    Potty Monster

    PART 1

    It is 7:30AM. My name is Donny. I am 10 years old, lying in my new crib
    wearing my wet messy diaper waiting for my mommy to change me. I have
    been a bed wetter all my life, but things changed two months ago when
    mom put me back into diapers when I became afraid of the Potty Monster.
    Now I want to be in diapers; it is safer. My three-year-old brother
    Billy is sleeping in a big boy bed on the other side of the room. Billy
    is finally potty trained, no longer afraid of the Potty Monster that I
    told him about last month. I tricked him so he would be in diaper
    longer so I would not be the only one diapered even though I wore them
    ONLY AT NIGHT because of my bedwetting problem. So when mommy was
    trying to potty train Billy he became so afraid of the potty he would
    scream even when mommy took him for a bath he did not want to go near
    the scary potty. Since I was a nightly bed wetter and Billy had a dry
    diaper every morning he could hold his pee twice as long as me. I knew
    that because mom only changed his diaper three or four times a day
    while I needed to use the potty six or eight times a day.

    Last month I thought it would be fun to scare Billy. I found a plastic
    monster head so I put it in the potty to scare Billy. Mom had just put
    Billy in Pull-ups and told him to use the potty like a big boy just
    like Donny. When mom left the room I walked Billy to the potty like
    mommy told me to do lifted the lid to give him a peek at the scary head
    when he saw it he ran away crying hiding behind the couch. Then I put
    the head in his little potty chair I told him it would get him wherever
    he sat on the potty. I thought it was so funny my three-year-old
    brother afraid to go near the potty. I thought I could keep him in
    diapers for a long time now. I needed to prove to him I was afraid too,
    then he would gladly stay in diapers. I was small for my age and
    Huggies size 6 was what mom diapered me in at night. I pulled down my
    pants to show Billy that I still wear diapers. I am too scared to sit
    on the potty. I told him I use my diapers not the scary Potty Monster’s
    home. I told him that mom doesn’t know I still use daytime diapers. It
    is my secret that I use his diapers because the potty is too scary. He
    knew mom diapered me at night because I still wet my bed every night. I
    told him I would show him how to trick mom and make her think you are
    potty trained without using the potty but not now.

    Mom could not get him to sit on the potty. From that point he would
    cry, kick and scream even to go into the bathroom. This went on for
    three days. Then mom asked him why is he scared of the bathroom? He
    said the Potty Monster will get him. She told him there is no Potty
    Monster. Then he told on me. He said I showed it to him and it is scary
    and mean-looking. He is green and has big teeth. He said I was scared
    of it, too, because I still wear diapers. He also told her that I
    showed him my diapers. She explained to Billy that I was pulling a
    trick on him to keep him a diaper baby so I would not be ashamed of my
    night diapers. She looked around the bathroom for the monster head. She
    knew was in there. She found it under the towels where I had hidden it.
    Mom showed him the plastic head to prove the Potty Monster was not
    real. Now he was no longer afraid of the potty. He was happy to use the
    potty. He did not like wet and messy pants. He said he did not want to
    wear baby diapers; he wanted big-boy pants. Billy asked mom for big boy
    clothes. He would not have an accident in his pants.

    Mom told Billy to keep wearing his diapers for a while until she could
    trick me into wearing diapers; then I would be the only diaper boy
    here. Mom showed Billy how to undo one side of his diaper and use the
    potty then put the diaper back on. She told him to keep asking me to
    see my diaper to make sure I am still wearing diapers all the time not
    big boy pants. When Billy came to play in our room while I was playing
    with my Legos he asked me to show him my diaper. I said, “Not now. I am
    playing.” He kept asking me every ten minutes or so. When he left the
    room to get a drink I put one of his diapers on and removed my
    underwear. I had just pulled up my summer shorts over my diaper when he
    returned. He again asked to see my diaper since I was standing up so I
    pulled down my summer shorts to reveal my baby attire. He smiled and
    giggled but now I had a problem. I needed to pee badly, I knew he would
    get wise if I got up to use the potty so I decided to pee my diaper. I
    had no problem pee went into my diaper quickly soaking into it but it
    could still hold more because I peed so little my bladder was so small.
    I could not hold more than three or four ounces. Now he would think it
    is okay to use his diaper like me. I continued to play for an hour,
    forgetting I had a wet diaper on when mom told us we were going
    shopping. Mom checked Billy’s diaper then put him on the changing table
    to put cloth underpants on him. I did not watch his diaper changes so I
    did not know what he was wearing real underpants. I thought she just
    changed his wet diaper like she always does before we go shopping. I
    had forgotten I was wearing a wet diaper until I stood up. Mom grabbed
    my hand and Billy’s hand to led us to the car. I had no time to change
    into my underpants. I had to go shopping wearing a wet diaper.

