    John's Misery

    	It was far from how John had hoped to spend his fifth birthday
    that June in 1957. It had been a Saturday which meant that father had
    been home and there had been a joyous opening of presents with both
    mother and father there to watch John's obvious pleasure and gratitude
    for his new bike and some clothes. John was an only child so his
    parents tended to spoil him. In the afternoon, they'd all gone downtown
    together to have a meal in a café where John's father had arranged a
    birthday cake to be brought to the table with five candles on it. Both
    his parents and the café staff had sung 'Happy Birthday' to him. He was
    both embarrassed at the attention and immensely grateful that he had
    such wonderful parents who had gone to so much trouble for him. His
    birthday party proper with his friends was to be the next day and he
    was really looking forward to that too.
    	Such a wonderful start to the day had led to such a terrible
    ending. They had come out of the café and onto the pedestrian crossing
    outside. As usual, his parents had gone through the crossing code with
    him,: Look right, look left, look right again and, if the road is
    clear, cross on the crossing.' It was clear when they started, but a
    large lorry came rushing down the hill at them and sounded its horn.
    John's father turned and saw the lorry coming towards them. Realising
    that there was no time for them all to get out of the way in time,
    John's father flung John clear of the lorry as it smashed into both his
    wife and himself. As John landed clear of the lorry's destructive path,
    he saw his parents flung into the air as he hit his head on the
    curbstone and, mercifully, blacked out.
    	He awoke in a hospital bed with a bandage around his head and
    hurting from the severe bruising which he had received in his fall. A
    nurse bent over him, "You're in hospital, John. You've been in an
    accident and banged your head, You have been unconscious for a couple
    of hours. How are you felling?" It all came flooding back to John. He
    could see vividly in his mind's eye what had happened. "What happened
    to my parents?" he asked. "Don't worry about anything, John. Just
    concentrate on getting better." "They'd dead, aren't they? I saw them
    being thrown up in the air by the lorry." The nurse gave him a sad look
    and said, "I'll get Sister to talk to you." John saw the nurse, in her
    royal blue uniform with white starched cap, apron and ruffs around her
    short sleeved dress, royal blue belt with a silver buckle of her
    nursing school, talking to Sister who was dressed similarly except that
    she wore navy blue dress and belt and her starched white cap was of a
    different design as she had trained at a different nursing school. She
    came over and sat at John's bedside, taking one of his hands in hers.
    "I'm Sister Kennedy. Nurse says that you've been asking after your
    parents. What can you remember?" John told her about the meal in the
    café and them crossing the road. He said about the lorry coming so fast
    and his father throwing him out of the way. He told her, between sobs
    of grief for what he knew must be the inevitable news, of how he'd seen
    his parents thrown into the air by the lorry just before he banged his
    head. "You poor boy! Most people would never have remembered all that
    and it would have been a blessing for them that they hadn't. I don't
    know how you've managed to remember everything so clearly with your
    concussion, but I'm not going to lie to you. You remembered correctly.
    The lorry's brakes had failed and the driver just couldn't stop. Both
    your parents were killed int hat accident, I'm afraid, John."
    	As Sister expected, the tears flowed as John sobbed and sobbed
    both for his own loss and for his parents whom he loved dearly. Sister
    pulled him to her and held him tightly to her. She was too experienced
    to mutter the usual platitudes of 'there, there,' or 'never mind,
    dear.' Years of experience had told her that it very much did mind to
    these poor children. When John's sobs had quieted down somewhat, she
    asked him how he felt in himself. She encouraged him that it was all
    right to tell her and that she did need to know. Between sobs, John
    told her that his head hurt and that he ached all over. "You've had a
    nasty bang on your head, John, and you're badly bruised, but there's
    nothing broken. You've been X-rayed to make sure. I'll ask doctor to
    give you something for the pain." With that, she called the nurse back
    to sit with John and to cuddle him as he needed the care and affection
    at this difficult time. Sister went to speak to the doctor. She
    explained to him how John had remembered all of the events leading up
    to his parents' death. "Poor little chap. I'd hope to break that news
    to him when he was feeling much better. I'll come and give him some
    morphine. That should help with the pain and make him sleep for a bit."
