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In 2009 ,blessed by a near sighted tailgater on her cell, my return to diapers had started. Still if I give much thought to it, i relive the whole thing. the reality of it took a few weeks to bloom. Technically I had a “beer can fracture “ of the L4 vertebrae , ruptured the L4,L5 and the S1 disc’s. The L4 break nicked the spinal cord sheath causing fluid leakage from the cord.(this is the most painful of all of the injuries). also torn rotator cuff along with multiple soft tissue injuries and yes fractured foot. sometimes if I over do life I’ll even lose feeling starting near the groin and as the swelling increases progressing lower. So to lighten things back up. Yes that was a very dark time , as I woke up in the ER (briefly) then again in ICU 9 days later as they were starting to move me to a private room, I realized that my diaper was being changed. I was really shocked by the whole thing. my car was only a year old, the day before It had just turned 10,000 miles on the odometer ,it wasn’t anything special. I picked it off the lot and paid it off six months later. All the bells and whistles even dealer added cruise control. i had developed a nasty infection from the catheter while I was out, that’s why I had been diapered they said. I thought later that one of the less experienced nurses had changed out the Catheter and did some damage by not deflating it fully before removing it. hospital diapers are the cheapest thinnest available that they charge 150.00 each for. after a few days and multiple changes, my rash blistered ,yet again more inexperience. most of my caregivers were older, a few, male nurses mid to late twenties. But the one angel in the crowd, full breasted ,early twenties, maybe even late teens. i was so happy when she took over my care, some how the diapers got thicker, the changes more often and the rash faded. i had made it to the three week mark, they were letting me go home, ha . Had to have a ride , my car had been towed after being totaled. after waiting around most of the day, I found out that the staff had drawn straws, someone “volunteered” to drive me home. as I’m waiting by the exit , my cute little angel showed up behind me, holding her 8 month old and toting a diaper bag. guess that explains the figure and the mothering I received. She told me that her and her husband would be driving me home as a blue grey minivan pulled up. the hospital had set me up with lots of help until I was able to move around better. i wish I could have thanked my angel better, she clued me into a few web sites to buy supplies ,a few of them ABDL sites. i never saw her or her little family again, I hope life has been good to them ,they were amazing helping as they did. maybe if they read this someday and recognize my story they will know how much they helped and how much I appreciated it. so I spent the next three years between the neurologist ,the neuro surgeon and physical therapy. when I hit the one year mark, both doctors told me how surprised they were that I hadn’t landed in a wheel chair permanately. Oh! And the diapers, at first they really bothered me, after awhile I realized that we all start out in them, most of us will end up in them, a few of us lucky ones have to wear them all the time. just one last note, I joined this site a few years ago, not long after another member suggested I go to the newbie nursery and introduce myself. so this is/was part of my life the good and otherwise , this really happened to me. I couldn’t have written it if it didn’t . lastly thank god that I’m still here, upright and mobile, oh! And also thank god I love diapers. i you have questions, would like advice or just want someone to listen, I’m here, the least I can do to repay the help that found me. quarktheory.