An Old Problem – Chapter Three
I felt like a silly little kid wetting myself in front of mum. She saw I was shaking, did she know I was peeing my pants as well?
“Mum, I’ve, I’ve… er… I need to go and change.” I said – guilt and shame making me blush furiously.
“Oh sweetheart, have you had an accident?” She asked with such love and concern.
I nodded.
“OK, let’s get you changed and see if there’s anything else we can use.”
We got to my room and mum immediately went to rummage through the box again. This time the large white squares of material were spread on the bed as she checked them out.
“Look love, get out of that pull-up… clean yourself and come back as soon as you can and let’s get this sorted quickly otherwise you’ll end up missing the bus.”
I went to the bathroom and shrugged down my pants. The pull-up had done quite a good job of soaking up the piss and I was quite impressed that it had absorbed so much liquid. I hadn’t noticed before but the material was still quite warm so I paused a moment before I pulled them off.
As I ran my hands over it I began to appreciate what a fantastic invention they were. I was quite proud of the bulge the engorged padding had given me and, as I patted it, how solid that area had become. It was a strange mix of feelings – gratified I had large manly bulge whilst being childish for soaking myself… also the pull-up had a cartoon image of a boy skateboarding on it… Jeez.
I heard mum calling and rushing me to get a move on so I stepped out of it, grabbed a sponge and quickly wiped myself down and then, with trousers in one hand but otherwise dressed smartly in a shirt and tie, made my way back to where mum was still fiddling with various items laid out on the bed.
“Sorry love but we’re going to have to improvise a little bit and I’m not sure you’re going to like it but…”
I could see what she was hinting at… those large fabric squares were now folded into a tell-tale shape… I was going to be wearing a nappy.
“Mummm.” I was using the tone which even to me sounded quite juvenile.
“Look love, I’ll get something better when I can get to town but in the meantime, and to give you at least a modicum of security, I think it’s best to use something that has been tried and tested before and proved effective.”
It’s true. There had been a few times, and at various ages, when I’d had need of a nappy so it wasn’t an alien concept for me to have to wear one now. However, I’M EIGHTEEN so surely…
“But mum,” there was that childish moan again, “a nappy? Surely there’s something…?”
“If there was then I would have suggested it,” she interrupted with an edge.
Just then Jenny appeared at the door yawning and stretching.
“What time is it… am I late for school?”
“No darling, sorry, just getting your brother off to work, I’m afraid he had another bad night… the old problem.”
“Sorry to hear that.” She yawned again. “OK, I’ll get up in a minute.”
“Go back to sleep love… if you want you can have another hour…”
“’S ok… I’m awake now…” and wandered back to her room.
I’d stood there, naked from the waist down and my sister never batted an eyelid. She hadn’t queried the box or the fact that we’d just been talking about me wearing a nappy… the situation seemed so bizarre.
“Let’s get you into this and then you can get off to work.”
“Mum I can’t be seen wearing a nappy to work, I’ll just wear another pull-up I’m sure I’ll be OK.”
“Well you might think you’ll be OK but from past experience… you know you can’t guarantee anything. So, for your own good, let’s make it something that will save any embarrassment.”
“Don’t you think wearing a nappy to work will be embarrassing in itself?”
“Look, I’m not arguing with you… so wear what you want but I think you’ll feel better knowing that should you have an accident at least everything will be contained. It’s up to you.”
Mum was looking at me as if to say ‘your move’ but, even though I really didn’t want to, I think she was probably right and a nappy would be best.
#
There had been times over the two years since I got the job that, although I’m quite settled and competent, I felt that I’m still a little kid only playing at being grown up. It’s not something I exhibit, well at least I don’t think so, but sometimes, in my head, there’s a voice that’s saying what a lucky boy I am. Where that voice comes from, or who said it, I have no idea but, and I won’t admit this to anyone but occasionally in the office I have to rush to the toilet and check I haven’t wet my underpants. Sometimes I have.
“OK, let’s get that nappy on.” I said pretending it was my decision.
“Good choice love… now lie out on this towel and I’ll rub in some cream and a bit of powder and we’ll be done in seconds.”
