachusetts.
	My room is pitiful. A small room with plain brown 
walls, a book shelf, my large crib and a changing table. Not 
very fitting for a 16 year boy. A cracked window allows the 
weather to be felt on my light, soft skin. I roll over and 
feel that I have messed my self, and then the tears come 
more powerfully.
	I have always been in diapers. My parents never potty 
trained me. I don't think that they were ready for the 
responsibilities of parenthood. My mother, Ellie, was 14 
when she had me, and my dad, Charlie, was 17. With strict 
Catholic families, they were forced to marry and unable to 
divorce. I don't really remember that much about my 
childhood, but my treatment got worse and worse as the years 
went by. My parents were cut off entirely from their 
families. Except for my mother's older sister Karen, and her 
husband Bill and daughter Jillian. They were the only 
relatives that we ever saw. They visited occasionally, and 
my mother and aunt would fight about the way I was being 
treated and how is was disgusting. Aunt Karen once 
threatened to call the police. One time, Aunt Karen said to 
me Someday I could live with her and she would take care of 
me. Then I would cry, and be taken from the room by my 
mother, humiliated by my behavior, and locked into my crib 
in the dark. I hated the dark, my parents knew that and 
therefore there we no lights ever to be turned on in my 
room.
	At School, it was almost as bad as at home. My parents 
did not do much as for supplying me with clothes. I really 
only had a few pairs of tattered sweatpants and jeans, and 
some thin shirts. the pants allowed for constant views of my 
diapers, which was most humiliating. I had no friends at 
all. I got beat up, tortured, harassed. The school nurse 
would scowl at me when I came to her office for a change. 
Eventually, tired of her disapproving stares, I stopped 
going to her, and often would remain in my messy diapers all 
school day.
	But nothing was as bad as my home life. My father would 
physically beat me for wetting my self, or making a mess, or 
doing any thing in his presence. Sometimes he would pour ice 
water into my diapers, just for his own amusement We never 
really talked, and I tried to stay out of his way. I think 
that my mother was afraid of him too, he was a big guy, 
about 6'1 with a growing pot belly. He worked construction. 
My mother would only change me 2 or 3 times a day, leaving 
me in soiled, leaky diapers for hours at a time. She told me 
absolute how I was a mistake, how she despised me, how I was 
a waste of life. She never took me to the doctor, so 
therefore I was always sick, and always wet. I can't 
remember a day when I didn't have diaper rash. Mom had a 
slim frame, and wild blond hair, she was a waitress. My dad 
hit me and smacked me around when he was drunk, or tired of 
arguing with my mother.

Chapter 2- Last Days

	I woke up feeling like vomiting. A terrible smell 
permeated from me. Between my legs was a whole day's worth 
of pee and poop. It was cold and was leaking out of the 
sides if I moved around too much. I put my head down onto 
the bare mattress and closed my eyes, thinking about how I 
wished I could be anywhere but here. Suddenly, my door burst 
open, shocking me back into reality. It was my mother. 
Wordlessly she unlocked my crib and let down the bar. "Get 
up there," she said, motioning towards the changing table. I 
got up out of my crib and stretched, I had been in my crib 
for 2 days straight. "NOW!" she said, and I hurried on to 
the table. "Jesus Christ, this is so disgusting, when are 
you ever going to grow up, you stupid baby?!" my mother 
exclaimed upon opening the tapes of my diaper. I stayed 
silent, not wanting to provoke her. She did a sloppy job as 
usual cleaning me up, and put me into a new diaper. "And 
don't even think of coming to me if you shit yourself again, 
I'll change you when I feel like it." And that was it. 
	She left the room. I sat there for a moment and looked 
out the window. The sky was gray and the wind was picking 
up. I grabbed a long sleeve t shirt and put it on. Pants 
were not allowed. It was Saturday and I was grateful. No 
school.
	I left my room and snuck into the bathroom down the 
hall. I was often "encouraged" to use the toilet, so if my 
parents saw me doing so, they were pleased, they didn't like 
keeping me in diapers, but I was never able to be potty 
trained. No doctor could explain it. The babyish treatment 
was to keep me in line and to try to force me out of 
diapers, while in reality it just kept me in them. In the 
bathroom I removed my diaper and wiped myself clean with a 
towel and clean water. I had the worst diaper rash you could 
ever imagine. seeing it brought tears to my eyes. but I 
fought them back. I taped myself up and left for the living 
room. I lay on the couch and watched TV for a bit.
	My throat burned and I desperately wanted something to 
drink. I didn't learn how to drink out of cups, just baby 
bottles, bottle necked dinks and straws. I grabbed the milk 
from the fridge, and opened a cabinet to get out a bottle. 
In the process I knocked a glass of the shelf, and it 
shattered on the floor.
