Potty Monster

PART 1

It is 7:30AM. My name is Donny. I am 10 years old, lying in my new crib 
wearing my wet messy diaper waiting for my mommy to change me. I have 
been a bed wetter all my life, but things changed two months ago when 
mom put me back into diapers when I became afraid of the Potty Monster. 
Now I want to be in diapers; it is safer. My three-year-old brother 
Billy is sleeping in a big boy bed on the other side of the room. Billy 
is finally potty trained, no longer afraid of the Potty Monster that I 
told him about last month. I tricked him so he would be in diaper 
longer so I would not be the only one diapered even though I wore them 
ONLY AT NIGHT because of my bedwetting problem. So when mommy was 
trying to potty train Billy he became so afraid of the potty he would 
scream even when mommy took him for a bath he did not want to go near 
the scary potty. Since I was a nightly bed wetter and Billy had a dry 
diaper every morning he could hold his pee twice as long as me. I knew 
that because mom only changed his diaper three or four times a day 
while I needed to use the potty six or eight times a day.

Last month I thought it would be fun to scare Billy. I found a plastic 
monster head so I put it in the potty to scare Billy. Mom had just put 
Billy in Pull-ups and told him to use the potty like a big boy just 
like Donny. When mom left the room I walked Billy to the potty like 
mommy told me to do lifted the lid to give him a peek at the scary head 
when he saw it he ran away crying hiding behind the couch. Then I put 
the head in his little potty chair I told him it would get him wherever 
he sat on the potty. I thought it was so funny my three-year-old 
brother afraid to go near the potty. I thought I could keep him in 
diapers for a long time now. I needed to prove to him I was afraid too, 
then he would gladly stay in diapers. I was small for my age and 
Huggies size 6 was what mom diapered me in at night. I pulled down my 
pants to show Billy that I still wear diapers. I am too scared to sit 
on the potty. I told him I use my diapers not the scary Potty Monster�s 
home. I told him that mom doesn�t know I still use daytime diapers. It 
is my secret that I use his diapers because the potty is too scary. He 
knew mom diapered me at night because I still wet my bed every night. I 
told him I would show him how to trick mom and make her think you are 
potty trained without using the potty but not now.

Mom could not get him to sit on the potty. From that point he would 
cry, kick and scream even to go into the bathroom. This went on for 
three days. Then mom asked him why is he scared of the bathroom? He 
said the Potty Monster will get him. She told him there is no Potty 
Monster. Then he told on me. He said I showed it to him and it is scary 
and mean-looking. He is green and has big teeth. He said I was scared 
of it, too, because I still wear diapers. He also told her that I 
showed him my diapers. She explained to Billy that I was pulling a 
trick on him to keep him a diaper baby so I would not be ashamed of my 
night diapers. She looked around the bathroom for the monster head. She 
knew was in there. She found it under the towels where I had hidden it. 
Mom showed him the plastic head to prove the Potty Monster was not 
real. Now he was no longer afraid of the potty. He was happy to use the 
potty. He did not like wet and messy pants. He said he did not want to 
wear baby diapers; he wanted big-boy pants. Billy asked mom for big boy 
clothes. He would not have an accident in his pants.

Mom told Billy to keep wearing his diapers for a while until she could 
trick me into wearing diapers; then I would be the only diaper boy 
here. Mom showed Billy how to undo one side of his diaper and use the 
potty then put the diaper back on. She told him to keep asking me to 
see my diaper to make sure I am still wearing diapers all the time not 
big boy pants. When Billy came to play in our room while I was playing 
with my Legos he asked me to show him my diaper. I said, �Not now. I am 
playing.� He kept asking me every ten minutes or so. When he left the 
room to get a drink I put one of his diapers on and removed my 
underwear. I had just pulled up my summer shorts over my diaper when he 
returned. He again asked to see my diaper since I was standing up so I 
pulled down my summer shorts to reveal my baby attire. He smiled and 
giggled but now I had a problem. I needed to pee badly, I knew he would 
get wise if I got up to use the potty so I decided to pee my diaper. I 
had no problem pee went into my diaper quickly soaking into it but it 
could still hold more because I peed so little my bladder was so small. 
I could not hold more than three or four ounces. Now he would think it 
is okay to use his diaper like me. I continued to play for an hour, 
forgetting I had a wet diaper on when mom told us we were going 
shopping. Mom checked Billy�s diaper then put him on the changing table 
to put cloth underpants on him. I did not watch his diaper changes so I 
did not know what he was wearing real underpants. I thought she just 
changed his wet diaper like she always does before we go shopping. I 
had forgotten I was wearing a wet diaper until I stood up. Mom grabbed 
my hand and Billy�s hand to led us to the car. I had no time to change 
into my underpants. I had to go shopping wearing a wet diaper.

