    JUSTIN

    *WARNING* The beginning of this story (first two parts) may
    be disturbing to some readers.

    Chapter 1-Introduction

    	"Cough Cough COUGH!!!" I rolled over and clutched my
    stomach, and continued coughing. Every time I would take a
    breath, the cold air around me entered my body and made me
    shiver uncontrollably. I tried to get my meager blanket to
    cover my chest and arms and back. The wetness of my diaper
    is cold against my skin, and it burns from a horrible rash.
    Tears rolled down my face, and I can't control them. The
    pitch black of the night outside my window scares me, and I
    close my eyes.
    	My name is Justin McCarthy. I am 16 years old, with
    blond hair and blue eyes. I weigh about 120 lbs, and I am 5
    foot 5. I never grew to my potential due to malnutrition. I
    was thin and lanky. My blond hair was cut oddly, and my skin
    was often covered in bruises and scabs. I lived with my
    parents in a small house in Dedham, Massachusetts.
    	My room is pitiful. A small room with plain brown
    walls, a book shelf, my large crib and a changing table. Not
    very fitting for a 16 year boy. A cracked window allows the
    weather to be felt on my light, soft skin. I roll over and
    feel that I have messed my self, and then the tears come
    more powerfully.
    	I have always been in diapers. My parents never potty
    trained me. I don't think that they were ready for the
    responsibilities of parenthood. My mother, Ellie, was 14
    when she had me, and my dad, Charlie, was 17. With strict
    Catholic families, they were forced to marry and unable to
    divorce. I don't really remember that much about my
    childhood, but my treatment got worse and worse as the years
    went by. My parents were cut off entirely from their
    families. Except for my mother's older sister Karen, and her
    husband Bill and daughter Jillian. They were the only
    relatives that we ever saw. They visited occasionally, and
    my mother and aunt would fight about the way I was being
    treated and how is was disgusting. Aunt Karen once
    threatened to call the police. One time, Aunt Karen said to
    me Someday I could live with her and she would take care of
    me. Then I would cry, and be taken from the room by my
    mother, humiliated by my behavior, and locked into my crib
    in the dark. I hated the dark, my parents knew that and
    therefore there we no lights ever to be turned on in my
    room.
    	At School, it was almost as bad as at home. My parents
    did not do much as for supplying me with clothes. I really
    only had a few pairs of tattered sweatpants and jeans, and
    some thin shirts. the pants allowed for constant views of my
    diapers, which was most humiliating. I had no friends at
    all. I got beat up, tortured, harassed. The school nurse
    would scowl at me when I came to her office for a change.
    Eventually, tired of her disapproving stares, I stopped
    going to her, and often would remain in my messy diapers all
    school day.
    	But nothing was as bad as my home life. My father would
    physically beat me for wetting my self, or making a mess, or
    doing any thing in his presence. Sometimes he would pour ice
    water into my diapers, just for his own amusement We never
    really talked, and I tried to stay out of his way. I think
    that my mother was afraid of him too, he was a big guy,
    about 6'1 with a growing pot belly. He worked construction.
    My mother would only change me 2 or 3 times a day, leaving
    me in soiled, leaky diapers for hours at a time. She told me
    absolute how I was a mistake, how she despised me, how I was
    a waste of life. She never took me to the doctor, so
    therefore I was always sick, and always wet. I can't
    remember a day when I didn't have diaper rash. Mom had a
    slim frame, and wild blond hair, she was a waitress. My dad
    hit me and smacked me around when he was drunk, or tired of
    arguing with my mother.

