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.