Back To Being A BabyI'm 14 years old and for all of my life I've had urinary and fecal incontinance(night and day). It's never been that much of a big problem for me, really, you can't miss what you never had.
For 14 years my parents have been changing my diapers and I thought they had both practically got over it, but apperently only my dad had: two months ago he was killed in a car accident when a huge lorry pretty much drove over his car and I've noticed my mother staring at my diapers whenever she changes me with a look on her face just as if she was planning somthing. The day before yesterday I found out what it was: she told me just after I woke up that I was going to go back to being a baby, wearing baby clothes, watching only baby TV, playing with baby toys, eating only baby food, drinking baby formula milk etc. (remember I'm already in diapers) and that after three days I would progress up to being a toddler, wearing pull-ups instead of ordinary diapers, "potty training"(though she knew it wouldn't work; it must have just been for effect), starting to eat some proper food and going to a playgroup(she said she already had that sorted, and they said that they said they would treat me the same as all the other toddlers my age) and so it would go on, three days after that I would still be a todler but instead of wearing pull-ups I would just wear trainer pants and diapers to bed and when I pooped my pants I would just have to act like I didn't get to the potty on time, then a further week on I would go out of all forms of protection in the day (just wear ordinary breifs and boxers) and wear goodnights in the night, but still get treated like a five-six year old, every three days I would go up an "average" stage until I "was" my actual age, then the whole cycle would start again.
Yesterday she borrowed a car seat from a freind and dressed me in nothing but a diaper (I used to wear baby diapers because they were cheaper and I could still fit them but they were plain ones, but that morning first thing she changed me into ones with pictures of elmo and winnie the pooh on them), that was my first day of babying. she drove us first to a baby supplies shop, where she bought a crib, a pacifier, a pushchair, a carseat, a changing table, lots of baby toys, loads of baby clothes, and absolutely loads of diapers(I think they were pampers size 6 or somthing like that) and whilst it all went through the checkout I pooped my diaper, then once it had all gone through she changed me in the baby changing room and put a onsie over my diaper, popped the pacifier in my mouth, buckled me into the pushchair, and off we went. When we got home my diaper needed changing again but my mum pretended not to notice until she checked it about half an hour after we got home; by then it was wet and pooped and almost leakingshe then took me upstairs and changed my diaper on the changing table she bought earlier that day and then I had a lunch of mashed up bannanas and lots of baby formula milk then she put me in some footed pjs and put me in my crib for nap-time
I woke up 5 hours later staring up at a spaceship mobile that hung from the ceiling and quickly found that mom had given my room a complete redecoration: the walls were now painted, instead of white, baby blue and all my stuff: my iPod, my normal bed, my TV etc. were nowhere to be seen. instead there where loads of baby toys scattered around, a changing table attached to the wall and a baby monitor attached to my crib. My mom must have heard me wake up on the baby monitor because she soon came rushing into my room and lifted me out of the crib to change my diaper then let me have a look around my new room.I quickly rushed over to my drawers and yanked them open and, they were full of diapers and baby clothes: the 1st two drawers were full of diapers, the 3rd and 4th full of onsies and babygros, and the 5th was full of pairs of dungarees and T-shirts.
When I ventured out of my room I discovered mom had also attached a baby gate at the top of the stairs so I stood at the top waiting for my mom to open it and let me downstairs (she told me before that if a said a word that wasn't somthing like "mama" or just plain babytalk I would get spanked so I couldn't just ask her), eventually she came and lifted me down the stairs, and I crawled into the living room (she had also told me I was not allowed to walk until after nap time on the third day of being a baby and that again, I would be spanked if I did); everything was completely babyfied! I seriously don't get how she did all this to the hous in just five hours. There was a highchair up at the table, a baby-bouncer attached to the ceiling and every thing that would be at all baby-unfreindly was up, out of my reach (I am extremely small for my age) I did, however, manage to get the TV remote down from the top of the mantelpiece, but all the non-baby TV channels required a passcode to get to them so I turned it back off and, with some difficulty, put the remote back on top of the mantlepiece.
I couldn't really see anything to do anywhere so I was gonna go upstairs when my mom came back down and put me in the baby-bouncer and bounced me around for a bit then turned on the TV, then she put on some baby TV and made me watch it, from the bouncer, until it was tea time when I got my diaper changed and I had some random babyfood my mom took out of the cupboard that tasted very slightly of korma and, of course loads of formula milk, then I got my diaper changed again and mom dressed me into my footed pjs, I fell asleep so quickly I almost suspected my mom put sleeping pills in my tea.
When I woke up this morning my diaper was leaking all over my bed/crib (good thing my mom had also put an absorbant sheet on my bed/crib) and mom came rushing into my room to change me into a clean diaper and my dayclothes(today it was blue dungarees and a pale blue shirt with "dude" written on it) then took me downstairs for a breakfast of just the formula milk(but it was absolutely loads of it, so much it actually seemed to fill my stomach as well as quench my thirst) and then said that we were going to go out on a little trip to my grandma'stoday, so she packed some diapers (7 to be exact), baby powder and wet wipes, folded up the pushchair into the boot and buckled me into my carseat.
On the way there however we saw the effects of me drinking all that milk with no food: pretty soon 5 out of the 10 diapers that mom brought with us had been filled up with liquid poop nearly to the point where they leaked and I had already done 1 small runny poop into the 6th. "If this carries on" my mom said "We'll just have to put you in those PVC pants we have in the back, and forget about the diapers" as if I could help it, of course in the end all the diapers got used up and I was put into PVC pants with nothing underneath, they contained the mess, and didn't need changing, but they were so uncomfortable!
By the time we reached grandma's house the PVC pants were so full of diahhorea that they had practically inflated, and before we went in to the house mom pulled in at the local store and bought some more diapers then took off and cleaned the PVC pants and put me back into the way-more-comfortable diapers that she had just bought. Then we went over to gran's house and rang the doorbell, she opened the door with such enthusiasm that it looked like it might fall of it's hinges and hugged us both then sniffed the air and said "I think someone needs a diapy change!" which I did, for as we had been standing there I had done another runny poop in my diaper by my mum said it was to small to worry about and we went in.
And then after we came back the day went almost the same as yesterday; I got changed into my footed pjs for a nap after a lunch of mashed bannanas and formula milk woke up with a wet and pooped diaper got changed on the changing table in my room and got dressed back into dayclothes then got carried downstairs and put into the bouncer until tea which was again absolutely loads of milk (no actual food) which I took as quite strange as it made keeping my poop contained very difficult, but when I got put to bed I saw why: when I was just doing runny poops I could wear just PVCs and nothing else, that way mom didn't have to get up in the night to change my diapers, that way all that needed happening in the morning is them being emptied rather than have a full diaper change. So I was put in the PVC pants for the night.
I couldn't get to sleep because of how uncomfortable the pants were so I wrote this story, sorry about how long it is, but I kinda needed to empty it all out, you know what I mean? I'll keep updating, every time I go into a new "age group" if I can. Hopefully the updates will be a little more... Streamlined