    On the way to the store I wet again because of my small bladder. We
    walked into the Billy told mom he wanted to go to the potty here he had
    held his pee for three and a half hours. Mom said what a big boy Billy
    is. So mom took us to the potty in a new potty room called the family
    restroom. There was a small potty for toddlers and babies, a large
    potty for big people, changing table for baby diaper changing and sink.
    The room was real big. There was room for a lot of people. Mom told
    Billy to pull down his pants and sit on the little potty like a big
    boy. Billy pulled down cloth underpants sat on the potty peed and
    pooped like a big boy. I was so shocked to see him in real underpants.
    Then he wiped his own butt, got off the potty, pulled up his own pants
    like a pro and washed his hands. Mom told me to use the big potty to
    show Billy I was a big boy too. Before I could react mom pulled down my
    summer shorts, reveling my blotted wet diaper. Mom said, “Looks like
    this baby has wet his diapee, he needs a diapee change.” She put me on
    the changing table with the strap across my chest. I was crying while
    mom changed my diaper while Billy helped her change my diaper. Mom put
    one of Billy’s Huggies inside my size 6 Huggies, making my diaper bulge
    out more. When mom pulled my summer shorts up they bulged out like
    Billy’s did when he had diapers on. My diapers were so thick they made
    me waddle like a toddler. Mom said, “Looks like Donny is back in
    diapers until we can potty train him again.” That made me cry more so
    she pinned a pacifier string on my Tee shirt and put the pacifier in my
    mouth. I started sucking my pacifier as I was led to the cart where mom
    put me in the cart seat instead of Billy.

    Billy said, “Me the big boy; Donny the baby!” Mom said, “That is right.
    Donny needs potty trained some day, but that will wait until he stays
    dry at night, every night until then he needs his diapers and other
    baby things.” I found out later when we got home dad had set up my new
    baby furniture crib, highchair, playpen, baby walker, and baby swing;
    all these things were ready for me. When mommy or daddy put me into any
    of them I could not escape. I had to use them just like a baby. I had
    to wait for them to get me out of them. I had just traded places with
    Billy except I had to use the swing and walker that Billy stopped using
    these baby things years ago all the other things are what Bill used
    just three days ago. The swing and walker were to make me more
    helpless. For the next three weeks I was not allowed to walk or talk
    without permission. Mom told me if I did I would get a bare-bottomed
    spanking so I stopped walking and talking until I was allowed to. I
    never wanted to get spanked I was a good little boy. Baby life was
    better than a spanking.

    After three weeks of the baby treatment mom told me I was allowed to
    play like Billy. I was so used to using diapers I continued to pee and
    poop in them. Mommy would just change me without a word as if I was a
    real baby. I fell in to acting like a two-year-old that was not potty
    trained. Until mommy told me it was time to potty train me again. I
    told mommy I am potty trained and told her to take off these stupid
    diapers and I will prove it.

    Mom took me into our room, and with Billy watching removed my wet
    diaper to put Pull-ups on me and said to prove I was a big boy and not
    a baby. I shot back with a, “That will be so easy! You watch me! I will
    show you how it is done right!” A half hour later I ran to Billy’s and
    my room, then in to the bathroom to use the potty. All I was wearing
    were Pull-ups. I pulled them down, lifted the lid and some thing jumped
    out of the potty on me knocking me down. I was screaming and crying
    when mom came into the room finding me crying on the floor in a puddle
    of pee. Mom cleaned me off with baby wipes and pulled up my Pull-up
    sending me to play with Billy. One hour later I need to poop so off I
    went to use the potty again I lifted the lid carefully nothing happened
    this time so I sat down then something jumped up out of the toilet
    smacking my bottom. I jumped off the potty looking back into the empty
    potty. I sat down again this time it hit me so hard I fell off the
    potty. I jumped up and again nothing was in the potty I pulled up my
    pull-up and went to my mom’s potty same thing happened. I pulled up my
    Pull-up and went back to playing with Billy trying to hold my poop but
    the harder I tried the more I need to go.

