LIFE WITH MY AUNT Summary: Boy has to live with a strict aunt that treats him to diaper punishment in front of his little cousins and others. My name is Donny. When I was nine-years-old I had to go live with my Aunt Betty and my little cousins. They were only two and three- years-old. Billy was two and big for his age and Bobby was almost my size. Bobby looked like a three-year-old, not a two-old. I looked like a six-year-old, only 44” tall and 45 pounds. I knew I was in trouble because I was a bedwetter and I knew how my aunt treated boys that wet. I remember one year ago we visited them when Bobby and I were playing he wet his pants. His mom was really mad and spanked his for it. She then quickly diapered him in front of everyone, telling him what a baby he was. He was crying really hard so his mom put a pacifier in his mouth and warned him he would get spanked if he removed it. He had to play wearing nothing but a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants sucking a pacifier. He kept his diaper clean and dry for three and a half hours. All the way until after he was fed his dinner. He had to sit in his brother’s highchair and eat what his mom fed him she told him this is the way she treats little babies that wet their diapers. His mom when she released him from the highchair asked if he needed the potty he said yes. After he used the potty his mom gave him a Pull-up and told him if he keeps it clean and dry until morning he gets his big boy pants back. But if it is wet he needs diapers not training pants. My aunt ran a daycare center next to her house that was a boy’s- only daycare, boys one year to twelve years old. It was split into four classes: babies, toddlers, big boys, and preteens. Babies are boys not yet potty trained, toddlers are potty trained boys up to age four, big boys are five to 9 year olds, preteens are ten to twelve year olds. My first day at my aunt’s was a Sunday. She showed me where I would sleep and where I would be playing since the daycare class was not there. My cousins could play together with the big boy toys. I was having so much fun I did not realize until it was almost too late I needed to pee. I told Billy I needed to pee. He told me I would have to go to the house to use the bathroom; all the bathrooms here are locked up. I ran as fast as I could but had wet pants long before I opened the door to go in. My aunt looked at me and asked what happened. Just then Billy and Bobby came in and saw me in wet pants and asked if Donny is getting in trouble. My aunt said, “Well, since it is his first time he will not be in diapers, but he will need to wear Pull-ups and prove he is a big boy not a baby.” I cried, asking and pleading not to be put in Pull-ups but my aunt told me, “Rules are rules and the rule is if you wet your pants you are treated like a baby. But since you did not know I will give you a break this time only. From now on, if you wet your pants at anytime you will be back in diapers for three weeks. If you are in diapers you are a baby and treated like a baby until you are potty trained.” As she was putting my new clothes on she told me some of the rules: 1. If you are not wearing underpants you are a baby. 2. If you wet your pants your put back in diapers and treated like a baby. 3. If you are a baby you wear baby clothes and use nothing but baby things. 4. If you are a baby you go to baby class to play with babies. 5. If you are a baby big boys are your boss. 6. If you are a baby potty training starts every three weeks. If you fail you wait until the next class. 7. If you are a baby in my house you can not be in a room alone without being in a crib, highchair or playpen. I knew I was in trouble since I have always had trouble keeping my pants dry, needing to pee every hour or so. After my aunt cleaned me up and put the Pull-up on me she told me it was dinnertime she led me to the kitchen where she put me in a highchair. I protested kicking and crying but she was much stronger and I could not stop her. I was crying so hard I did not realize she had put a bib around my neck. My cousins sat in their booster seats and had started to eat their dinner. I was still crying ten minutes later when my aunt started to spoon feed me. At first I refused to open my mouth until I was told I would not get out of the highchair until I was finished eating. The food my aunt was feeding me was some kind of baby food that tasted bad and I had trouble eating it. My face was becoming a mess from me trying to get the bad tasting food to stay in my mouth. It took a half hour for me to be fed four jars of food the last being peaches, which I eagerly ate; they were so good. Then I had to suck on a bottle my aunt held and would not let me hold. She told me since I was wearing training pants past the age of two I would be treated like a baby. I cried when she told me what I had to do to get my big boy underpants back. If I can’t hold my pee for two hours I would be put back in diapers and be in the baby class. She said she set the timer when she put my Pull-up on and when it dings she will take me to the potty. I needed to pee now and I would not be able to hold it much longer. As I was released from the highchair pee flowed into my Pull- ups. I did not want anyone to find out but I was grabbed by my aunt she checked my Pull-up. I was in trouble now being led to a new room that I have not seen before. It was the nursery with a crib, changing table, baby clothes of all sizes and baby toys. I was lying on the changing table in seconds with a strap over my chest having my wet Pull-up being removed. My aunt cleaned me up and put a size 5 Huggies on my and they fit my skinny butt just right. Then I was dressed in a light cotton footed sleeper that zipped up the back making it impossible for me to remove. I was then lowered to the floor and told to go play. My cousins said they don’t play with babies; they are big boys. I had to play by myself with baby toys because that is all they would let me have. I was whimpering so much my aunt put a pacifier in my mouth. At first I refuse it but after a few minutes I was sucking happily playing with the baby toys forgetting where I was and what I was doing. After an hour of playing