We were going to stick around until after Thanksgiving. The Wednesday before thanksgiving we drove up to Max’s parents, we parked at the store and took the fiat over to their house. We were going to help his mom get stuff ready for the feast the next day and visit while Carl closed the store.
We had parked in the parking lot of the grocery store so many times, that Carl ended up running a electric outlet out to one of the light poles, we had a key to the outlet box so nobody else could use it.
As soon as we walked in David ran to the door and gave me a hug; I could tell he was thickly diapered under his sweatpants. He then proceeded to hug Max, and wanted to show me some new stuff he got. He had saved up his allowance to get some printed onesies like I had and a pair of footed PJ’s too. “That’s cool buddy”, I thought thinking back to how it all started with me that many years ago
“I pretty much came home from school and got diapered today. I do that often. Mom and dad are ok with it too” He said, like it is something totally normal for a 12 year old to be doing
“If that’s what you want to do, but you don’t want to stay stuck in the house all the time, playing in your diapers. You need to have time with your friends too, so don’t let diapers take over your life” I said
“I understand, mom and dad tell me the same stuff too. I wore diapers pretty much all summer, it was hard for me to go back to school and be out of them. I almost had an accident once.” He said
“Yeah, at this point, there’s no way I could go without mine. It’s been 26 months now.” I said
“This summer my friend Will was over here, and I had a diaper on and he saw it. He said he would not tell anybody and I don’t think he has” David said
“Yeah you have to be careful, as many people don’t understand and just want to embarrass you or make fun of you.” I said, wanting to warn him of the perils of telling others you think you can trust, only to find out you are wrong.
“I don’t think he will do that, he slept over and asked to try one on too and wore it all night” He said
“Well that’s nice. We better get to the kitchen to help your mom before she sends Max into get us” I said
Max and I had a wonderful Thanksgiving with his folks and then went out to dinner with mine the next afternoon.
After that we headed down south again to Florida, down to Key West for a week, then outside Orlando for another 3 weeks. We were enjoying the sun, sand and warmth greatly, I had already gotten a space for my folks at the campground and they were supposed to be down the week before Christmas, driving the old RV.
About a week before they were to arrive, I was helping Max carry some stuff out of the RV and I opened the door and stepped out and fell flat on my face. I missed the top step entirely and fell to the ground. I immediately felt a very sharp pop in my wrists followed by the searing pain in both. I tried to get up but could not, then all I could do was wail for daddy. Max ran to the door and hopped out noticing me on the ground.
“Oh my god what the hell happened” Max yelled as a small crowd began to form.
“I dunno my arms and hands hurt so much daddy” I cried
a camper said he called 911, and another came over and looked at me and said it looked broken.
The pain was so bad I think I passed out, i’m a big baby about pain. I woke up when the ambulance came and I was loaded up on the stretcher. Max did not come but said he would be right behind us in the car.
I was so scared and in pain, but they gave me some stuff to dull the pain.
The ER doctor had me x-rayed and CAT scanned, but I was pretty much out of it form the pain meds. I remember somebody saying “this is going to make you really sleepy and when you wake up we’ll be done”
Next thing I know I was waking up in another room and it was night time.
“Hey buddy” Max said as he caressed my hair, you’ve been through a lot, just rest.
“What, ow!!” I said as I tried to move a bit
“I don’t know what happened, it was like you missed the top step and then could not get your footing on the bottom one. When you fell you broke your left wrist, and a bone in your right arm, and twisted an ankle too. You’re pretty messed up” Max said
I had moved my legs because I didn’t feel that normal thickness in between my legs. “Daddy, am I diapered?”
“No buddy, they put a tube up there” He said, which made me wince, since I knew what he meant.
The nurse came in and asked if I thought I could hold down some water or 7up, to which I tried, a bit later they brought me a protein shake to get me nourished as I hadn’t eaten all day.
I asked if they could take the tube out and let me get diapered back up like I normally am, nope, had to remain in until the morning.
Both of my arms were in big casts, with pins sticking out, and my ankle was wrapped up. The doctors wanted me to stay in the hospital for a couple days just to make sure my head CT looked better, I guess I banged my head a little.
It was a good thing that I had made max my medical POA so he could be there with me.
I was still pretty tired, and the pain meds made me even more sleepy. Max had run back to the RV while I was in surgery and said the neighbors were asking about me. He grabbed my teddy bear and some diapers and ran back before I awoke, so my teddy bear was with me.
Max stayed all night with me, only leaving the next morning to get breakfast. He had called my parents and they were on their way in my old RV.
Max came back in after they had taken the catheter out and ended up diapering me in one of my diapers, as the hospital ones just sucked.
On the day I got released my parents arrived and were waiting at the RV for me. My dad and another guy were working on some make shift hand rails for the RV, so I could get in and out easier.
Max took his care giver job very seriously, which included feeding me, as I had no use of either arm for feeding.
Between Max and my mom, they took great care of me for the two weeks we were down there before I was allowed to travel. One day my mom and Max were out getting groceries, and I was left with dad taking care of me. Unfortunately the stool softeners that they gave me to overcome the constipation that the pain pills gave me won and, I had an accident.
“Hey dad, I’m going to need some help. I hate to ask and if I knew when mom or max were coming back I could wait, but I need changed, I’m messy” I said sheepishly
“It’s ok, but just to let you know, I am not nor have I ever been good at this diaper stuff, even when you were a baby” He said as he paused the show he was watching.
He directed me to the bedroom where the changing mat had been left out. I pointed out where all the supplies he needed were, and he got started. I’ll admit my dad was not too bad, sure he gagged, I gagged too.
Mom and Max came back right as dad had gotten me changed into a fresh diaper.
“Tim, you never changed diapers before. You always brought him to me to do it when he was little” My mom said
“Well he was stinking up the place and you two were gone so long” dad said
“Thanks dad”
Two days after Christmas I was cleared to travel and we all hit the road. Dad had towed his little S-10 truck down with them. They got it hitched back up.
We had flown Max’s oldest brother down to Florida the day after Christmas and he was going to help Max drive back so they could switch off and on. We didn’t really stop and see anything much on the way back, as the goal was home.
When we stopped, I would usually order things like milkshakes and max would mix in protein powder and I’d order finger foods and mom or Max would feed me as well.
It took us 3 days to get home, but it was so nice to be home, where things are not cramped and tiny.