    Billy told mommy he smelled something like poopy! Mom said, “Donny,
    let’s check your Pull-up.” I had to stand up so she could pull back the
    back of my Pull-up and check what I had done. Mom told Billy, “Baby
    Donny has poopy in his pants; let’s go change him.” I was led to our
    room where mommy changed my messy Pull-up. With Billy’s help I felt
    like I was just a toddler again, having pooped my pants. Mom told me
    next time use the potty not my pants or I would go back to wearing
    diapers until I could prove I was a big boy, not a baby.

    Later after I played for another hour I need to pee so I carefully
    lifted the potty lid and saw bubbles coming in the water. I got scared
    and wet my pants, I could not stop it; I was scared. I went back to the
    playroom to play with Billy. When Billy saw me he yelled out. “Mommy,
    Donny lost his stars!” That was what I used to yell when Billy wet his
    Pull-up. I yelled, “Mommy, Billy lost his stars!” Mom walked over to me
    saying I needed to go back to wearing diapers for the next three weeks
    just like when Billy failed his potty training the first couple of
    times. I don’t know what to do now that I know there is a real Potty
    Monster in the potty. I am afraid of it because he is mad at me. I will
    stay away form the potty for a while until he forgets about me.

    However, when I go to the all-boy daycare next week I will have to go
    to the baby room ages 18 months to potty trained all because of my
    diapers. I will not go to the big kid room ages potty trained to 5
    years old where Billy will be. I belong in the preteen room ages 10,
    11, and 12. I do not like the preteen room. I was too small and did not
    get along with the big kids there. I did like the big kid room. I fit
    in there best playing with kids my size and sometimes playing with the
    little kids like Billy. I am afraid of the baby room. I forget what the
    baby room is like, not being there in six years. I was almost 4 the
    first time I was potty trained at a late age. I only played in the
    little kid room for a year then went to the big kid room. Maybe the
    Potty Monster will not follow me to the baby room since there is only
    one small training potty for potty training but I will not go in that
    part of the room. Me too afraid to go near the potty it too scary to me
    now because the Potty Monster is following me and is very mad at me I
    will just use my diapers like all the other kids do in my new class.

    While in this class they make me take a nap in a crib eat in a high
    chair and do all the things the other babies do. Most of the kids use a
    sippy cup. Not me. They make me use a bottle. Two weeks of playing in
    the baby class to watch me play in the baby class except for my size
    you could not tell me apart from even the youngest baby he was twenty
    months old. There were six other babies in my new class. Two were being
    potty trained. They were more than happy to use the potty to be big
    boys. They wanted to play in the little boy room, not the baby room.
    The potty was too scary to me and I did not want to go near the potty
    in the corner of the room. To get potty trained and go the little boy
    room you need one week of being clean and dry-- no accidents-- to
    graduate to little boy status. The other kids and I were playing with a
    ball and it bounced over near the potty. I ran over to get it before I
    knew it I was standing over the potty and looked in and saw the Potty
    Monster moving around it. He was green and had big teeth. I ran away
    crying, wetting my diaper.

    How could people use the potty with that thing in there? There is no
    way I was going to use it. I will stay in diapers forever, no matter
    what they do to me. When the two babies that were being potty trained
    got their little boy status the two classes were combined since there
    were only four diapered toddlers in my class. That meant I had to play
    with the little boys while I was wearing nothing but my diapers. I did
    not care. I could keep my diapers under my pants and no one would know
    except when I need changed, which was only three times a day. Before I
    went to my new class they told me they needed to take my pants off so
    they could see when I need my diaper changed without checking. I
    started to cry as I walked to my brother’s class, so in went my
    pacifier.

    No one even looked at me walking into my new class doing the diaper
    waddle, sucking my binki with all the other toddlers. I was just
    another diaper baby, just a little big. I was so upset I wet my diaper,
    making it yellow in the front but not wet enough to need to be changed,
    just wet enough that every one looking at me would know I need my
    diapers. My brother walked over to me to ask me if I want to be changed
    it looks like I wet my diaper I looked down and started to cry with my
    pacifier still in my mouth keeping me from crying very loudly. Here I
    am in little boy class with wearing a wet diaper. I wanted to get out
    of wearing diapers now, but the Potty Monster is too scary for me to go
    near it. Diapers are safer for me now, so I will keep wearing them
    until I think the Potty Monster has forgotten about me. Some of the
    five-year-olds started to call me Diaper Donny or Diaper Boy even
    Diaper Baby, mostly “that Big Baby”.

