The Star Chart 

The sun was shining brightly through my bedroom window on that late September morning. The dog had just landed on my chest with her usual good morning greeting. Her wet nose made contact with my lips and her tongue went to work washing my face. 
"Get down Goldy." I shouted. And she complied immediately. Goldy was my golden retriever. She had been trained by professionals and it was only by accident that we had her. She reacted almost instantly to all of my commands. She seated herself on the throw rug that was located on the side of my bed. Her tail wagged with anticipation. She was waiting for my feet to hit the floor before she renewed our good morning ritual. 
I rolled over on my back, stretched and thought about my life. Thought about how nice it was to be a teenager. Thought about my eighth grade class at Northeast Jr. High School, and I thought about my family. My dad, my mom and my sisters. Heather was eight and Mary was rapidly approaching three. I thought about what I had planned for today when my focus suddenly shifted back to the present. 
"Damn." I thought. "Damn. Damn. DAMN." I muttered to no one but myself. I had done it again. I had wet the bed. 
Mom had tried many things over the years to help me stop wetting but nothing had worked. She tried restricting fluids, had me do bladder-stretching exercises, tried raising the foot of the bed, conversely, tried raising the headboard. She had also tried getting me up several times in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. But still, nothing had worked. Mom had even taken me to see several doctors. (Which was a hardship on the family because we were so poor and didn't have any health insurance) The doctors had told her that there was nothing wrong with me physically and that eventually, I would outgrow it. They suggested that she just be patient and wait it out. 
The last time mom took me to see a doctor was two years ago. I was eleven at the time. She had made an appointment for me at a place called the Enuresis Clinic. 
We arrived at the clinic a little early on the day of the appointment and were informed that due to a medical emergency the doctor had been delayed but that she would be with us shortly. Because of the delay, the waiting room was packed with children and their mothers. I noticed that I was surrounded by kids that were a lot younger than I was. I listened as the mothers talked to one another about the "cures" that they had inflicted on their children and I listened to them compalin about how much work it was to have a bedwetter in the house. I also noted the sidewise glances that I was getting from some of the mothers and from some of the kids as well. 
One of the mothers was having trouble with her son. It was apparent that he did not want to be here and that he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum. His mother grabbed him by the shoulders and truned him around facing me. I heard her whisper to him. "Do you still want to be wetting the bed when you're that old?" She asked pointing at me. I know that she didn't mean for me to hear the comment, bit I did. And so did everybody else in the room. The room fell silent and for a moment all eyes were on me. The woman who had made the comment looked up at me and we made eye contact. I blushed, she followed suit and then we both looked at the floor. Mom could tell how embarrassed and hurt I was by the comment but said nothing. The woman's son stared at me for a moment longer and then quietly sat down. A few seconds later the women in the room resumed talking about their "cures." I was still staring down at the floor when I felt a little tear crawl across my cheek and fall with a splash to the floor. 
Ten minutes later we were called into the exxam room. Other than the doctor treating me as if I were a five year old, the exam was uneventful. The doctor said that she would notify us of the results. It was a week later when she finally called. 
The tests showed nothing remarkable. Nothing was physically wrong with me. The doctor then told mom that she had, had cases where the child was just too lazy to get up and go to the bathroom. 
It was at this point that mom informed me that she would no longer try to cure my bedwetting. She also indicated that when I had an accident, it was my responsibility to put my wet night cloths and sheets in the washing machine to be washed. 

