littlebabyandy
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hi, i am autistic and infantile, i have never been out of nappies, as a adult i now know why, renal development delayed,
this is my story.
first 4 years of my life, i was the only child in the family, born in the 70's, terry square nappies and plastic pants, aged 3 mother tried to potty train me, i can remember my yellow potty well, some how i never got to know how to use it, there was in the family photograph album couple photos of me, aged 3, with the classic wet patch on the front of the trouser, i remember this, sitting on the bottom step of the staircase, wet trouser, mother finding me, been taken into the front living room, been forcible laid on the floor, mother came back in with a terries nappy, that was that,
aged 4, my baby brother was born, we shared everything, i have no memory of him, but i have memories, we shared nappies, plastic pants, bottles, playpen,
2 boys in nappies, always lines full of nappies outside drying,
fifth birthday, i remember this well, that morning waking up, running out into the back garden, only issue was, i was only in welly boots and a nappy, but it was a special day,
i was held back from entering school by my family doctor, because of my education lever and because i was not potty trained,
i started school at 6 years old, my family doctor told the education board to place me in with first year, playgroup, as i could not read or write and i was still in nappies,
(freedom of information) a letter was found, between my family doctor and mother, advising her to use disposable nappies on me at school,
first time i used pampers, came home from school, nappy changes was carried out on the living room floor, them mother would change me out of school uniform up stairs, yes next to my bed was a big purple box, after my bath, normal routine, bath, teeth, lay on the bed, terries nappy on, stand up, plastic pants on, pj's on, but this night was different, mother opened the purple box, got this white thing out and slid it under my bottom, them put my pj's on, this white thing felt weird, i remember my first accident, first night in pampers, half a sleep, i opened my bladder, i remember the feeling of pee running down the nappy, but where did it go to, remember i had only worn cloth before, that felt wet after an accident,
i remember playgroup lay out well, it was fenced off from the primary school with a small play area, hallway with coat pegs, to the left was reception class, to the right was younger children class, hallway had 2 rooms leading off it, left room was a toilet and the right room was nappy changing room, i went into the right class room, play shop in the far right corner, sand play and water play area to the right, story mat in the middle, quite corner to far left, table and chairs on the left, nappy changing room, education type storage unit on the right, sink on the back wall, wooden changing table on the left wall, hard plastic mat, inside the storage unit was bags of nappies, wet wipes, on top of the unit was box of gloves, opened wet wipes and the odd nappy, big grey bin sat in the left corner of the room and yellow bin bag,
as i only spoke in single syllabise, i attended speech therapy twice a week, every 3 months i attended the mother and child (wellchild) clinic, my doctor was very concerned about my development, i was first percentile height and weight, still in nappies, not speaking right, infantile behaviour, i remember these clinic visits, the nurse would measure my height then weigh me, them mother would under dress me, i would be placed on the bed, nappy off, nurse checked my skin,
by 7 years old, mental health was involved,
by 8 years old, i started to read and write, so i was moved to special needs unit,
8 years old was a big one for me, i started to understand about my bowel movements, i was very scared of using the big boys toilet, so it was my potty, i was still not dry, so still in nappies, by now, my doctor had put me on 2 different medicines, but i was not dry,
family routines, i was still only using a bottle until i was 5, then it was sissy cup in the day time, bottle in the mornings and night, i did not move on, as i have hyper sensitive to taste with a gag reflex, i worn a bib until 10 very messy eater, i was on reins until 5, then after a family holiday disease aged 6 on Looe beach, yes i lost my parents, that was it, same day, dragged into mothercare, reins purchased, fitted on in the store, so i was on reins until i was 10,
aged 12 years old, i underwent a cystoscopy to try and find out why i was still wet (by freedom of information, father placed a do not disclose order on my medical records, so i was not told why or what they did to me, cystoscopy was to check my bladder, findings was unconscious but put as neuro-type learning problem)