    During outside playtime so we were led outside I was the last one to go
    out so I ran to the swings and got on one and started to swing. I was
    having fun swinging high wearing nothing but my damp diaper. I did not
    have a care in the world; I was free. I felt the need to poop so I just
    relaxed and poop filled my diaper but I did not care someone will take
    care of it later. I got tired of swinging got off and walked over to
    the sandbox. I started to play with recently potty-trained Tommy. We
    were having fun until Tommy yelled out, “baby has poopy,” pointing at
    me. One of the caretakers led me to the outside, changing table and
    quickly started to change my wet and messy diaper before I could
    object. No one even noticed what was happening to me. I was just
    another baby getting his diaper changed; nothing special, just a diaper
    change. It took about five minutes and I was back playing in the
    sandbox with no one saying a word like it was normal for a ten-year-old
    sucking a pacifier to get his diaper changed.

    My daycare life is now the same as Billy’s before he was potty trained.
    Now that Billy is potty trained he is like all the other potty-trained
    boys, boss of all diaper boys like me. Billy keeps an eye on me. Every
    time I have even a damp diaper he tells on me. I have to get twice as
    many diaper changes as any other boy in my class since my bladder is so
    small. Billy keeps telling me not to pee in my diaper, try holding it
    like a big boy. I try but keep forgetting letting pee go into my diaper
    all the time. I don’t care, the potty is too scary to me. I will just
    stay away from “IT.” I know the Potty Monster is after ME and only ME.

    My brother keeps telling me the Potty Monster is not real. He told me
    that mom showed him the monster head that I scared him with and it is
    not real. I told him it attacks me when I sit on the potty. It hurts my
    bottom every time I sit on any potty. Billy led me to the training
    potty in the corner of the playroom where all trainees are potty
    trained. I was wearing Pull-ups like all the other little boys that had
    diapers on yesterday. It was the monthly potty test for all diaper
    boys. Billy pulled down his pants sat on the potty and peed to show me
    how to do it like a big boy. He emptied the little pot under the chair
    into the big potty in the potty room, then rinsed it out in the sink
    and replaced it. He pulled down my pants and told me to sit down on the
    potty like a big boy. As soon as I sit down I felt a sting and jumped
    up crying saying “No, no use potty! Me scared!” Billy pulled up my
    Pull-up, saying it was okay as he put my pacifier into my mouth,
    calming me down with brotherly love, hugging me. Then little Bobby that
    was in diapers with me yesterday walked over to the same potty. He
    pulled down his training pants, sat on it a peed and pooped, stood up
    with a smile, pulled up his Pull-up raised his hands saying, “I’m a big
    kid now.” I soaked my Pull-up without even knowing it happened. As
    Bobby walked by me he pointed at me, saying, “Donny lost his stars and
    planes.” Billy led me the one of the caretakers and said, “Donny needs
    changed.”

    My wet Pull-up was replaced with a dry Pull-up. She told me to try
    harder next time, not wet my pants and be a big boy, NOT A BABY. But I
    was not about to use the potty; it was too scary for me. Three days
    after the potty test started all the other boys were wearing big boy
    clothes. I was the only one still in diapers in this little boy class.
    The little baby class was getting enough eighteen-month-old babies to
    have a toddler class again, so back to the toddler class I was sent to
    be with the other diaper boys. The big boys will not have to smell all
    my baby smells I had around me. Even my baby powder smell was not liked
    by the older boys. I always smelled like baby powder because that
    prevented diaper rash. I like baby powder smell.

    Mom picked Billy and me up at daycare, telling me it was time for
    school tomorrow. I got scared and wet my diaper knowing I was going to
    have to go to fifth grade wearing diapers, getting teased to no end.
    That is another story. This is how my adult diapered life started. Mom
    changed me when we got home, making me feel better, wearing a nice dry
    diaper. Playing with Billy was fun too. Dinnertime, mom fed me my
    dinner while Billy ate his in my old booster seat. More playtime, then
    bath time, followed my new cloth night diapers and plastic pants that
    was so thick I could not walk, only crawl like a baby. Billy liked that
    I could not get out of the playpen while mom gave him his bath. I could
    not mess with his toys. I was happy to play with the playpen toys
    anyhow.