    The doctor was as good as his word and gave John an injection of
    morphine into his leg. John cried a bit when he had the injection, but
    the staff were aware of how much anguish he was in, so let it pass
    without comment. Normally, they'd have tried to encourage him to 'be a
    big brave boy', but he had enough to cope with the loss of his parents:
    he was already showing what a 'big brave boy' he was.
    	John felt drowsy from the effects of the morphine and slowly
    drifted off to sleep. He woke to find that it was dark outside and the
    ward lights had been dimmed, and that he felt uncomfortable around his
    bottom and, putting a hand down there, discovered the smooth feel of
    rubber pants on top of nappies. A nurse saw him stirring and came over
    to his bed. She pulled the curtains around the bed and turned the over
    bed light on. "Hello, John. I'm nurse Jones and I'm one of the night
    nurses. How are you feeling?" "Why am I in nappies?" John wailed.
    "Hush, now. Don't get upset. We always put children who have been in an
    accident like you in nappies. You were unconscious for some time and
    then you've been given morphine which is a very strong drug. You're
    probably wet no, aren't you?" John agreed that he was and nurse said,
    "That's why you were put into nappies. We know from all the other boys
    and girls who have had accidents with concussion that they may have a
    little 'accident' and it's better to be in wet nappies than in a wet
    bed, isn't it?" John agreed that it probably was. "I'll get another
    nurse and we'll change you into another nappy for the rest of the
    night. After that, I'll give you another injection of morphine which
    should help you sleep. You'll probably wake up wet, but that's because
    of the morphine. It's not because you're a baby or anything like that!
    We put all children in the ward in nappies at night 'just in case'.
    It's ward policy!" Nurse Jones was a kindly nurse who was well aware of
    the dignity of young boys who were now too grown up' to wear nappies.
    Their mothers had toilet trained them so well that it was almost the
    ultimate crime to wet the bed. She had seen similar reactions so many
    times before. All of the children in the ward which was from children
    from four to eleven, wore nappies at night 'just in case'. For many, if
    not most, of them, the stress of being in hospital meant that they'd be
    wet in the morning. It may embarrass the children to be treated like
    babies by putting them in nappies, but it certainly prevented a lot of
    wet beds.
    	John did indeed wake up wet in the morning, long after all the
    other children had woken. He had been allowed to sleep in as his were
    special circumstances. All the other children had been changed out of
    their wet nappies and dry ones put in place where necessary – for the
    younger children and for some of the older ones whose bladder control
    was a little suspect. On seeing John was awake, two nurses descended
    upon him, wearing rubber aprons over their uniforms, and pulled the
    curtains around him. The covers were removed from him and he had his
    gown removed. Starting from his face, the nurses very gently washed him
    all over right down to his feet, leaving his wet nappy and rubber pants
    in place. The transparent amber coloured natural rubber pants were
    removed and the wet nappy unpinned and lifted away into a bucket. One
    nurse supported John while his 'nappy area' was washed clean . He had
    zinc and castor oil cream applied to his washed and dried skin to
    prevent nappy rash. Two pairs of thick terry towelling nappies were
    pinned on and a the rubber pants pulled back over the top. A probing
    finger form one of the nurses made sure that all of the nappy was
    inside the tight legs and waist of the rubber pants to prevent leaks.
    "John, we don't want you getting out of bed at the moment as you may
    still be suffering from the effects of the concussion. If you need to
    'spend a penny', then it's all right to use your nappy. We want you to
    drink plenty today, so we'll come and change you when you're wet.
    Please don't worry about wearing a nappy. We know you're not a bay but
    your concussion was serious and we need to look after you. If you need
    to do a 'number two', just ask a nurse and one of us will come to help
    you. All right, sweetheart?"
    	A few minutes later, a nurse came over to John's bed with a tray
    of breakfast. "We let you sleep, John, as you needed the rest. Everyone
    else has had their breakfast, so it's time for you to have yours!" She
    put the tray on the bedside cabinet and took a large green rubber bib
    from the tray, tied it behind John's neck. She took a baby bottle off
    the tray which held orange juice and asked John to drink it, explaining
    that they didn't want John to sit up yet which is why he need to drink
    from the bottle. After he'd drunk the bottle dry, the nurse fed him
    some toast. She followed this up with a bottle of milk and then, after
    wiping his mouth and chin for him, removed the now crumb-covered bib.
