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So I did a thing. An experiment. I purchased ptfe piping with 1mm walls to fit inside my stent. Very bendy and malleable. I wanted to see if my stent was collapsing or kinking to cause it to not always passively drain in bed or while seated in a car. With the stent out I put it through several stress tests and in all of the tests it never lost patancy or stopped flow. It could not be folded shut and no force I exuded would collapse the wall of the ptfe pipe frame. This stent was bulletproof. It could adjust to any shape and it could not be stopped. so then I put it in for real life experimenting. It was “present” feeling and I might have gotten use to it eventually, but it never lasted that long and I will explain why. It did do some things well. It held the sphincters open more consistently and so the drip when standing was more pronounced than the silicone only stent. This meant the length was good and the mechanical bridge between sphincters was solid. And yet, it performed in the car and while lying down identically to the stents with no frame…. 0 difference. This tells me something. The stent is not the issue. It is positional occlusion. Soft tissue is covering the distal end of the stent creating a valve. Lifting my postier in the car opens that valve and allows immediate drainage. This also tracks with what @BrownBobby reported that even with the surgery he doesn’t always drain passively when in bed or while lying down. That makes me think even a pezzer end with three holes wouldn’t make a difference, but given my allergy to latex and the fact pezzers don’t come in silicone i am unable to make that experiment. Some people’s anatomy just closes off passive drain in the urethra even if the sphincters are open. so what is the take away? Even if I spent hundreds on a reinforced stent it would not change the failure conditions that are positional in nature. It means my stent is as perfect as I can make it. It also means my stents cost VERY little to build, are repeatable and comfy. that was the take away for me. The take away for you stentiers is that you need to consider sometimes an issue is not your stent itself if your are hitting roadblocks. Carefully isolate variables and see where the real problems are. Sometimes the roadblock is beyond your control to fix. -
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
35. Tess’s Request Tess was so excited, she wanted to run upstairs and get changed right away. She wanted to know how it felt to feel herself following an instruction she didn’t fully remember. There was no doubt in her mind now that it would work. But there was still one thing slowing her down. One more question that she needed to ask Ffrances, before she lost her nerve. “They say hypnosis can help you relax and sleep better,” she said, although that wasn’t really what she wanted, except in the most abstract sense. She wanted help, she knew that now, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “And I’ve not had the best sleep lately. I think it might be because of stress.” That wasn’t it either, but she was halfway there. If she could dispense with whatever the worries were that she wasn’t admitting to herself, she was sure that she would be able to sleep properly again. Not attached to a pendulum that swung between sleepless nights and sleeping too deeply. “And…” She knew that she had to say it, if she wanted Ffrances to help. “I don’t know if you noticed when I do the laundry, but…” Ffrances was observant; it was something Gabby had commented on a few times over the last few months. But it was still a surprise to Tess when she guessed right away. She knew that Tess had a bedwetting problem, after all the effort she’d made to hide it. She knew that she’d spoken to Gabby about it, as well. Because Gabby had been reading up on whether hypnosis could help, and her only source for real peer-reviewed information was the mountain of journals in Ffrances’s home office. She could see which ones had been moved, and she could see the common thread in them. So before Tess said another word, Ffrances explained that she knew exactly what she wanted. “I could probably get you to stop,” she explained, after detailing the clues that had allowed her to figure it out. “But not without detrimental effects on your emotional health. If you have some unaddressed stresses and anxieties, it would be negligent of me to help mask that. Making you stop would be harmful, if you didn’t first see a professional about resolving the underlying issues. But… allowing you to have a little more control, something that can help you some nights when you think it’s important? I think I could do that. Of course, you’re talking about a reflexive function, which might not always be under the control of the brain, so the efficacy of the suggestions could vary. But there’s some research to suggest that giving control to an external agency can make it easier to have actual control. If that makes sense.” “Like in rehab?” Tess guessed, thinking about what Spike had said about his mother’s experiences, back when she was at least trying to be a good parent. She couldn’t just promise that she would overcome the urges; she would need to trust in a higher power to protect her. Whether that was god, or her family, or just the other members of the group looking out for her. It was easier to overcome a problem that came from within if there was someone else to take charge. Ffrances agreed that it was similar, although more complex. As she explained it, Tess thought she understood. If she was scared that she