Chapter 5 – The next morning

“Hey how are my two little sleepy boys, smells like I got two fun jobs ahead of me” Mom said as she crinkled her nose up.

It was at this point I realized that Matt had went all the way in his diaper.

Matt blushed “I’m sorry, I should not have done that, I’m sorry” he started to almost cry

“Honey it is ok, I’m just trying to have a little fun with you, Just hold tight and I will get you all cleaned up.” Mom said, as she went to the cabinet and closet and got out some more clothes.

She expertly unsnapped the onesie and ripped the tapes off before he even knew what was happening. “Ok Matt roll on your side so I can get your backside cleaned up” she said, without skipping a beat.

“ok Matt, all done” she said as she patted the front of his fresh diaper  “here is a plain onsie and some shorts that should fit ya” she said as she threw some clothes at Matt and turned to me  “ok stinky, your turn”, as she set out to get me changed.

“Ok all done.  Justin, your dad should be in the barn.  Let me check with your dad” mom said as she took her cell phone and called my dad “Joe, where abouts are you?”

“I’m out in the front 40, Steve hit a deer with his combine and I had to put it down” Dad stated, obviously winded “couldn’t shoot it or it would have ricocheted, you don’t wanna know, but It will be a bit before I get home.  What do ya need?”

“Uh yeah keep the gory details to yourself.  Well the boys wanna ride the 4-wheelers”

“Well they are gassed up in the barn.  Did you have two diapers to change this morning?”

“Ok, yeah I got their stinky butts changed”

“Well I will be home in a bit”

“OK, and don’t be tracking mud, blood, or guts into my house, I just mopped those floors yesterday.  You shower in the barn.  Love you” Mom said as she hung up

“Ok, the 4-wheelers are in the barn and gassed up, your dad does not want you two leaving the property, or going through the fields that have not been cut yet.”

“Ok mom, can we go now?” I whined

“Yes you can go, you can go out to the kitchen and sit at the table and eat something.  Justin, you know you have to take your medicine as well.” Mom said, utterly delaying the fun even more.

After we ate breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon (oh yeah, that is gonna be good when it comes out), we got some old hoodies on and some orange vests and were about to head to the barn when mom called to us from the kitchen.

“Do you two want to take anything to drink, I can get you some lemonade if you want” Mom said

“Sure I’ll take some lemonade” Matt said, and mom handed us two plastic bottles with lemonade in them.

We rode around on the trails around the property for about an hour and then stopped to drink some of the lemonade.  “Man this is the most fun I have had in a long time” Matt said, which I agreed with, as I don’t think I have ever had this much fun; most of the things I used to do at our old house involved me being stuck in that chair.

“I love wearing diapers” Matt blurted out, “I love the feel, the need to not have to stop to go to the bathroom.  I just wish I had the courage to tell my folks.  To be honest with you, when I first met you I was guessing that you wore diapers, which have interested me for oh so long, but as I got to know you, you are a really cool friend; and your parents are probably the coolest I have ever met.  I mean you mom thought nothing of changing a teenager’s poopy diaper”

“Well I am certain that anytime that you are here, you will be more than welcome to wear diapers.  I bet you could sneak a few home as well, as you can see, I have plenty of them.  Do your parents have a clue about your diaper desires?”

“I was caught about 5 years ago when I was like 7 or 8, I had gotten ahold of a pull-up and was wearing it, I bent over and the waistband showed and mom got mad and said that I was a big boy and made me take it off and trash it.

Since then I kept it pretty hidden, and have not had any diapers.  Strangely enough my dad was not too upset about it; it was all my mom’s attitude.  Dad seemed to just be silent to ok with it” Matt recalled “Do you think I should take some home and hope not to get caught.  Cause I know that I could never get my mom to allow me to wear diapers.”

“You never know, she may be open to it, and just scared that you will revert to wearing them all the time, or maybe she did not want you to use them and her have to clean you up” I said.  “I have been in diapers long enough, and met others who have to wear and like to wear.  Some parents see wearing diapers as something that they have failed at.

Heck one of my friends’ mom totally wigged out that he would want to go back to diapers, and he had SB also, and needed them. She would rather him use a catheter like every 3 hours just to avoid using a diaper. He was getting infections from using the catheters.  She just felt that he would be made fun of using diapers, he was made more fun of for the accidents that he had by not using the diapers.” I stated as I sipped my lemonade.