    Chapter 2- Last Days

    	I woke up feeling like vomiting. A terrible smell
    permeated from me. Between my legs was a whole day's worth
    of pee and poop. It was cold and was leaking out of the
    sides if I moved around too much. I put my head down onto
    the bare mattress and closed my eyes, thinking about how I
    wished I could be anywhere but here. Suddenly, my door burst
    open, shocking me back into reality. It was my mother.
    Wordlessly she unlocked my crib and let down the bar. "Get
    up there," she said, motioning towards the changing table. I
    got up out of my crib and stretched, I had been in my crib
    for 2 days straight. "NOW!" she said, and I hurried on to
    the table. "Jesus Christ, this is so disgusting, when are
    you ever going to grow up, you stupid baby?!" my mother
    exclaimed upon opening the tapes of my diaper. I stayed
    silent, not wanting to provoke her. She did a sloppy job as
    usual cleaning me up, and put me into a new diaper. "And
    don't even think of coming to me if you shit yourself again,
    I'll change you when I feel like it." And that was it.
    	She left the room. I sat there for a moment and looked
    out the window. The sky was gray and the wind was picking
    up. I grabbed a long sleeve t shirt and put it on. Pants
    were not allowed. It was Saturday and I was grateful. No
    school.
    	I left my room and snuck into the bathroom down the
    hall. I was often "encouraged" to use the toilet, so if my
    parents saw me doing so, they were pleased, they didn't like
    keeping me in diapers, but I was never able to be potty
    trained. No doctor could explain it. The babyish treatment
    was to keep me in line and to try to force me out of
    diapers, while in reality it just kept me in them. In the
    bathroom I removed my diaper and wiped myself clean with a
    towel and clean water. I had the worst diaper rash you could
    ever imagine. seeing it brought tears to my eyes. but I
    fought them back. I taped myself up and left for the living
    room. I lay on the couch and watched TV for a bit.
    	My throat burned and I desperately wanted something to
    drink. I didn't learn how to drink out of cups, just baby
    bottles, bottle necked dinks and straws. I grabbed the milk
    from the fridge, and opened a cabinet to get out a bottle.
    In the process I knocked a glass of the shelf, and it
    shattered on the floor.
    	Panic struck. My mother would be furious, surely she
    would tell my dad and he would whack the hell out of me.
    "What the hell...?" I saw my mother standing before me in
    the doorway. "What the hell did you just break?" I looked at
    the glass on the floor. She looked, too, her face was slowly
    growing red. "Oh you are so going to get it when your father
    gets home..." She grabbed my arm and dragged me into my
    room. "Get in your crib NOW!" I got in and she locked the
    gate and put the top hatch over and locked that, too. Tears
    started to flow down my cheeks. "Oh, the poor wittle baby is
    crying. Well, you can just sit here and think about what you
    did," she said coldly. "Mom please, I'm sorry, it was an
    accident, I'll clean it up I promise! Please..." I begged
    "SHUT UP! I don't want to hear it, stay here and I'll send
    daddy in to take care of you as soon as he gets home." She
    laughed and left me alone. I cried harder now. I was so
    scared. My father was surely going to spank me, and with
    this rash, it would surely be excruciating. Then I started
    to pray, I prayed that someone would take me away from here.
    Then I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
    	I woke up to hear my dad coming in the front door. My
    mother greeted him and I heard her talking, but I was unable
    to understand what she was saying. My father replied "What?!
    Oh, this is it!" I heard his foot steps headed towards me, I
    was so scared that I hopelessly wet myself. The door burst
    open and my father stood there, red in the face and fuming.
    "What makes you think that you can just go breaking anything
    you want to, huh? You think your so tough?! We'll see who is
    tough!" He unlocked my crib and lifted me out. He carried me
    to a nearby chair and ripped off my diaper. "PLEASE NO DON'T
    DO IT I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!" I screamed. but to no avail.
    WHACK WHACK WHACK! I screamed and cried some more "This will
    teach you, you little brat!" He yelled. After about 5
    minutes of continuous spanking, my father stopped. He stood
    me up and punched me in the face. He wrestled me to the
    ground and hit me some more all over my body. He turned me
    over onto my stomach, grabbed me by my hair and slammed my
    head onto the floor. I felt the blood trickle down from my
    forehead and out of my mouth. He grabbed my by the back of
    the neck and dragged me to my crib and tossed me like a rag
    doll into it. He laughed and left the room. I was totally
    naked. I cried and cried and cried. But no one came to
    comfort me. slowly, I felt my mind slipping, and I passed
    out.