end part 1
Over the past two years my bedwetting had decreased substantially and I was beginning to hope that it would sone stop altogether. 
For some unknown reason, within the last month my incidents of bedwetting had increas4ed. I could tell by mom's facial expressions that her patients with me was running out. 
All of this flashed through my mind as I lay there in my wet bed. 
"Wade." Time to get up." Mom called. "If you don't get moving you'll be late for school." She continued. 
I sprang into action. I jumped from the bed, gave the dog a hug, striped the bed, removed my wet night clothes and dropped everything in a pile on the floor. I wiped down the plastic sheet, (I hated the plastic sheet. It wasn't really a sheet at all but a large piece of plastic that we recovered from a downed weather balloon. It was thick plastic and its edges were sharp. I had sustained small cuts from it on more than one occasion and the creases in the plastic made sleeping on it miserable to impossible. I had asked mom for a real rubber sheet but she had told me that we could not afford it. Because it was so uncomfortable to sleep on, I had removed it from my bed on more than one occasion. The result was several large stains in the mattress)I ran to the shower. 
After a quick shower I went back to my room, picked up all my wet things and headed for the laundry room. (The laundry room was in the basement and in order to get there I had to go through the kitchen) Mom was in the kitchen standing by the refrigerator talking to Mary. 
"Was my big girl dry last night?" She quizzed Mary. 
"Yes, momma." Mary responded. 
Mom then pulled down Mary's rubber pants and checked her night diapers. Finding them dry mom said "Hooray! What color star would you like today Mary?" 
Mom held a little dish of stars out in fromt of Mary and Mary picked a gold one. Mom then picked Mary up and together they placed the star on the calendar. The date was September 28. Mom congratulated Mary again, set her on the floor and said, "Lets go get your big girl pants on." Mary ran down the hall and into her bedroom. Mom looked up at me and said, "Good morning Wade." She then followed up with a question. "Isn't this the third time this week that you have had an accident?" 
"No mom." I replied. "This is only the second time." I lied. Mom looked at me with a questioning look but said nothing. She then turned and walked down the hall towards Mary's room. Looking over her shoulder she daid, "Better get on with your chores." And then she continued with a statement that sent shudders up and down my spine. "And we'll talk about this later." 
After dinner on the night of September 30th. mom called me into the kitchen. She was standing in fromt of the refrigerator, taking down the Star Chart for the month of Setpember and putting up a new Star Chart for the month of October. 
"I have decided to chart your bedwetting progress." She stated pointing to the Chart. "As you can see, each date for the month of October has been divided in half. The top half is for Mary and the bottom half is for you. As soon as you get up you are to come to the kitchen so that I can see if you are wet or dry. I will mark each date with either a "W" for wet or a "D" for dry. At the end of the month I will decide if we will continue to monitor your problem and determine if some other course of action is warranted. Do you understand me youg man?" She lectured. 
Yes." I replied. As I knew that any other response would have negative consequences. 

end part II 
The following morning Goldy greeted me as usual. The sky was cloudy. The leaves on the trees were beginning to change color and my bed was wet. I stalled as long as possible but I knew it was useless. Down the hall and into the kitchen I walked. Mom and Mary were just finishing putting a green star on the chart. Mom took one look at me, picked up a black marking pen and put a big "W" in the bottom square of October 1st slot. 
"OK Wade, go shower and get dressed." Was all that she had to say to me. 
That is the way it went day in and day out. Some days I was wet and some days dry. On October 23rd. mom marked another big "W" on the calendar, looked at me and said, "Wade, you have been wet eleven out of the last twenty-three days. I'm beginning to think that the doctor may have been right when she said that you are just being lazy. Even your little sister is doing better than you are. Please try harder." 
On Saturday the 25th of October I once agin woke up wet. After her usual greeting, Goldy waited for me to get out of bed. I started walking down the hall with Goldy hot on my heals. I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard voices. I slowed my walk an then stopped to listen. Mom was talking to Kathy. (Kathy was the girl who lived next door. We were in the same eighth grade class in school. We didn't like each other very much but mom was very fond of Kathy) I peeked around the corner. Kathy had Mary in her arms and she was telling Mary what a good girl she was for staying dry. Mary picked out a blue star and Kathy pasted it in the bottom half of the October 25th square. 
"That's not where it goes." Mary protested. "Thats' Wades spot." 
"Wades spot?" Kathy asked looking at my mom. 
Mom hesitated for a moment and then said, "Wade still wets the bed." This was one of the few times that mom ever told anyone outside the family that I wet the bed. She always tried to keep knowledge of my problem within the family. I could feel my cheeks go red. I was dying from embarrassment. 
"Really?" Kathy asked with a smirk on her face. "My five year old brother Ronnie still wets the bed. My mom makes him wear night diapers. Does Wade wear night diaper too?" 
"No." My mother replied. "Wade hasn't worn a diaper since he was three years old." 
I turned around with the intent of going back to my bedroom. Heather walked into the hall from her room. "Good morning Wade." She said. 
Mom heard the greeting and called, "Wade, come into the kitchen will you?" 
"MOM!" I protested. 
"Right now Wade." She insisted. 
I knew that any hesitation would be a mistake so I walked into the kitchen in my wet pajamas. Goldy was still on my heals. Kathy looked at me, saw the wet spot and stifled a giggle. Mom looked at me with a disappointed look and turned to Kathy. 
"Would you care to update the Star Chart?" Mom asked Kathy. 
"Sure, Mrs. Johnston. I would be glad to." Kathy said with glee. Turning to me, Kathy then said. "Let me see. There seems to be an error on the Start Chart. There is a blue star in your square and there should be a big "W". Isn't that right Wade?" She asked. 
I hesitated and mom interjected, "Answer her Wade." 
"Ye..ye..ye..yes." I stuttered. With that, Kathy pried the star off of the chart with her little fingernail and using a felt tip marking pen, marked my square with a big black "W". She then commedted on how may "W" I had on the chart and noted that Mary was doing better than I was. Kathy then put a new star in Mary's square. 
"Now go get showered and dressed for the day." Mom said. 
After my shower, I dressed and gathered up my wet nightclothes and sheets and made a beeline for the basement. Mom and Kathy were sitting at the kitchen table talking. Kathy stifled another giggle as I hurried by. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened for a moment. 
"My mom says its a lot less work to keep Ronnie in night diapers. Mom also says that as long as Ronnie wets the bed, he will be wearing diapers." Kathy said. "Mrs. Johnston, wouldn't it be a lot less trouble if you just put Wade back in night diapers?" 
"I considered putting Wade back in diapers in the past but at his age I don't think that diapers are an option." Mom responded. "Besides, Wade is close to stopping." Mom looked over at the Star Chart and sighed. She knew that what she had just said was nothing more than wishful thinking. 
Kathy got up and walked toward the door. She truned and said, "Goodbye Mrs Johnston." A second later Kathy stated, "I still think that if Wade is going to act like a baby that you should treat him like one and put him back in diapers." 
"Thank you Kathy." Mom said as Kathy closed the door behing her. 
"You bitch!" I hissed so that no one could hear. I took my load of wet things to the laundry room and then went back to my room to ponder what had just happened. 