my aunt led me to my new room and put me in the crib. In my new bed my aunt explain the rule babies sleep in cribs but if I could get out I could sleep in the toddler bed in the corner of the room. The side of the crib was pulled up I was handed a bedtime bottle. My aunt waited until I lied down and started to take my bottle. She watched me a few minutes as I was getting closer to sleep with every minute. By the time she had turned out the light and closed the door I was asleep. The next morning I woke up and tried to climb out of the crib but the sleepers legs were sown together just above the knees and I could not get over the top rail. I was in this crib until someone let me out. I needed to poop very badly so I called to my aunt. I tried to stop the poop with my hands over my butt. No matter what I did poop was going into my wet diaper. I started to cry as my aunt and cousin came into the room asking what was wrong. They knew as soon as they opened the door smelling my dirty wet diaper. My aunt put my pacifier in my mouth quieting me some, telling me she is going to make it better. She picked me up and put me on the changing table and changed my diaper telling me it’s was okay accidents happen. She dressed me in baby style clothes and led me to my waiting highchair where I was fed my breakfast. I was allowed to hold my bottle this time. My face and bib were still messy because my aunt fed me so fast; I could not eat the baby oatmeal that fast. Breakfast was over; it was 6:00AM. The daycare would be open in a few minutes so I was led to the baby class while my cousin went to the toddler class. I did not want to be in the baby room but being dressed in diapers and baby clothes I had no choice. As soon as Miss Wells the caretaker came to the room she removed my clothes leaving me wearing only a tee shirt and diapers. I started to play with the baby toys having fun and forgot where I was. Soon there were five other baby boys playing in the room. No one even noticed me being a big baby until diaper check time. I was the first to be checked and found to be wet so I was changed on the changing table with out as much notice. No one cared that the big baby was wet. The others were checked too but they were dry. Then it was snack time. I was given a cookie and a bottle and told I’d better do as I was told. I ate my cookie and drank my bottle like a good little boy. I felt my diaper warm and knew I was wetting but it was okay as potty training is not until three weeks so I can use my diaper when I need to potty. At lunchtime highchairs were brought out and I was again spoon- fed my meal. As I ate my lunch I felt the need to poop so I poop knowing it would be taken care of soon. After I finished my bottle Miss. Wells changed my diaper without a word said. She changed all the diapers and said naptime. We were all put in our cribs and give bottles. I fell asleep soon after my bottle was finished. I woke up sucking my pacifier and Miss Wells changing my wet diaper. I played in the baby room by myself the rest of the afternoon, getting three more wet diaper changes. I did not know they kept a daily record of diaper changes on the board next to the door. When the last boy was picked up by his mom Miss Wells changed my diaper and dressed me in the baby clothes my aunt had dressed me in this morning. As Miss. Wells led me out of the room I saw the board. My name had four more marks for diapers use than the other babies. Miss. Wells told my aunt I was a good baby all day ate what he was fed and did not cry. While they talked my aunt had a hold of my hand I stood there while my diaper had that familiar warm feel. I just waited until my aunt led me to her house with my cousins walking with us. My diaper was checked as soon as we entered the house. My aunt changed my diaper with the help of Billy and Bobby. They handed her what she asked for baby wipes, lotion, powder, and diaper. I was sucking a pacifier most of the time now and did not care if my cousins saw me. THREE WEEKS LATER I woke up in my crib wearing nothing but my wet, messy diaper like I always have in the past week. My aunt told me it was potty training day as she cleaned me, up dressing me in Pull-ups and a tee shirt, telling me I need to tell her when I need to potty. She told me the potty rules: 1. I am allowed five accidents the first day four the next day three the next day two the next day one the next and none the final day. 2. If I fail at anytime I will be back with the babies for three more weeks, even if I pass potty training and go back with the big boys I have one accident I well go back with the babies for three weeks. 3. While in potty training I get to use a training cup, not a bottle. 4. Messy pants is automatic failure of potty training and it’s back to diapers. 5. Bed wetting: if I wet the bed I have to sleep in a crib wearing diapers until I stay dry for one year. 6. Bedtime for babies that still wet their bed is 8:00PM till 6:30AM; there are no exceptions. 7. Crib kids must take their night bottle to help them get to sleep. 8. Only after you pass potty training can you be a big boy and stop using baby things. With my new training pants and tee shirt on I sat in my highchair being fed my breakfast just like I have since I came to live with my aunt. This day was no different than all the rest. I wet and messed pants as I ate my breakfast, forgetting I was in potty training. My aunt handed me my bottle and I started to suck on it while everyone else ate their breakfast. I was halfway done with my bottle when I asked, “what about my training cup?” Aunt Betty asked me, “What about the poop in your pants?” Then I realized I had pooped and wet so I started to whimper as I sucked my bottle, knowing I was still a baby. My baby life continued I really did not want to go with the big boys now because I was scared that I would wet my pants in front of them. I wanted to stay in the baby class even if my cousin were younger and in the toddler class. I was afraid to even go with them to their class. I had the potty capability of a baby so I will stay in the baby class and be happy until I can figure out how to use the potty again. I did not want fail again so I will stay in the baby class.