    Chapter 3-Rescue

    	I woke up that night, I was lying in a puddle of my own
    urine, blood and poop. I couldn't move, my body ached and my
    face hurt terribly. My forehead burned with a raging fever.
    I lay there for a few moments, silently. Until I saw lights
    pulling into our driveway, I heard several voices, and a
    knock at the door. My mother answered it. I could barely
    make out the conversation. "Hello?" "Hello Ma'am, I'm
    detective Smith, and this is Ms. Sullivan, a social worker,"
    Said a man's voice. "Your neighbors called us today about
    hearing screaming, like someone was being murdered, would
    you know anything about that, ma'am?" the officer asked my
    mother. "No I can't say that I have..."mom replied. "WHO is
    at the Door Ell?!" my dad bellowed. "Cops," she said back.
    "Ma'am do you have any children?" asked the social worker.
    "Yeah, uh, I have a son." she replied. "Ma'am, could we
    please just speak with your son for a moment?" "Um, he's
    asleep, come back another time." "I must insist, ma'am."
    "Um, uh, ok, fine, hold on one second."
    	My mother came into my room and closed the door, she
    came over to me and told me not to say a word or I was dead.
    The officer opened the door, to my mother's surprise and
    turned on his flashlight. "JESUS CHRIST!" He screamed, the
    look of horror on his face was unforgettable, the social
    worker followed him immediately, and was shocked by my state
    of living. "Ma'am.." The young officer's voice was shaky, "I
    think he will be coming with us now." "You can't do that!"
    my mother yelled, my father was now in the door way "What
    the fuck is going on? He is not going ANYWHERE!" "I'm afraid
    he is sir" said the social worker. The officer called for
    back up, and escorted my parents out of the room. the social
    worker turned on the overhead light and looked at me. "You
    poor dear, no one is going to hurt you anymore..." She sort
    of trailed off. Another officer came into my room. "Help me
    get him into the bathroom..." She said "Bring me a diaper
    from that shelf, I think he may be needing it." The officer
    wrapped me in a blanket and carried me into the bathroom. I
    heard my parents yelling, and the officer reading them their
    rights.
    	In the bathroom, the social worker cleaned me off and
    put me into a clean diaper. She cleaned the dried blood from
    off of my face and looked at me. "You're going to be ok,
    honey, we're going to take good care of you...." I couldn't
    hear what came after that because I passed out again.
    	"Justin?" I heard my name coming from somewhere.
    "Justin? Wake up honey, just open your eyes..." I slowly
    opened my eyes. my vision was blurry, but it cleared up
    quickly. I saw a young woman staring down at me. She smiled
    and pushed my hair off of my forehead. "Hey there, cutie
    pie, how are you feeling?" she asked. I tried to speak but
    no words came out, just babble. I couldn't even talk. Inside
    my head I was panicking, screaming for help and answers. I
    looked around frantically, I was in a brightly colored
    hospital room. It was daytime, and there was a nurse in the
    corner, holding a diaper and changing supplies. I started to
    get up. I could feel that I had a tube going into my nose,
    connected to an oxygen outlet in the wall. "It's ok, it's
    ok, don't worry, just relax, honey, Justin...Justin, tell me
    what you want." She said, holding me down to the bed by my
    arms. I struggled and tried to scream, now it was coming
    out, I screamed and screamed, panicking. The more I
    screamed, the worse the pain in my throat got, it burned. My
    butt hurt badly, and I felt really, really wet. I started to
    cry and began kicking. "Hanna, strap his legs down, he's
    panicking!" I was restrained to the bed with straps.
    "Shhhhh, shhhhh..." said the first nurse, touching my
    forehead and leaning in close. "You're ok, we're just going
    to change your diaper, ok? Can we do that for you?" She
    asked softly. I nodded my head and continued crying. I was
    so confused, I tried to ask them what happened, but nothing
    came out, just babble and crying sounds. "Poor kid," said
    Hanna, "He's so scared, I don't think he can talk." "I know,
    I can't believe that there are people out there that would
    do this to their own child." The first nurse lifted up my
    hospital gown, revealing a plain white diaper, much like the
    ones I wore at home. It had a bright yellow strip on the
    front, indicating that I was wet. "Justin, stay still, we
    are just going to change you, ok?" Hanna said to me. I
    nodded. I was embarrassed to be changed by these two young
    women, both very pretty. They untaped me and pulled the wet
    diaper out from under me. The first nurse wiped me off
    carefully, and applied some cream to my rash, which
    immediately soothed the burning and itching. She powdered
    heavily me and slipped a fresh diaper under me, and taped me
    up. Being in a fresh, clean, powdered diaper was one of the
    best feelings I had had in a long time. "There, all better
    sweetie, is there anything I can get for you?" She asked.
    "Wa...Wat....Wa..Er" I managed to get out. "Water?" I nodded
    furiously. Hanna gave the first nurse a cup of water with a
    straw. I just looked at it, I didn't know how to drink from
    a straw all of a sudden. I started to cry again. "What's
    wrong?" Hanna asked the first nurse. "Ba...Ba...I nee Ba..."
    I struggled to say, meaning that I needed a bottle. "I think
    he wants a bottle..." Hanna said to the first nurse. "I'll
    go get one from the kitchen, just stay here and talk to him
    ok?" Hanna got up and left.
    	"Justin, my name is Tammy. You are in the hospital, you
    were brought here from your home last night, you've been
    unconscious for quite sometime, but you are safe now with
    us, and we are going to take good care you, do you
    understand me?" Tammy asked sweetly, holding my hand. I
    nodded and turned away from her as more tears fell down my
    cheek. I felt like my chest was going to explode. Hanna
    returned with a baby bottle filled with water. She handed it
    to Tammy and she put the nipple to my lips. I drank
    furiously, the cool water soothing my burning throat. I
    finished most of it. "There, all better, do you need
    anything else?" Asked Tammy. "I...I...I...sca...wd" I tried
    to tell her I was scared and confused, but only babyish
    babble came out. "It's ok, you are safe now, we'll be back
    in a little bit to check on you ok honey, just push this
    button if you need us, ok?" Tammy said. I nodded at her and
    the two of them left.
    	I was alone in my room. I continued to cry. Although I
    was out of my prison, I felt like I was in a mental house
    now. What was going to happed to me? Where were my parents?
    Where would I go from here? The more I thought about it the