I checked my diaper, felling that it was getting wet, and a smell came about – meaning that one of us was messy as well.  Matt noticed I was checking my diaper too.

“I’m already wet and about to be messy” he said and grunted a bit “all done.  Lets ride some more”

We rode another hour, and then headed back to the house.  We rode into the garage and put the 4-wheelers away and headed into the house.  As we walk into the kitchen door, Matt stops and I can see mom in the kitchen with somebody else.

From the other side of Matt is where it is interesting.  Keep in mind; he is in a wet and messy diaper.  Sitting in the kitchen is Matt’s mom, talking with my mom.  This can’t be good.

“Hello boys, why don’t you two go get out of those muddy clothes, and get showers and then come back here for some sandwiches” Mom said, picking up on Matt’s facial expression and what the situation was.

Matt and I filed past our moms and made our way to my bedroom.  “OH SHIT!” Matt exclaimed, “She knows, I know she knows, she is going to be so mad, I bet your mom told her too”

“Relax, your mom probably did not notice, and my mom would never tell her unless your mom confronted her about you wearing, meaning your mom would have to have a clue.  Now lets get out of these diapers…” I said as I transferred to the changing table and started getting undressed.  “if you want to, just go in my bathroom and undress and get in the shower, just spray the poop off yourself and then wash up there” I told Matt as I stripped down to just my poopy diaper and set about to change it while he was showering.

Matt came back just as I got done getting cleaned up.  “Feeling better?” I asked as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around him.

“Yes, but still scared she knows. I am not going to push it and put another diaper on though” he said

“I don’t blame you, no reason to push your luck.  Well I am going to get in the shower and then I will be back.  You can wait here or you can go on out there” I said, hoping he would wait here.  I went and got washed up in the shower, and washed my back side to get anything that I might have missed with the baby wipes.  When I got done and went back into the room, Matt was still there.

I quickly got re-diapered and dressed in some track pants and a t-shirt and we went to the kitchen and went to sit at the table, where mom already had some cold meat sandwiches chips and soda set out for us.  As Matt walked passed his mom she smacked his back side.  “What, not wearing a diaper since mom is here” That stopped time.

“Matthew, I knew as soon as you walked past me on the way to get changed that you were in a diaper, I could hear it crinkle and could smell two different poopy smells, so I knew that both of you were poopy” She said, making me blush as the comment about 2 different poopy smells.  At this point, I could have cut the tension with a chainsaw, Matt looked like he was about to faint, mom looked like she was a little shocked.

“I know you think about diapers, I have seen your web history, you are always searching out diapers, and related stuff.  I have even noticed you almost staring at toddlers just to see a glimpse of a diaper.  If you truly would like to wear a diaper now and then, I have no issue with that, but you will not wear all the time, and don’t expect me to change poopy diapers.” His mom said, leaving us all in shock.

Mom was the first to speak. “Shirley, umm, it’s partly my fault… When he and Justin were home alone yesterday afternoon, he tried one of Justin’s diapers, we don’t have an issue with him wearing, so I told him if he wanted to wear while here, he could.” Mom jumped in hoping to help calm the waters; at this point Matt was white as a ghost and was starting to cry.

“I… I …. I’m sorry I caused so much trouble, mom, I’m sorry you are mad at me, Justin and Mrs. Apton, I’m sorry you got involved in this.  I will get my things and leave, cause mom probably is going to make me go home” Matt said through his sobs, he was truly scared at what was going to happen and me too.

“Oh sweetie” Shirley said as she grabbed Matt in a hug “I’m not mad, confused and conflicted, but I am not mad at you.  You could be doing worse things, and it seems that you have found a friend and have had some fun so far, so I will make a deal with you, you help me a little around the house and such, and you can wear diapers when you would like when dad is not home.  I am not going to tell him unless he finds out or you tell him.  Now dry those tears and how about we get you back in a diaper”

Matt’s tears dried up, knowing that his mom was not so much mad with him as she was confused as to why a normal kid might like a diaper.  She ushered him off to my room and he came out about 10 minutes later obviously diapered under his shorts.

“Better” I asked

“All better” Shirley said as she gave Matt a smack to his padded bottom causing him to jump.

That was the start of Matt’s diaper wearing.  His mom left shortly thereafter, she said something about running errands….. Wonder what she had to get.

