DEREK'S STORY
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	My name is Derek Hansen. I am 12 years old and I have a 
pretty nice life. I live in Northern California with my 9 
year old brother, Nathan, and our parents, Phillip and 
Susan. Things used to be very different though, and that's 
what my story is about. I was born on May 24th 1986 in 
Seattle, Washington and I lived there with my mom until I 
was 3 years old. I don't remember too much about that time 
in my life, except that they have a monorail in Seattle 
(kind of like Disneyland) but I don't know if it's a memory 
from age 3 or not cause I visited Seattle when I was 10 so 
maybe I'm just confused. My therapist (I'm not crazy or 
anything) says that I "repressed" my memory because its 
painful. (?) Anyway, when I was 3 we moved to California to 
a town called Baldwin Park. I can remember being excited 
when my mom told me because I thought it would be cool to 
live at the park. We moved into a little apartment that had 
lots of kids and I had fun playing with everyone, except 
almost all the kids spoke Spanish and I didn't really 
understand sometimes so we did a lot of sign language and 
stuff. My mom never went anywhere during the day but I 
didn't really think about it then now I now we must have 
been on Welfare or something. My mom always had boyfriends 
but I don't remember any of them except the boyfriend she 
had in Baldwin Park his name was Rod and he was a policeman 
he would bring us pizza and stuff and always brought hot 
wheels cars for me when he came to visit, and once he even 
took us to Knott's Berry farm (A theme park close to our 
house). While we lived in Baldwin Park my mom kept getting 
fatter and fatter and one day she told me that she had a 
baby in her tummy. On February 22nd my brother Nathan was 
born he was pretty weird looking at first but I got used to 
him. At this point my mom had 2 baby's to change because I 
was still in diapers too partly because I was still wetting 
at night but also because I didn't like to sit on the toilet 
(I really tried though). When Nathan was almost 6 months 
old, my mom left us with the neighbor overnight so she could 
go out and when she didn't come back after two days the 
neighbor lady called Rod. We were
	taken to a house with lots of kids and lots of grownups 
too. A few days later, a lady came to visit us and told us 
that she was our social worker and that we were going to 
visit a nice man called a judge who would tell us what was 
going on. About a week later we went to see the judge who 
told me that my mom was gone (dead) and that they were going 
to find a nice home for us to live in.
	I found out later that my mom killed herself by taking 
too many drugs. The social worker contacted family members 
(I don't know who) but couldn't find anyone to take us. My 
therapist says that my mom was suffering from postpartum 
depression but I never saw her act depressed she just left 
us and never came back. We stayed at the home for 2 more 
months before we were placed with a foster family. By then I 
was only wearing diapers at night and hadn't had any daytime 
accidents for at least 2 months. (Almost all the kids in the 
home wore diapers or pull-ups at night even the big kids) 
The family we were placed with were the Ashby's our social 
worker told me that they were a "pre-adoptive" family and if 
everything worked out ok then they might be our new parents. 