    harder I cried, until I was practically wailing. No words
    came out, just more and more babble. I started to cough.
    Tammy came back into the room. "Justin, what's wrong? What
    do you need?" She asked. "I...stuck" I said, trying to tell
    her to let me out of the restraints. "You want me to take
    the restraints off?" she asked. I nodded. She unstrapped me
    and I stretched a bit. Then, a doctor came in. He was an
    older man, and was carrying a folder. He had white hair and
    glasses, he looked friendly enough. "Hey Justin, I'm Dr.
    Marx, How are we doing today?" I just kind of looked at him.
    "He doesn't seem to be able to talk Dr. Marx." Tammy said
    softly to him. "Hmmmm," the doctor said and wrote something
    down in his folder. He listened to my heart, and breathing,
    and checked my bandages. "You're doing better then you were
    last night, son," he said to me, then turned to Tammy. "How
    is the infection?" "It's pretty bad, it seems to be hurting
    him a lot, and there is still some bleeding, but we check
    him every 10 minutes to make sure it stays dry." "What about
    his temp?" "100.1, going down." "Good, Good, well, give him
    a lot of fluids, and if he wants to eat, no solids, his
    throat is almost swollen shut from strep. Jell-O or ice
    cream, you know? Put him on the oxygen mask if he needs it,
    and keep an eye on that concussion, I'll be back in a few
    hours to check on him. Ok Justin? Tammy will take good care
    of you." He said turning to me smiling, and writing more
    things into his notebook. I nodded. He left and Tammy
    followed him.
    	"Hey!" I heard a soft voice next to me. "Wha?" I said
    back. The curtain to my right opened and there stood a young
    boy, maybe a little younger then me. I sat up and hid my
    exposed diaper under my hospital gown. "Are you ok? You sure
    do have a loud voice, you scream a lot, I'm George, I'm 13,
    I got hit by a car 3 days ago, why are you here? Is it true
    you can't talk? Why are you wearing a diaper?" He talked so
    fast and jumbled I could barely make out each question. I
    was still crying. "Don't cry, boys don't cry. Why are you
    here?" I tried to tell him, but no words came out, only more
    gibberish. "You can't talk, can you? " I shook my head no.
    "I'm sorry that you are hurt, hey hold on a second." He
    grabbed his crutches and walked over to the far wall, and
    grabbed a laminated piece of paper. He showed it to me. It
    had pictures on it. There were happy and sad faces, scared
    faces. Pictures of toilets and food and drinks, nurses and a
    family. "What are you feeling?" he asked me. I pointed to
    the scared face. And then the pain face. "I'm sorry, do you
    want me to get Tammy or Hanna...?" Hanna walked in just at
    that moment. "George, get back in bed, you aren't supposed
    to be walking around. Have you met Justin?" She said,
    lifting him back onto his bed and tucking him in. "Yeah, we
    just met, here, use the chart, he can read!" George said,
    feeling accomplished that he had found a way to communicate
    with me.
    	Every 10 minutes Tammy or Hanna came into the room to
    check my diaper. The doctor had given strict orders that my
    infection was to stay dry. The hospital was a strange place.
    There was a TV on the wall across from me, and I tried to
    watch it, but I wasn't in the mood. I tried to sleep, but I
    kept being woken up. It was frustrating and scary. George
    had visitors all day. His family and friends. It made me
    feel awful when I could hear them all laughing and talking
    about how George was coming home that day.
    	The slim social worker from my house walked into my
    room and smiled at me. "Hello Justin, how are you feeling
    this afternoon?" She asked pulling up a chair next to me. I
    tried to say "ok", but it came out as "A kay." "Justin, can
    you talk?" I shook my head no and started to cry again.
    "It's alright dear, have you always been unable to speak?" I
    shook my head no again. "Why can't you talk now, Justin, is
    it because your throat hurts?" I shook my head no again, I
    grabbed the laminated card and pointed to the scared face,
    and then I pointed to the sentence "I don't know.". "You are
    scared and you don't know why you can't talk? Is that right,
    Justin?" I nodded. "Justin, do you know what has happened to
    you? Do you want me to tell you?" I nodded again hesitantly.
    "Ok, we received a few calls last night from some of your
    neighbors, saying that they heard screaming coming from your
    house, and that they had heard screaming and the sounds of
    struggling before. We came to your house and brought you
    here last night, you were unconscious for a very long time,
    but you are going to be ok, we are giving you lots of
    medicine and will take good care of you. Do you have any
    family besides your parents?" I nodded and reached for her
    pen and pad of paper. She gave it to me and I wrote down
    "Aunt Karen and Uncle Bill, they live in New Hampshire, I
    think the phone number is 603 555 7723." I had memorized it
    just in case I ever needed her help. "Ok, we are going to
    give them a call. Is there anything else you want to tell
    me?" She asked, handing me back the pad of paper. I wrote,
    "I want to be with my aunt and uncle, please don't send me
    home, I am so scared." She read my message and smiled. "You
    are staying right here, now get some rest." she said. She
    got up and left the room. I could feel an unpleasant
    rumbling in my stomach, and all of a sudden I messed my
    diaper. It was wet and soupy, almost like a liquid. I
    started to cry harder because it burned my rash. I pushed
    the nurse's call button. Hanna came in. "Justin, what's
    wrong?" I pointed to the toilet on the card. "Do you need a
    changing?" I nodded. Hanna put down the guard rails on
    either side of me and helped me up, I could barely walk. She
    helped me into the bathroom and told me to lie down on the
    floor on a plastic pad that was already there. She took down
    a thick white diaper from the shelf above me and some
    supplies. She put on a pair of gloves and untaped me. It was
    pretty disgusting, and humiliating. But Hanna just smiled
    and talked softly to me, she told me that it was ok and that
    this was nothing to be ashamed about. She wiped me off and
    applied more lotion to my backside. She powdered me again
    and taped up the new diaper. This one was a lot thicker then
    the previous one. It made it difficult for me to walk. Hanna
    helped me back into bed, and gave me my bottle with some
    water in it. I drank slowly. "There, all better. When you
    are done, why don't you get some sleep ok, Justin?" I nodded
    an finished my bottle. She took it and left the room. I
    rolled over facing the curtain/wall, and drifted into a deep
    sleep.