On the way to the store I wet again because of my small bladder. We 
walked into the Billy told mom he wanted to go to the potty here he had 
held his pee for three and a half hours. Mom said what a big boy Billy 
is. So mom took us to the potty in a new potty room called the family 
restroom. There was a small potty for toddlers and babies, a large 
potty for big people, changing table for baby diaper changing and sink. 
The room was real big. There was room for a lot of people. Mom told 
Billy to pull down his pants and sit on the little potty like a big 
boy. Billy pulled down cloth underpants sat on the potty peed and 
pooped like a big boy. I was so shocked to see him in real underpants. 
Then he wiped his own butt, got off the potty, pulled up his own pants 
like a pro and washed his hands. Mom told me to use the big potty to 
show Billy I was a big boy too. Before I could react mom pulled down my 
summer shorts, reveling my blotted wet diaper. Mom said, �Looks like 
this baby has wet his diapee, he needs a diapee change.� She put me on 
the changing table with the strap across my chest. I was crying while 
mom changed my diaper while Billy helped her change my diaper. Mom put 
one of Billy�s Huggies inside my size 6 Huggies, making my diaper bulge 
out more. When mom pulled my summer shorts up they bulged out like 
Billy�s did when he had diapers on. My diapers were so thick they made 
me waddle like a toddler. Mom said, �Looks like Donny is back in 
diapers until we can potty train him again.� That made me cry more so 
she pinned a pacifier string on my Tee shirt and put the pacifier in my 
mouth. I started sucking my pacifier as I was led to the cart where mom 
put me in the cart seat instead of Billy.

Billy said, �Me the big boy; Donny the baby!� Mom said, �That is right. 
Donny needs potty trained some day, but that will wait until he stays 
dry at night, every night until then he needs his diapers and other 
baby things.� I found out later when we got home dad had set up my new 
baby furniture crib, highchair, playpen, baby walker, and baby swing; 
all these things were ready for me. When mommy or daddy put me into any 
of them I could not escape. I had to use them just like a baby. I had 
to wait for them to get me out of them. I had just traded places with 
Billy except I had to use the swing and walker that Billy stopped using 
these baby things years ago all the other things are what Bill used 
just three days ago. The swing and walker were to make me more 
helpless. For the next three weeks I was not allowed to walk or talk 
without permission. Mom told me if I did I would get a bare-bottomed 
spanking so I stopped walking and talking until I was allowed to. I 
never wanted to get spanked I was a good little boy. Baby life was 
better than a spanking.

After three weeks of the baby treatment mom told me I was allowed to 
play like Billy. I was so used to using diapers I continued to pee and 
poop in them. Mommy would just change me without a word as if I was a 
real baby. I fell in to acting like a two-year-old that was not potty 
trained. Until mommy told me it was time to potty train me again. I 
told mommy I am potty trained and told her to take off these stupid 
diapers and I will prove it.

Mom took me into our room, and with Billy watching removed my wet 
diaper to put Pull-ups on me and said to prove I was a big boy and not 
a baby. I shot back with a, �That will be so easy! You watch me! I will 
show you how it is done right!� A half hour later I ran to Billy�s and 
my room, then in to the bathroom to use the potty. All I was wearing 
were Pull-ups. I pulled them down, lifted the lid and some thing jumped 
out of the potty on me knocking me down. I was screaming and crying 
when mom came into the room finding me crying on the floor in a puddle 
of pee. Mom cleaned me off with baby wipes and pulled up my Pull-up 
sending me to play with Billy. One hour later I need to poop so off I 
went to use the potty again I lifted the lid carefully nothing happened 
this time so I sat down then something jumped up out of the toilet 
smacking my bottom. I jumped off the potty looking back into the empty 
potty. I sat down again this time it hit me so hard I fell off the 
potty. I jumped up and again nothing was in the potty I pulled up my 
pull-up and went to my mom�s potty same thing happened. I pulled up my 
Pull-up and went back to playing with Billy trying to hold my poop but 
the harder I tried the more I need to go.

