A LETTER FROM JOSH:

Well, one more short week of school and it’s out for summer. Well, normally I would really be looking forward to this event, but with the threat made by mom and dad a few weeks ago about the full baby treatment? I’m really not sure what to make of it. I’ve been trying to keep a low profile around them. Nothing more has been mentioned about it, fortunately.

Joey, on the other hand, has been going through a lot of problems with his parents. His dad is back to spanking him every time he wet the bed, and, like me it’s almost every night, but like he said at least they backed off of the full-time diapers for him. Now all he has to figure out is how to make those spankings less painful.

I guess my driving this summer is a goner. Though. Dad ripped up my permit and said when I can stay dry then he will let me get another permit, quite an incentive. I just don’t know how to achieve it..... I’m really trying.... I am.....

You know, I have been thinking about this punishment since they sounded so serious about it, I mean, I’m already in full-time diapers— what more could they

do?

Well, maybe if I just don’t mention anything about it they will forget about it?

Sorry this is so short but I’ll let you know what happens when school get out.

Josh

(continued)

Hi guys, it’s Thursday and school is out tomorrow, so far so good. Mom and dad haven’t said a word and it seems like they have forgotten about the threat. Whew.

We just had our team pictures taken and the camera guy had to take it twice since one of the swimming comedians held up a “Little Swimmers” package over my head for the first shot. The coach caught him in time and they had to re shoot. All and all things went pretty good this year, guess it could of been worse. Poor Joey is really hurting, getting paddled every day. I know my dad tried it years ago with me and just gave up after seeing it was doing no good at all.

Well, I better be turning off this computer before I get called up to bed. It’s almost 8:00. Hey, don’t laugh; for awhile it was 7:30. I’ll take what I can get. There’s mom calling now.

“Josh, what you doing on the computer so much?”

“Nothing, mom, just playing games.”

“OK, let me check your pants, Josh, before you get up in the crib.”

“Mom, you just changed me after my bath.” She then stuck her hand down the front of my diaper just like you would a toddler, man, I hate that.

“OK, up you go, Josh.” She pulled the sheet up over me and patted my butt and then pulled the crib rail up into position. “Night, night Josh, sleep good.”

“Night, mom.” She closed my door. It’s really hard to get to sleep when your not really tired. I’ve found sometimes I start rubbing myself through my baby pants and it feels real good, I guess, Well, I know I made stickies in them and once I do that I fall asleep really quick, night all.

Well, I only had a half day of school and that’s it. It passed very quickly and I got home about lunch time. Mom checked my pants and decided I wasn’t wet enough to change yet, so we ate lunch, and as usual I was put in my highchair. I took my usual nap in the afternoon and had dinner. I then headed off to use the computer.

“Josh,” I heard mom call.

“What, mom?”

“Come here, please.”

“OK, coming, Mom.” I entered the family room and Mom and Dad were both there.

“Sit down, Josh, we need to talk to you. Son, (my dad started) you did very well in school this year and we are very proud of you for that, BUT we still have the problem of your pissing the bed every night. We thought when we diapered you that it would have the effect of embarrassing you enough to stop, but that hasn’t happened. Well, we told you a couple of weeks ago that if you hadn’t stopped by summer vacation you would get the full baby treatment. You might of thought we had forgotten, but we just didn’t say anything so you could put all of your concentration of keeping dry. Your mom has kept track of your wetting for the last 2 weeks and you have only achieved 2 dry nights. Not very good for a 15-, well, almost 16-year-old, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yea, I guess not, dad. But what do you mean by ‘the baby treatment’?”

“Well, Josh this is what we expect:

(1) 24 hour diapers / NO toilet use

(2) Playpen play only / no playing big boy games

(3) NO TV except if someone else is with you and they turn it on

(4) NO computer use

“You, know, Josh, your mother has said you have been spending a lot of time on the computer and I found a link to Deeker, and when I looked it up it looked like some kind of diaper site, what is this all about?”

Well, I found it accidentally when I was on one time, dad.”

“Do you like wearing diapers, Josh?”

“NO, dad, you guys did this to me. Sometimes I don’t even know when I wet myself anymore.”

“Well, Josh, this full baby treatment is what this will fix you, and in a month or two we can potty train you all over again. You will be treated exactly like a 2 year old until we say so, do you understand Josh?”

“Man, this isn’t fair, dad. You mean I can’t even play with Joey this summer?”

“Well, only if we say so.”

So it started. Dad went with me to the computer room and erased the link to Deeker’s. Thankfully he didn’t find the letters I have been writing.

“Say good-bye to the computer, Josh,” he said while laughing.

BYE.