	Panic struck. My mother would be furious, surely she 
would tell my dad and he would whack the hell out of me. 
"What the hell...?" I saw my mother standing before me in 
the doorway. "What the hell did you just break?" I looked at 
the glass on the floor. She looked, too, her face was slowly 
growing red. "Oh you are so going to get it when your father 
gets home..." She grabbed my arm and dragged me into my 
room. "Get in your crib NOW!" I got in and she locked the 
gate and put the top hatch over and locked that, too. Tears 
started to flow down my cheeks. "Oh, the poor wittle baby is 
crying. Well, you can just sit here and think about what you 
did," she said coldly. "Mom please, I'm sorry, it was an 
accident, I'll clean it up I promise! Please..." I begged 
"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear it, stay here and I'll send 
daddy in to take care of you as soon as he gets home." She 
laughed and left me alone. I cried harder now. I was so 
scared. My father was surely going to spank me, and with 
this rash, it would surely be excruciating. Then I started 
to pray, I prayed that someone would take me away from here. 
Then I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
	I woke up to hear my dad coming in the front door. My 
mother greeted him and I heard her talking, but I was unable 
to understand what she was saying. My father replied "What?! 
Oh, this is it!" I heard his foot steps headed towards me, I 
was so scared that I hopelessly wet myself. The door burst 
open and my father stood there, red in the face and fuming. 
"What makes you think that you can just go breaking anything 
you want to, huh? You think your so tough?! We'll see who is 
tough!" He unlocked my crib and lifted me out. He carried me 
to a nearby chair and ripped off my diaper. "PLEASE NO DON'T 
DO IT I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!" I screamed. but to no avail. 
WHACK WHACK WHACK! I screamed and cried some more "This will 
teach you, you little brat!" He yelled. After about 5 
minutes of continuous spanking, my father stopped. He stood 
me up and punched me in the face. He wrestled me to the 
ground and hit me some more all over my body. He turned me 
over onto my stomach, grabbed me by my hair and slammed my 
head onto the floor. I felt the blood trickle down from my 
forehead and out of my mouth. He grabbed my by the back of 
the neck and dragged me to my crib and tossed me like a rag 
doll into it. He laughed and left the room. I was totally 
naked. I cried and cried and cried. But no one came to 
comfort me. slowly, I felt my mind slipping, and I passed 
out.

Chapter 3-Rescue

	I woke up that night, I was lying in a puddle of my own 
urine, blood and poop. I couldn't move, my body ached and my 
face hurt terribly. My forehead burned with a raging fever. 
I lay there for a few moments, silently. Until I saw lights 
pulling into our driveway, I heard several voices, and a 
knock at the door. My mother answered it. I could barely 
make out the conversation. "Hello?" "Hello Ma'am, I'm 
detective Smith, and this is Ms. Sullivan, a social worker," 
Said a man's voice. "Your neighbors called us today about 
hearing screaming, like someone was being murdered, would 
you know anything about that, ma'am?" the officer asked my 
mother. "No I can't say that I have..."mom replied. "WHO is 
at the Door Ell?!" my dad bellowed. "Cops," she said back. 
"Ma'am do you have any children?" asked the social worker. 
"Yeah, uh, I have a son." she replied. "Ma'am, could we 
please just speak with your son for a moment?" "Um, he's 
asleep, come back another time." "I must insist, ma'am." 
"Um, uh, ok, fine, hold on one second."
	My mother came into my room and closed the door, she 
came over to me and told me not to say a word or I was dead. 
The officer opened the door, to my mother's surprise and 
turned on his flashlight. "JESUS CHRIST!" He screamed, the 
look of horror on his face was unforgettable, the social 
worker followed him immediately, and was shocked by my state 
of living. "Ma'am.." The young officer's voice was shaky, "I 
think he will be coming with us now." "You can't do that!" 
my mother yelled, my father was now in the door way "What 
the fuck is going on? He is not going ANYWHERE!" "I'm afraid 
he is sir" said the social worker. The officer called for 
back up, and escorted my parents out of the room. the social 
worker turned on the overhead light and looked at me. "You 
poor dear, no one is going to hurt you anymore..." She sort 
of trailed off. Another officer came into my room. "Help me 
get him into the bathroom..." She said "Bring me a diaper 
from that shelf, I think he may be needing it." The officer 
wrapped me in a blanket and carried me into the bathroom. I 
heard my parents yelling, and the officer reading them their 
rights.
	In the bathroom, the social worker cleaned me off and 
put me into a clean diaper. She cleaned the dried blood from 
off of my face and looked at me. "You're going to be ok, 
honey, we're going to take good care of you...." I couldn't 
hear what came after that because I passed out again.
	"Justin?" I heard my name coming from somewhere. 