Billy told mommy he smelled something like poopy! Mom said, �Donny, 
let�s check your Pull-up.� I had to stand up so she could pull back the 
back of my Pull-up and check what I had done. Mom told Billy, �Baby 
Donny has poopy in his pants; let�s go change him.� I was led to our 
room where mommy changed my messy Pull-up. With Billy�s help I felt 
like I was just a toddler again, having pooped my pants. Mom told me 
next time use the potty not my pants or I would go back to wearing 
diapers until I could prove I was a big boy, not a baby.

Later after I played for another hour I need to pee so I carefully 
lifted the potty lid and saw bubbles coming in the water. I got scared 
and wet my pants, I could not stop it; I was scared. I went back to the 
playroom to play with Billy. When Billy saw me he yelled out. �Mommy, 
Donny lost his stars!� That was what I used to yell when Billy wet his 
Pull-up. I yelled, �Mommy, Billy lost his stars!� Mom walked over to me 
saying I needed to go back to wearing diapers for the next three weeks 
just like when Billy failed his potty training the first couple of 
times. I don�t know what to do now that I know there is a real Potty 
Monster in the potty. I am afraid of it because he is mad at me. I will 
stay away form the potty for a while until he forgets about me.

However, when I go to the all-boy daycare next week I will have to go 
to the baby room ages 18 months to potty trained all because of my 
diapers. I will not go to the big kid room ages potty trained to 5 
years old where Billy will be. I belong in the preteen room ages 10, 
11, and 12. I do not like the preteen room. I was too small and did not 
get along with the big kids there. I did like the big kid room. I fit 
in there best playing with kids my size and sometimes playing with the 
little kids like Billy. I am afraid of the baby room. I forget what the 
baby room is like, not being there in six years. I was almost 4 the 
first time I was potty trained at a late age. I only played in the 
little kid room for a year then went to the big kid room. Maybe the 
Potty Monster will not follow me to the baby room since there is only 
one small training potty for potty training but I will not go in that 
part of the room. Me too afraid to go near the potty it too scary to me 
now because the Potty Monster is following me and is very mad at me I 
will just use my diapers like all the other kids do in my new class.

While in this class they make me take a nap in a crib eat in a high 
chair and do all the things the other babies do. Most of the kids use a 
sippy cup. Not me. They make me use a bottle. Two weeks of playing in 
the baby class to watch me play in the baby class except for my size 
you could not tell me apart from even the youngest baby he was twenty 
months old. There were six other babies in my new class. Two were being 
potty trained. They were more than happy to use the potty to be big 
boys. They wanted to play in the little boy room, not the baby room. 
The potty was too scary to me and I did not want to go near the potty 
in the corner of the room. To get potty trained and go the little boy 
room you need one week of being clean and dry-- no accidents-- to 
graduate to little boy status. The other kids and I were playing with a 
ball and it bounced over near the potty. I ran over to get it before I 
knew it I was standing over the potty and looked in and saw the Potty 
Monster moving around it. He was green and had big teeth. I ran away 
crying, wetting my diaper.

How could people use the potty with that thing in there? There is no 
way I was going to use it. I will stay in diapers forever, no matter 
what they do to me. When the two babies that were being potty trained 
got their little boy status the two classes were combined since there 
were only four diapered toddlers in my class. That meant I had to play 
with the little boys while I was wearing nothing but my diapers. I did 
not care. I could keep my diapers under my pants and no one would know 
except when I need changed, which was only three times a day. Before I 
went to my new class they told me they needed to take my pants off so 
they could see when I need my diaper changed without checking. I 
started to cry as I walked to my brother�s class, so in went my 
pacifier.

No one even looked at me walking into my new class doing the diaper 
waddle, sucking my binki with all the other toddlers. I was just 
another diaper baby, just a little big. I was so upset I wet my diaper, 
making it yellow in the front but not wet enough to need to be changed, 
just wet enough that every one looking at me would know I need my 
diapers. My brother walked over to me to ask me if I want to be changed 
it looks like I wet my diaper I looked down and started to cry with my 
pacifier still in my mouth keeping me from crying very loudly. Here I 
am in little boy class with wearing a wet diaper. I wanted to get out 
of wearing diapers now, but the Potty Monster is too scary for me to go 
near it. Diapers are safer for me now, so I will keep wearing them 
until I think the Potty Monster has forgotten about me. Some of the 
five-year-olds started to call me Diaper Donny or Diaper Boy even 
Diaper Baby, mostly �that Big Baby�.