held back in primary school, entered special needs in secondary school aged 12,
disposable nappy at home, terries to bed, sent home at lunch time, changed into dry nappy,
aged 13, underwent, behavioural phycology and children's psychiatrist,
the night after seeing the psychiatrist, my world changed,
at home, mother invited me to come and sit on her lap, them she asked me, do you want to be a baby again,
the terms where clearly marked out,
my brother was now the oldest boy, he would get my bedroom,
i was in nappies, but i had to ask mother if i needed to open my bowels, that was on the potty,
everybody would be told, i was a baby,
i could not leave the house and could only play in the back garden (did not have any friends)
as my younger brother was now my older brother, my bath time was 6pm, mother washed me,
over the first week, bedroom swap, came home from school, postman pat, duvet cover, curtains and mat, walls painted pail blue, wooden baby gate on the door, my name on the door, toy box
first night, changed out of a wet nappy before tea, teatime, my bib came out again, dinner was served on my peter rabbit plate,
end of the 6 o`clock news, mother said, bath time, it shocked me,
mother ran the bath and washed me, then dried me off, powdered me, sent me down stairs naked, to my surprise father had one of his friends over, 13 year old boy naked,
this really shocked me, mother came down stairs, carried my pj's and a nappy, she dressed me ready for bed, in front of my fathers friend, no escape, you silly billy, mother said to me, uncle Trevor knows you're a baby, hour after my bath it was my bedtime, mother made me kiss uncle Trevor good night,
until i was 16 i was the baby of my family,
i remember, going shopping with mother, middle of marks & spencers i asked mother, as i needed to open my bowels, mother just looked at me, it's ok, your in a nappy,
holiday, hotel guest living room, mother dressed me ready for bed, one lady said, isn't he bit old for them, another holiday, car trip, mother changed my nappy, on the floor of the ladies toilets, no hiding,
i was removed from my family at 16 years old by a protection officer, placed in with a loving household, on arriving, inside the wardrove, was 2 bags of peadouce nappies, there was a bear by the pillow and a plastic sheet on the bed
this is my story.
first 4 years of my life, i was the only child in the family, born in the 70's, terry square nappies and plastic pants, aged 3 mother tried to potty train me, i can remember my yellow potty well, some how i never got to know how to use it, there was in the family photograph album couple photos of me, aged 3, with the classic wet patch on the front of the trouser, i remember this, sitting on the bottom step of the staircase, wet trouser, mother finding me, been taken into the front living room, been forcible laid on the floor, mother came back in with a terries nappy, that was that,
aged 4, my baby brother was born, we shared everything, i have no memory of him, but i have memories, we shared nappies, plastic pants, bottles, playpen,
2 boys in nappies, always lines full of nappies outside drying,
fifth birthday, i remember this well, that morning waking up, running out into the back garden, only issue was, i was only in welly boots and a nappy, but it was a special day,
i was held back from entering school by my family doctor, because of my education lever and because i was not potty trained,
i started school at 6 years old, my family doctor told the education board to place me in with first year, playgroup, as i could not read or write and i was still in nappies,
(freedom of information) a letter was found, between my family doctor and mother, advising her to use disposable nappies on me at school,
first time i used pampers, came home from school, nappy changes was carried out on the living room floor, them mother would change me out of school uniform up stairs, yes next to my bed was a big purple box, after my bath, normal routine, bath, teeth, lay on the bed, terries nappy on, stand up, plastic pants on, pj's on, but this night was different, mother opened the purple box, got this white thing out and slid it under my bottom, them put my pj's on, this white thing felt weird, i remember my first accident, first night in pampers, half a sleep, i opened my bladder, i remember the feeling of pee running down the nappy, but where did it go to, remember i had only worn cloth before, that felt wet after an accident,