    Chapter 4- Visitors

    	I woke up startled to the feeling of someone touching
    me. It was a strange nurse changing my wet diaper.
    "Hi Justin, sorry to wake you. I'm Miranda. I'm the Head PM
    Nurse for this ward." said the kindly woman. She looked to
    be about 40 years old, with frizzy red hair. She directed me
    to roll over onto my stomach. "Justin I'm going to put some
    water-proof bandages on your backside ok? I don't want you
    to get an even worse infection." She put the soothing cream
    all over my butt and genitals, and placed some large
    bandages onto my swollen butt. "Roll over again please." She
    slipped a thick diaper underneath me and powdered me
    heavily. She pulled the front up tight to my crotch, and
    taped me up. "There we go, all nice and clean. Can I get you
    anything? I shook my head no. "Alright then, go back to
    sleep." I looked out my window, it was night time, and my
    room was lit by a small over head light over George's bed.
    "He...hey Ge..orge? I called over to my roommate, but I
    heard nothing. I pulled the curtain back, and saw that
    George was gone. My heart sank. I was all alone now. I was
    never going to get out of here I thought to myself. Slowly
    my eyelids got heavy again, and I fell back asleep.
    	"Mr. and Mrs. Sands?" said Dr. Marx to a couple sitting
    in the waiting room of the children's ward. "Yes, that's us"
    The couple stood up and followed the doctor down the hall.
    They stopped in front of a half opened door. "Mr. and Mrs.
    Sands, I'm Dr. Marx, Justin's doctor. Justin was brought to
    us 2 days ago with some pretty serious injuries, He has a
    serious concussion, and several bruises and cuts all over
    his body. He has strep throat and a high fever. But he's
    doing much better now, also, he doesn't seem to be able to
    talk that well, the whole experience seems to have shocked
    his system pretty bad, but I think that seeing his family
    will help. please come with me, the nurses are just
    finishing changing him right now."
    	"Justin!" Aunt Karen said upon seeing me. She ran over
    to my bed and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. I
    hugged her back and began to cry happy tears. Uncle Bill
    came over and hugged me as well. Aunt Karen smothered me
    with big kisses and affection. "Justin sweetheart, how are
    you feeling?" Karen asked. "Goo..d" I said struggling to
    talk. The nurses and doctor left the room.
    "Justin, I'm sorry we couldn't have gotten here sooner, but
    we only found out about what happened yesterday...." Knock
    Knock Knock! It was the social worker, Ms. Sullivan. "Oh,
    hello, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Sands, I'm Ms. Sullivan, we
    spoke on the phone. I was hoping that we could all just talk
    about the arrangements for Justin," she said. Arrangements?
    I thought, what's going on? They all pulled up chairs around
    my bed and started talking to me. "Justin," said Karen,
    "Your parents are in jail right now, and will be there for
    only a few more days until they post bail. After that, if
    they want custody of you, they will have to go through 90
    days of classes and therapy. There is no guarantee that you
    will go back to live with them, but until the first court
    hearing, which will be in about 2 weeks, you are going to
    stay with me and Uncle Bill at our house, and if the judge
    thinks that your parents will benefit from the classes, they
    have 90 days to finish the course, after that, we aren't
    sure what is going to happen, but everything is going to be
    ok, and you are safe." I felt worried and confused by all
    this. I was thrilled to be staying with my aunt and uncle,
    but scared about what was going to happen to me in three
    months. Ms. Sullivan continued after Karen. "Justin, you
    will be leaving in about a day, we just need to make sure
    that you are well enough for homecare ok?" I nodded and
    smiled. "I..am..weally..gwad dat I can stay wit you auntie,"
    I stuttered. I immediately clasped my hand to my mouth,
    humiliated that I just spoke like a little baby. "I'm glad
    that you're staying with us too Justin." said Uncle Bill,
    patting me on the back. "Justin, are you able to talk now?"
    Asked Ms. Sullivan. "Yeah, I tink so, a wittle," I said. I
    couldn't help but talk like this, my brain felt scrambled
    and mixed up. Aunt Karen and Uncle Bill stayed with me all
    day, they told me about what was going on at there house,
    how Jillian was, and other news of my cousins that I hardly
    ever saw. Tammy and Hanna showed them how to change my
    diapers, and treat my rash. Uncle Bill had a hard time
    grasping the whole changing a 16 year old's diaper concept,
    but Aunt Karen, who had changed me before, knew what to do.
    She was so gentle, and used lots and lots of powder and
    cream. The day crept by, with tests and more visits from Dr.
    Marx. I spent my last night in the hospital, and was all
    ready to go in the morning.