During outside playtime so we were led outside I was the last one to go 
out so I ran to the swings and got on one and started to swing. I was 
having fun swinging high wearing nothing but my damp diaper. I did not 
have a care in the world; I was free. I felt the need to poop so I just 
relaxed and poop filled my diaper but I did not care someone will take 
care of it later. I got tired of swinging got off and walked over to 
the sandbox. I started to play with recently potty-trained Tommy. We 
were having fun until Tommy yelled out, �baby has poopy,� pointing at 
me. One of the caretakers led me to the outside, changing table and 
quickly started to change my wet and messy diaper before I could 
object. No one even noticed what was happening to me. I was just 
another baby getting his diaper changed; nothing special, just a diaper 
change. It took about five minutes and I was back playing in the 
sandbox with no one saying a word like it was normal for a ten-year-old 
sucking a pacifier to get his diaper changed.

My daycare life is now the same as Billy�s before he was potty trained. 
Now that Billy is potty trained he is like all the other potty-trained 
boys, boss of all diaper boys like me. Billy keeps an eye on me. Every 
time I have even a damp diaper he tells on me. I have to get twice as 
many diaper changes as any other boy in my class since my bladder is so 
small. Billy keeps telling me not to pee in my diaper, try holding it 
like a big boy. I try but keep forgetting letting pee go into my diaper 
all the time. I don�t care, the potty is too scary to me. I will just 
stay away from �IT.� I know the Potty Monster is after ME and only ME.

My brother keeps telling me the Potty Monster is not real. He told me 
that mom showed him the monster head that I scared him with and it is 
not real. I told him it attacks me when I sit on the potty. It hurts my 
bottom every time I sit on any potty. Billy led me to the training 
potty in the corner of the playroom where all trainees are potty 
trained. I was wearing Pull-ups like all the other little boys that had 
diapers on yesterday. It was the monthly potty test for all diaper 
boys. Billy pulled down his pants sat on the potty and peed to show me 
how to do it like a big boy. He emptied the little pot under the chair 
into the big potty in the potty room, then rinsed it out in the sink 
and replaced it. He pulled down my pants and told me to sit down on the 
potty like a big boy. As soon as I sit down I felt a sting and jumped 
up crying saying �No, no use potty! Me scared!� Billy pulled up my 
Pull-up, saying it was okay as he put my pacifier into my mouth, 
calming me down with brotherly love, hugging me. Then little Bobby that 
was in diapers with me yesterday walked over to the same potty. He 
pulled down his training pants, sat on it a peed and pooped, stood up 
with a smile, pulled up his Pull-up raised his hands saying, �I�m a big 
kid now.� I soaked my Pull-up without even knowing it happened. As 
Bobby walked by me he pointed at me, saying, �Donny lost his stars and 
planes.� Billy led me the one of the caretakers and said, �Donny needs 
changed.�

My wet Pull-up was replaced with a dry Pull-up. She told me to try 
harder next time, not wet my pants and be a big boy, NOT A BABY. But I 
was not about to use the potty; it was too scary for me. Three days 
after the potty test started all the other boys were wearing big boy 
clothes. I was the only one still in diapers in this little boy class. 
The little baby class was getting enough eighteen-month-old babies to 
have a toddler class again, so back to the toddler class I was sent to 
be with the other diaper boys. The big boys will not have to smell all 
my baby smells I had around me. Even my baby powder smell was not liked 
by the older boys. I always smelled like baby powder because that 
prevented diaper rash. I like baby powder smell.

Mom picked Billy and me up at daycare, telling me it was time for 
school tomorrow. I got scared and wet my diaper knowing I was going to 
have to go to fifth grade wearing diapers, getting teased to no end. 
That is another story. This is how my adult diapered life started. Mom 
changed me when we got home, making me feel better, wearing a nice dry 
diaper. Playing with Billy was fun too. Dinnertime, mom fed me my 
dinner while Billy ate his in my old booster seat. More playtime, then 
bath time, followed my new cloth night diapers and plastic pants that 
was so thick I could not walk, only crawl like a baby. Billy liked that 
I could not get out of the playpen while mom gave him his bath. I could 
not mess with his toys. I was happy to play with the playpen toys 
anyhow.

