SherriLil
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My brother reminded me with an offhand remark of someone who's plight, I believe, informed at least some of my emotional landscape as a kid. We were discussing a case that's in the papers where the local Child Services department got called on the carpet during a government audit for a case where a kid was left in abusive circumstances despite warning signs, and the police eventually became involved. One of the things referred to in the case was the kid, from age 7 - 10, sometimes came to school in pull-ups, and, he ended up suffering a major UTI that spread to his kidneys and left him in a catatonic state. When the cops went to the apartment where he lived, they found squaller, including soiled pull-ups all over the place. The kid was put into a foster placement and is reportedly doing well.
In the process of discussing the case, my brother asked me if I remembered [removed]. [removed] was a kid we went to school with, who was in my class in maybe grade 1 -3. Here's the thing - [removed] was playing in the schoolyard and he bent over and someone said that he had a diaper on. Another kid then tried to pants him, which was prevented by other kids, but not before his pants got hauled partway down, which appeared to suggest that he had a diaper on under underwear. The kids involved got dragged down to the office and yelled at, and [removed] went home, and came back a day or two later. But, from then, onward, until I lost track of him - I'm not sure if he moved away or if we just weren't in the same class anymore - people whispered "[removed] wears diapers" behind his back.
That was during a time when I wore diapers to bed, and, my brother and my sister, both of whom attended the same school I did, knew about it, of course. So, I was terrified of meeting the same fate. The idea of being "outed" generated dramatically outsized anxiety in me. I lived in fear of my brother having a friend over to our house, and deciding to dig through my closet for a toy, for example, because of course there was usually a box of diapers in there. Or, if one of my friends dropped by, I'd leave them standing by the door awkwardly while I streaked upstairs to throw blankets on top of the diaper box. I'd take the bathroom garbage can, if it had a diaper in it, and put it in the bathtub and pull the curtain over it. I'd threaten my brother with violence if he made any wisecracks. My sister I couldn't intimidate, so I'd beg my mom to please, please warn her that she'll be in trouble if she tells anyone. [removed]'s living example dominated my psyche for a couple of years. So, when my brother asked me if I remembered him, I immediately did - and I realized I hadn't thought about him in years.
[removed] of East York, Ontario, if you're out there, and you're reading this, I'm sorry for what happened to you. I didn't really participate, but I didn't throw you a lifeline, either - I was just glad it was someone else. I hope you turned out okay. If I could go back, I'd like to think I'd stand next to you, rather than gawk from the sidelines. My apologies.
[name removed] ~KitsuneFox
In the process of discussing the case, my brother asked me if I remembered [removed]. [removed] was a kid we went to school with, who was in my class in maybe grade 1 -3. Here's the thing - [removed] was playing in the schoolyard and he bent over and someone said that he had a diaper on. Another kid then tried to pants him, which was prevented by other kids, but not before his pants got hauled partway down, which appeared to suggest that he had a diaper on under underwear. The kids involved got dragged down to the office and yelled at, and [removed] went home, and came back a day or two later. But, from then, onward, until I lost track of him - I'm not sure if he moved away or if we just weren't in the same class anymore - people whispered "[removed] wears diapers" behind his back.
That was during a time when I wore diapers to bed, and, my brother and my sister, both of whom attended the same school I did, knew about it, of course. So, I was terrified of meeting the same fate. The idea of being "outed" generated dramatically outsized anxiety in me. I lived in fear of my brother having a friend over to our house, and deciding to dig through my closet for a toy, for example, because of course there was usually a box of diapers in there. Or, if one of my friends dropped by, I'd leave them standing by the door awkwardly while I streaked upstairs to throw blankets on top of the diaper box. I'd take the bathroom garbage can, if it had a diaper in it, and put it in the bathtub and pull the curtain over it. I'd threaten my brother with violence if he made any wisecracks. My sister I couldn't intimidate, so I'd beg my mom to please, please warn her that she'll be in trouble if she tells anyone. [removed]'s living example dominated my psyche for a couple of years. So, when my brother asked me if I remembered him, I immediately did - and I realized I hadn't thought about him in years.
[removed] of East York, Ontario, if you're out there, and you're reading this, I'm sorry for what happened to you. I didn't really participate, but I didn't throw you a lifeline, either - I was just glad it was someone else. I hope you turned out okay. If I could go back, I'd like to think I'd stand next to you, rather than gawk from the sidelines. My apologies.
[name removed] ~KitsuneFox
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