That evening we both were just in our diapers in the living room watching TV, when mom brought us 2 sippy cups and dishes of popcorn, “For my two little boys” She said as she put in a DVD.  Needless to say we both fell asleep halfway thru the movie.

I awoke to the sounds of a diaper change; mom had just gotten a diaper on me and was putting a onsie on me.  She then put me in bed, popped a pacifier in my mouth and clipped it to my onsie, as she put the side rails up on my bed.

Minutes later she came back with Matt and laid him down on the spare bed and changed his wet diaper and clothed him the same except for the pacifier.  She then turned on the LED night light that changes colors through the night and turned off the light and closed the door.

I know most will not ever understand it, but I love being a big baby

Chapter 3 – Saturday morning.

I woke up before Matt did, and for once I did not smell that familiar messy diaper smell.  I threw off the covers, and lowered the rail on my bed, guess mom must have put it up.

Dang it, my chair was too far away. I really wanted to get up on my own and get to the bathroom to do my bowel routine. “Psst Matt, you awake”

“Huh… What” He sleepily said

“Can you push my chair closer to my bed, I think it got moved in the night”

“Sure” he said as he hopped up and positioned the chair.

“Thanks, sorry about what is next” I said as I grabbed a changing pad and dropped it into my chair.  I wiggled my shorts down and unsnapped my onsie before ripping the diaper tapes off and getting the diaper out from under me and transferred to my chair.  I rolled towards the door and opened it, going into the hall without anything but a onsie on.  I rolled into my bathroom and shut the door.

Next I transferred onto the toilet chair, grabbed some gloves and gave myself the suppository that I use to stimulate a bowel movement. Now we wait.  Soon enough I started to get the vague feeling of my colon moving and I could smell the stool.  I did some crunches and rocking back and forth.  After 30 minutes, I leaned over some and got cleaned up.  About this time my mom knocked on the door.

“Ready to move?”

“Yes” I said as she opened the door and positioned the chair that was hovering over the toilet towards the roll in shower.

Before I could transfer over I heard my mom open some wipes and clean my backside again, as if I did not do a good enough job.  My shower chair is much like the toilet chair except it does not have padding, just a contoured seat with a hole in it.  I transferred over and pulled the shower curtain shut.  I grabbed the water controls and directed the shower head away from me so I could adjust the temperature of the water.  Once it was right, I started washing up, and rinsing off.

Mom had left me a towel on the rack, and put a thick waterproof pad on my wheelchair that was next to the shower. I started drying myself off the best I could.  I transferred over to my wheelchair, putting my towel on my lap.  I rolled into the hallway, my tires making that ‘screetch’ as they rolled against the wood floor.

Mom followed me into my room where Matt had laid back down.

“Matt, why don’t you go out to the kitchen, there is some cereal boxes and milk on the table for breakfast, I just need to help Justin get ready” Knowing entirely what she meant.

I know that at 13 I should be able to get myself dressed and such, but it is just easier with mom or dad doing it.  Most of my peers, even disabled ones would be mortified having their parents see them naked, being diapered and dressed by them, I really did not care, I have always had help.

Mom put a changing mat onto the spare bed, and I transferred over, she rolled me on my side so she could make sure everywhere was dry before rolling me back and onto an awaiting diaper.  Soon I was dressed and back in my chair and we rolled out to the kitchen where we washed our hands and got some breakfast.

I rolled out to the kitchen where Matt was already making himself a bowl of cereal, Reeses puffs.

“So, what are you two going to do today” Mom said as she was getting herself a bowl of corn flakes

“I don’t know, maybe go ride the 4 wheelers, and maybe go swimming” I said “Matt do you know how to ride a 4 wheeler?  Mom is that ok?”

“Sure it is ok Justin; you just need to be careful and don’t be reckless” She said.

“Yes, I used to have one till my older brothers blew the engine.  I didn’t know you had a pool, where are you hiding that at?”

“The pool is over at the old farm house right now, but by next month we are going to get one over here. We have not got the indoor pool in the basement done” I replied

“So you are putting a pool in your basement” he asked.

“Yes it is an endless pool, it is for swimming laps and doing water therapy” Mom said as she cleaned me up and got me dressed.

We both finished our bowls of cereal about the same time

“Justin, your dad should be in the barn.  Let me check with your dad” mom said as she took her cell phone and called my dad “Joe, where abouts are you?”

