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Part 33: ‚Back to the Roots‘, young man If you haven’t lived through it yourself, it is hard to imagine what it means for a 12 or 13-year-old boy. To fall asleep thinking about his beloved, adored girl, only to wake up in the middle of the night in a soaked bed, after a deceptively realistic dream, wet as a baby. But it’s even worse when you fall asleep with those thoughts while wearing a diaper cover like a baby. Hands resting on the plastic. Feeling the thickness of the diapers. "Mom made them so thick so that everything stays inside the pants. That way, there won't be a wet bed. Mom has a lot of experience with how to properly put diaper covers on babies and bedwetters." And then your thoughts drift to the next morning, when you’ll see the girl at school again, wondering if you could go out for ice cream over the weekend. And then, during the night, the bed turns out wet anyway. When you get up to fetch fresh sheets, your parents wake up. They help you clean up and get dry. If you are wearing a diaper cover and want to get rid of the wet bundle, your mother comes in too. "Oh sweetheart, did it happen again? You poor thing, come here, let me help you." Then you stand there naked, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into bed, which luckily stayed dry. Your mother rumbles through the closet. "No, come on, let’s put a fresh diaper cover on instead. Just so it doesn't happen a second time tonight... come on, it’s not that big of a deal." And you fall back asleep, with thoughts of tomorrow, of the next appointment with doctors, with psychologists. With the fear of having to tell the whole story all over again. With your own failure. I was exhausted and blissful because of the beautiful day I had spent with Marie. All my thoughts were with her. The visit with Mrs. Fink faded into the background. Suddenly, the memory of our bike trip came back—leaving the town behind and riding far out. It was thrilling. Our parents had forbidden it. We reached the open countryside. Marie was so sweet to me. I felt admired by her. I was head over heels for her too, whenever we stopped for a moment to find our bearings. During one of those stops, we noticed a path leading into the woods. We decided to follow it into the mysterious forest. We had to push our bikes. Me in front. We came upon a beautiful pond. We were so happy. Of course, we wanted to go into the water. We slowly undressed. But then, the picture collapsed. I heard my mother’s voice, very soft. "...almost done. Don't cry, I'm just putting some fresh diapers on you so you can go back to sleep. Yes, very good boy. Lift your bottom up. You’re doing great. Now let’s snap the panties shut. Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap. And the pants go back over them. See? All clean, nothing happened. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams." I pretended not to wake up, just so I could save at least a shred of dignity. Acted like I didn’t notice any of it. "Have sweet dreams..." It would be sweet to dream of Marie, but not when you're wearing a diaper cover, knowing your mother will change you again in a few hours because you wet yourself yet again—or because tomorrow is a training day... Suddenly, I felt so alone in my room. Something was missing. I yearned for comfort, for something familiar, for the innocent sleep of the past... Then the memories blurred, and I fell into a deep, dreamless, restful sleep. I woke up and heard my mother in the kitchen. She seemed to be getting breakfast ready. It was Sunday, the day we always took our time. As I was debating whether to get up, I saw it. The blue pacifier was no longer on the nightstand. It was lying on the comforter, right next to my head. I was confused. Now I also noticed the taste of rubber in my mouth. Was it possible? Was that the reason for my deep sleep? The soothing effect? Just like with babies? Did my mother notice? Feeling a bit depressed, I slouched through the dining area toward her. I really didn't want to let on that anything was wrong. "Well, look at you, my hero. Quite a restless night." I put on a surprised face. I felt childish in the heavily padded pajamas. "I checked on you an hour ago, but you were sleeping so sweetly, I figured we’d just have breakfast a little later." I guess I was still looking at her sheepishly. "Don't you remember at all?" I shrugged my shoulders, trying to play it cool. "Why don't you go brush your teeth real quick, and then we’ll eat. What do you think?" Flushing red, I vanished into the bathroom. My mother followed behind me. She went into my room to make my bed. Just like always, she checked to see if everything had stayed dry. By now, she would definitely find the used pacifier, I thought. When I came back into the kitchen, my mother was finished with all the preparations. My eyes locked onto the kitchen scale, where my diapers were sitting. She noticed my surprise. "300 ml, that’s quite a lot. I just weighed your wet diapers from last night. You slept like a baby... I mean... you just wouldn't wake up." I still didn't understand. "I actually wanted to wake you up so you could pee in the measuring cup. For the log, and since there’s no school today anyway. But it had already happened..." My face turned bright red. "But that's not a problem, don't worry. The paperwork I got from Dr. Fink says that for bedwetters—I mean, if the diaper cover is already wet and you 'miss the window'—you can do it this way too. So we don't have to 'start over' with the log. Come on, sit down for breakfast, I’ll change you later." I must have looked a bit taken aback. My mother responded in a tone that was kind but firm. "Tom, no arguments! Today is the second part of your 'reminder' that you can't just hide wet pants. Besides, after so many wet diaper covers, a training day will do you some good. So, you'll stay in your night diaper for a little longer, and then we'll get you fresh for the day." I sat down a bit too quickly. My padding made that unavoidable sound. First, the rustling of the plastic pants during my hasty steps to the bench, awkwardly loose-legged. Then the air escaping from the cuffs as I sat down... pshhhhhhh. My mother noticed it too and smiled; maybe she was even a little embarrassed herself. She looked at me fondly for a moment longer, poured herself a coffee, and poured me my hot chocolate... "I