As I lay out on the soft material my thoughts returned to when I last needed this. I had just finished school and was nervous about the new job I was starting. For a couple of weeks before and another few after I commenced, I woke up wet. I was anxious and embarrassed but my parents were quick to make sure I adopted a ‘safety first’ way of thinking.
“You need to wear protection when you go to bed.” They both chorused, so I had little option. First it had been pull-ups but once I started work for some reason I needed extra protection at night. “Back to nappies until you’ve had several dry nights in a row” was the rule.
At that time mum introduced me to terry cotton nappies and promised that once she pulled the ends of material together, pinned it on tightly and added a nice pair of vinyl pants – I’d be as ‘Happy as Larry’, less anxious and all my worries would fade away.
“A nappy is not your enemy… it’s a very good friend. Learn to appreciate that it’s you it’s protecting.”
Mum made it sound so positive when I was sixteen and she was doing the same now at eighteen.
She was as good as her word and had me tightly bound in moments. She also found another pair of plastic pants hidden at the bottom of the box but struggled to pull them up because they were too tight to go over the bulk. However, after I got up and wriggled them around a bit they eventually had the fabric tightly contained.
“I know they’re a bit constricting… but they’ll hold everything in quite well so you’ll just have to put up with them for now.”
Once I’d pulled my trousers up the bulge didn’t seem so bad although I certainly knew I was wearing a hefty piece of underwear.
#
I sat on the bus into town conscious of the fact that I was, at eighteen, wearing a nappy to work. I had mixed feelings because, although I felt silly at being reduced to this, the padding was strangely comforting. The tight plastic pants keeping everything tidy also provided a sort of soft silky hug with each slight movement. There was a soft rustle but I didn’t think many would notice, and again, I found it quite reassuring.
Mind you, the rounded, but nonetheless, impressive mound in the front of my trousers fascinated me. I couldn’t stop prodding or squeezing it until I saw an old lady looking across from the seat opposite and she wasn’t very pleased. There isn’t much you can say in your defence and announcing it was only a nappy I’m not sure would have gone down any better. So, flushed with embarrassment, I stopped and looked out the window for the remainder of the ride.
The journey usually takes about twenty-five minutes but this much earlier time than I usually go had me outside the office well before 7.30, I hoped that would stand me in good stead.
Of course Mrs Dewhurst was already there and a couple of others. In fact, when I thought about it, there would only be the handful of us who were sent home last night, the rest would arrive at the usually time around nine.
“Morning Anthony, nice and early, thank you it’s much appreciated.” She said with a smile.
“Is everything running OK… nothing blow up I hope?” I added as I switched on the terminal.
“All tickety-boo. OK guys and gals… fresh coffee and doughnuts for those who need a sugar fix over there.” She pointed to full percolator and large box of Krispy Kremes.
Everyone made a beeline straight for the treats.
“Oh Anthony… hope you got home alright last night?” She said when no one else was nearby.
I was ill at ease that she was bringing up the subject but nervously nodded, hoping against hope that she didn’t notice the padding in my trousers.
“Good good…” and toddled off back into her office.
Armed with the welcome refreshments I waddled back to my desk and settled in to catch up on the project – my security confirming padding making its presence felt. However, ignoring its tightness, by 9.30 we were well into it and by almost eleven Phil, the ‘Initiative Manager’, was compiling the finished assignment for Mrs Dewhurst’s official clearance. Meanwhile, other, normal day-to-day stuff had to be done but that was so much less intense.
The task passed approval and Mrs Dewhurst came out and thanked us all for such sterling work.
#
At just after 12.30 I had a visitor. Mum, armed with loads of bags, came into the office to check I was OK.
“Mummm.” It seemed I couldn’t stop myself from that childish whine.
“It’s OK love I’m just here to let you know I’ve got everything and to see if you’re coping alright with…?” She nodded towards my crotch.
“Mum,” The entire office was looking in my direction and I saw Mrs Dewhurst come out to see if there was something she should know about. No one had met my mother before so they weren’t sure who she was.
“Everybody this is my mum… mum this is everybody.” I said breathing out and wishing I’d had warning she was going to drop in.
“Hi Mrs Turner,” some said in acknowledgement.