"Justin? Wake up honey, just open your eyes..." I slowly 
opened my eyes. my vision was blurry, but it cleared up 
quickly. I saw a young woman staring down at me. She smiled 
and pushed my hair off of my forehead. "Hey there, cutie 
pie, how are you feeling?" she asked. I tried to speak but 
no words came out, just babble. I couldn't even talk. Inside 
my head I was panicking, screaming for help and answers. I 
looked around frantically, I was in a brightly colored 
hospital room. It was daytime, and there was a nurse in the 
corner, holding a diaper and changing supplies. I started to 
get up. I could feel that I had a tube going into my nose, 
connected to an oxygen outlet in the wall. "It's ok, it's 
ok, don't worry, just relax, honey, Justin...Justin, tell me 
what you want." She said, holding me down to the bed by my 
arms. I struggled and tried to scream, now it was coming 
out, I screamed and screamed, panicking. The more I 
screamed, the worse the pain in my throat got, it burned. My 
butt hurt badly, and I felt really, really wet. I started to 
cry and began kicking. "Hanna, strap his legs down, he's 
panicking!" I was restrained to the bed with straps. 
"Shhhhh, shhhhh..." said the first nurse, touching my 
forehead and leaning in close. "You're ok, we're just going 
to change your diaper, ok? Can we do that for you?" She 
asked softly. I nodded my head and continued crying. I was 
so confused, I tried to ask them what happened, but nothing 
came out, just babble and crying sounds. "Poor kid," said 
Hanna, "He's so scared, I don't think he can talk." "I know, 
I can't believe that there are people out there that would 
do this to their own child." The first nurse lifted up my 
hospital gown, revealing a plain white diaper, much like the 
ones I wore at home. It had a bright yellow strip on the 
front, indicating that I was wet. "Justin, stay still, we 
are just going to change you, ok?" Hanna said to me. I 
nodded. I was embarrassed to be changed by these two young 
women, both very pretty. They untaped me and pulled the wet 
diaper out from under me. The first nurse wiped me off 
carefully, and applied some cream to my rash, which 
immediately soothed the burning and itching. She powdered 
heavily me and slipped a fresh diaper under me, and taped me 
up. Being in a fresh, clean, powdered diaper was one of the 
best feelings I had had in a long time. "There, all better 
sweetie, is there anything I can get for you?" She asked. 
"Wa...Wat....Wa..Er" I managed to get out. "Water?" I nodded 
furiously. Hanna gave the first nurse a cup of water with a 
straw. I just looked at it, I didn't know how to drink from 
a straw all of a sudden. I started to cry again. "What's 
wrong?" Hanna asked the first nurse. "Ba...Ba...I nee Ba..." 
I struggled to say, meaning that I needed a bottle. "I think 
he wants a bottle..." Hanna said to the first nurse. "I'll 
go get one from the kitchen, just stay here and talk to him 
ok?" Hanna got up and left.
	"Justin, my name is Tammy. You are in the hospital, you 
were brought here from your home last night, you've been 
unconscious for quite sometime, but you are safe now with 
us, and we are going to take good care you, do you 
understand me?" Tammy asked sweetly, holding my hand. I 
nodded and turned away from her as more tears fell down my 
cheek. I felt like my chest was going to explode. Hanna 
returned with a baby bottle filled with water. She handed it 
to Tammy and she put the nipple to my lips. I drank 
furiously, the cool water soothing my burning throat. I 
finished most of it. "There, all better, do you need 
anything else?" Asked Tammy. "I...I...I...sca...wd" I tried 
to tell her I was scared and confused, but only babyish 
babble came out. "It's ok, you are safe now, we'll be back 
in a little bit to check on you ok honey, just push this 
button if you need us, ok?" Tammy said. I nodded at her and 
the two of them left.
	I was alone in my room. I continued to cry. Although I 
was out of my prison, I felt like I was in a mental house 
now. What was going to happed to me? Where were my parents? 
Where would I go from here? The more I thought about it the 
harder I cried, until I was practically wailing. No words 
came out, just more and more babble. I started to cough. 
Tammy came back into the room. "Justin, what's wrong? What 
do you need?" She asked. "I...stuck" I said, trying to tell 
her to let me out of the restraints. "You want me to take 
the restraints off?" she asked. I nodded. She unstrapped me 
and I stretched a bit. Then, a doctor came in. He was an 
older man, and was carrying a folder. He had white hair and 
glasses, he looked friendly enough. "Hey Justin, I'm Dr. 
Marx, How are we doing today?" I just kind of looked at him. 
