It hadn’t taken me long to discover that the pull-ups Aunt Lydia had left in my bedroom were completely insufficient for my needs. They fit me perfectly fine, but after a series of leaks the next day, I’d gone back to wearing the diapers the hospital had sent with me. I hadn’t liked that I had been stuck using them, but it was my only option at the moment. Aunt Lydia, bless her, had searched online and found some adult-sized pull-ups that worked much better. They were plain white, and though I would have preferred something cute, they did what they were needed to do.
My new pull-ups had finally arrived the other day. I felt way prouder of myself as I pulled them on than a teenage girl should feel, but it was a freedom I hadn’t experienced for a couple of years. After I had outgrown the usefulness of store-brand pull-ups, mother had often forced me to wear diapers when my bladder problems were at their worst, which, really was most of the time.