    Chapter 5- A New Home

    	All the nurses hugged me goodbye. Tammy and Hanna
    pulled me aside. "I hope all goes well for you Justin, you
    can always come to visit us. Said Tammy. "Yes Justin, be
    good and take care." Said Hanna. They hugged me and gave me
    kisses on my cheek. I blushed a bright red. I was still
    having trouble walking, so I was put into a wheelchair and
    brought downstairs by Aunt Karen. "It's a long drive from
    here to our house you know, about 4 hours. So just let me
    know as soon as you need a changing, ok?" said aunt Karen as
    we walked out into the sunlight of a bright May day. It was
    cool out, and I was wearing some plaid pajama pants and a
    long-sleeved white shirt. Aunt Karen had bought them for me.
    Uncle Bill was waiting for us in the drive way, sitting in a
    big, black Mercedes. Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen were quite
    well off. Uncle Bill was a lawyer with a successful firm in
    Manchester New Hampshire. Aunt Karen was a Nurse at County
    Hospital in Manchester. They lived about an hour away from
    work in a small town called Tuftonboro. Aunt Karen had told
    me all about it yesterday. It was a summer vacation place
    for many people, and there were a lot of kids for me to meet
    and go to school with. Aunt Karen helped me into the car,
    checked my diaper quickly, and we were on our way. I was
    pretty tired, so I quickly fell asleep.
    	"This is going to be tough Karen..." I heard Uncle Bill
    say to Aunt Karen. I kept my eyes closed and just listened.
    ..."I mean, it's like we are taking care of baby again. We
    both work full time, and I know that you have taken time
    off, but that's only a few weeks, what are we going to do
    when you have to go back to work?" "I talked to a friend of
    mine, she has a son Justin's age, she said he can spend the
    days' there, and I think that we just need to get Justin
    settled, and we'll see what happens next." "And what about
    the diapers? I just don't know if I can get used to it."
    "I'll take care of that for the first few days, but you are
    going to have to help me out. And remember, any thing Justin
    wants, he gets, well, to an extent, but we want him to be as
    comfortable as possible. Speaking of which..."Aunt Karen
    reached back into the backseat where I was "sleeping" and
    slipped her hand into the front of my diaper, to check if I
    was wet. I was, and she asked Uncle Bill to stop at the
    nearest gas station. With the bandages, I was a bit more
    comfortable, but I did want to be changed. A clean fresh
    diaper was much, much better then a wet, cold one. We pulled
    over and Aunt Karen woke me up. "Hey there honey, come with
    me so I can change you, ok?" "Ok" I got up out of the car
    and slowly made my way into the gas station store. My aunt
    asked for the key, and we walked around out back to the
    bathrooms. I was instructed to lay down on a mat on the
    floor that she has set out. I lay down and she pulled off my
    pj bottoms. She un taped me and pulled the old diaper out
    from under me, she checked my bandages and changed them too,
    she powdered me and slipped a new diaper under me, pulled it
    up tight, and taped me up. "There, all nice and clean, would
    you like anything to eat or drink?" she asked me. "Yes,
    please." I replied, my ability to speak was coming back
    quickly. We walked into the store and I picked out a bottle
    of orange juice. We paid for our items, and got back into
    the car. I just sort of looked at the juice, not really sure
    how to drink it. I had stayed on the bottle all through my
    hospital stay. "What's wrong Justin, can you get the cap
    off?" Ask my aunt. "I can't drink out of this, I um,
    I...need..a..." I stuttered. "A bottle?" Asked Aunt Karen
    gently. "Yeah," I said quietly. "Here, pass it up front to
    me dear." Aunt Karen took the juice and poured it into a
    bottle that she took out of my diaper bag. She gave it back
    to me. Uncle Bill looked over at her, and she smiled at him.
    Then she smiled at me. I drank a little at a time, and
    realized that I was really, really tired, so I closed my
    eyes and drifted off to sleep, with my bottle still in my
    mouth. The rest of the trip we made several stops for diaper
    changes and snacks. I slept most of the way, still a bit
    tired from the fight with my dad.
    	We drove for 2 more hours. I slept the whole way. I had
    some pretty strange dreams, strange but pleasurable. I woke
    up lying in a big white crib. my walls were light beige and
    there was a changing table across from me. The room smelled