i remember playgroup lay out well, it was fenced off from the primary school with a small play area, hallway with coat pegs, to the left was reception class, to the right was younger children class, hallway had 2 rooms leading off it, left room was a toilet and the right room was nappy changing room, i went into the right class room, play shop in the far right corner, sand play and water play area to the right, story mat in the middle, quite corner to far left, table and chairs on the left, nappy changing room, education type storage unit on the right, sink on the back wall, wooden changing table on the left wall, hard plastic mat, inside the storage unit was bags of nappies, wet wipes, on top of the unit was box of gloves, opened wet wipes and the odd nappy, big grey bin sat in the left corner of the room and yellow bin bag,
as i only spoke in single syllabise, i attended speech therapy twice a week, every 3 months i attended the mother and child (wellchild) clinic, my doctor was very concerned about my development, i was first percentile height and weight, still in nappies, not speaking right, infantile behaviour, i remember these clinic visits, the nurse would measure my height then weigh me, them mother would under dress me, i would be placed on the bed, nappy off, nurse checked my skin,
by 7 years old, mental health was involved,
by 8 years old, i started to read and write, so i was moved to special needs unit,
8 years old was a big one for me, i started to understand about my bowel movements, i was very scared of using the big boys toilet, so it was my potty, i was still not dry, so still in nappies, by now, my doctor had put me on 2 different medicines, but i was not dry,
family routines, i was still only using a bottle until i was 5, then it was sissy cup in the day time, bottle in the mornings and night, i did not move on, as i have hyper sensitive to taste with a gag reflex, i worn a bib until 10 very messy eater, i was on reins until 5, then after a family holiday disease aged 6 on Looe beach, yes i lost my parents, that was it, same day, dragged into mothercare, reins purchased, fitted on in the store, so i was on reins until i was 10,
aged 12 years old, i underwent a cystoscopy to try and find out why i was still wet (by freedom of information, father placed a do not disclose order on my medical records, so i was not told why or what they did to me, cystoscopy was to check my bladder, findings was unconscious but put as neuro-type learning problem)
held back in primary school, entered special needs in secondary school aged 12,
disposable nappy at home, terries to bed, sent home at lunch time, changed into dry nappy,
aged 13, underwent, behavioural phycology and children's psychiatrist,
the night after seeing the psychiatrist, my world changed,
at home, mother invited me to come and sit on her lap, them she asked me, do you want to be a baby again,
the terms where clearly marked out,
my brother was now the oldest boy, he would get my bedroom,
i was in nappies, but i had to ask mother if i needed to open my bowels, that was on the potty,
everybody would be told, i was a baby,
i could not leave the house and could only play in the back garden (did not have any friends)
as my younger brother was now my older brother, my bath time was 6pm, mother washed me,
over the first week, bedroom swap, came home from school, postman pat, duvet cover, curtains and mat, walls painted pail blue, wooden baby gate on the door, my name on the door, toy box
first night, changed out of a wet nappy before tea, teatime, my bib came out again, dinner was served on my peter rabbit plate,
end of the 6 o`clock news, mother said, bath time, it shocked me,
mother ran the bath and washed me, then dried me off, powdered me, sent me down stairs naked, to my surprise father had one of his friends over, 13 year old boy naked,
this really shocked me, mother came down stairs, carried my pj's and a nappy, she dressed me ready for bed, in front of my fathers friend, no escape, you silly billy, mother said to me, uncle Trevor knows you're a baby, hour after my bath it was my bedtime, mother made me kiss uncle Trevor good night,
until i was 16 i was the baby of my family,
i remember, going shopping with mother, middle of marks & spencers i asked mother, as i needed to open my bowels, mother just looked at me, it's ok, your in a nappy,
holiday, hotel guest living room, mother dressed me ready for bed, one lady said, isn't he bit old for them, another holiday, car trip, mother changed my nappy, on the floor of the ladies toilets, no hiding,
i was removed from my family at 16 years old by a protection officer, placed in with a loving household, on arriving, inside the wardrove, was 2 bags of peadouce nappies, there was a bear by the pillow and a plastic sheet on the bed