end part III 

On the 31st of October, at approximately 5:00 PM, I was summoned to the kitchen. Mom, Mary, and Heather were there. The October Start Chart was being replaced with the November Chart. I noticed that the new chart was no longer divided into two squares. 
Mom began. "As you can see Wade, the dates on the chart are no longer divided in half. That is because Mary has now been dry for more than two weeks now and I think that she will stay dry from now on. Starting tomorrow, there will be no more diapers for Mary. She will be wearing big girl panties both day and night." Mom and heather congratulated Mary, gave her a hug and told her what a big girl she was. Mom also suggested (demanded actually) that I congratulate Mary too. (which I did) 
"You are now the sole owner of the Star Chart." Mom stated. "The rules for you have not changed. You will present yourself here every morning for pants inspection. Don't you feel real proud or yourself?" She asked. "And furthermore young man, you were wet sixteen out of thirty-one days in October. That's more than half of the time. Please try harder." Mom begged. "Because if you can't come to grips with your bedwetting problem, then I will." She threatened. 
Today is Saturdsy, November 15th. My dry bed success ratio has remained at a little less than 50%. Mary is doing very well, not one accident. Mom is very proud of her. She took what little savings we had and bought Mary a new bed. Mary's old crib and other baby items have been retired to the garage. 
The plastic sheet (weather balloon) has been driving me crazy. It has become stiff and hard. I have had a hard time sleepong on it. 
Last night I made a big mistake. I got angry because the plactic sheet had cut me again. I removed it from my bed and threw it on the floor. I then fell fast asleep and had an accident. This morning my mattress had a big wet spot in the middle of it. I tried to hide it from mom but she found it anyway. She was angerier than I have ever seen her. She had me haul my mattress out to the garage. It is leaning against Mary's old crib. I hope it will dry quickly. 
I had just finished cleaning up around the yard, keeping as much distance between my mom and myself as I could. After putting the garden tools back in the garage where they belonged I decided to check on my mattress. Just as I was feeling the wet spot, mom walked into the garage. 
Mom stared at me with a look that would make grown men quake. "Is it dry." She demanded. I hesitated and was about to answer her when Kathy walked into the garage. 
"Hello, Mrs. Johnston." Kathy greeted mom. "My mom wants to know if she can borrow a cup of flower." 
"Sure Kathy. Would you mind waiting for a moment? Wade and I have something to discuss." Mom said. 
"Not at all." Kathy responded. 
Mom thought for a moment and then turned to Kathy, "Look what my thirteen year old son has done to his mattress." Mom said pointing to the tell tail wet spot. 
Kathy's facial expression betrayed her contempt for my infantile behavour. She shook her head in discust but said nothing. 
Mom then turned her anger on me. "You know that you're not supposed to remove the plastic sheet from your bed. Now look what you've done. Don't you think it's about time that you stopped wetting the bed? Do you know how expensive it is to replace a mattress? Do you even care? Mom was on a roll. For the next five minutes she lectured me on everything that I had ever done wrong in my short life. Kathy was listening intently to what my mother was saying and at the same time, she was going through the sacks that were stacked on the crib. 
Finally, mom was beginning to simmer down. She was trying to find a punishment that would fit the crime. But she was so angry that she was having a difficult time finding the right words. 
"I should... I should... I should." Mom always stuttered when she was angry. It was equivalent to some of the other mothers calling their children by all three of their names. She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and then began again. "I should..." 
"Put him back in diapers!" Kathy interjected. 
Mom turned to look at Kathy. Kathy had found a sack that contained some of Mary's old cloth diapers. She was holding a handful of them out for my mother to take. 
Mom turned and looked at Kathy for a moment. Without saying a word, Kathy extended the hand holding the diapers towards my mom. 
"Why don't you mimd your own business? You bitch!" I almost shouted. 
For a moment, there was a silence so complete that you could have heard a pin drop. Mom looked at me with a shocked look on her face. Her facial expression then turned to one of rage. In less time that it takes to write this, a powerful slap from mom's right hand was delivered to the left side of my face. I reeled from the impact. Mom then grabbed my left hand with her right hand and started towards the house. Almost in midstride, mom changed direction and approached Kathy. Mom held out her left hand to Kathy. For a second there was a look of confusion on Kathy's face and then a look of understanding. A smile graced kathy's lips as she handed my mom a handfull of diapers. 