    "I'll be back later with a bottle of water for you, John. In the
    meantime, try to get some more sleep." John rolled onto his side, and,
    without realising what he was doing, put his thumb in his mouth and
    sucked on it, and put his other hands between his legs, caressing the
    rubber pants, as he drifted back to sleep.
    	John was fed lunch and tea, whilst still being kept flat. He was
    changed at regular intervals by the nurses when he was wet. John had
    had a full bladder when he was awake and thought that he would find it
    hard to break his mother's strong conditioning about never wetting the
    bed (even with a nappy on!). He found, to his surprise, that it was
    quite easy to start the flow of urine which flooded all over his
    abdomen and ran down the sides of his hips until the terry towelling
    nappy soaked it all up to leave him felling warm and wet. Little did he
    know it, but the accident and the death of his parents had caused a
    degree of regression. The nurses were not surprised at all by this as
    they knew it was common following such events. Indeed, even a simple
    operation such as adenoid removal or a tonsillectomy was enough to
    cause a reversion to bed wetting in older children than John.
    	The next morning, he was allowed to sit up in bed for breakfast
    and was allowed to drink from a cup. He was still made to wear the
    rubber bib round his neck with its 'catch all' pocket for the crumbs.
    The nurse asked him if he had done his 'number twos' that day and then
    used other language to make sure that John had understood her question
    as to whether he had had a bowel movement. This was because the nurses
    were checking for the constipation which they were expecting from the
    morphine which John had received. On having confirmed by John that he
    hadn't, the nurse left the bib on him and went away, leaving the
    instruction that he was to stay sitting up and that she'd be back in a
    couple of minutes. She came back with a glass containing orange juice
    with a spoon in it and another glass of orange juice on a small tray.
    She stirred the 'juice' thoroughly and took the spoon out, putting it
    down on the tray. She said to John that she was going to hold his nose
    and ask him to drink the 'juice' down as quickly as possible. She held
    John's nose and offered him the glass. He drank it down, gagging at the
    oily taste. She removed her fingers from his nose and offered him the
    second glass of orange juice with the comforting words, "Don't worry,
    this is just orange juice to take the taste away!" In those days, it
    was not felt necessary to explain to children what the nurses were
    doing to them: the children were just expected to do or take whatever
    they were told. The nurse removed the bib and John's gown, replacing it
    with a pyjama top. "You can get out of bed now and play with the other
    children. If you need to use the toilet, just remember you've got your
    nappies on, so use those!" She smiled to herself as she knew that John
    would very soon realise what she'd given him: a very large dose of
    castor oil which, in two or three hours, would leave him no longer
    constipated, very empty and with a very messy full nappy.
    	She led John by the hand to the playroom at the end of the ward.
    Here children who were well enough to be allowed out of bed, yet not
    quite well enough to go home, were allowed to play under the watchful
    eye of a nurse who made sure that they didn't over-exert themselves
    and, when they needed their nappies changed, that they were returned to
    them main part of the ward for this to be done. The nurse who'd brought
    John whispered to the nurse in the playroom that John has just had a
    rather large dose of castor oil and that she was to watch for the
    successful conclusion of the treatment – John filling his nappy very
    comprehensively. John, who had been embarrassed at first at being taken
    through the ward, which was mixed sex, in just his pyjama top and his
    rubber pants over his nappy, was surprised to find that all except the
    very oldest children, were wearing nappies with rubber pants over them
    and a pyjama top. He didn't realise that the oldest children , who were
    wearing pyjama bottoms as well, apart from a couple of them, were also
    wearing the rubbers and nappies, but underneath their pyjama bottoms in
    deference to their age.
    	John settled down to play Dinky toys with another boy (for those
    who have never played with Dinky toys, they were a die cast toy made as
    semi scale models of cars and lorries in use in the UK at that time).
    Half way through the morning, a nurse came into the playroom with a
    tray of glasses of orange juice which the children were encouraged to
    drink. Some children, like John, who had been given laxatives, were
    given larger glasses than the rest to ensure a thorough cleansing. John
    had already wet his nappy: the nurse had noticed this through the
    transparent rubber pants, but was aware that they were thick enough to
    take rather more soaking than they'd had so far.