Once that was over, everyone returned to work except Mrs Dewhurst, who came to introduce herself properly.
“Hello, Mrs Turner I’m Paula Dewhurst… I’m your son’s supervisor.”
“Hello Mrs Dewhurst…”
“Paula.”
“Paula… pleased to meet you… Anthony speaks very We
“Actually Mrs Turner…”
“Mary please.”
“Mary… could I have a word in my office?”
Mum’s smile remained as she followed Paula but I could tell she was a bit worried about what was about to take place. The door closed and I was left sitting at my desk anxious about what these two women would be telling each other. I desperately wanted to sneak up and listen but that couldn’t happen in our open plan office.
“That doesn’t augur well.” Deidre who sits next to me had a grimace on her face.
I just sighed and shrugged I just wish mum had gone straight home rather than call in to check on me.
Suddenly my nappy felt tight and restrictive and it was only then I realised I’d wet it.
“Bloody hell.”
#
As she took the offered seat Mary asked anxiously. “Is everything alright… have I broken a rule about visiting my son?”
“No, no, nothing like that… it’s just, well a little delicate.”
Paula was half hoping the Mrs Turner would automatically know what she was hinting at but then realised what a sensitive subject it might be for all concerned.
“It’s about Anthony’s little accident yesterday.” She almost whispered.
“Thank heaven for that,” Mary looked relieved and then a little guilty. “I mean, I thought it was about something terrible… sorry… I mean I thought he might be fired for some misdemeanour…”
“Well, look, er, um…” Paula was trying to find the correct words. “Yesterday… in the office… he wet his pants twice.”
She searched Mary’s expression to see if she knew.
“Oh.” She hadn’t known it had been twice.
“Of course, it isn’t a cause for dismissal, heavens no, but I was just wondering if, well, if there was anything we could do here at the office to help.”
“Well, it’s an old problem… you see my son gets scared by thunder storms and witnessed a particularly bad one over the weekend that produced an old problem of an uncontrollable bladder.”
She looked to see if Mrs Dewhurst understood.
“We have no idea why he should… but he does… and sometimes that weakened state can last for quite some time. I think Anthony thought at his age he was over such a reaction.” Now she’d started speaking it all just flooded out. “However, the same happened at home and as of today he’s back to wearing more robust protection.”
The conversation carried on for a good ten minutes where Mrs Dewhurst said she was conversant with parts of Mary’s story as her daughter also had a similar problem.
They discussed their past and present means of containing the dilemma and both seemed to agree that a firm insistence on thick protection was the best first step.
“I get my daughter into a disposable at the earliest opportunity,” Paula smiled.
“We used to do that but, as we never know how long it will last… it can end up expensive so we put him back into these…”
She opened one of the huge bags she had with her and took out a couple of hefty terry cotton squares.
“I’ve had to buy some new ones today but… ummm… I’m not sure how you feel about this but… do you think I could leave a couple here for him to change into?” Unsure she looked up into Paula’s eyes. “I mean, he’s hopeless at changing himself but at least he’d have something spare here should he need it. Sitting at his desk in a wet nappy is not going to be good for him.”
“No, I don’t suppose it would.” A little off-guard Paula agreed. “Perhaps you could leave a couple of disposables instead… I’m only thinking out loud… trying to keep the poor lad from too much embarrassment.”
“Well,” Mary sounded disappointed, “if you think that would be better… I think her prefers fabric because that’s what we’ve got him used to but…”
“No, no, no… I’m sorry… of course, if you think these fabric nappies are best then…”
“Look I have extra pins, powder, cream and plastic pants. I could leave a supply here with you and then…”
“Wouldn’t he be embarrassed coming to me for his supplies?”
“I think he’d be more upset if his work colleagues knew about his problem.”
“Mmmm, yes, I can see that.”
“He always speaks highly of you and, I hope I’m not being out of line here but… he sees you as his surrogate mother anyway.”
“Oh.” It was Paula’s turn to be a bit disappointed.
Mary was quickly in. “I mean he always speaks well of you and says how fantastic it is to work alongside you. Quite simply he’s in awe and has the utmost respect for you and your position. Please don’t take what I say the wrong way but he idolises you.”