end of part IV 

The Star Chart (Part V) 

Just as quickly as we had changed direction one way, we reversed direction and entered the house. I was amazed at how strong my mother was. She pulled me along as effortlesly as she would have a toddler. We entered my room. 
"Take off your cloths and lay down on the floor." She commanded. 
I knew that this was no time to dawdle or argue so I complied without question. Glody was going nuts. Mom had never treated me this way before and Goldy didn't know how to act. Mom grabbed Goldy by her collar and told me that she was going to put her outside. As she left the room she looked over her shoulder and reiterated that if I knew what was good for me I wouldn't have anything on by the time she got back. 
About five minutes passed before mom reentered the room. she had two pink diaper pins in her mouth and she was folding a stack of diapers together. 
"Lay down." She muttered. Her speech muffled because of the diapers pins. 
"But mo..." I never finished the sentence. 
"Do as I tell you." Mom almost yelled. "And don't move." 
As I lay on the cold floor, mom finished folding the diapers together. She told me to lift my butt up and after doing so, she slipped the very thick diaper under my bottom. She instructed me to sit and I lowered myself onto the waiting diaper. She then drew the diaper up between my legs and pulled the left rear corner up over the left front corner and pinned them together. She then pulled the rear right corner up over the front right corner with such a force that it almost lifted me off of the floor. She then pinned the two right corners together. {Mom used to diaper Mary like this when she knew that she wasn't going to be able to change her diaper for a long period of time. It was not a good sign.) 
I burst into tears and mom said, "Stop that crying or I will really give you something to cry about." She helped me to my feet and sarcastically commented that it looked like her baby was well diapered. She took me by the hand, like any parent would do to a rebellious toddler, and we started walking towards the kitchen. 
As we reached the bathroom, mom stopped for a moment, looked at me with a vengeful look on her face and then pulled me inside. She sat me on the toilet seat and instructed me not to move. She then went over to the sink and started running water into the basin. Mom had her back to me so I couldn't tell what she was doing. 
"The diapers are for the wet mattress." She stated. "And this, young man, is for your bad language." Mom turned from the sink holding a lathered bar of soap in her hand. 
"No mom." I pleaded. "Please don't." I begged. "I'm really sorry for what I said." I sobbed. "It won't happen again." It was no use. Mom maneuvered herself into a position where my head was resting on her chest. She then tilted my head back slightly and ordered me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly. Mom tilted my head back a little further and demanded that I "Open Wide" She hissed this statement through clinched teeth. I did as I was told. Mom then thouroughly and vigorously washed my mouth out with the bar of soap. 
The entire process took only a few moments but it seemed like an eternity. After mom removed the bar of soap from my mouth, I coughed, gagged and almost vomited. 
I hadn't noticed the wet spot that had spread across the front of my diaper until mmom said. "It looks like I got you back in diapers just in time." When I realized that I had wet my diapers, I started bawling like a two year old. 
Mom then grabbed me by the hand and we continued our trip to the kitchen. I resisted her pull slightly and she delivered a swat to my diapered butt. I pleaded for her to let me wear something over my diapers so that no one else would see me like this. She responded by saying that I had been a member of the household long enough to know that most of the time, babies in this family wore nothing but diapers, tee shirts and baby pants. she then informed me that my status had been reduced from teenage son to baby boy. At this point, I could tell how useless resistance would be and followed her meekly. 
Heather, Mary and Kathy were in the kitchen. They all exploded with laughter when I toddled in with nothing on but a very thick wet baby diaper. Once they quieted down, mom explained to all of them what had happened and demanded that I apologize to Kathy for calling her names. "I'm sorry, Kathy." I stammered between sobs. Soapsuds dripped from my chin. Mom then took mercy on me and told me to go to my room for the rest of the day. As I was leaving the kitchen I heard mom ask Kathy if she would help her move some of the baby things back into the house. Kathy said that after she delivered the cup of flower that she had come over to borrow, she would be glad to. 