    	About three hours later, John realised that something strange was
    happening. He felt his stomach churning and gurgling inside him. He
    suddenly felt the greatest need to empty his bowels that he'd ever
    felt. He tried to hold back and started to stand up to go over to the
    nurse, but he was far too late. The violent contractions of his bowels
    responding to the effects of the powerful castor oil purgative forced a
    mess of oily stool into his nappy. The nurse saw his facial expressions
    and his obvious distress and then the brown stain appearing across the
    seat of his nappy. She smiled inwardly to herself as she knew that
    John's constipation had been resolved in a most spectacular fashion.
    John lost his balance as he was trying to stand when the need to expel
    the stool overwhelmed him. He fell back onto his bottom on the linoleum
    floor and grimaced as the messy stool was squashed all over his bottom
    and up between his legs up his front over his genitals and back up his
    anal cleft. John stood up and waddled over to the nurse as he was
    uncomfortable. He leaned over to her and whispered what had happened.
    She told him that she'd send him to be changed when she felt that he'd
    finished passing all that there was inside him to pass and that he
    should expect that he'd be passing some more into his nappy. As she was
    speaking to him, one of the other children who had also been similarly
    dosed with castor oil suddenly relieved herself into her nappy,
    blushing a bright beetroot colour as she lost self-control to her
    obvious embarrassment. Seeing and realising that John had had the same
    problem and that he hadn't been sent to be changed, she decided that
    she'd try to pretend that nothing had happened. Both children then
    spent a further hour and a half filling their nappies even fuller with
    stool. The children had adopted a crouch to avoid squashing the stool
    further into their nappies. Nurse, with a malicious glean in her eye,
    managed to contrive to ensure that both John and the girl ended up
    sitting down firmly on their bottoms whilst they continued to play.
    	Nurse decided that the young girl had been embarrassed enough by
    her loss of control caused by the powerful purgative and sent her off
    to be changed first. When she returned, some fifteen minutes later, she
    had been put in blue rubber pants over her nappy which gave her some
    semblance of dignity. The nurse told John to go to see the nurse
    sitting at the desk and say to her that he'd come to be changed. As he
    walked past her, she gave him a playful slap across the seat of his
    rubber pants, further squashing the stool across his bottom. John
    waddled over to the nurse at the desk and reported as he'd been told,
    in a rather sheepish, embarrassed voice. She smiled at him and took him
    by the hand. She led him to the sluice room where there was a large
    table covered with a rubber sheet. Putting her hands under John's
    armpits, she lifted him up and sat him on the table, further spreading
    the stool up inside his nappy. "Time for a nice clean dry nappy, John!"
    With that, she laid him back on the table and turned to put on rubber
    gloves and a rubber apron. She then removed the rubber pants and nappy
    and dropped them in appropriate bins under the table. She put a bowl of
    water beside John and both wiped and washed him until he was clean
    again. She applied a thick layer of zinc and castor oil cream around
    his nappy area before applying a thick layer of clean, dry nappies and
    a fresh pair of rubber pants. John, however, got another pair of the
    transparent rubber pants so the nurses could keep an eye on when he wet
    himself. When she had finished with him, she lifted him off the
    changing table and sent him back to play until lunchtime.
    	Unbeknown to John, elsewhere in the hospital there was a case
    conference taking place about him. A social worker was talking to the
    ward sister about placing John in foster case until his future could be
    legally settled. The social worker said to Sister that she was
    proposing to send John to Sister Davis. "Isn't there anyone else?"
    asked Sister, "You know she has some strange ways of dealing with
    children in her care." "Yes," replied the social worker, "but she does
    love the children in her care and they do seem to thrive. Don't forget,
    none of John's relatives will take him and I'd rather place him in
    foster care than in a children's home." Sister Davis was a district
    nurse and John was about to find out her 'strange ways' for himself.
    The arrangements were made for John to be placed with her that
    afternoon on his discharge from hospital.
    	That afternoon, after John had had lunch, he was changed into a
    clean pair of nappies and then his clothing, which had been washed,
    dried and mended, put on him. Sister Davis came into the ward and spoke
    to John. "Hello John. I'm Sister Davis and you're going to come home
    with me. I'll look after you until it's sorted what's going to happen
    to you." Being reminded that he needed care because his parents had
    been killed, John burst into tears. Sister Davis hugged John to her and
    comforted him until the sobbing had subsided. She took John by the hand
    and led him from the ward. She told him that she was married, but had
    no children of her own. She worked as a district nurse, but only during
    school time so she'd be home during the holidays. Her husband was an
    accountant for a large local company. Leaving the hospital, she led
    John towards a bus stop from which buses went out of the city centre.
