The threat didn’t hold much sway with me. I was already grounded. I basically never left the mobile home. Partly because mother didn’t ever want to take me anywhere, and partly because I didn’t have any outfits that really hid my diaper well enough for me to even be comfortable with asking to go somewhere in public. I was locked in my bedroom each night, not allowed to have any food or to use the toilet except at certain times. Yes, I legitimately had accidents, but I wasn’t allowed to change myself or be responsible for my own toileting needs.