was losing control of a bodily function, she could restore some of her confidence by giving that control to someone else, someone she trusted. A post-hypnotic suggestion so that Ffrances or Gabby could order her not to wet the bed each night, and her subconscious mind would take extra care to make sure that was what happened. It wasn’t safe to do that constantly in case she became dependent on it. But sometimes if she felt more worried than usual, it might help her. Tess nodded, trying to take in the extra facts. But Ffrances said that she should think carefully about it in any case. If she was willing to take that compromise she should ask again later. After she had experienced an afternoon of fun, and found out how good her subconscious mind was at following simple suggestions. Tess nodded, and eagerly followed Ffrances up the stairs to the box room. This was it. She would get to try something new, to find out how it felt for her mind to be influenced by a suggestion she wouldn’t think of fighting. To be called a child and not feel upset by it. And later in the day, she would be freed from the spectre of wet sheets. Today, every single thing was going perfectly, and she could change everything that needed to change. It was the start of the rest of her life. * * * “Yours is in the bedroom,” Ffrances said, sending Gabby off up another flight of stairs to her own room. Then she turned to the door almost opposite Tess’s room, and stepped inside for a moment. Tess felt an urge to peek, because she had never seen what was inside this mysterious room. But she knew that she had to behave today, if she wanted her first experience with hypnosis suggestions to be a good one. “Is mine in here?” Tess asked, rather than poking her head in. “Got it right here,” she said, and returned to the landing. There was a bundle of dark green material in her hand, something thick that Tess might have assumed was a table cloth or folded curtains if she hadn’t seen it recently. She thought back to the photo they had looked at over lunch, and the baggy outfit her younger self had been draped in. It wasn’t stylish, it wasn’t special, but she was sure it was a toddler’s dress. “The same dress I was wearing ten years ago?” Tess said with a chuckle. “I don’t think this will fit.” “It should,” Ffrances answered, but she didn’t sound so confident. “It was too big for you then. They had the sleeves gathered up with safety pins, I guess it was a gift from someone who thought you were a little older, and your folks wanted to see if you liked it anyways. It would have been loose anyway, back then, and I bet it’ll be pretty tight now, but I’d like to see if it still fits you. Maybe we can recreate that photo, I’d sure get a little laugh out of seeing the same outfit go from too big to too small.” “Okay, I’ll give it a try,” she said with a smile, taking the bundle of cloth. “Will Gabby be wearing old clothes too? I think she’s getting younger already.” “She might be. She’s stuck being younger than you, remember. Even before your age changes, and she probably won’t allow herself to notice that anything has changed for a while. So… you still up for this?” “I think so. How does it work, does it start when I get changed?” “That’s right. When you get changed you’ll feel yourself getting a little younger. But we didn’t decide how young, so it’ll be whatever you think of when you hear ‘a bit younger’. And after that, Gabby and I will be able to make you younger by telling you how old you are. If she’s not playing fair, you can always ask me to overrule her. You’re the older one today.” “I think I can live with that. Going through a few years of my history, seeing how I might have felt if I didn’t have to act twice as mature to get half the respect. It’ll be fun.” “And you’ll be able to feel that again whenever you want, if you just start acting a younger age. So you can try again anytime.” “I won’t. I mean, you know I’m only doing this for Gabby, right? Because it would have been too embarrassing for her if she was the only one trying it.” “I know. And I’m sure you’ll both be adorable.” So… end of Act I. Right before some fun and games in the garden. How do you expect it to go? And should I continue posting Act II here, or put it in a new thread? -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Ooooh, that's an interesting thought We've seen plenty of Gabby trying to trick Ffrances into doing this, but we don't really know how much Ffrances knows. What do you think the final dynamic for this family will be? 35. My Moment of Triumph “I can’t believe…” Tess mumbled. She seemed hesitant now, and I was worried that she was going to get nervous and call the whole thing off. It was understandable that she would be nervous, and if she’d only agreed in order to get me to try, she might wonder if her participation was still needed. I wanted to say something, to reassure her or give her a little more pressure to go through with it. After coming so close, I couldn’t let a chance to see her as the little one go to waste. But I knew that Ffrances would be watching now, being very careful with our mental and emotional states. I couldn’t say anything that would give her a reason to worry. “Come on, let’s get changed so we can play,” I said, practically bouncing in my seat. Now it was so close that I couldn’t control my excitement, and I couldn’t imagine getting in trouble for that. It would only help to convince Ffrances that I was feeling how she had told me to. “Are you okay, Tess?” Ffrances asked, ignoring me for just a moment. “Yeah, it’s just… I must have blanked it completely. I