    The bus came and they both climbed on. A short ride later took them to
    the suburbs where they got off. Five minutes walk took them to a tree-
    lined street with detached houses. They stopped at number 25 and Sister
    Davis opened the front door. She took John inside and up the stairs.
    There were three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs and John was taken
    into the smallest bedroom. To his surprise, the bed was a hospital
    style bed with cot sides which could be pulled up to prevent the
    occupant from falling out of bed. There was linoleum on the floor, a
    chair, bedside cabinet, wardrobe, a desk and a chest of drawers. There
    were pictures of aeroplanes, racing cars and trains on the wall. Sister
    Davis showed John that she had put away all his clothes in the wardrobe
    and chest of drawers. She didn't open the bottom drawer, so John,
    wrongly, assumed that it was empty. John was taken downstairs and shown
    the rooms down there and the garden.
    	Later that evening, Sister Davis led John upstairs to bed. She
    took him into the second bedroom where there was a peculiar hospital
    style examination couch with a rubber cover over it. There was a sink
    in the room and cupboards with closed solid doors. What did attract
    John's attention were the three hooks in the wall over the head of the
    couch. He wondered what they were for. Sister Davis removed his nappy
    and rubber pants, dropping them in nappy pails by the couch, rather as
    the nurse had done at the hospital. She washed and dried him, deciding
    that his bottom looked well enough creamed. With his lower half bare,
    she lifted him down and encouraged him to go to the toilet in the
    bathroom and also to clean his teeth. He was told to go back to 'his'
    bedroom when he'd done. When he came in, he saw Sister Davis opening
    the bottom drawer and getting out dry nappies and blue rubber pants.
    "But I don't need nappies at night any more. I'm not a bay and I'm
    better now!" John wailed. "Every one of the boys and girls I've looked
    after wear nappies at least at night. If you don't wet them overnight,
    then you can wear them the following night. I'd rather you stayed in
    bed at night, though, so use your nappies if you wake up at night." She
    then laid him on the bed, pumped it up to a convenient height and put
    the nappies and rubber pants on him. She removed his shirt and replaced
    it with a pyjama top. She turned back the top sheet and blankets and
    encouraged John to lie down under the covers and she tucked him up.
    Finally she gave him a bottle of orange drink with a baby teat on it,
    standing it beside his pillow, telling him that he could suck from it
    if he was thirsty and the teat would stop it leaking all over the bed
    if it was knocked over. She kissed him on his forehead, wished him a
    'good night', pulled up the cot sides so John felt like he was in a
    cage and turned the light out as she left the room. The bed was still
    high in the air so John thought that perhaps he was glad that he had
    the cot sides to stop him falling out. He explored the bed and found
    that there was a rubber sheet over the mattress, a rubber drawsheet
    under a linen drawsheet and rubber covers on the two pillows which gave
    off a strong smell of rubber as he laid on them. As he was thirsty, he
    picked up the bottle, as he was intended to do, and started to drink
    from it. John thought it tasted a bit strange, but drank it down
    thirstily anyway. Finishing the bottle, he stood it back up beside his
    pillow and laid down to try to sleep. Sleep did come quickly as the
    doctor had prescribed a dose of chloral hydrate to help him sleep over
    the first few nights in his strange new home.
    	The next morning, just before Sister Davis came in to get him out
    of bed, John woke to the realisation that his nappy was very wet. He
    put his hand down between his crotch on the rubber pants and squeezed
    the nappy tightly to him. He suddenly realised that he didn't care.
    Yes, he felt babyish in his rubber pants and wet nappy, but he liked
    the feeling. Sister Davis came in and lowered one of the cot sides. She
    was wearing a rubber apron and, sitting on the bed, lifted John onto
    her lap and cuddled him, rocking him gently back and forwards. She'd
    brought him a bottle of milk which she gave to him, holding the bottle
    with the teat in his mouth so john could suck eagerly. After what the
    poor lamb had been through, the reversion to a younger age while he was
    at home with her would help to blunt the pain of the loss of is parents
    and she enjoyed 'mothering' her foster children anyway. She'd only take
    one at a time so she could give them as much love and attention as
    possible. When John had drunk the milk, she picked him up and carried
    him into the second bedroom and placed him on the couch there . She
    removed his wet nappies and rubber pants and then washed his nappy area
    thoroughly, this time applying a layer of zinc and castor oil cream
    which she rubbed in carefully. Lifting John off the couch, she led him
    over to the sink and washed him from head to foot and, leading him
    naked back to his bedroom, helped him to dress.
