The diapered girl paused momentarily to process the voice from the sky. In the darkness the events of the night before slowly began to seep back into the beautiful tall twelve-year-old’s mind. She recalled her embarrassment of having to be diapered by her mother and the increasing shame of having to waddle around wearing the thick undergarment up and down the hospital corridors. She remembered getting wired up and then the odd phone conversation with Alex – and my confession!
She recalled some of the instructions given during the night from the strange speaker in the ceiling – the glowing red lights in the corner and the eerie video cameras.