    Bedtime, mom tucked Billy into bed then put me into my crib, tucking me
    in and giving me my night bottle. I was so comfortable and safe.
    Nothing could hurt me in my crib and my diapers were so thick and warm
    they could hold more than I could do in a whole day. That is how my
    diapered life started ALL BECAUSE OF THE BIG BAD POTTY MONSTER THAT IS
    STILL OUT THERE, SO BE CAREFUL HE DON’T GET YOU!

    PART 2: THE POTTY MONSTER CONTINUES TO HAUNT ME

    It happened last year when I teased my baby brother with a fake potty
    monster head. At first I had my baby brother Billy scared and knew he
    would be in diapers for a long time so I did not have to worry about my
    own bedwetting problem. Billy was sleeping through his naps and at
    night dry I had to do something or he would be totally potty-trained
    making me the only one still needing diapered. Mom made me wear them at
    night and on trips since my bladder was so small. Billy could hold his
    pee for many hours unlike me needing to use the potty every hour or
    sooner.

    Mom found out what I had done to Billy and corrected what I had done to
    him. Billy potty-trained in less than a day he was three years five
    months old and totally potty trained. Now the only size diapers mom has
    to buy are my size diapers for my potty monster problem. I am small for
    an eleven-year-old about 47” tall and 45 pounds. They called me String
    Bean or Toothpick, Shortee. I could wear size 5 or size 6 baby diapers
    and boys size 6 clothes so mom did not have to buy special diapers or
    clothes yet, because I was so small. I could still sleep in my
    brother’s crib and use his highchair. I tried to get mom to buy me a
    big boy bed every night when she tucked me in. I was always asking when
    she would buy me a bigger bed I showed he how small the baby crib was.
    I tried to sit at the table every night steeling my brothers booster
    seat but mom would tell be only when I get out of diapers. No matter
    what I did to become a big boy mom reminded me of my diapers.

    The week before school started mom was tired of me asking for a new
    bed. Mom and dad told me I was getting a bigger bed very soon. I went
    to sleep sucking my pacifier knowing I would be sleeping in a big bed
    soon. The next morning mom told me my big bed is coming today when I
    get home from daycare I would see it. I was so excited all day a
    daycare it was all to could do is tell everyone I was getting a big
    bed.

    When I returned from daycare I found a youth size hospital crib that
    was 72” long mom told me this is my big bed until I stopped my bed
    wetting and wetting myself all the time. If I outgrew this bed I could
    get a big kid bed like Billy’s. Bedwetting was not the only problem I
    had I was still scared to go near the potty so I used diapers for
    everything just like a baby. I was still in the baby class at daycare
    because of my diapers. They told me there was no facilities for diapers
    in the little boy or big boy class. I would be considered just another
    baby because I still used diapers like a baby. In the baby class I had
    to use all the other things pacifiers, bibs, bottles, highchairs,
    cribs, playpens, and toddler toys. I wanted to be a big boy like Billy
    but I did not want to play with the big boys they made fun of me too
    much. I started to like playing with all the toddler toys and soon
    found it hard to play with things made for kids over the age of 7 or 8.

    At home was no different mom treated me like a baby, too. She told me
    until I was out of diapers like Billy I was a BABY with baby rights
    only. My new bed was so big it had a top and everything once mom put me
    in for the night I could no longer climb out and get into things like
    before and Billy could not help me out either so I had to wait for mom
    to let me out every morning. Before I got my new bed I use to get out
    of my crib and get Billy in the middle of the night and we would play
    and watch TV. We would get snack food when mom was not around we had so
    much fun but sometime we would eat too much junk food and get Billy so
    sick. Now mom has control back she never put me in my crib only at
    night or nap time that way I HAD TO TAKE MY NAP WITH BILLY I HAD NO WAY
    OUT. Mom was the boss now I had to do things her way or no way.