    	After breakfast, she walked John round the corner to his new
    school where the head teacher and class teacher had been warned about
    John's situation. John was welcomed into the school by the head teacher
    and taken to meet his class teacher. During the day, the other children
    asked him about his parents and didn't laugh at him when he started
    crying for his loss. He found that he liked his new friends and school
    and enjoyed being the centre of attention.
    	All went well until Friday night. That was the night when John
    discovered the reservations which the ward sister had about John's
    placement with Sister Davis, despite her similar treatment of children
    on her ward. John was led into the middle bedroom and laid upon the
    couch. This time there were strange metal poles either side of the
    couch with loops hanging from them. Sister Davis removed all of John's
    clothes and gently put his ankles in the stirrup loops so that his
    bottom was wide open and his knees bent back. "At the weekend, we all
    have a good internal cleansing, John. You'll soon get used to it. I'm
    going to start you off with this." She held up a child sized glycerine
    suppository. "I'll dip this in some water and put it into your bottom.
    In a few minutes, it will make you want to go to the toilet, but I want
    you to be a good boy and to hold it as long as possible for me before
    you go. Can you do that for me?" John didn't like the sound of this,
    but he reluctantly agreed that he'd try. She pulled on a pair of rubber
    gloves and , picking up the first suppository, dipped it into the water
    which made it slippery. Carefully she placed the rounded end against
    John's anal sphincter and pushed gently. "Take deep breaths for me,
    John," she asked. As he did so, she slipped the first suppository into
    his rectum, pushing it as high up as she could at the tip of her finger
    which was fully buried in John's backside. Before John could protest, a
    second one followed the first. A really thick nappy was placed under
    John's hips and fastened tightly around him with four nappy pins.
    John's legs were lowered from the stirrup loops and a pair of
    transparent rubber pants pulled up over his nappy. John was helped to
    stand as she made sure that all of the nappy was tucked behind the
    rubber pants. These were just like the ones John had worn in hospital
    and he had a bad feeling about this. "Grip your bottom as tight as
    possible, John, to hold on for me." John clenched buttocks tightly
    together whilst Sister David went into a set of drawers and pulled out
    a transparent rubber garment. "As I don't want you to leak in the bed,
    I'd like you to put this on." It had an elasticated neck, long sleeves
    with elasticated wrists, an elasticated waist and legs which would
    reach down to his knees with elastic around the knees. Sister Davis
    held the neck of the garment stretched whilst John stepped into it. He
    shivered as the touch of the cold amber rubber struck cold against his
    skin. It looked really strange on him as he could see himself on one of
    the full length mirrors in the room. Finally, Sister Davis held John's
    nose whilst she encouraged him to drink down a large draught of castor
    oil and orange juice. John started to cry at the oily taste. "I was
    given this in hospital," he wailed, "and I couldn't help messing
    myself." "Hush, John. It's all right. I know you'll mess yourself.
    That's fine. I want you to because I want to clear all of the poisons
    out of your system." John was given another glass of orange juice to
    wash away the oily taste still in his mouth and then encouraged to
    brush his teeth to rid them of the oily coating which the castor oil
    had left. By now, John was squirming from trying to hold on to the two
    suppositories which were irritating his rectum and causing him to want
    to have a bowel movement. "Hold on a little longer, if you can, John,
    so that they'll work better." With that, she picked him up and carried
    him into his bedroom. Sitting on his bed, she cuddled him to her so
    that he was overwhelmed by the smell of his rubber suit and her apron.
    She placed the teat of a baby bottle in his mouth and encouraged him to
    suck on the warm milk, laced again tonight with chloral hydrate which
    would soon send him into a deep sleep. As John drifted off to sleep,
    the little grunts he was giving in his sleep suggested that he was
    indeed filling his nappy. As she laid John down on his side, she placed
    a hand on his bottom and rubbed. Yes, he had passed stool as she spread
    it across his bottom.
