I spent the balance of the morning watching TV with Gina. She sat on the couch while I sat on the floor in my diapers. I had another bowel movement about thirty minutes after breakfast and peed as well. Gina changed my diaper and left me to watch TV while she did her chores. The banker came by with the papers for me to sign and I was forced to see him while I was wearing nothing but a diaper. He looked at me in askance when he saw my attire, but he said nothing. Then Gina lead him into the kitchen to sit at the table while she carried me on her hip and sat me in my high chair for the interview. It was humiliating. He asked me a few questions about my financial history at the bank to identify me and then he gave me the papers to sign. When he was finished, he told me that from all appearances he would have no problem getting me one hundred percent disability. He was looking in the direction of the high chair and diaper as he said it, so I was pretty sure what he was referring to when he told me he was confidant that Social Security would honor my claim. I noticed him looking out of the corner of his eye at one of the baby bottles in the kitchen sink. I could just hear what he would saw about me at the bank when he returned. My reputation as a sane, competent adult was finished. He left and Gina returned me to the family room to pass my time watching TV.

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