“I’m in the barn, what did ya need?”

“The boys are wanting to ride 4-wheelers, can you help them get them going?”

“Yeah if they get out here soon, I have to be heading to the farm in a bit.  Does Matt know how to ride a 4-wheeler?”

“He says he does.”

“Tell them they will have to be careful and not go riding in the fields or off our property. Have them wear orange just incase”

“Yes, I’ll tell them, bye.

“Ok, your dad is out in the barn, get going before he has to leave. To go over to the farm.  He said you need to wear something bright like hunter orange just in case”

“Sure mom”, I said as I wheeled away from the table and grabbed my hoodie and we both headed out to the barn where dad was.

Dad gave us the whole speech about being careful, not leaving our property, staying visible and having a two-way radio with us. We then took off riding for about an 2 hours.  I was somewhat certain that my diaper was used, based on how much I typically drink.

“Hey how far are we from your house, I gotta use the bathroom” Matt said

“Can’t you just go behind a tree” I said

“I gotta drop a load” he said

“OK, we can head back to the house’ I said as we took off.  When we got back to the house Matt jumped off the 4 wheeler and ran into the house.  I laughed a bit, I have never known the urgency that is going to the bathroom as I have been diapered since birth. I just kind of sat out there on my 4 wheeler as my wheelchair was in the barn.

Eventually after a few minutes mom came out with my backup chair and helped me transfer to it and I came in the house.  “Diaper check” she said as it had been a couple hours since we left.

I checked my diaper, finding it wet. “Yeah” I said signaling that I needed changed

“OK, lets get that taken care of” as she directed me to my room where I got over to the changing table.  She quickly had my shorts down, onesie unsnapped and was changing me. About halfway through I heard the toilet flush and Matt exit.  As he walked by, he almost stopped and stared at me getting changed, that was weird.

We went and rode for about another hour before mom called on the radio. “I thought you two were talking about swimming earlier? Still wanting to?”

I grabbed the two-way and called back “Yeah I think so… Matt’s saying yes”

“Ok, Come back to the house and then we can load up and go over to the farm” She said

“Roger that, on our way” I said as I put the two-way back on the holder and we headed to the barn.

Matt got off and got the door and we put the 4 wheelers away and I got back into my chair.

“OK, Matt did you bring trunks?”

“Yes Mrs. Apton”

“Ok go get them on, Justin you need to get changed too” She said ushering us into the house.  Matt ran in my room and grabbed his swim trunks and went to the bathroom while I transferred to the changing table.  Mom grabbed a cloth diaper and some plastic pants and switched me out to that, and then threw some trunks on top.

Back in my chair and we were out the door.  Mom opened the side of the van and the ramp folded down.  I rolled up in and onto the anchor for my chair with a Click! as it locked my chair in place.  Matt got into the other side of the van and we were off.

I could see the wheels turning in his head before he blurted out “So how do you get in the pool wearing a diaper, wouldn’t that thing blow up?”

“Well if I had a disposable on yes it would swell up, explode and make a mess, but I have a cloth diaper on and tight plastic pants.  So when it gets wet it’s just like a beach towel soaked in water.”

“Oh OK” he said.

I don’t know maybe it is me, but Matt seems to be very interested in my diaper situation.  Eh whatever

We arrived at my grandpa’s old house that is now a house for one of the workers on the farm.  We had an agreement that we could use the pool and bathroom In the garage until we got our pool in this summer.

Mom pulled the van around the back of the house where the pool is and we got out.  Grandpa had put an above ground pool with a big deck around it.  So I was able to wheel up a ramp he had put there.  Grandpa was always thinking of me and how to make things easier for me. Anyways I wheeled to the edge, pulled my shirt off and launched myself into the pool as Matt jumped in.  Mom waited and took my wheelchair away from the edge so it would not get wet with all the splashing and water.

We swam and played around in the water for a couple hours, I honestly just cannot get enough of being weightless in the pool.  What I can feel of my back is able to stretch out and decompress after I sit all day in my wheelchair.

We swam for close to 2 hours before I started to hang onto the side of the pool more often, since I cant stand, I have to keep myself above water mostly with my arms.  This was not unnoticed by my mom.

“Ok, Justin, time to get out and rest” she said as she climbed out of the pool and lowered the chair lift into the pool.  I swam over to the chair and sat on the chair as my mom hit the button to raise it out of the water.