    	A couple or so hours later, John half woke to the churnings of
    his bowels caused by the castor oil. He didn't fight it as he was too
    sleepy from the choral hydrate and so just let it out. Three more times
    he woke, passed copious amounts of stool and went back to sleep again.
    In the early morning, he woke for the last time that night with the
    grey light of dawn filtering through the window. He was aware that he
    was covered in sweat from the rubber garment he was wearing over his
    nappy and rubber pants. He sat up in bed and felt the stool between his
    legs spreading out up his front and back. He put his hand between his
    crotch and squeezed, spreading the stool up even further. He didn't
    care. He liked the feeling, he decided. After all, if Sister Davis had
    said it was all right, then who was he to argue? He laid back in bed,
    one hand between his legs and the other holding his thumb in his mouth,
    wet with sweat and both wet and sticky around the nappy region.
    	Sister David came into the room some time later, wearing her long
    rubber apron and rubber gloves. "Awake, poppet? Not too uncomfortable,
    I hope?" John reassured her hat things were fine. She smiled to herself
    as she guessed that he would rapidly come to appreciate the lack of
    responsibility and self control which the nappies and the purgatives
    implied. "Let's clean you up and start you on the next start of your
    treatment." She lifted him out of bed and took him to the bathroom this
    time. Stripping off the rubber bloomer suit, which had covered John
    from knee to neck and wrists, while John stood in the bath, she gave a
    pleasurable exclamation that his rubber pants hadn't leaked. She turned
    the suit inside out and hung it on a hanger. She removed his very messy
    nappy and rubber pants, commenting to John that she was pleased with
    the result. She knew that her expression of pleasure would help to
    break down any resistance and prior training against wetting and
    messing himself in this way. She wanted him to be relaxed about her
    treatment of him. There was a shower attachment on the bath which she
    used to thoroughly hose John clean. She then showered him from head to
    foot, soaping him well and rinsing it off. John would have protested at
    home that he was a big boy and could bath himself, but he found that he
    was enjoying the mothering which he was receiving. He relaxed and just
    let it happen. Sister Davis was right: it was just what he needed at
    this difficult time. Picking up a large white fluffy bath towel, she
    wrapped him in it and dried him thoroughly. She led him from the
    bathroom into the second bedroom and stood him beside the couch. "I'd
    like you to put on these special rubber pants for me, John." They were
    the red rubber of hospital sheeting and were the strangest garment he'd
    seen. There was a tube from between the legs, the legs were short like
    bloomers, there was an elasticated waist and no back around his
    buttocks. He stepped into them and was then lifted onto the couch and
    told to lie on his left side. Sister Davis checked the temperature of
    the water in the jug and in the enema can which she hung on the wall
    over the couch ("So that was what the hooks were for," thought John)
    She connected the tubing from the can up to the pre-greased colon tube
    which she had ready in a kidney dish. She ran a little water out of the
    colon tube to flush all of the air from the tubing, then, with a finger
    dipped in the Vaseline, lubricated John's anus with her gloved finger.
    She fed the end of the colon tube through the tube in the bloomers
    which was between his legs and then into his rectum. She opened the
    valve on the enema can to let the water run slowly through the tubing
    as she worked it further and further into John's empty colon – empty
    because of all the he'd had the night before. Once she was satisfied
    that she'd placed the tube far enough inside John's colon, she turned
    off the water and asked John to roll onto his back. She hooked the can
    onto the top hook and lifted John's legs into the stirrup loops fixed
    to the sides of the couch. She removed the section of couch under
    John's bottom, leaving his bottom hanging over a metal pan. "John, I'm
    going to open the tap now. Try to keep the fluid inside you until you
    feel really full. Then just relax and let it out. The special rubber
    pants you're wearing have got no back so that, when you let the water
    out of you, it'll go into the pan under your bottom and won't splash
    anywhere. All right?" John nodded as she opened the tap.
    	Since the colon tube was so high up in his colon, John was
    surprised tat so much water was going in to him and he didn't feel
    full. Sister Davis was topping up the enema can from the jug of warm
    water. Suddenly he started to feel rather full and so relaxed his
    sphincter muscles. The water poured out of him into the waiting pan
    below, directed by the rubber pants. When he felt empty again, he was
    encouraged to clench his sphincter to be refilled. This happened
    several times until Sister Davis felt that he was thoroughly washed
    out. She unclipped the colon tube from the enema can tubing and lowered
    the end into the metal container beneath John's bottom to let the
    remaining water drain out of him as she slowly removed the colon tube.