"He doesn't seem to be able to talk Dr. Marx." Tammy said 
softly to him. "Hmmmm," the doctor said and wrote something 
down in his folder. He listened to my heart, and breathing, 
and checked my bandages. "You're doing better then you were 
last night, son," he said to me, then turned to Tammy. "How 
is the infection?" "It's pretty bad, it seems to be hurting 
him a lot, and there is still some bleeding, but we check 
him every 10 minutes to make sure it stays dry." "What about 
his temp?" "100.1, going down." "Good, Good, well, give him 
a lot of fluids, and if he wants to eat, no solids, his 
throat is almost swollen shut from strep. Jell-O or ice 
cream, you know? Put him on the oxygen mask if he needs it, 
and keep an eye on that concussion, I'll be back in a few 
hours to check on him. Ok Justin? Tammy will take good care 
of you." He said turning to me smiling, and writing more 
things into his notebook. I nodded. He left and Tammy 
followed him.
	"Hey!" I heard a soft voice next to me. "Wha?" I said 
back. The curtain to my right opened and there stood a young 
boy, maybe a little younger then me. I sat up and hid my 
exposed diaper under my hospital gown. "Are you ok? You sure 
do have a loud voice, you scream a lot, I'm George, I'm 13, 
I got hit by a car 3 days ago, why are you here? Is it true 
you can't talk? Why are you wearing a diaper?" He talked so 
fast and jumbled I could barely make out each question. I 
was still crying. "Don't cry, boys don't cry. Why are you 
here?" I tried to tell him, but no words came out, only more 
gibberish. "You can't talk, can you? " I shook my head no. 
"I'm sorry that you are hurt, hey hold on a second." He 
grabbed his crutches and walked over to the far wall, and 
grabbed a laminated piece of paper. He showed it to me. It 
had pictures on it. There were happy and sad faces, scared 
faces. Pictures of toilets and food and drinks, nurses and a 
family. "What are you feeling?" he asked me. I pointed to 
the scared face. And then the pain face. "I'm sorry, do you 
want me to get Tammy or Hanna...?" Hanna walked in just at 
that moment. "George, get back in bed, you aren't supposed 
to be walking around. Have you met Justin?" She said, 
lifting him back onto his bed and tucking him in. "Yeah, we 
just met, here, use the chart, he can read!" George said, 
feeling accomplished that he had found a way to communicate 
with me.
	Every 10 minutes Tammy or Hanna came into the room to 
check my diaper. The doctor had given strict orders that my 
infection was to stay dry. The hospital was a strange place. 
There was a TV on the wall across from me, and I tried to 
watch it, but I wasn't in the mood. I tried to sleep, but I 
kept being woken up. It was frustrating and scary. George 
had visitors all day. His family and friends. It made me 
feel awful when I could hear them all laughing and talking 
about how George was coming home that day.
	The slim social worker from my house walked into my 
room and smiled at me. "Hello Justin, how are you feeling 
this afternoon?" She asked pulling up a chair next to me. I 
tried to say "ok", but it came out as "A kay." "Justin, can 
you talk?" I shook my head no and started to cry again. 
"It's alright dear, have you always been unable to speak?" I 
shook my head no again. "Why can't you talk now, Justin, is 
it because your throat hurts?" I shook my head no again, I 
grabbed the laminated card and pointed to the scared face, 
and then I pointed to the sentence "I don't know.". "You are 
scared and you don't know why you can't talk? Is that right, 
Justin?" I nodded. "Justin, do you know what has happened to 
you? Do you want me to tell you?" I nodded again hesitantly. 
"Ok, we received a few calls last night from some of your 
neighbors, saying that they heard screaming coming from your 
house, and that they had heard screaming and the sounds of 
struggling before. We came to your house and brought you 
here last night, you were unconscious for a very long time, 
but you are going to be ok, we are giving you lots of 
medicine and will take good care of you. Do you have any 
family besides your parents?" I nodded and reached for her 
pen and pad of paper. She gave it to me and I wrote down 
"Aunt Karen and Uncle Bill, they live in New Hampshire, I 
think the phone number is 603 555 7723." I had memorized it 
just in case I ever needed her help. "Ok, we are going to 
give them a call. Is there anything else you want to tell 
me?" She asked, handing me back the pad of paper. I wrote, 
"I want to be with my aunt and uncle, please don't send me 
home, I am so scared." She read my message and smiled. "You 
are staying right here, now get some rest." she said. She 
got up and left the room. I could feel an unpleasant 
rumbling in my stomach, and all of a sudden I messed my 
diaper. It was wet and soupy, almost like a liquid. I 
started to cry harder because it burned my rash. I pushed 
the nurse's call button. Hanna came in. "Justin, what's 
wrong?" I pointed to the toilet on the card. "Do you need a 
changing?" I nodded. Hanna put down the guard rails on 
either side of me and helped me up, I could barely walk. She 
helped me into the bathroom and told me to lie down on the 
floor on a plastic pad that was already there. She took down 
a thick white diaper from the shelf above me and some 
supplies. She put on a pair of gloves and untaped me. It was 
pretty disgusting, and humiliating. But Hanna just smiled 
and talked softly to me, she told me that it was ok and that 
this was nothing to be ashamed about. She wiped me off and 
applied more lotion to my backside. She powdered me again 
and taped up the new diaper. This one was a lot thicker then 
the previous one. It made it difficult for me to walk. Hanna 
helped me back into bed, and gave me my bottle with some 
water in it. I drank slowly. "There, all better. When you 
are done, why don't you get some sleep ok, Justin?" I nodded 
an finished my bottle. She took it and left the room. I 
rolled over facing the curtain/wall, and drifted into a deep 
sleep.

