Sunday morning I woke to find I had messed in my diaper again. I cried to get Pauline’s attention for thirty minutes before she came in to change me. The irritation of the day before had developed into diaper rash during the night. I whimpered as she spread diaper cream thickly over the affected area and put me into a clean diaper. If this continued I would be diaper dependent by the end of the week. For that matter, I wasn’t altogether sure that I wasn’t diaper dependent then. She made me crawl to the kitchen where she fed me a huge bowl of sweetened oat bran for breakfast. I spent the rest of Sunday as Pauline’s baby. I peed and pooped in my diapers all day as if I was a baby again. On one occasion I wasn’t even aware that I had made a mess. I had been playing on my blanket and the poop had slipped out of me without any warning or sensation. When the odor reached Pauline, she got a clean diaper and knelt on the blanket beside me intending to change my diaper. I had gotten used to the smell of dirty diapers by this time and hadn’t noticed. I was surprised and embarrassed when, without a word, she made me lay on my back and proceeded to change me. I threw a temper tantrum in frustration and was soundly spanked with her hairbrush after Pauline had removed my diaper and cleaned my behind. I wept and mooned up at the mommy my wife had become, trying to beg her forgiveness with my expression alone.
Monday morning she cleaned me up and helped me get ready for work. I was allowed to walk and talk again, but I was acting irritable and petulant. When I went to the door to go to work, I had a bowel movement in my pants. I began to cry and Pauline offered to change me before I went to work. I told her I was never going to work again. I couldn’t face my colleagues knowing that any minute I might poop in my pants. I told her that as of that minute I was retired. We could live off of the income that my share of the patents that the Board had given me.
She was livid! She told me it might be six months before the income from my share started coming in. I refused. I told her that had no intention of ever going to work again. She told me if that was the way I felt I could stay home from work that day. She would call the lab and tell them I was sick. She insisted that I go and talk to my doctor about my incontinence. I agreed only to get her off my back. She took me back to my bedroom and took off my incontinent briefs and cleaned me up. Then she put me in diapers and a t-shirt to wear while she called the doctor for an emergency appointment. She was able to get an appointment for eleven o’clock. I spent the time watching the morning cartoons on TV while sitting on my blanket. At ten she came into the living room with one of my rompers in hand. I quailed at the thought of wearing rompers and diapers to see the doctor, but she told me that the decision had already been made. When I became stubborn and refused she got her hair brush and threatened to spank me until my bottom was blistered. I passively allowed her to dress me and off to the doctor’s office we went.
She escorted me into the psychiatrist’s office and explained how my behavior had regressed into the childish state which the doctor saw displayed before him. I listened silently as she told him how I started wetting my diapers at night and then during the day. She told him about my ‘poopy accidents’ in my diapers. He looked at me with an ill-disguised sympathy for my obvious illness. When she told him about my thumb sucking I almost choked. While I had been sitting there listening to Pauline vilify me, my hand had snuck up to my face and slipped my thumb in my mouth. I jerked it out quickly in embarrassment and shifted position on the sofa. The cloth of my overalls stuck to the fabric of the sofa putting strain on my crotch snaps. The snaps burst open at once and the seam parted to reveal the diaper I was wearing beneath. I was mortified. Pauline glanced over at the sound as smiled as she saw what had happened. She looked at the doctor as if to say, “See? Look at him! I was right, wasn’t I?”