don’t remember anything you said. We were sitting down, and you put that thing on the table. And you said we were going to stare at it when you started it, but then… I didn’t even realise that we’d done it. Like my last memory before and my first memory after don’t match up, but I can’t see where the gap is. I guess that’s what you were talking about before, right?” “Exactly. I could help you to remember it, if it would give you more confidence. Some people do forget a trance automatically, but it’s always possible to give a nudge in the right direction. Some breadcrumbs your mind can follow if you want to understand the details.” I nodded, and tried to reassure her too. I already knew that much, and it was a different kind of fun when you knew what was going to happen but couldn’t stop it. I really hoped I could find some way to convince her to just give it a try; because that would make it so much easier for me in future, but I could work with whatever it took to make her go through with this. I only got a few words out before Tess spoke again. “No, it’s fine,” she said. “It’s… amazing. I thought it was all just like positive thinking, like when you’re playing along with something you get carried away a little more than you thought. But really not remembering something… I’ve talked to people who’ve done it before, but I was taking it with a pinch of salt. If you can really do things like that, there’s something else I was going to ask about. Before I lose my nerve. They say hypnosis can help you relax and sleep better. And I’ve not had the best sleep lately. I think it might be because of stress. And… I don’t know if you noticed when I do the laundry, but…” Her voice faded into silence, and she was blushing crimson now. “Is this about the bedwetting thing?” Ffrances asked, raising an eyebrow. Tess glanced up at me, seemingly shocked. I’d promised her that I wouldn’t say anything to Ffrances until Tess felt she could ask herself; and now it would look like her trust in me had been misplaced. What could I say? But after a momentary glance she just whimpered and started staring at her own fingers like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Ffrances saw the embarrassment, and continued: “I guessed a little. I’m pretty good at noticing what’s going on around me, as well as people’s emotional states. I asked if Gabby had been paying attention, and she said no. So I think she wanted to keep your secret. But I know she’s tried looking up things, about what hypnosis can help with. Trying to do the research without just asking me, even though she knows I could find an answer faster. And I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re asking for.” Finally, I could let out the breath I’d been holding. Of course Ffrances knew that I was telling her things I’d promised not to. And she would tell a white lie, because she knew that something like this would be hard for Tess to discuss even without a new roadblock cutting down her trust. “Yeah. I just… I want to be able to sleep better. I want to be able to relax. And I don’t know, I think stopping might not be a realistic option. But I’d like to have more control over it, if that’s possible.” I could have cheered then. All the embarrassment, and speaking in euphemisms, had led her to say something that could be very easy to misinterpret. With some luck, Ffrances could see this as an attempt to justify what I’d already told her Tess wanted. And I knew that Ffrances wouldn’t force her to confront words that were making her visibly uncomfortable. She had to engage with Tess using her own vocabulary, just like she’d told me she did with her patients. “I’m sure Ffrances can help you,” I said. “Trust me, you’ll be sleeping better in no time.” “Yes, perhaps I can. I have looked into it, and I’m pretty sure I can help with that. I could probably get you to stop, but not without detrimental effects on your emotional health in the long term. If you have some unaddressed stresses and anxieties, it would be negligent of me to help mask that. Making you stop would be harmful, if you didn’t first see a professional about resolving the underlying issues. But… allowing you to have a little more control, something that can help you some nights when you think it’s important, I think I could do. Of course, you’re talking about a reflexive function, which might not always be under the control of the brain, so the efficacy of the suggestions could vary. But there’s some research to suggest that giving control to an external agency can make it easier to have actual control. If that makes sense.” “Like in rehab?” Tess mumbled. “They say you have to trust in a higher power. Because it’s more likely to stick than if you try to straighten yourself out just by willpower.” I made a mental note to ask her how she knew that; I wouldn’t have expected her to know anything about something like that, but I knew it could be left until later. “Exactly. And if you can trust us, perhaps we can be your higher power. But… this isn’t something to bring up now. Immediately after coming out of trance, you will always be a little less inhibited than usual, and a little more trusting. It’s one of the side effects, and so you should never agree to another suggestion in that state. Even if it’s the easiest time to bring it up.” Tess nodded, seeming a little disappointed in the answer. But I knew just what to say to cheer her up again: “So we can talk about it later. When we’re all grown up again, after we see what Auntie Ffrances has planned for us.” “Yes! Thank you!”
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