Chapter 4- Visitors

	I woke up startled to the feeling of someone touching 
me. It was a strange nurse changing my wet diaper.
"Hi Justin, sorry to wake you. I'm Miranda. I'm the Head PM 
Nurse for this ward." said the kindly woman. She looked to 
be about 40 years old, with frizzy red hair. She directed me 
to roll over onto my stomach. "Justin I'm going to put some 
water-proof bandages on your backside ok? I don't want you 
to get an even worse infection." She put the soothing cream 
all over my butt and genitals, and placed some large 
bandages onto my swollen butt. "Roll over again please." She 
slipped a thick diaper underneath me and powdered me 
heavily. She pulled the front up tight to my crotch, and 
taped me up. "There we go, all nice and clean. Can I get you 
anything? I shook my head no. "Alright then, go back to 
sleep." I looked out my window, it was night time, and my 
room was lit by a small over head light over George's bed. 
"He...hey Ge..orge? I called over to my roommate, but I 
heard nothing. I pulled the curtain back, and saw that 
George was gone. My heart sank. I was all alone now. I was 
never going to get out of here I thought to myself. Slowly 
my eyelids got heavy again, and I fell back asleep.
	"Mr. and Mrs. Sands?" said Dr. Marx to a couple sitting 
in the waiting room of the children's ward. "Yes, that's us" 
The couple stood up and followed the doctor down the hall. 
They stopped in front of a half opened door. "Mr. and Mrs. 
Sands, I'm Dr. Marx, Justin's doctor. Justin was brought to 
us 2 days ago with some pretty serious injuries, He has a 
serious concussion, and several bruises and cuts all over 
his body. He has strep throat and a high fever. But he's 
doing much better now, also, he doesn't seem to be able to 
talk that well, the whole experience seems to have shocked 
his system pretty bad, but I think that seeing his family 
will help. please come with me, the nurses are just 
finishing changing him right now."
	"Justin!" Aunt Karen said upon seeing me. She ran over 
to my bed and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. I 
hugged her back and began to cry happy tears. Uncle Bill 
came over and hugged me as well. Aunt Karen smothered me 
with big kisses and affection. "Justin sweetheart, how are 
you feeling?" Karen asked. "Goo..d" I said struggling to 
talk. The nurses and doctor left the room.
"Justin, I'm sorry we couldn't have gotten here sooner, but 
we only found out about what happened yesterday...." Knock 
Knock Knock! It was the social worker, Ms. Sullivan. "Oh, 
hello, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Sands, I'm Ms. Sullivan, we 
spoke on the phone. I was hoping that we could all just talk 
about the arrangements for Justin," she said. Arrangements? 
I thought, what's going on? They all pulled up chairs around 
my bed and started talking to me. "Justin," said Karen, 
"Your parents are in jail right now, and will be there for 
only a few more days until they post bail. After that, if 
they want custody of you, they will have to go through 90 
days of classes and therapy. There is no guarantee that you 
will go back to live with them, but until the first court 
hearing, which will be in about 2 weeks, you are going to 
stay with me and Uncle Bill at our house, and if the judge 
thinks that your parents will benefit from the classes, they 
have 90 days to finish the course, after that, we aren't 
sure what is going to happen, but everything is going to be 
ok, and you are safe." I felt worried and confused by all 
this. I was thrilled to be staying with my aunt and uncle, 
but scared about what was going to happen to me in three 
months. Ms. Sullivan continued after Karen. "Justin, you 
will be leaving in about a day, we just need to make sure 
that you are well enough for homecare ok?" I nodded and 
smiled. "I..am..weally..gwad dat I can stay wit you auntie," 
I stuttered. I immediately clasped my hand to my mouth, 
humiliated that I just spoke like a little baby. "I'm glad 
that you're staying with us too Justin." said Uncle Bill, 
patting me on the back. "Justin, are you able to talk now?" 
Asked Ms. Sullivan. "Yeah, I tink so, a wittle," I said. I 
couldn't help but talk like this, my brain felt scrambled 
and mixed up. Aunt Karen and Uncle Bill stayed with me all 
day, they told me about what was going on at there house, 
how Jillian was, and other news of my cousins that I hardly 
ever saw. Tammy and Hanna showed them how to change my 
diapers, and treat my rash. Uncle Bill had a hard time 
grasping the whole changing a 16 year old's diaper concept, 
but Aunt Karen, who had changed me before, knew what to do. 