Mrs Dewhurst thought for a moment. She couldn’t help that the unsolicited praise had struck a welcome and surprising motherly chord.
“You say he’s hopeless at changing his own nappy so…”
“Afraid so. It’s one of those things he’s just not got a handle on with any degree of success. I think he excels in other areas.” She gave a hopeful shrug.
“He’s very competent when it comes to anything here at work. He and I have developed a few new systems…”
“Well, to be honest I think that’s what he needs… the firm encouragement of a woman who knows what taking charge is all about. AND, although I know I’m asking a lot, it would mean a great deal to know he was being looked after right here at work.”
There were a few moments silence as the women ruminated on their conversation. Anthony wasn’t a child and this wasn’t a kindergarten but was in a vulnerable position if he couldn’t help wetting himself. No one wanted this eighteen year old to be embarrassed at work and although precautions would be taken… perhaps it would put minds at rest if a resolution was found and agreed to.
Mrs Dewhurst sat up at her desk for a moment deliberating. “Well, I have to admit, after yesterday I did feel sorry for the poor boy… and lending him one of my Tena…”
“Ah yes, thank you for that and,” Mary delved into her bag and brought out a colourful box, “Anthony insisted that I get you these as a thank you for being so considerate. He really appreciated your thoughtfulness.”
“Roses chocolates, my favourite.”
“I don’t think there are many women who can refuse a box of these. I know I can’t they last a couple of days at most in our house… and it’s mainly me who eats them.” She chuckled at her little self-deprecating comment.
Meanwhile, although the chocolates had been a slight distraction Paula was still unconvinced by this unconventional solution.
“Are you sure he’ll go for me changing him?”
Mary allowed herself a little smile.
“Just be firm, as if he was your daughter, because you know what’s best for him and…” she fondled the nappy material that was draped over her knee, “he will do as he’s told. A strong insistence and I’ve never known Anthony either answer back or not do as he’d told. He absolutely hates confrontation of any kind.”
“So, unlike my daughter… at thirteen she’s as argumentative as anything… it can get a little waring at times.”
“Well I can assure you that’s not Anthony. He’d be more embarrassed at causing a scene than having a nappy changed.” She thought for a moment, “and I would suspect be more than grateful to be relieved of a wet nappy and have a dry one instead. However, I know this isn’t something you’d be expected to consider as part of your working day so I’ll understand if I’m asking too much.”
Again there were another few moments of silence but although Mary knew she was asking a great deal hoped her son’s boss would agree. If not, then Anthony would have to struggle through it on his own.
Mary looked at her watch.
“Sorry Mrs… erm… Paula, I’m taking up far too much of your time and I’m sure you have better things to do than worry about my son.”
“Actually Mary, it’s been wonderful to speak with you and you’ve given me a different perspective on Anthony so, why don’t you leave those things and I’ll do what I can.”
“Well that’s incredibly thoughtful of you. Anthony always says you are very, very kind so thank you from both of us. I hope it’s not going to be too much trouble.”
“We’ll see… er…. um… we don’t know how long his problem will last do we?”
“No, that’s correct, but the storm was quite intense and he saw a strike on a tree not far from our house so… this is a new intensity and we’re really just preparing for the worst but hope for the best.”
Mrs Dewhurst nodded in agreement.
“I’m sure that despite the occasional wet nappy, it really won’t interfere with his work…”
“No it hasn’t so far so I suppose that’s a good thing.”
Mrs Turner folded the spare items on Mrs Dewhurst desk, together with the creams, pins and powder. She than slipped a packet of plastic pants on top.
“There are three pairs in that packet… luckily they were in a sale so I went mad and bought a few packs… they should be large enough to keep him snug and safe once he’s been changed.”
“OK, well thank you for coming in and bringing me up to date on Anthony. I’m sure we can work some process out that will keep him safe, secure and dry.” She said as she ran her hand over the pile of soft fabric on her desk.
“Well thank you for being so understanding. Anyway, I’d better get off and thanks again.”
Mrs Dewhurst led her out and with a wave to her son, and whilst hauling those huge bags, Mary hurried from the office.
The End of An Old Problem – Chapter Three.
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