The padding between my legs felt extra noticeable after that remark. Everyone in the room already knew about my incontinence, but that didn’t mean that it was fair for the attorney to bring it up and use it against me. I slumped down in the bench. It was one thing to know that everyone knew I was wearing a diaper; it was something entirely else for it to be rubbed in my face. But the insults from my mother’s attorney didn’t end with his remarks about my bladder problems. He claimed I had displayed anti-social behavior during group therapy and that my suicide attempt demonstrated that I wasn’t mentally stable.

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