“You need to rest at least 30 minutes before you can go back into the pool. Do you want to just sit there or get back into your chair?”

“I think back into my chair” I said

Mom wheeled my chair over and put a waterproof pad on my cushion as I transferred myself into my chair and rolled over to the patio table and grabbed an awaiting water bottle that mom had removed from the cooler.  Matt climbed out and joined us.

Mom asked after a bit if we wanted to get back in the pool or not.  We hopped back in the pool for about another hour, when we decided that we were done swimming.  I got out of the pool again.

“Ok, lets get you out of those trunks and changed” Mom said.

I rolled down the ramp of the deck and towards the garage, where there was a bathroom where I could get changed.  I rolled into the garage and into the bathroom that Grandpa had built for when people came over to use the pool.  It wasn’t much, a toilet, sink, shower and a changing bench.

Mom had went to the van and got our dry clothes.  She grabbed a dry towel and clothes out and set them out in the order she would need them.  I transferred to the bench and leaned back and forth as I slid my trunks down leaving me there in a cloth diaper and a frosted pair of plastic pants, the diaper obviously saturated with pool water. By this time mom had turned her attention to me and had me lay back as she worked the plastic pants down my legs.  During this time Matt was slowly getting his trunks off, dried off and getting some other clothes out.  It was almost like he was staring at me laying there in my diaper, like he was purposely taking his time.

Mom grabbed the front of the cloth diaper and ripped the Velcro closures open and got the diaper out from under me and proceeded to dry me off.  Next she spread out a fresh diaper and powdered up the back and lifted my butt off the bench and slid it under me.  She finished up and out of the corner of my eye I could see Matt looking over now and then.

I got dressed in the onesie and shorts that mom had laid out and transferred back into my awaiting wheelchair.  Mom put the soaked cloth diaper and plastic pants into a waterproof bag along with our wet towels.

We headed into town to the local diner that everybody seemed to frequent.  They have the best Swiss Steak and pies.  I got that and a piece of chocolate peanut butter pie.  Matt had a bacon cheeseburger and pumpkin pie.

When we arrived back at our house it was about 9:00.  “Why don’t you two get ready for bed now, and you can watch tv for a bit?”

Matt and I went into my room, and he got his shorts he was going to sleep in and a shirt and went to the bathroom while my mom helped me get changed and dressed.  I noticed that he must have went break neck speed to get changed, as he was back outside my room while mom was finishing my diaper change in no time flat,

“Did you want to stay in here any watch tv or go back in the living room?” I asked Matt.

“We can stay in here if that works for you.” Matt said

By then I was done getting into my PJ’s and slid over in the bed.  Matt climbed in like he had done the night before and I started something on Netflix.  I swear one time when he was trying to get comfortable his hand grabbed the front of my diaper, maybe not a grab/squeeze but definitely he pressed the diaper as I heard the crinkle.

The next day we all got ready for church, Matt packed his things up and he was going to go home with his mom after church.

Chapter 2 – Matt arrives

I was playing X-Box when he arrived, and we played for about 2 more hours, ate some snacks and drank tons of soda and then played some more.  After about an hour, he paused the game and was sniffing the air.

“Smells like somebody shit their pants” he said

I guess I must have blushed a bit.  I would have really thought I had all the poop out of me, but I guess not.

“Eeew gross did you poop yourself”

I sniffed “I guess I must have, it happens” I said as I set the controller down and got ready to go to find my mom.

“What do you mean ‘it happens’, do you poop yourself often?”

“Yes I do, much to my dislike sometimes.  Didn’t you wonder why you have been to the bathroom twice since you got here, and I drank tons more pop than you, but never budged?  My Spina bifida affects more than just my legs, it affects my bladder and bowels as well, and I have no control over them”

“So, what, you wear a diaper?”

“Yep, all the time.  I don’t announce it to the world, but there is no reason to deny it.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get changed.”  I went to my room and got my supplies out and transferred to the changing table/spare bed.  Got that done and my diaper disposed of in the diaper pail.  I opened my bedroom door, to find Matt waiting on me.

“So you change in your bed room and not the bathroom, why?”

“Well I have a place I can roll over and get changed on in here, and that is where my diapers and stuff are”

“So that’s your room?”

“Yep, that’s my bed, and the spare bed that I use to change on, my dresser for my clothes, and the diaper cabinet, and this is my closet” I open my closet and show him more clothes and the stacks upon stacks of diapers.