They had a daughter already that they had adopted named 
Jeanine who was about 6 months younger than me. The first 
week with them was really great they spent a lot of time 
playing with Nathan and me and were very loving. After we 
were there for awhile Janet (the mom) told me that it was 
time for me to stop wearing diapers at night cause I was to 
big. She wouldn't let me have anything to drink after 6 
o'clock and she took me to the bathroom before bed, and then 
woke me up later to go pee. For about 3 days I did fine and 
then one morning I woke up and my bed was wet. Janet freaked 
out. She yanked me out of bed and threw me on the floor and 
told me I was I pig then she dragged me to the bathroom and 
pulled my pajamas off and slammed me down on the toilet. She 
told me I better not move or else and stormed out of the 
room I started crying because I was scared. (she looked very 
crazy)
	When she came back she told me to get in the tub and 
she made me take a bath to clean off the pee. After I got 
out of the tub she took me over her knee and spanked me for 
about 15 minutes, then told me that because I peed my bed 
like a baby I would have to wear a diaper like a baby. I was 
very confused because I had not wet during the day for a 
long time. She put a diaper on me and a shirt and made me 
play outside with Jeanine and all the other kids in the 
neighborhood. She took the diaper off for me to go to the 
bathroom and then put it back on again after I don't know 
what would have happened if I actually used the diaper. From 
then on every time I had an accident at night I would get 
the same treatment. All the kids in the neighborhood teased 
me, Jeanine teased me, and Janet and Robert (the dad) would 
call me names and tell me I was disgusting and sick. I began 
to hate them and asked the social worker to find us a new 
family but when she asked me why I could only say because (I 
was afraid that if I told her about wetting the bed she 
might say that wearing diapers and being embarrassed was the 
right punishment for me. We lived with the Ashby's until I 
was about 5 � and then we moved to a new house with people 
that didn't have any kids. I thought that we were moving 
cause of my complaining but I found out later that the 
Ashby's told the social worker that I had behavior problems 
and I was "aggressive"
	The new family was the Hansens, Phillip and Susan. It 
was completely different from the beginning when they talked 
to us they would crouch down and talk to us and we could sit 
on their lap to read a story and we got lots of hugs and 
kisses. The other thing that was different was I never got 
punished for wetting the bed Susan would come in my room in 
the morning and when I was wet she would say Oh you poor 
little guy lets get you out of those wet clothes and into 
something dry. And at night when it was bedtime she would 
rock with us or sit on the bed and rub my back until I fell 
asleep. I love her. After we had been there about 6 months I 
was sitting on the floor in the living room with her while 
she changed Nathan (that was another difference, she never 
pushed him down a yanked his diaper off, she would gently 
lay him down and talk to him the whole time and sometimes 
kiss the bottom of his feet and she never minded changing 
him even if he was poopy) Anyway, I said I wish I could be 
your baby and she said honey of course you're my baby too, 
your just my oldest baby then I said no I wish I was your 
baby like Nathan and you changed me and snuggled me like you 
do with Nathan. And she said I love you whether you're a big 
boy or a baby, but if you need to be a baby like Nathan you 
can be my baby for as long as you want. I told her I did and 
so she went to Nathan's room and got another diaper and the 
she picked me up and kissed me and rocked me and then she 
lied me down on the floor and gently pulled of my shorts and 
underwear and then she talked to me in a really soft voice 
about what a handsome boy I was and how much she loves me 
and the she slid the diaper underneath my bottom and taped 
it up. After the diaper was on she kissed the bottoms of my 
feet and then she carried me to the rocking chair and rocked 
me and rubbed my head and sang to me. When Phillip came home 
he seemed kind of surprised and they talked to each other 
for a while and then he came and picked me and Nathan up and 
hugged and kissed us and said how are my two baby boys 
today.
	Since then I have been wearing diapers every night (I 
still wet almost every night) and during the day whenever I 
want. I usually don't wear them anywhere except at home 
unless we're going on a long trip or spending the night at a 
hotel or something. Nathan wears diapers at night also but 
he always has one on during the day too unless he wants to 
go over to a friends house or something. None of my friends 
know that I wear diapers (the times that I go to there house 
for a sleepover I just drink less and stay awake. Nathan 
doesn't care who knows about his diapers but he doesn't wear 
them except at home (or for trips and hotels) he doesn't 
sleep over at anyone's house but he has had lots of friends 
here and nobody says anything to him about it. (I think his 
friends are jealous).
	I talked with this kid by computer that said he wore 
diapers too and told him about me and Nathan and he kept 
asking me the same questions over and over like he wasn't 
getting my letters. I found out later that he was writing to 
me while he had his friends over and that they thought me 
and my family were a bunch of sick freaks. All I know is me 
and Nathan have a mother and father who love us and who we 
love and I wish it wasn't such a big deal whether you wore 
diapers or not.

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