She was so gentle, and used lots and lots of powder and 
cream. The day crept by, with tests and more visits from Dr. 
Marx. I spent my last night in the hospital, and was all 
ready to go in the morning.

Chapter 5- A New Home

	All the nurses hugged me goodbye. Tammy and Hanna 
pulled me aside. "I hope all goes well for you Justin, you 
can always come to visit us. Said Tammy. "Yes Justin, be 
good and take care." Said Hanna. They hugged me and gave me 
kisses on my cheek. I blushed a bright red. I was still 
having trouble walking, so I was put into a wheelchair and 
brought downstairs by Aunt Karen. "It's a long drive from 
here to our house you know, about 4 hours. So just let me 
know as soon as you need a changing, ok?" said aunt Karen as 
we walked out into the sunlight of a bright May day. It was 
cool out, and I was wearing some plaid pajama pants and a 
long-sleeved white shirt. Aunt Karen had bought them for me. 
Uncle Bill was waiting for us in the drive way, sitting in a 
big, black Mercedes. Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen were quite 
well off. Uncle Bill was a lawyer with a successful firm in 
Manchester New Hampshire. Aunt Karen was a Nurse at County 
Hospital in Manchester. They lived about an hour away from 
work in a small town called Tuftonboro. Aunt Karen had told 
me all about it yesterday. It was a summer vacation place 
for many people, and there were a lot of kids for me to meet 
and go to school with. Aunt Karen helped me into the car, 
checked my diaper quickly, and we were on our way. I was 
pretty tired, so I quickly fell asleep.
	"This is going to be tough Karen..." I heard Uncle Bill 
say to Aunt Karen. I kept my eyes closed and just listened. 
..."I mean, it's like we are taking care of baby again. We 
both work full time, and I know that you have taken time 
off, but that's only a few weeks, what are we going to do 
when you have to go back to work?" "I talked to a friend of 
mine, she has a son Justin's age, she said he can spend the 
days' there, and I think that we just need to get Justin 
settled, and we'll see what happens next." "And what about 
the diapers? I just don't know if I can get used to it." 
"I'll take care of that for the first few days, but you are 
going to have to help me out. And remember, any thing Justin 
wants, he gets, well, to an extent, but we want him to be as 
comfortable as possible. Speaking of which..."Aunt Karen 
reached back into the backseat where I was "sleeping" and 
slipped her hand into the front of my diaper, to check if I 
was wet. I was, and she asked Uncle Bill to stop at the 
nearest gas station. With the bandages, I was a bit more 
comfortable, but I did want to be changed. A clean fresh 
diaper was much, much better then a wet, cold one. We pulled 
over and Aunt Karen woke me up. "Hey there honey, come with 
me so I can change you, ok?" "Ok" I got up out of the car 
and slowly made my way into the gas station store. My aunt 
asked for the key, and we walked around out back to the 
bathrooms. I was instructed to lay down on a mat on the 
floor that she has set out. I lay down and she pulled off my 
pj bottoms. She un taped me and pulled the old diaper out 
from under me, she checked my bandages and changed them too, 
she powdered me and slipped a new diaper under me, pulled it 
up tight, and taped me up. "There, all nice and clean, would 
you like anything to eat or drink?" she asked me. "Yes, 
please." I replied, my ability to speak was coming back 
quickly. We walked into the store and I picked out a bottle 
of orange juice. We paid for our items, and got back into 
the car. I just sort of looked at the juice, not really sure 
how to drink it. I had stayed on the bottle all through my 
hospital stay. "What's wrong Justin, can you get the cap 
off?" Ask my aunt. "I can't drink out of this, I um, 
I...need..a..." I stuttered. "A bottle?" Asked Aunt Karen 
gently. "Yeah," I said quietly. "Here, pass it up front to 
me dear." Aunt Karen took the juice and poured it into a 
bottle that she took out of my diaper bag. She gave it back 
to me. Uncle Bill looked over at her, and she smiled at him. 
Then she smiled at me. I drank a little at a time, and 
realized that I was really, really tired, so I closed my 
eyes and drifted off to sleep, with my bottle still in my 
mouth. The rest of the trip we made several stops for diaper 
changes and snacks. I slept most of the way, still a bit 
tired from the fight with my dad.