“Why so many diapers… I mean you have like 10 bags in here; and your shirts have these snaps on the bottom”

“Well I go through a lot, and I did some testing for the makers of the diapers and they sent me about 200 cases, I have a storage shed with about 150 more cases left. That should last a good year or two.

Those shirts are called onsies, the back of the shirt comes up in-between your legs and snaps, it is a shirt that never comes un-tucked.  It helps keep the diaper hidden when I am in my chair and moving around and transferring.” I explained.

“By the way, you can sleep in here on the spare bed, I washed it off with Lysol and I used a changing pad when I was on it, and mom will get some sheets.  I also have another bedroom that is normal if you don’t want to sleep in here”

“Why does your room look like a toddler room? Your sheets are Winnie the pooh and tigger, and you have a pooh and tigger on your bed.”

“I guess I just never grew up, acting little is kind of my way of coping with the hand that life dealt me, I mean look at me, I am in a wheel chair and in diapers too.  It is not all fun.  Let’s go watch a movie; I got some new DVD’s”

I noticed that Matt had moved closer to the diaper cabinet and I think once he even touched one of the diapers.  Something tells me that the tough-guy attitude is a show.  Time will tell.

“Boys I am headed to town to get dinner.  Justin, your dad is down at the miller’s helping them fix their combine.  I will be back in about an hour; will you be ok till I get back?”

“Sure we will be fine” I replied and unpaused the DVD.

“Hey Justin, can I ask you something?” Matt said

“Sure”

“Your diapers, what do they feel like, ya know to wear them?”

“Well I really don’t know, about the only area I can feel is right where the waistband is on the back.  Why, do you ask?”

“well…… ummm, no reason, just always wondered”  He said stammering and quickly dropped the topic

We continued playing until my mom came back from town with groceries and pizza for dinner.  “Justin, everything doing good” She asked trying to in a round about way ask if I needed a change.  “Did you change positions lately”

“Yes before you left I got off my butt and shifted” I said signifying that I had changed.  We had an almost code language about changing diapers

“ok good to know. Pizza’s ready, grab a plate and dig in.” She said

We all took about 3 slices, leaving some for dad and some left overs.  We all went back for just one more slice before dad came in.

“Did you get Miller’s combine fixed?” Mom asked dad

“Yeah, he’s back up and running. Glad we could get it fixed so he could get his work done this weekend, supposed to rain next week” Dad said

The 4 of us had some talk around the table.  “So Matt have you lived here all your life?”

“Yes sir, same house” Matt said

“You like the school, teachers and staff” Dad asking to kind of see if it will be a good place for me?

“Yes, the teachers and staff are nice, of course there are a couple of bullies, but no big deal”

“That’s good, I just always look out for Justin, we’ve had problems in the past”

After dinner mom, dad and us watched a TV program and then mom turned the TV off

“Ok you two, you don’t have to go to bed, but you do need to be quiet, Justin’s dad needs to get up really early.  Why don’t you get ready for bed and then you two watch DVD’s in Justin’s bedroom, or take the X-Box in there” Mom said

“Ok, why don’t you get what you are going to sleep in and go to the bathroom and change, I need to help Justin get ready for bed” Mom said

Matt grabbed his bag that he had dropped in the living room and went into the bathroom as mom and I headed towards my little room.

“So, has Matt seen this room, or were you using the other bedroom?” Mom asked. To which I indicated the little room.  “Are you OK showing off this room with Matt” Mom asked

“Yes, I had to change while you were gone and I had to change and he caught me coming out of here.  I showed him my room. I think he is ok with this side of me.  Something gives me the vibe that he may have some sort of interest in diapers too, I am just not sure.”

“OK, that is your choice” Mom said as she finished helping me get changed.

Mom opened the bedroom door to find Matt exiting the bathroom.  “So were you wanting to sleep in here on the spare bed, or we have a spare bedroom?”

“Here is fine, do you have some sheets for it”

“Oh yes honey, and I cleaned it off with some Clorox too” Mom said as she reached into the closet for the sheets and started to make the bed, which Matt helped her with.

After she left, Matt sat down on the bed, hearing the crinkle of the plastic covered mattress that was used for my changing area.

“Dude, where’s your TV at” Matt said, finally noticing that I had no TV in my room.