end part V
The Star Chart (part VI) 

I went to my room and cried for a long time. Finally, I wrapped myself up in a blanket and fell asleep on the floor. I was startled from my slumber by someone entering the room. Night had fallen and the room was dark. "Wade?" Mom asked in a cold and aloof manner as she swithced on the overhead light. "I checked your mattress and it is dry. Please move it back into your bedroom." 

I reached my feet in a slow and unsure manner. My stomach ached, my head hurt and my vision was blurred because of the sudden addition of light to the room. I shook my head to clear my visionn, wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and headed for the garage. As I passed by mom, she grabbed the blanket and took it from me. Our eyes met for a moment. I wanted to see something in her eyes that would give me a glimmer of hope. There was nothing. Her gaze was cold and hard. My chin dropped to my chest in shame. tears flowed from my eyes as freely as wine does at a French wedding. I continued to the garage. Kathy, Heather, and Mary were wathcing TV in the living room. Kathy said something as I toddled by but I was unable to tell what it was. Getting the mattress into my room was a bit of a struggle but I managed to do it. 

"Now make your bed and be sure to put the plastic sheet on it. I'll be back in a minute to check on you." Mom said as she left my room. I did as I was told. 

When mom reentered the room she was carrying a plastic bag, scissors and a roll of duct tape. She set these items on my dresser and then checked the bed. 

"OK, Wade, that will do nicely." She stated. 

"Mom?" I said meekly. 

"What do you want Wade?" She said impatiently. 

"I have to got to the bathroom." I whispered, dropping my head so that we would not make eye contact. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, mom took me by the hand and rushed me to the bathroom. When we got there, mom raised the toilet seat, removed one diaper pin, pulled my diaper down around my ankles and sat me on the toilet. "So go," She demanded. 

"Mom, " I said shyly. "I can't go with you standing there." 

"Wade, if you have to go, then go. You know that I don't leave babies alone in the bathroom." With that said, she took up a position just in front of me. Crossed her arms across her chest and began to tap her right foot impatiently. She then looked at me with a look that would have dried up an oasis. "Do you have to go or not?" She asked in a hostile tone. After another moment, mom took me by the arms and raised me to my feet. She then lifted the moist diaper from around my ankles and then pinned it aback in place. She took me by the hand, led me back to my bedroom and stood me by the bed. Mom then went over to my dresser, picked up the plastic bag that she had left there and diagonally cut both the corners off of the bottom of the bag. She then handed me the bag and instructed me to put it on. I placed each of my feet through one of the holes in the bag and then pulled it up like it was a pair of my shorts. Mom then came over with the duct tape and secured the bag in place with two quick turns around my waist. 
"That should do until we can get you the real thing." She mocked. "Now go to bed." 

