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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 2:51 am
Several nights ago, something happened to me that hasnt happened in a long time. I woke up from a dream, and I was crying.
I can still remember the dream very clearly.
I had just walked into the house from outside. (what I was doing outside, I don’t know)
As I was wlking through the living room, the phone rang, and I answered it. It was my older sister who had called, and she went straight to taling about how she discovered a way that I could be cured of my diaper fetish. She obviously anticipated that my mom would be the one to pick up the phone, and rather than answer her, I hung up the phone. I went straight to my room, and several minutes later, my sistercalled back, this time my mom did answer the phone. I knew what was coming, and I just waited in my room for my parents to come in and talk to me. I waited for almost a half an hour before they came to talk to me. They told me that they talked it over, and it would be best for meif I were to go to a rehab facility of sorts that specialized in teens who still liked to wear diapers. (Though I’m 19, and they couldn’t legally do such a thing without my permission.)
Of course, I protested, but they said I didn’t have a choice.
Several days into my treatment, I showed a strong reluctance to give in to the wishes of the doctors and nurses who worked at the facilities. I was somehow resistant to most of the sedatives they had on hand, which made it increasingly difficult for them to get me to submit. It turned out that the head doctor at the fascility was the father of one of my close friends. After the first week, I overheard the head doctor talking to my parents. He told them that I was a lost cause, and if he were my father, and had he been given the chance, he would have never taken my home from the hospitol after my birth. The part that really hurt was that my own father agreed with him. After hearing this, I retreated to the far corner of the room, and just sat there, unable to comprehend what I heard. Shortly after, the three of them entered the room, and my dad asked me if I would like to leave for a bit to go see a movie. (He obviously had no idea I could hear him outside)
I told him that I would rather stay in the facility than go anywhere with a man who didn’t want me as his son. He was a bit shocked, but he quickly recovered, and told me, to my face, that he stood by what he said, and afterward, he left the room. My mom was crying, and she came over to me, kissed me on the forhead, and promissed me that she would try to get me out. Of course, she had no power to do so, because my dad was the one who signed all the papers to have me submitted, and only he could have me released, and he made it very clear that he wasn’t gonna let me leave till I was cured in his eyes.
As time went on, I became increasingly unstable mentally. My friends were allowed visiting hours, but it was never for very long. My friends, along with my mom, were the only people that managed to keep me sain, but even that would eventually change. After two months, I gave up on being able to leave. I stopped eating, and I couldn’t sleep. Even though I wouldn’t eat, I still had a strong will, and I would physically refuse food when given to me. I would even fight off nurses and doctors who tried to force feed me. Eventually, I became so week that I couldn’t move. And it was at this point that I was moved to a hospital. I had to be fed through a feeding tube, and for several days I lapsed in and out of slight commas, the last of which I didn’t wake up from. I had lost all will to live, and as a result, I died.
I woke up after that, my pillows and cheeks stained with tears, and as I reflected on the dream I had, I continued to cry.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 12:59 pm
awww ! crying Thats so sad !
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:20 pm
Good thing it was just a dream.
My father may be a jerk from time to time, but he would never do something so cruel to any of his children. Diaper fetish or not.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:16 pm
wow what the f o.0 thats a really scary dream and i hope it never happens to anyone
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:03 pm
That was a really sad dream. Like a nightmare. But think this: It could be reality, but it isnt. Nothing like that will ever happen. Have you had any more dreams like that lately?
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