	We drove for 2 more hours. I slept the whole way. I had 
some pretty strange dreams, strange but pleasurable. I woke 
up lying in a big white crib. my walls were light beige and 
there was a changing table across from me. The room smelled 
like baby powder. A mobile turned above me, playing a soft 
lullaby. I could feel that my big, thick, warm diaper was 
wet, and I started to cry, clutching a teddy bear. I noticed 
I was wearing a light blue fuzzy sleeper. Aunt Karen came in 
and looked down at me and smiled. "Hello there little baby, 
why are you crying?" I kept crying. She picked me up and 
carried me over to the changing table, and ever so carefully 
unzipped my sleeper, and untaped my wet diaper. She changed 
me, and I could feel an overwhelming sense of safety and 
comfort warming over my body. Then she taped me back up and 
picked me up. She held me and whispered in my ear "You'll 
always be my little baby Justin....Justin...Justin?" I was 
startled by my uncle shaking my shoulder. "Wake up sleepy 
head, we're home." He said smiling. I sat up and yawned, 
then I got out of the car. I looked up to a large cabin. It 
was brown with blue shutters. In the drive way, was a beige-
gold BMW SUV. There were many pretty wildflowers growing 
around the perimeter, and a brick walkway led to the front 
door. I looked around, and saw no other houses near by. just 
a narrow paved road going in each direction with thick 
forest around it. It was beautiful. I hoped to God that this 
would be my new home. I picked up my bottle, which was still 
lying on the seat, and made my way slowly into the house. 
Aunt Karen opened the door.
	The inside was just as nice as the outside. It was warm 
and cozy. In front of me was the kitchen and dining room, to 
my right, family room. To the left, and stairway that led to 
a loft upstairs. I smiled. "Here, let me show you your room 
alright dear?" Aunt Karen said motioning me towards the 
stairs. At the top, there were two doors, Aunt Karen opened 
the door to the left. Uncle Bill was behind, carrying my 
bag. The room was large with a big bed in the middle, across 
from the bed was a dresser with a TV and DVD player. Two 
other dressers, a closet, and in the corner was a small baby 
crib. I looked at it, and looked at Aunt Karen. "We'll be 
getting that out of here soon, I just have to find a place 
for it, we may sell it. The room next door is Jillian's, 
she's coming home from college this weekend to see you." 
That's when I realized I didn't know what day it was. "What 
day is it today?" "It's Wednesday." Said uncle Bill, putting 
my small bag down at the end of my bed. "I'm going to take 
you clothes shopping when you get better, but Jillian wrote 
me about what to buy for you for now to wear until your 
strength gets back up." Aunt Karen said squeezing my 
shoulders. I looked at the bed. I had not slept in a real 
bed all my life. Except for my hospital stay. I felt a bit 
apprehensive, and for a moment, I missed my old crib. My 
dream made me think about what it would be like to be a 
little baby, all warm and happy. As I was looking around, I 
could feel Aunt Karen slipping her hand down the back of my 
diaper, which was wet, and told me she would just get the 
supplies out of the car, and change me. "Wait here, honey," 
she said, and the two of them walked downstairs. I sat down 
on the bed. I just sort of stared at the crib for a while. 
It was smaller then the one at my old house, but I may be 
able to fit in it. I decided to try later, as I heard aunt 
Karen coming upstairs. She lay out the changing pad, and 
told me to lay on it. She pulled down my pj pants, and 
proceeded to clean me up. "Your rash is doing much better, 
but just remember that when ever you need to be changed, 
tell me, I don't want it getting worse ok?" She smiled and 
powdered me a bit. When I was all taped up, she said "Why 
don't you take a nap, you must be exhausted, I'll wake you 
up for dinner ok? Is there anything you need?" She asked 
hugging me. "Could I have some ice water?" I asked shyly. 
"Of course, I'll bring it up for you." She tucked me into 
the soft, warm covers, and kissed me on my forehead. "I'm so 
happy that you are here with us Justin, if there is anything 
you ever need, you tell us, we're gonna take good care of 
you, baby." She turned off the lights and closed the door. 
only the light from the dark gray sky entered the room. She 
called me 'baby'. I thought about that for a while. She came 
back with my bottle after about 5 minutes, and she kissed me 
again. I sucked for a little while, looking at the ceiling. 
Sleep was closing in, and I eventually gave in.

Chapter 6- A new way of life?

	THUD! I woke up on the floor. My left side hurt 
terribly, as I realized what had happened. I had fallen out 
of bed. "Uuugghhh," I said. I picked myself up and flopped 
back down onto the soft bed. my whole left side pretty bad, 
and my head was pounding. tears started to well in the 
corner of my eyes, but I wiped them away. "Justin? Are you 
alright?" Called my Uncle from down stairs. "Yeah, I'm 
fine." I called back, and got back under the covers.
	THUD! I had fallen out of bed again. This time, I 
landed on my butt, which hurt pretty bad considering my 
injuries. I crawled back into bed, and tried to go back to 
sleep.