“Watch this” I said as I got my big remote out.  The wall above the changing table turned blue with a DVD logo on it.  “I got a projector for myTV, bought it with my diaper testing money”

“Why did we not play X-box in here and are you serious that you got paid for diaper testing?” Matt asked

“I was not sure that you would be cool with the diaper stuff; normally I don’t let new friends see my real bedroom, I usually use a spare bedroom that we have setup to look like a 13 year old’s room.  To answer your second question, Yes, I get paid to test diapers.  Most incontinent people are too self-conscious to ever talk about their conditions, and it is hard to find test subjects who can produce the results like an incontinent person”

“You mean they have to find people who don’t need diapers to test them?”

“Yep, because people who are not incontinent will hold their pee till they have to go and then let it all out at once, where as me, I just spurt out a little at a time, sometimes I just dribble.  I mean look at the pay I make….

My diapers are usually covered by Medicaid, but they are crappy (no pun intended) diapers; with my testing money and what they give me of the product, I get the best of the best…. Trust me, I have tested them all.  I am even in ads for the diaper company and suppliers in Europe.  I thought that doing photos for ads here in the US might not be good, but in Europe, nobody will know me.  That got me another $7,000 just for the photo shoot, and commercials.  Now, mom and dad make me put most of it in the bank, it is supposed to be for my college, or stuff like that”

By this time the movie is ready to begin and I patted the mattress of my bed and told Matt to “climb in, there is plenty of room” I said as I scooted over to the edge and he climbed up into the bed and we watched the latest harry potter DVD.

“Matt, I have really never had friends before.  Where we lived at before I was always the cripple, I could not play sports.  It is cool having a friend who enjoys hanging out and playing video games and watching DVD’s. “

“You really are the only person I have ever had sleep over, most people leave about the time I get ready for bed, and when I would go to their house, I would not want to stay overnight or too long cause of needing to change my diapers.”

We watched something on Nick at Night before Matt said he was tired, secretly I was too.  He went to his bed, said good night and I turned off the lights

Chapter 1 – Friday morning, first day of summer break.

So, this is my life.  I turn 13 today, though by some looks, I am still very much a young child. Let me tell you a bit about myself.

The name’s Justin Apton, I live rural Ohio with my mom and dad; yep, only child.  I was born with a condition called Spina Bifida, basically when I was born my spine was exposed.  This caused me to have no feeling or use of my legs.  It also brings on other problems as well, which we will see here shortly.  My mom and dad are not my biological mom and dad.  I was born to a teenage mother who put me up for adoption, as she could not care for a child with medical issues, nor was she ready for a child.  It is probably good that she gave me up, as I was born with many medical problems.  I never knew her or my biological dad.  I found out last year that I was adopted.

Last month we moved into our brand new house.  My grandpa passed away a few years ago, and had left my dad the farm.  The farm is 75 miles from our old house.  I always had a love hate relationship with the farm….. I like being out in the country, cause we only got out there maybe once a year to see my grandpa; but due to being in a wheelchair, have never been able to get around to everywhere on the farm.  We were not going to be able to live in the old farm house, it was old, 2 floors, and not accessible; so we built a new house, and grandpa’s long time hired hand moved into the farm house. I got all my school work sent with us, as mom and dad didn’t want to enroll me in another school for only a few weeks.  I got it all done last week, so I have been lounging around the house all week BORED!!!

Since we have been here only a month, I have not gotten to know too many people, but that is going to change tonight, a friend from our new church is going to stay the night. This sleepover might be interesting, as I have never really had anybody spend the night.  I am planning on staying up late and playing X-Box 360, surfing the internet, etc… But I am scared that some of the secrets that are contained inside our house will be found out and I will be made fun of.

Just looking at my room, you would think a 3 year old lives in this room…. I have Pooh and Tigger sheets, stuffed animals in the bed, a covered trash can, and other things that you would find in a room of a 3 year old.

I wake up like I do each morning, on my back, legs lying dead on the bed.  I take my teddy bear and set him aside and throw back the covers.  Here I lay like a toddler, in a onsie and a diaper.  Yep I said it, in a diaper and onsie; I have no control over my bladder or bowels, just like a toddler; this is part of the Spina Bifida.  The onsie is nice because at least when I am in my wheelchair, my shirt won’t ride up.

