Sebastian818

“Go and lay down in the usual spot, I’ll take care of you in a moment.” I swivel my eyes to the very extreme of my field of view, and give a low huff of assent. I am going to take her word for it, not that I can tell on my own. I glide over to the ordained place in my usual graceless fashion, and get myself in position to receive the most important hygienic ministration that dictates my daily life. Words like that, or words to their effect have defined my life for far longer than they did not. The words themselves in this specific context are of referring to the changing of my diaper. Yes diaper. I much prefer that word to nappy. It feels less infantile. I remember why I was put back in diapers, I was 7 years old. I had been having accidents, they had started out small, but had progressed to the point where both the doctor, and my mother agreed. If you are soiling your clothes on the regular, chances are diapers are in your future. I needed diapers. No cutesy Tinkerbell pullups for