About this deal
The only part that might have been better for her was the fact that her diaper had a cloth cover and mine didn't, so she didn't make a "crinkle" noise when she walked. Two of us have decided never to have kids ourselves because we doubt we can break the cycle of neglect and shitty parenting.
First, thank you Simon Foundation for allowing voices to be heard on what has been past stigmatized and silenced. But if it will make you feel better, I'll turn around," I answered, turning in the crib to face the wall. The real problem was that as long as Tina had been in the nursery, I was woken up each night when she got up and was able to use the potty. She spent the rest of the night in it, only taking it off when I told her she couldn’t wear it to school the next morning.
There was a ground-level basement window in the nursery, and the sun was shining through it in the afternoon to make it hot and too bright to actually get any sleep. I was up at 6:00 AM yesterday, dressed and ready for my assignment, and 24 hours later I’m tired, I’m wet, I’m in desperate need of a shower, and I’m ready for this week’s assignment to be over.
While I am gone, Pam is in charge, since she is the only one old enough and mature enough to be potty trained. I could see she had already changed into her pajamas, which turned out to be a nightie much like the one she had pulled out for me. You gotta take the diaper off," Tina now said, causing nearly identical expressions on Pam's and my faces. A long, long time ago I was given an assignment in response to some unnecessarily mean things that I’d said.
I won’t even talk about being forced to go to camp and pleading with my Mom not to indicate bedwetting or daywetting on the camp form (she didn’t. This caused a little concern to me, and made it easier for me to accept a plan Mom mentioned Thursday night. I wasn't allowed to rub my bottom, and the sting and eventual itch was almost as bad as the spanking itself - almost.