    When I went to school the following week I was in the fifth grade
    wearing diapers it was okay since I never pooped in my diaper at
    school. Only because I always pooped sitting in my highchair at home
    eating my breakfast poop would just slip out without warning. Every day
    at lunchtime the nurse would help me change my wet diapers, no one ever
    found out I was wearing Pampers or Huggies all year long. At home poop
    would come out when I ate breakfast in my highchair. It was so
    automatic for me to be so relaxed that poop would slip out with me not
    evening knowing it until my deed was done. Mom, dad or Billy would then
    say baby has poopy as I sat in my highchair, how did they know? Mom
    would always bathe me before school then put a Huggies or Pamper diaper
    on me with a stuffer liner inside it. My thicker diaper caused my pants
    puff out but every one got use to my new look thinking I was getting a
    fat butt is all. The nurse would help me change my wet diaper during
    lunchtime. Mom had to give the school a good supply of my diapers and
    stuffers so I never ran out of diapers at school.

    At daycare mom just paid extra for my diaper usage without the
    stuffers. It cost the more than Billy’s did when he was in toddler
    class. I used so many diapers they were the bigger size diapers and
    more expensive too. Usually toddlers use three or four diapers a day at
    daycare but I use the 6 or more the same amount of diapers per day as a
    one-year-old. I needed 6 to 8 diapers without the stuffers I was on the
    changing table getting a diaper change every hour or so.

    One day I told mom I wanted to go to the big kid’s class to play with
    the boys and the big toys like Billy I did not want to be in the baby
    class. Mom told me if I want to go to the big boy class she would
    remove my diapers and let me go to class dressed like a big boy but I
    would have to pee in the potty or hold it till I got home. I said I
    still wanted to try.

    The next morning after breakfast mom removed my wet messy diaper bathed
    me and told me to put on my clothes so we could go to daycare. Billy
    and I walked into daycare I proudly walked into the little boy class
    with my brother I was so happy to be in this class. I giggled as Billy
    and I walk into what was called the Little Tikes classroom, I though I
    could be a big boy like Billy I know when I need to go most of the
    time.

    It was great here in the little boy class I had bigger swings that were
    not like chair that required someone to help me into and out of. They
    had taller slides everything was so fun I did not know were to start
    after I used the swings for five or ten minutes I climbed up the slide
    to go down it was so slick I went so fast it made my stomach flutter. I
    ran around and climbed to do it again but this time I stuck part way
    down and went slowly down to the bottom. Then I realized that I had wet
    my pants I was so excited I did not realize I need to go pee. I wet my
    self just like I always do then all the little boys were pointing at me
    saying look at baby Donny had an accident he needs new Pull-ups now. I
    started to cry as I was led to the corner of the room where my wet
    pants were removed and replaced with Pull-ups. I was the same size as
    the tallest boy in the class but now all my clothes are gone and I am
    wearing just Pull-ups now, I look like I belonged in the baby class
    now!

    I was told the next time I have an accident today I will have to go
    back to the baby class so I better use the potty not my pants. One half
    hour latter I need to pee again so I ran to the teacher and told her to
    take me to the potty that I was scared to go alone. We went to the
    potty she pulled helped me pull down my Pull-ups and sat me on the
    potty just in time because I started to pee as my bottom hit the potty
    seat, ten seconds latter I was finished so the teacher pulled up my
    Pull-up. The potty monster did not attack me maybe he has forgotten me
    now I can be a big boy again.

    I was so happy I can finally get back to my big boy status now tat that
    potty monster is gone. I ran to play on the swings and have fun until
    lunchtime. I ate lunch in my assigned highchair drinking from my own
    training cup. I could not wait for lunch to be over so I could go play
    again.

    As soon as my feet hit the floor I was on the swings again having fun
    until naptime came. Then all the little boys in my class were called to
    nap time. I wanted to stay swinging I did not want to nap I was a big
    boy now that the potty monster was going to leave me alone. The teacher
    came to me pull me off the swing and lead me to the napping room then
    she saw that my stars were gone from my Pull-up. She said Donny looks
    like you need to go back to the baby room until you can learn to hold
    your pee better.

    The baby room was next to the big boy room where I was returned to
    diapers in front of the big boys but I would soon be in the comfort of
    my little friends that don’t care even if I still need diapers. While
    was laying in my crib I felt the need to poop I could climb out but
    since we were not allowed out during our naps I had to let my poop go
    into my diaper followed by a small amount of pee.