    "How was that, John?" she asked him. "That was fun," he said, "I feel
    really clean inside now." "Good boy!" She removed his legs from the
    loops and slide the rubber pants off him. She washed and dried him and
    lifted him off the table. John went to get dressed. Sister Davis came
    into the room and asked, "Shall we do that again next week, John?" "Yes
    please!" came his answer, "but," he blurted out, "could I take the
    nasty stuff during the day so I can sleep though at night?" "Of course
    you can, dear. I just thought you'd prefer not to wear nappies and
    rubber pants during the day." "I don't mind that," was John's answer.
    	The next Saturday morning, John was woken by Sister Davis,
    wearing her rubber apron and gloves as usual, and taken to the second
    bedroom. She removed his wet nappies and rubbers before washing him
    clean and creaming him thoroughly. She pinned on a really thick pile of
    nappies and pulled the rubber pants over the top so that John
    definitely bulged around his hips from the thick layers of terry
    toweling. This was followed by the bloomer suit and then his normal
    clothes on top, apart from a special pair of baggy trousers to fit over
    the nappies. John's mouth was dry from excitement: he was really
    looking forward to this. "I like to rotate my purgatives, John, so
    today I'm giving you Epsom Salts which works rather differently. You
    won't get the cramping I expect, but you'll get lots of watery bowel
    movements which is why you've got such a thick layer of nappies on. I'd
    also like you to keep drinking plenty all day, so I've put a jug of
    orange juice in the kitchen for you to help yourself from. How do you
    want your Epsom Salts? You can have it in a glass or from a baby
    bottle." "From the bottle, please," asked John. "I thought you might!
    Come here, poppet, and sit on my lap." John sat across her lap as she
    cuddled him and rocked him as he drank down the Epsom Salts mixed with
    the orange juice to try to disguise the salty flavour. John was excited
    to think of the effects that it would have on him later.
    	After breakfast of porridge and a glass of orange juice laced
    again with Epsom Salts to ensure a 'good result', John was allowed out
    into the back garden to play. He was on the swing when he felt the
    first gurgling which the osmotic laxative would produce. He stayed on
    the swing as the laxative built up the pressure inside him and he let
    it go flooding into his nappy. As he was sitting on the swing, he could
    feel the warm mess spreading up the sides of his hips, his front and
    his back and it was a wonderful feeling. By lunchtime, when he was
    changed, he was thoroughly wet and happy. In the evening, he had the
    colon tube just before bed and went to bed that night in an exhausted
    state from all the purging, but wonderfully content.
    	A few days later, he was visited by two ladies from Social
    Services. They spoke to Sister Davis and then took John into the front
    room with them on his own. "Can't Sister Davis be here with me?" he
    asked. "No, John. We need to speak to you alone. Are you happy here?"
    "Oh yes!" John said, "very happy!" "As your parents are dead, we need
    to find the best place for you. How do you feel about staying here?"
    "Yes, please!" came the instant reply. "Sister Davis and her husband
    want to adopt you as their own son. How do you feel about that?" "That
    would be wonderful. I'd love to have Sister Davis as my mummy and Mr.
    Davis as my new dad. They're ever so kind to me and love me." "Are you
    sure, because it won't be possible to change your mind later." I'm
    sure. Please let me stay here!" With that, one of the ladies left the
    room to convey this to Sister Davis who came into the room elated and
    went over to John to hug him. The social workers left, leaving the
    happy pair. "John, would you like to be in nappies now, to celebrate?"
    "Yes please, Sister!" "You can call me 'mummy' now if you like," came
    her reply. "Mummy, can I wear my nappies and rubbers and can you give
    me something to make me 'go'?" Of course, my love. What do you want?
    Senna, Epsom Salts or castor oil?" "Mummy, can I have the Senna and a
    washout afterwards?" "Of course, dearest!"
    	With that, John's new mummy led him upstairs to get him into his
    nappies and rubbers. Over the years, he still wore nappies at night and
    looked forward to his weekly purgatives, enemas and colon washouts. He
    still does!