Two Thousand Miles In Diapers

Two Thousand Miles In Diapers

Jeremy was a fifteen-year-old boy with a weak bladder. He was able to get to bathrooms easily enough during the day, but at night he had to wear diapers. Every night he would get several thick layers of cloth tightly pinned around his body and then wear big, bulky, noisy plastic pants over them. He wore no pajamas, just the shirt he had been wearing that day and his diapers. He didn’t like having his sixteen-year-old sister Jody see him every night in diapers, but he was used to it as was she, especially since they had to share the same bedroom in their small rental house.

As their mother often had to work long hours on the swing shift at the nearby diner, Jody often had to diaper him up every night. Their father put in long hours at his job, too and was rarely home to see the kids for more than a couple hours before they had to go to bed. Most of the time Jeremy was already in his diapers by the time his father came home.

Jeremy and Jody were both born and raised in suburban New York City. Jeremy was in the eight grade and his sister was in the ninth grade. When Jeremy got to school he dealt with many of the same problems the inner city kids faced in their schools. The bathroom was a dreadful place, for one thing. Kids would go in there to buy and sell drugs and cause trouble for the others who just needed to take a leak or a dump. Jeremy hated walking into the bathrooms, but he had to either use them or he would pee his pants.