Bedtime, mom tucked Billy into bed then put me into my crib, tucking me 
in and giving me my night bottle. I was so comfortable and safe. 
Nothing could hurt me in my crib and my diapers were so thick and warm 
they could hold more than I could do in a whole day. That is how my 
diapered life started ALL BECAUSE OF THE BIG BAD POTTY MONSTER THAT IS 
STILL OUT THERE, SO BE CAREFUL HE DON�T GET YOU!

PART 2: THE POTTY MONSTER CONTINUES TO HAUNT ME

It happened last year when I teased my baby brother with a fake potty 
monster head. At first I had my baby brother Billy scared and knew he 
would be in diapers for a long time so I did not have to worry about my 
own bedwetting problem. Billy was sleeping through his naps and at 
night dry I had to do something or he would be totally potty-trained 
making me the only one still needing diapered. Mom made me wear them at 
night and on trips since my bladder was so small. Billy could hold his 
pee for many hours unlike me needing to use the potty every hour or 
sooner.

Mom found out what I had done to Billy and corrected what I had done to 
him. Billy potty-trained in less than a day he was three years five 
months old and totally potty trained. Now the only size diapers mom has 
to buy are my size diapers for my potty monster problem. I am small for 
an eleven-year-old about 47� tall and 45 pounds. They called me String 
Bean or Toothpick, Shortee. I could wear size 5 or size 6 baby diapers 
and boys size 6 clothes so mom did not have to buy special diapers or 
clothes yet, because I was so small. I could still sleep in my 
brother�s crib and use his highchair. I tried to get mom to buy me a 
big boy bed every night when she tucked me in. I was always asking when 
she would buy me a bigger bed I showed he how small the baby crib was. 
I tried to sit at the table every night steeling my brothers booster 
seat but mom would tell be only when I get out of diapers. No matter 
what I did to become a big boy mom reminded me of my diapers.

The week before school started mom was tired of me asking for a new 
bed. Mom and dad told me I was getting a bigger bed very soon. I went 
to sleep sucking my pacifier knowing I would be sleeping in a big bed 
soon. The next morning mom told me my big bed is coming today when I 
get home from daycare I would see it. I was so excited all day a 
daycare it was all to could do is tell everyone I was getting a big 
bed.

When I returned from daycare I found a youth size hospital crib that 
was 72� long mom told me this is my big bed until I stopped my bed 
wetting and wetting myself all the time. If I outgrew this bed I could 
get a big kid bed like Billy�s. Bedwetting was not the only problem I 
had I was still scared to go near the potty so I used diapers for 
everything just like a baby. I was still in the baby class at daycare 
because of my diapers. They told me there was no facilities for diapers 
in the little boy or big boy class. I would be considered just another 
baby because I still used diapers like a baby. In the baby class I had 
to use all the other things pacifiers, bibs, bottles, highchairs, 
cribs, playpens, and toddler toys. I wanted to be a big boy like Billy 
but I did not want to play with the big boys they made fun of me too 
much. I started to like playing with all the toddler toys and soon 
found it hard to play with things made for kids over the age of 7 or 8.

At home was no different mom treated me like a baby, too. She told me 
until I was out of diapers like Billy I was a BABY with baby rights 
only. My new bed was so big it had a top and everything once mom put me 
in for the night I could no longer climb out and get into things like 
before and Billy could not help me out either so I had to wait for mom 
to let me out every morning. Before I got my new bed I use to get out 
of my crib and get Billy in the middle of the night and we would play 
and watch TV. We would get snack food when mom was not around we had so 
much fun but sometime we would eat too much junk food and get Billy so 
sick. Now mom has control back she never put me in my crib only at 
night or nap time that way I HAD TO TAKE MY NAP WITH BILLY I HAD NO WAY 
OUT. Mom was the boss now I had to do things her way or no way.