    When naptime was over the teacher came into the room and said, “I smell
    poopy. Let’s all stand up for a diaper check.” All eight of us stood up
    holding our side rail waiting on her to check our diapers. She found
    the first five little ones clean and dry then found David had wet his
    diaper so she put him on the changing table and quickly changed him
    then Sam’s diaper was clean and dry then it was me and Jimmy he was the
    next oldest to me he was three. I wanted her to check him first so he
    would not see me get changed but she checked me first. She walked over
    to me and said I found the one with poopy it’s Donny he has poopy.
    Wearing only a Pamper she released the tapes holding my diaper on used
    a dozen wipes before my bottom was free of poopy. She powdered my
    bottom with a lot of powder and taped a clean dry Pamper on me saying
    baby is all clean and dry now. She checked Jimmy and he said he needed
    to poopy in the potty not his diaper like Baby Donny does.

    When mom came to pick my brother and I up that evening Billy told mom
    Donny had too many accidents and is back in the baby room. I told mom I
    did not want to go to the little boy room any more it is too hard to
    hold my pee. I told her the potty monster is gone but I can’t hold my
    pee very long the baby room is for me because there are no potties just
    diapers that is what I want to be in safe diaper. Diapers make me feel
    nice and safe without potty worries.

    Mom took me to the doctor where he ran many test on me even an MRI he
    found a small birth defect on my bladder that would cause my bladder to
    feel full all the time and release because of the false feel of being
    full. My pooping problem was caused by the same thing since my bladder
    was so underdeveloped so were the mussels that held poop back. Without
    more practice I would never learn to hold my bathroom needs he said it
    would be about three to four years of constant practice to learn to NOT
    pee and poop myself if I ever learned at all. He told mom to just keep
    me in diapers since I was so small for an eleven-year-old you can try
    to make him responsible for keeping him self clean and dry. But until
    he grows a little larger just treat him as if he were a big toddler and
    help him learn to handle it.

    Mom told me I would have to learn to change my own diapers since I
    still need them. I asked mom. What about my messy ones? Mom said. Yes
    even your stinky messy ones. I asked. What class at daycare I would be
    in then? Mom said. Whatever class I wanted to be in I could be in. I
    asked. Can I go to the big boy class? She said. Yes even the big boy
    class, but remember you will have to change your own diapers but only
    in the baby classroom. The baby room is the only place that you can
    change your diapers, only on the changing table. I was eleven-years-old
    it only took a few times for mom to show me how to change my own diaper
    I could change Billy diapers when he was still wearing them. It did not
    take long for me to lean to change my own but I hated the safety strap
    rule. I had to fasten the safety strap across my chest before I could
    start to change my diaper, but I got use to it.

    I decided to go with my little brother’s class because my old
    classmates were so mean to me now that they know I still use diapers
    like a little baby. My little brother’s little friends were so much fun
    to play with and they did not tease me as much my older friends. They
    would just make truthful comments like, “Looky, Donny has a wet diaper
    or stinky,” meaning I have pooped my diaper then the teachers would
    tell me to go to the baby room and change my diaper.

    So I would waddle off to the baby room get on the changing table with
    my diaper bag and change by diaper if it was just wet it took me ten
    minutes. The first time I messed in it, it took me about thirty minutes
    making a mess all over the changing table. Now if I was messy one of
    the baby room teachers would always run to help me clean my butt
    because my first mess I caused. They would always finish by not letting
    me put my own diaper on. But treating me like one of the babies by
    putting my diaper on like I was still just a baby sending me off to
    play with a slap on my diapered butt. I only had about two messy
    diapers a month at daycare but so many wet ones I would lose count.

    I was a big baby in the little boy room. The little boys made fun of me
    for the first couple of weeks but soon it was just one of those things
    that happened. Diapers on my butt were normal not having underpants in
    over two years I had forgotten what they felt like. Mom kept telling me
    to keep trying maybe if I can stretch by bladder I can be potty trained
    by the time I go to high school. Billy can help you too he can stay dry
    for hours the doctor said you can over come your problem if you want
    too.

    Now Billy is in charge of my potty training he says when I can wear
    Pull-ups and when I need diapers. He is four I am eleven but mom will
    punish me if I don’t follow the rules. Billy is almost as big as me and
    stronger too. Billy likes to treat me like his baby brother making me
    use all of the baby thing in the house. I guess I am just a baby if I
    can’t stay dry like him anyway, being a baby is better than being
    teased all the time.

`whitedog@columbus.rr.com`

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