    like baby powder. A mobile turned above me, playing a soft
    lullaby. I could feel that my big, thick, warm diaper was
    wet, and I started to cry, clutching a teddy bear. I noticed
    I was wearing a light blue fuzzy sleeper. Aunt Karen came in
    and looked down at me and smiled. "Hello there little baby,
    why are you crying?" I kept crying. She picked me up and
    carried me over to the changing table, and ever so carefully
    unzipped my sleeper, and untaped my wet diaper. She changed
    me, and I could feel an overwhelming sense of safety and
    comfort warming over my body. Then she taped me back up and
    picked me up. She held me and whispered in my ear "You'll
    always be my little baby Justin....Justin...Justin?" I was
    startled by my uncle shaking my shoulder. "Wake up sleepy
    head, we're home." He said smiling. I sat up and yawned,
    then I got out of the car. I looked up to a large cabin. It
    was brown with blue shutters. In the drive way, was a beige-
    gold BMW SUV. There were many pretty wildflowers growing
    around the perimeter, and a brick walkway led to the front
    door. I looked around, and saw no other houses near by. just
    a narrow paved road going in each direction with thick
    forest around it. It was beautiful. I hoped to God that this
    would be my new home. I picked up my bottle, which was still
    lying on the seat, and made my way slowly into the house.
    Aunt Karen opened the door.
    	The inside was just as nice as the outside. It was warm
    and cozy. In front of me was the kitchen and dining room, to
    my right, family room. To the left, and stairway that led to
    a loft upstairs. I smiled. "Here, let me show you your room
    alright dear?" Aunt Karen said motioning me towards the
    stairs. At the top, there were two doors, Aunt Karen opened
    the door to the left. Uncle Bill was behind, carrying my
    bag. The room was large with a big bed in the middle, across
    from the bed was a dresser with a TV and DVD player. Two
    other dressers, a closet, and in the corner was a small baby
    crib. I looked at it, and looked at Aunt Karen. "We'll be
    getting that out of here soon, I just have to find a place
    for it, we may sell it. The room next door is Jillian's,
    she's coming home from college this weekend to see you."
    That's when I realized I didn't know what day it was. "What
    day is it today?" "It's Wednesday." Said uncle Bill, putting
    my small bag down at the end of my bed. "I'm going to take
    you clothes shopping when you get better, but Jillian wrote
    me about what to buy for you for now to wear until your
    strength gets back up." Aunt Karen said squeezing my
    shoulders. I looked at the bed. I had not slept in a real
    bed all my life. Except for my hospital stay. I felt a bit
    apprehensive, and for a moment, I missed my old crib. My
    dream made me think about what it would be like to be a
    little baby, all warm and happy. As I was looking around, I
    could feel Aunt Karen slipping her hand down the back of my
    diaper, which was wet, and told me she would just get the
    supplies out of the car, and change me. "Wait here, honey,"
    she said, and the two of them walked downstairs. I sat down
    on the bed. I just sort of stared at the crib for a while.
    It was smaller then the one at my old house, but I may be
    able to fit in it. I decided to try later, as I heard aunt
    Karen coming upstairs. She lay out the changing pad, and
    told me to lay on it. She pulled down my pj pants, and
    proceeded to clean me up. "Your rash is doing much better,
    but just remember that when ever you need to be changed,
    tell me, I don't want it getting worse ok?" She smiled and
    powdered me a bit. When I was all taped up, she said "Why
    don't you take a nap, you must be exhausted, I'll wake you
    up for dinner ok? Is there anything you need?" She asked
    hugging me. "Could I have some ice water?" I asked shyly.
    "Of course, I'll bring it up for you." She tucked me into
    the soft, warm covers, and kissed me on my forehead. "I'm so
    happy that you are here with us Justin, if there is anything
    you ever need, you tell us, we're gonna take good care of
    you, baby." She turned off the lights and closed the door.
    only the light from the dark gray sky entered the room. She
    called me 'baby'. I thought about that for a while. She came
    back with my bottle after about 5 minutes, and she kissed me
    again. I sucked for a little while, looking at the ceiling.
    Sleep was closing in, and I eventually gave in.

    Chapter 6- A new way of life?