When I went to school the following week I was in the fifth grade 
wearing diapers it was okay since I never pooped in my diaper at 
school. Only because I always pooped sitting in my highchair at home 
eating my breakfast poop would just slip out without warning. Every day 
at lunchtime the nurse would help me change my wet diapers, no one ever 
found out I was wearing Pampers or Huggies all year long. At home poop 
would come out when I ate breakfast in my highchair. It was so 
automatic for me to be so relaxed that poop would slip out with me not 
evening knowing it until my deed was done. Mom, dad or Billy would then 
say baby has poopy as I sat in my highchair, how did they know? Mom 
would always bathe me before school then put a Huggies or Pamper diaper 
on me with a stuffer liner inside it. My thicker diaper caused my pants 
puff out but every one got use to my new look thinking I was getting a 
fat butt is all. The nurse would help me change my wet diaper during 
lunchtime. Mom had to give the school a good supply of my diapers and 
stuffers so I never ran out of diapers at school.

At daycare mom just paid extra for my diaper usage without the 
stuffers. It cost the more than Billy�s did when he was in toddler 
class. I used so many diapers they were the bigger size diapers and 
more expensive too. Usually toddlers use three or four diapers a day at 
daycare but I use the 6 or more the same amount of diapers per day as a 
one-year-old. I needed 6 to 8 diapers without the stuffers I was on the 
changing table getting a diaper change every hour or so.

One day I told mom I wanted to go to the big kid�s class to play with 
the boys and the big toys like Billy I did not want to be in the baby 
class. Mom told me if I want to go to the big boy class she would 
remove my diapers and let me go to class dressed like a big boy but I 
would have to pee in the potty or hold it till I got home. I said I 
still wanted to try.

The next morning after breakfast mom removed my wet messy diaper bathed 
me and told me to put on my clothes so we could go to daycare. Billy 
and I walked into daycare I proudly walked into the little boy class 
with my brother I was so happy to be in this class. I giggled as Billy 
and I walk into what was called the Little Tikes classroom, I though I 
could be a big boy like Billy I know when I need to go most of the 
time.

It was great here in the little boy class I had bigger swings that were 
not like chair that required someone to help me into and out of. They 
had taller slides everything was so fun I did not know were to start 
after I used the swings for five or ten minutes I climbed up the slide 
to go down it was so slick I went so fast it made my stomach flutter. I 
ran around and climbed to do it again but this time I stuck part way 
down and went slowly down to the bottom. Then I realized that I had wet 
my pants I was so excited I did not realize I need to go pee. I wet my 
self just like I always do then all the little boys were pointing at me 
saying look at baby Donny had an accident he needs new Pull-ups now. I 
started to cry as I was led to the corner of the room where my wet 
pants were removed and replaced with Pull-ups. I was the same size as 
the tallest boy in the class but now all my clothes are gone and I am 
wearing just Pull-ups now, I look like I belonged in the baby class 
now!

I was told the next time I have an accident today I will have to go 
back to the baby class so I better use the potty not my pants. One half 
hour latter I need to pee again so I ran to the teacher and told her to 
take me to the potty that I was scared to go alone. We went to the 
potty she pulled helped me pull down my Pull-ups and sat me on the 
potty just in time because I started to pee as my bottom hit the potty 
seat, ten seconds latter I was finished so the teacher pulled up my 
Pull-up. The potty monster did not attack me maybe he has forgotten me 
now I can be a big boy again.

I was so happy I can finally get back to my big boy status now tat that 
potty monster is gone. I ran to play on the swings and have fun until 
lunchtime. I ate lunch in my assigned highchair drinking from my own 
training cup. I could not wait for lunch to be over so I could go play 
again.

As soon as my feet hit the floor I was on the swings again having fun 
until naptime came. Then all the little boys in my class were called to 
nap time. I wanted to stay swinging I did not want to nap I was a big 
boy now that the potty monster was going to leave me alone. The teacher 
came to me pull me off the swing and lead me to the napping room then 
she saw that my stars were gone from my Pull-up. She said Donny looks 
like you need to go back to the baby room until you can learn to hold 
your pee better.

The baby room was next to the big boy room where I was returned to 
diapers in front of the big boys but I would soon be in the comfort of 
my little friends that don�t care even if I still need diapers. While 
was laying in my crib I felt the need to poop I could climb out but 
since we were not allowed out during our naps I had to let my poop go 
into my diaper followed by a small amount of pee.

