Name: Jaime (on behalf of Karlene) Ages: 10, 11, 12 Current Age: 14 It all started a couple years ago on the day that tragedy struck our home. Jaime was 10, a month short of 11. I was 12, almost 13 then. I'm Jay's sister Karlene. Jay helped another boy in the neighborhood my age, Rick, with his morning paper route. Every morning Jay would meet our daddy at this one place on his way to his work and they would race to some place. My daddy drove his 1968 corvette and my brother his little bike. We would have to hear tales of each day at dinner of the day's race, our daddy dodging traffic and my brother shortcutting through allies, backyards and parking lots. Mommy always joked that somebody was going to get killed someday. On the day Jay failed to show up at home we called Rick's house but he wasn't there. The last Rick saw Jay was when he met daddy for their race. He never seen him again and thought he went home. I meet up with Rick and we hunt for him on our bikes. After a bit we found him standing in the middle of a bunch of emergency lights and fire and police men and everything. We drove as fast as we could and asked him what was up but he just stood there and was staring, in shock. It was then that we saw what was the accident. We couldn't even tell at first, but it was my daddy's car, only the little bit of the back of the car sticking out from behind a huge garbage truck. It took awhile for it to sink in that daddy could not survive. It's been hard on us. The insurance companies don't want to pay because they say daddy was driving recklessly. Mom says the lawyers really suck. The bank took the house and we moved into a small apartment. Mom tries hard by working 2 or 3 jobs. I take care of Jay most of the time. It's hardest on Jayboy. He blames himself for the accident, even though it wasn't his fault. He always has these nightmares, seeing it over and over again. He goes to counseling but it doesn't help much. He started sleeping in my room and then my bed soon after the accident so I could wake him up if I see he is having one of his nightmares. It isn't so much that he gets scared but he relives every detail of the accident, even to how he lost control and wet his pants, only now he wets the bed. We tried to hide it from mom at first. She started to leave for work early and we didn't want to add to her troubles. It started with his bed and I just washed the sheets every day. Mom noticed all the soap gone. Jay started to sleep in my room so I could wake him but I didn't always wake up and he wet his sleeping bag. That was worse. Jay wanted to sleep with me. If I was next to him I would wake up. That worked for a week but one night I slept through until I felt the pee. I wasn't going to have him peeing in my bed. I gave him the choice of going back to his own bed or sleep with me in diapers. Jay was really upset at first. He wasn't going to wear diapers so he tried sleeping in his room. When I told him he would have to wash his own sheets and clothes he relented and decided to try diapers. We really didn't know anything about diapers and didn't want mom to find out. She found out he was wetting but I told her I would take care of him and didn't want to let her down. I went to the drug store and got some Pampers size 6. They were the biggest and luckily Jay is a little small for his age so I thought they might work. Jay tried doing things himself at first, but they were always on too loose or crooked or came off while sleeping. They came off one night when he had his nightmare and he peed straight on me. I was so mad I spanked him until he agreed to let me put them on. It took like 50 whacks and a really red behind but he gave in before my hand did. It took a few months but we learned a lot about diapers. One is that you can't hide it from mommy. Another is that disposables are expensive. We used up all our savings and that is just when mommy found out. She was kind of mad at first but we talked it over a lot. She agreed to buy diapers and let Jay sleep with me. It worked out mostly because it was at that time that mom missed the last payment for the house before the bank took it and we had to move out. Now we live in a small apartment. It's a nice place. We have all we need but there's just two bedrooms so me and Jay share. We have a bunk bed, one with a full size mattress on the bottom. Jay can sleep on top but he doesn't.