    	THUD! I woke up on the floor. My left side hurt
    terribly, as I realized what had happened. I had fallen out
    of bed. "Uuugghhh," I said. I picked myself up and flopped
    back down onto the soft bed. my whole left side pretty bad,
    and my head was pounding. tears started to well in the
    corner of my eyes, but I wiped them away. "Justin? Are you
    alright?" Called my Uncle from down stairs. "Yeah, I'm
    fine." I called back, and got back under the covers.
    	THUD! I had fallen out of bed again. This time, I
    landed on my butt, which hurt pretty bad considering my
    injuries. I crawled back into bed, and tried to go back to
    sleep.
    	THUD!! Now this wasn't funny anymore. My whole body was
    throbbing with pain. I had landed on my butt again, and I
    realized that I had messed my diaper. The poop was all
    squished against me, and rather uncomfortable. My head hurt
    so bad I couldn't see straight. It was now that I started to
    cry. I heard someone coming up the stairs, I tried to calm
    down, and stop crying, but before I knew it, Uncle Bill was
    at the door. He saw me, on the floor, crying, and gave me a
    very concerned look. He walked over to me and picked me up
    and sat me on the bed. He sat next to me and put his arm
    around me. "What's going on Justin? Are you alright, did you
    fall out of bed?" He asked. "Uh huh.." I whimpered back. "My
    head hurts." I said, between sobs. "Well, why don't you come
    downstairs, it's almost dinner time anyway." "Wait, I need
    to be changed," I said, sobbing. "Oh, ok, um hold on a
    second." Uncle Bill said nervously. "He took a diaper out of
    a bag marked "Attends" and took my powder and wipes and
    placed them on the bed. He pulled down my pants and untaped
    me. I felt pretty embarrassed, because here was my uncle,
    changing my soiled diaper. He seemed to be having some
    trouble. But he managed to wipe me off, and powder me. He
    put a new diaper on me, but it was a bit loose, so I
    tightened it my self. He took the dirty diaper and threw it
    into a plastic bag, and then into a metal garbage can. I
    pulled my pants on and I stood up with him, but my legs had
    turned to Jell-O. "Here," he said, I'll help you." He picked
    me up and told me to hold on to his neck, which I did. Then
    he carried me down stairs. "Justin, are you alright?" Aunt
    Karen Asked me. "Yeah, I just fell out of bed." I sniffled.
    Uncle Bill sat me down in a chair, and brought over my
    painkillers. He set out one next to my bottle of apple juice
    on the table. I took a few sips, and swallowed the pill. We
    ate a large dinner of steak and potatoes. It was the most
    delicious food I ever had tasted. I savored every bite, and
    had 4 helpings of everything. We laughed and talked and
    joked around the dinner table, something my family never did
    before. I truly felt happy at that moment. At that time, it
    was about 7:30 pm. "Justin, you can watch TV down here for a
    little while if you like, but I want you to go to bed soon,
    you need rest." said Aunt Karen. I helped her clear the
    table, and I sat down in front of the big screen TV with
    Uncle Bill. We watched a Movie for a little while, but the
    pain killer I was on was making me drowsy, and somewhat out
    of it. I started fall asleep, and was told to go to bed.
    Aunt Karen checked me diaper, which was dry, kissed me
    goodnight, and sent me up stairs with a bottle of water.
    Groggily, I made my way upstairs, entered my room, lay down
    and fell right asleep. THUD!!! I had fallen out of bed
    again. I was still groggy when I woke up. I was pretty tired
    of this, and then I saw the crib. I wondered, what if I
    slept in it? I figured it couldn't hurt. I'd just let my
    self out in the morning. I walked over and hopped in. It was
    too small for me, so I had to curl up, but this is how I
    normally slept. It was soft and comfy, and instantly I fell
    asleep.
    	"Justin? Justin?" I woke up slowly, I was facing the
    wall. I turned over, and say my aunt Karen staring down at
    me, but instead of looking happy, she looked confused.
    "Justin dear, what are you doing in the crib?" she asked me,
    arms crossed. I shot up, realizing what kind of situation I
    was in. I started to cry. I was so humiliated. "Justin, it's
    alright, don't worry about it, But why did you want to sleep
    in the crib?" she asked me, letting the bar down and helping
    me out. "Because..(sob) I kept (sniff) falling out of bed
    and it hurt ( sob) and...." Then I paused, and looked at
    her. "And..." she asked back. "I, um, (sniff) I missed
    sleeping in my crib, I had this dream and..." I started to
    tell her about my dream but she interrupted me. "You want to
    sleep in a crib Justin?" I just sort of stood there for a
    moment. If I said No, she'd probably forget about it, and
    take the crib out of my room. But if I said yes, maybe I'd
    get to be like the little baby I was in my dream, all happy
    and warm. I thought for a moment, and started to cry harder.
    "Honey," she said, sitting me down on the bed." Tell me,
    what do you want?" "I want to sleep in a crib, I want to be
    a baby." I said quietly. Aunt Karen just sort of stared at
    me. Her expression was one of those expressions that you
    can't really pin point an emotion to. But then it changed to
    a smile. "Justin, I thought that that was how you were
    treated with your parents?" She said back. "Yeah but, they
    were mean, I had this dream, where I was a baby in a crib,
    in a nursery, with a sleeper, and you were there and you
    took care of me, and it made me feel really happy." I said
    back. "Justin, if that is what will make you happy, let me
    talk to your uncle about it, and we'll see what happens.

    To be continued.

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