I sit up in bed and get things set so I can get out of this wet and from the smell, messy diaper.  My normal nightly routine helps with this; I usually have a spare diaper sitting on the headboard or on the bed.  After all, why get in my chair, roll to the diaper cabinet, just to transfer back onto the bed to change a diaper.

Somehow my bowel routine or cycle is off….. I usually don’t wake up messy, I can usually get on the toilet and sit for a bit and “go”; but not since we moved to the new house a month ago.   I know that not having control over my bowels is normal, but I was so used to getting up in the morning, and going into the bathroom and transferring onto the toilet and just sitting. Now I have to try hard to guess when I need to go, and hope I don’t guess wrong; or I will be sitting in my own pudding-like mess.  I guess a messy diaper is better than messy clothes or furniture.

Lately mom has been helping me in the morning getting changed and cleaned up; which I like. It is just too much work to clean up messy diapers.  I know that I can do it myself, but I like the help, and it makes me feel little when she does; and I like feeling little.

“Good morning birthday boy.  Are you ready to get up?” She sweetly coos like I am still 2 years old.  “Smells like somebody needs a change real bad” Which is her way of saying ‘you smell like a poopy diaper.’

“Ugh yeah, I wish I could get my bowels back on schedule. I hate waking up messy, it is just too hard to clean up in the morning” I pout

“well pouting and complaining ain’t gonna make you smell any better” she says “get those snaps undone, you forgot to set a changing pad out last night” she says as she heads for the cabinet that my diapers are in.

I unsnap the bottom of my onsie and slide it up and then off, leaving me in a soaked X-plus diaper, which has a cartoon printed strip on it.  Yet another sign of my little child side.  I put my bed in the flat position so I can roll side to side better.  I grab the rail on the right side of my bed and roll myself onto my side so mom can put the changing pad under me.  “Don’t want any poo on pooh” I chuckle and roll back onto my back and grab for the rail on the other side, and mom gets the last part of the pad spread out.

I quickly untape the diaper and start cleaning the front of me with a baby wipe, all the time smelling the mess that is waiting.  “OK roll over”

“Well, at least it is somewhat solid, and the chlorophyll tablets seem to cut the smell down a bit” mom said, as she cleaned me up with a wipe.  “Are you going to get in the shower, or do you want to get re-diapered”

“Re-diapered, I will shower after riding the quad” I said, getting anxious to get out to the barn and play

“Ok, just got to put some rash cream on your backside, that laying in a poopy diaper all night is going to give you a rash” she said as she grabbed a vinyl glove to put on her hand before smearing Boudreaux’s Butt Paste on my butt.  I next heard the sound of diaper being unfolded. Then smelled powder, and felt the top of the diaper against my lower back.

“Ok, roll” and I rolled onto my back and back onto the other side; a quick shake of powder and then onto my back again.  “Ok it’s all yours from here” mom said as she handed me the powder.

I made quick work of putting powder on the front, and taping the diaper up snug, as a pair of shorts and a red t-shirt came flying at me.  Guess that is what I will be wearing for the day, or until I get it muddy.  With that done, I usually get some breakfast, and then surf the internet a bit, and then either lift some weights, or play some X-Box, but today…. I am getting to play on my new toy.  Dad bought me a quad last week and I am going to learn to ride.

Breakfast is a fruit and grain bar and a glass of chocolate milk along with a ton of pills and supplements.  I am in a hurry to get to the barn.

“Be careful and listen to your father!!” mom yells as I roll out the back door.

In the barn I find dad tinkering with something like he always is.  “Hey dad! let’s get to riding” I yell as I slam the door.

“Ok, ok already, your mom says that you are chomping at the bit to get on this new ride of yours, so let’s get to it.  Wheel over here”

I wheel over to the ramp that dad had built earlier in the week.  We did the ramp rather than an overhead lift because it would make it so I could transfer on and off the quad. More so I could get on rather than off, getting off is easy.

For the next 30 minutes dad helped me get on and off the quad.  Basically I have to have my feet strapped down, or they could come off the footrests, and I have a seat with a back and shoulder harness to keep me upright.  The transmission is automatic and has reverse too.  Everything is on the handlebars too.  Finally we went riding, and we rode for over 2 hours till mom called us in on the 2-way. We had some sandwiches, and I got a messy diaper change again – guess all that bouncing up and down shook it out of me. I got a shower and dressed again. My friend Matt from church should be over soon.