I cried myself to sleep. 

end part VI


The Star Chart (part VII) 

Today is Saturday, December 20th. I have now been back in diapers for a little over a month. The December Star Chart indicates that my diapers have bbeen wet thirteen out of 20 days. When I get up in the morninng I have to go to the kitchen for a diaper check. If my diapres are dry, mom makes me pick out a star for the chart. If they are wet, she marks the chart with a "WD". She treats me just like I was three years old and uses the same cheers I watched her use with Mary. Sometimes Heather and Mary will jhoin in. I can't tell you how embarrassing it is to have my three-year-old sister congratulate me for haveing a dry diaper or for that matter criticizing me for having a wet one. Mom now insists that I refer to Mary and Heather as my "big sisters." My status has definitely been reduced to that of infant. 

When my diapers are dry, mom will remove the diaper pins, pin them together and give them back to me. I then toddle down the hall to my room in a diaper that is only being held in place by my baby pants. Once I get to my room, I remove the baby pants and put them on the bed. I then place the dry diaper on top of the baby pants and put the dipaer pins on top of the diaper. If I am wet, mom removes the diapers pins and keeps them. I toddle down the hall in a droopy diaper that is only being held in place by my baby pants. Once I get to my room, I remove the wet diaper and place it in the diaper pail that has found permanent residence in my room. I hang up the baby pants to dry and I head for the shower. After I am clean and dressed, I go to the kitchen and mom pins the diaper pins to my shirt. She told me that if anyone should ask me about the pins I am to tell them that they are for my night diapers and that this morning I woke up in a wet diaper. 

Kathy has told the entire class about my bedwetting and my return to diapers. She has also told everyone why I have diaper pins pinned to my shirt. Comments like diaper boy or diaper baby are common. The girls whisper and giggle when I walk by. The boys in my class want nothing to do with me and are just as unkind with their comments as the girls are. My status in school is no better than my status at home. Kathy told the girls in the school that if they ask me why I have diapers pins pinned to my shirt that I would have to tell them. 

One day a girl asked me about the pins and I refused to answer. I just walked away from her. Kathy told my mom about it and when I got hoem from school, mom spanked me, diapered me and made me spend the rest of the day in the playpen. Needless to say I now tell everyone who asks why I have diaper pins pinned to my shirt. 

Another weather balloon went down and we recovered enough plastic for a new plastic sheet. Mom took me down to the thrift store and I bought four pair of used super toddler baby pants for 15 cents each. I earned the money by selling pop bottles that I collected from along the roadside. It was really embarrassing when she held every pair of baby pants she found up against me to see if they would fit. With one small pair she also commented that she didn't think that they would fit over my diapers. Mom also found a pair of training pants in one of the bins. She held them up to look at them when a woman with a two year old in toe commented that, that's what she had been looking for. Mom held the training pants up in front of me for sizing purposes, turned to the woman and handed her the training pants saying that she didn't think her baby was quite ready for these. My face turned a bright red. The woman looked at me with an amused look on her face, thanked my mother and continued looking throught the bins. 

The woman at the register noticed my diaper pins and wanted to know if the baby pants were for me. Mom was right behind me so I had no other choice than to say "yes". Mom then spoke to the woman in a voice that was loud enough for everyone in the store to hear, "My son wets the bed like a two year old, so he wears diapers to bed like a bedwetting two year old." Laughter filled the store. The woman with the two year old was standing behind mom in the check out line. She looked at mom and asked, "Why don't you teach him a lesson and make him wear diapers all the time." I blushed and looked an mom apprehensively. She smiled at me, patted me gently on the rear and said, "Maybe I will." 