went to see Dr. Löffler again on Friday," my mother told me. "You know, about your appointment tomorrow." It wasn't clear to me why she went ahead of time. The appointment was already set. She had hinted at it yesterday with the pacifier, too. She seemed to read the questions on my face. "Well, I told her how great you're doing, but also how worried I am because it's not getting any better, the bedwetting..." I looked down at the tablecloth in shame. "Yes, and of course, I also had to tell her that you had wet pants..." In a quiet voice, I tried to justify myself once more. "...that was an accident, I just fell asleep.." "I know, I know. But I'm worried." I didn't know what to say. It was so humiliating to have to start the day with a conversation like this. Now my mother had gone out of her way to see her, even though I had to go tomorrow anyway. "Dr. Löffler says she knows cases like this; you might be feeling overwhelmed. When your father left us, I had to leave you alone a lot. She says you might have had to grow up much too fast. These are signs that you are longing for the protected days of childhood. What do you think?" What was I supposed to say? It was true that I missed having a whole, happy family. I shrugged my shoulders. "No school yet, always someone around to take care of you, make dinner, sit by your bed, so you can fall asleep safely. No worries, no responsibilities. Both parents are right there..." She had touched a few raw nerves. "Just like when you were a toddler... nobody expecting your bed to be dry in the morning, no anxious mom, no disappointed dad..." I couldn't say a thing. For my mother, that was already enough information. "Dr. Löffler recommended a 'pacifier test.' I put it back out for you yesterday. Your very last pacifier. The one from when you were four. You just wouldn't give it up back then. Then one day, it was gone. Your father and I decided to do it that way... It was so sweet seeing you with it last night when I checked on you. You looked so content. You were in such a deep sleep. You were wet, too, but you didn't even wake up when I cleaned you up. And even so, you automatically and beautifully helped out while I changed you. All while keeping the pacifier in your mouth the whole time. I haven't seen you that happy in a long time. And you smiled, with your pacifier." I was speechless... My mother gave a knowing smile. She took me by the hand. "I want you to completely relax; you don't have to prove anything to anyone. You're allowed to just be yourself. We'll head over in a minute and put a fresh diaper cover on you for the day. You know, because of the hidden pants. But it's not a training day. You don't have to worry about a thing; you can just be a child. There won't be any measuring cups or potties, either." I didn't know what to think of this announcement. She spread out the changing mat, guided me by the shoulders toward the bed, and gently laid me down on the mat. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she pulled down my pajama pants, leaving the thick diaper cover exposed before her. "Now I'm going to take off your wet diaper from last night. Then we'll go over to the bathroom, and I'll wash you off gently with warm water so you smell like a big boy again." "I'll change you real quick, and then we'll watch a movie together. And every two hours, you'll just get a fresh, comfy diaper cover." Still, I didn't know how to react. In a way, I didn't even mind that I wasn't being "asked." I could never have admitted that a diaper cover also had a relaxing, protective effect. She immediately took all the responsibility away from me—no debating, no ifs, ands, or buts. I was being "put into a diaper." I wouldn't be asked if I liked it when I got changed, either. It was simply a "medical necessity." Discussed and agreed upon with the doctor in charge. "Because the boy needs it..." My mother saw the conflict I was trapped in. She saw how deeply embarrassing it was for me to be seen right through. She took both of my hands, looked encouragingly into my eyes, and said: "Dr. Löffler calls this method 'Back to the Roots.' Come on, let's go, young man." I received the "unavoidable" pat on the bottom. Five minutes later, I wasn't just wearing a fresh diaper cover, but also a pair of childish, short harem pants—cloth pants that left plenty of room for thick diapers. The diaper cover itself remained almost hidden beneath the loose cut. Only when sitting down could you notice that my bottom looked significantly larger. While seated, the bulging crotch area looked unnatural. For today, I was a real diaper baby. -
I wonder when/if Samantha will start going urinary then totally incontinent like Jake is -
I have urinary trouble and so does my girlfriend. As she has a much smaller bladder then normal and has urges to urinate so we both wear a premium high-quality, very absorbent, old-fashioned type diaper and plastic pants. It is a little hard for me in the morning to hold in everything when I’m peeing a lot so when I’m at home and with my girlfriend in the morning, I always make my first big load of turd in my diaper. My girlfriend usually does also. But we’re out in public. We avoid doing that except for when it’s late at night and we’re walking out of a concert. One of those outdoor concerts during the summer. The bathrooms are always crowded and as we’re walking back to our car, even if there’s some people around that’s time and place that’s too bad to start peeing and we both make turd in our diapers on the way back to our car. Or coming home late from New York City when we get to the parking lot off the train that’s a good time to make a good sized load in our diapers and we usually do it every time we’re coming back from New York City I don’t feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about making a big load in my diaper in a pretty empty parking lot. Usually, my girlfriend won’t either as it’s uncomfortable late at night to try to hold yourself in no need for either of us to do so late at night when we’re wearing a premium diaper also do it early in the morning when we go walking in the park and there’s just a few people walking -
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I'm in Hampshire, was in London yesterday!! Quiet often up there for work, happy to connect if you'd like, drop me a pm?? -
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