	THUD!! Now this wasn't funny anymore. My whole body was 
throbbing with pain. I had landed on my butt again, and I 
realized that I had messed my diaper. The poop was all 
squished against me, and rather uncomfortable. My head hurt 
so bad I couldn't see straight. It was now that I started to 
cry. I heard someone coming up the stairs, I tried to calm 
down, and stop crying, but before I knew it, Uncle Bill was 
at the door. He saw me, on the floor, crying, and gave me a 
very concerned look. He walked over to me and picked me up 
and sat me on the bed. He sat next to me and put his arm 
around me. "What's going on Justin? Are you alright, did you 
fall out of bed?" He asked. "Uh huh.." I whimpered back. "My 
head hurts." I said, between sobs. "Well, why don't you come 
downstairs, it's almost dinner time anyway." "Wait, I need 
to be changed," I said, sobbing. "Oh, ok, um hold on a 
second." Uncle Bill said nervously. "He took a diaper out of 
a bag marked "Attends" and took my powder and wipes and 
placed them on the bed. He pulled down my pants and untaped 
me. I felt pretty embarrassed, because here was my uncle, 
changing my soiled diaper. He seemed to be having some 
trouble. But he managed to wipe me off, and powder me. He 
put a new diaper on me, but it was a bit loose, so I 
tightened it my self. He took the dirty diaper and threw it 
into a plastic bag, and then into a metal garbage can. I 
pulled my pants on and I stood up with him, but my legs had 
turned to Jell-O. "Here," he said, I'll help you." He picked 
me up and told me to hold on to his neck, which I did. Then 
he carried me down stairs. "Justin, are you alright?" Aunt 
Karen Asked me. "Yeah, I just fell out of bed." I sniffled. 
Uncle Bill sat me down in a chair, and brought over my 
painkillers. He set out one next to my bottle of apple juice 
on the table. I took a few sips, and swallowed the pill. We 
ate a large dinner of steak and potatoes. It was the most 
delicious food I ever had tasted. I savored every bite, and 
had 4 helpings of everything. We laughed and talked and 
joked around the dinner table, something my family never did 
before. I truly felt happy at that moment. At that time, it 
was about 7:30 pm. "Justin, you can watch TV down here for a 
little while if you like, but I want you to go to bed soon, 
you need rest." said Aunt Karen. I helped her clear the 
table, and I sat down in front of the big screen TV with 
Uncle Bill. We watched a Movie for a little while, but the 
pain killer I was on was making me drowsy, and somewhat out 
of it. I started fall asleep, and was told to go to bed. 
Aunt Karen checked me diaper, which was dry, kissed me 
goodnight, and sent me up stairs with a bottle of water. 
Groggily, I made my way upstairs, entered my room, lay down 
and fell right asleep. THUD!!! I had fallen out of bed 
again. I was still groggy when I woke up. I was pretty tired 
of this, and then I saw the crib. I wondered, what if I 
slept in it? I figured it couldn't hurt. I'd just let my 
self out in the morning. I walked over and hopped in. It was 
too small for me, so I had to curl up, but this is how I 
normally slept. It was soft and comfy, and instantly I fell 
asleep.
	"Justin? Justin?" I woke up slowly, I was facing the 
wall. I turned over, and say my aunt Karen staring down at 
me, but instead of looking happy, she looked confused. 
"Justin dear, what are you doing in the crib?" she asked me, 
arms crossed. I shot up, realizing what kind of situation I 
was in. I started to cry. I was so humiliated. "Justin, it's 
alright, don't worry about it, But why did you want to sleep 
in the crib?" she asked me, letting the bar down and helping 
me out. "Because..(sob) I kept (sniff) falling out of bed 
and it hurt ( sob) and...." Then I paused, and looked at 
her. "And..." she asked back. "I, um, (sniff) I missed 
sleeping in my crib, I had this dream and..." I started to 
tell her about my dream but she interrupted me. "You want to 
sleep in a crib Justin?" I just sort of stood there for a 
moment. If I said No, she'd probably forget about it, and 
take the crib out of my room. But if I said yes, maybe I'd 
get to be like the little baby I was in my dream, all happy 
and warm. I thought for a moment, and started to cry harder. 
"Honey," she said, sitting me down on the bed." Tell me, 
what do you want?" "I want to sleep in a crib, I want to be 
a baby." I said quietly. Aunt Karen just sort of stared at 
me. Her expression was one of those expressions that you 
can't really pin point an emotion to. But then it changed to 
a smile. "Justin, I thought that that was how you were 
treated with your parents?" She said back. "Yeah but, they 
were mean, I had this dream, where I was a baby in a crib, 
in a nursery, with a sleeper, and you were there and you 
took care of me, and it made me feel really happy." I said 
back. "Justin, if that is what will make you happy, let me 
talk to your uncle about it, and we'll see what happens.

To be continued.