end part VII 
The Star Chart (part VIII)   My room now smells like a nursery. Baby powder and the smell of wet diapers fill the air. Goldy has relocated to Mary's room because of the smell. Mom kept adjusting the thickness of my diapers until she found a thickness that was functional for her "big baby." Mom folds eight Curity cloth diapers together to make one of my night diapers. She particularly likes the stretch style diapers. She tells me they fit very well and they seldom leak. The are so thick that they make me toddle like a toddler. One night I complained to mom and she told me that if I didn't like toddling, I could always crawl around the house im my diapers. Mom asked Kathy to tell her mother that she was right about diapers being less work thatn a wet bed.   At 7 O"clock sharp, each night, mom diapers me on the living room floor. She doesn't care who is there and when I complained about some of Heathers friends laughing at me she pointed out that babies aren't entitled to any privacy. And that all I had to do to get out of night diapers was to be dry every night for a week.  "It's entirely up to you Wade." She said. (She also pointed out that dydee boys my size deserve to be laughed at)   This morning I woke up wet again. As it is Saturday, I stayed in bed as long as I possibly could. Last Wednesday, mom told me that from now on if my night diaper was wet, I would have to stand in the corner for 30 minutes with nothing on but my wet diaper and think about how bad I had been. I got up and headed towards the kitchen. Mom wasn't there. I called down the hall to her and she said that she was busy and to let Mary check my diaper. Mary heard this and giggled. She started walking towards me and I backed away. There was no way I was going to let a three year old check my diaper. Mary complained to mom who said she didn't have time to deal with it. Just then the back door opened and in walked Kathy. Mary told her what was going on and mom asked Kathy if she would take care of the diaper check. the next thing I knew Kathy had her hand down the front of my diaper. "Mrs. Johnston" Kathy called. "Your baby is soaked." Both Mary and Kathy giggled at this comment and my face turned crimson.   "Kathy" mom called back. "Will you please handle this for me?" Kathy smiled at me with an evil grin and said, "Sure Mrs. Johnston."   Kathy then took me by the hand and led me to the corner. She looked me in the eye and said, "Your mom told me about the new rule." She then pulled my baby pants down around my ankloes exposing a very wet and saggy diaper.   "Your 30 minutes begin right now diaper boy." Kathy stated with a malevolent smirk on her face.   About 10 minutes of corner time had passed when I felt a certain rumbling way down in my stomach. After two more minutes I was sure, I had to poop. I called out to mom. "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom."   Mom called back and said that there was no reason for me to leave the corner. At the 15-minute mark I was doing a potty dance and knew that there was no way I was going to last for another 15 minutes. At 20 minutes the pressure was too much to stand. I squatted down slightly and completely filled my diaper with poop. A minute later, mom, Kathy, and Mary entered the lining room.   Kathy looked at the rear of my diaper, truned to my mother and said, "It looks like your diaper boy has a bulge in the rear of his diaper."   Mom looked at me in surprise and shock and asked, "Did you go poop in your didee little one?"   I didn't answer so mom came over and pulled the back of my diaper back and took a quick look. The smell alone answered her question. "You're right Kathy." Mom exclaimed. "My little one is a stinker." Mom and Kathy laughed at this and Mary giggled. With that, mom placed her hand on the back of my diaper right on top of the bulge. She pushed gently against the bulge.   "I'm really disappointed in you , Wade." Mom said. "I thought that I was trhough with diapers and now I find that I have a teenager with the potty habits of an untrained two year old.   Mom started talking again but was interrupted by Kathy. "Mrs. Johnston?" Kathy called from the kitchen. "How would you like me to enter this on Wades Start Chart?"   "Kathy," mom called out. "I only use a Star Chart when I am trying to potty train my kids and I don't think Wade is either ready or interested in being potty trained. Please take the chart down and throw it in the trash. As of today, Wade will be put back in diapers full time and he will wear then until he earns his big boy pants back."   I heard the Kathy giggle and heard the sound of the chart being torn from the refrigerator. I heard the lid on the trash can open and shut.   "Kathy?" Mom called.   "Yes Mrs. Johnston?" Kathy responded.   "How good are you at changing diapers?" Mom asked.   "My mom has me diaper and change Ronnie." Kathy stated proudly.   "I may be in need of a babysitter sometime soon. Are you interested?" Mom asked.   "I would be more than happy to sit for your "big baby" Mrs. Johnston." Kathy exclaimed placing emphasis on the words big baby.   I thought that I had been embarrassed in the past but this topped everything that I had ever experienced. I think I blushed from my head to my toe.   Mom laid me kown on the floor and removed my baby pants from around my ankles. She removed one of my diaper pins and then she pulled the droopy diaper so tight that I was physically lifted off of the floor. Before any of the tension could be lost, she expertly pinned the diaper in place.   She stood me up and removed my t-shirt. All I had on was a very wet and dirty diaper and it was apparent that I would be in it for some time. She pressed my nose into the corner and told me not to move until she told me I could.   Silent tears overflowed from my eyes and fell to the carpet. What little pride I had left, had been stripped away and replaced with a white badge of shame. I had no idea how long my baby treatment would last but I knew that from this day forward, my life would never again be the same.   And all of this because of that damn Star Chart.