When naptime was over the teacher came into the room and said, �I smell 
poopy. Let�s all stand up for a diaper check.� All eight of us stood up 
holding our side rail waiting on her to check our diapers. She found 
the first five little ones clean and dry then found David had wet his 
diaper so she put him on the changing table and quickly changed him 
then Sam�s diaper was clean and dry then it was me and Jimmy he was the 
next oldest to me he was three. I wanted her to check him first so he 
would not see me get changed but she checked me first. She walked over 
to me and said I found the one with poopy it�s Donny he has poopy. 
Wearing only a Pamper she released the tapes holding my diaper on used 
a dozen wipes before my bottom was free of poopy. She powdered my 
bottom with a lot of powder and taped a clean dry Pamper on me saying 
baby is all clean and dry now. She checked Jimmy and he said he needed 
to poopy in the potty not his diaper like Baby Donny does.

When mom came to pick my brother and I up that evening Billy told mom 
Donny had too many accidents and is back in the baby room. I told mom I 
did not want to go to the little boy room any more it is too hard to 
hold my pee. I told her the potty monster is gone but I can�t hold my 
pee very long the baby room is for me because there are no potties just 
diapers that is what I want to be in safe diaper. Diapers make me feel 
nice and safe without potty worries.

Mom took me to the doctor where he ran many test on me even an MRI he 
found a small birth defect on my bladder that would cause my bladder to 
feel full all the time and release because of the false feel of being 
full. My pooping problem was caused by the same thing since my bladder 
was so underdeveloped so were the mussels that held poop back. Without 
more practice I would never learn to hold my bathroom needs he said it 
would be about three to four years of constant practice to learn to NOT 
pee and poop myself if I ever learned at all. He told mom to just keep 
me in diapers since I was so small for an eleven-year-old you can try 
to make him responsible for keeping him self clean and dry. But until 
he grows a little larger just treat him as if he were a big toddler and 
help him learn to handle it.

Mom told me I would have to learn to change my own diapers since I 
still need them. I asked mom. What about my messy ones? Mom said. Yes 
even your stinky messy ones. I asked. What class at daycare I would be 
in then? Mom said. Whatever class I wanted to be in I could be in. I 
asked. Can I go to the big boy class? She said. Yes even the big boy 
class, but remember you will have to change your own diapers but only 
in the baby classroom. The baby room is the only place that you can 
change your diapers, only on the changing table. I was eleven-years-old 
it only took a few times for mom to show me how to change my own diaper 
I could change Billy diapers when he was still wearing them. It did not 
take long for me to lean to change my own but I hated the safety strap 
rule. I had to fasten the safety strap across my chest before I could 
start to change my diaper, but I got use to it.

I decided to go with my little brother�s class because my old 
classmates were so mean to me now that they know I still use diapers 
like a little baby. My little brother�s little friends were so much fun 
to play with and they did not tease me as much my older friends. They 
would just make truthful comments like, �Looky, Donny has a wet diaper 
or stinky,� meaning I have pooped my diaper then the teachers would 
tell me to go to the baby room and change my diaper.

So I would waddle off to the baby room get on the changing table with 
my diaper bag and change by diaper if it was just wet it took me ten 
minutes. The first time I messed in it, it took me about thirty minutes 
making a mess all over the changing table. Now if I was messy one of 
the baby room teachers would always run to help me clean my butt 
because my first mess I caused. They would always finish by not letting 
me put my own diaper on. But treating me like one of the babies by 
putting my diaper on like I was still just a baby sending me off to 
play with a slap on my diapered butt. I only had about two messy 
diapers a month at daycare but so many wet ones I would lose count.

I was a big baby in the little boy room. The little boys made fun of me 
for the first couple of weeks but soon it was just one of those things 
that happened. Diapers on my butt were normal not having underpants in 
over two years I had forgotten what they felt like. Mom kept telling me 
to keep trying maybe if I can stretch by bladder I can be potty trained 
by the time I go to high school. Billy can help you too he can stay dry 
for hours the doctor said you can over come your problem if you want 
too.

Now Billy is in charge of my potty training he says when I can wear 
Pull-ups and when I need diapers. He is four I am eleven but mom will 
punish me if I don�t follow the rules. Billy is almost as big as me and 
stronger too. Billy likes to treat me like his baby brother making me 
use all of the baby thing in the house. I guess I am just a baby if I 
can�t stay dry like him anyway, being a baby is better than being 
teased all the time.