Tiffany's Diaper Tales
                         Volume  II
                      By BabyInDiapers
                     Written 08/18/2009
                        Chapter 071


"Good morning pooey girl." Mommy said as she stood gazing down 
at me in my crib. "Mama" I said in my baby voice. She lowered 
the crib rail down and began to change my icky diaper. I 
sucked my thumb and held Mr. Fluffy as she tenderly wiped my 
little hiney. After my change she took out an outfit from my 
closet and proceeded to help me dress. I then waddled behind 
her out to the kitchen. Mommy helped me into my high chair and 
then began to spoon feed me.


Things began to change drastically during the first six weeks 
of school. My grades began to slip because I was not focused 
on school work at all. I had begun to drink on a regular basis 
as well as smoke marijuana on weekends. I was starting to stay 
out more and get into more trouble. Finally around the 
beginning of October I started having back-outs where I would 
not remember a stretch of time. Often I would be in a 
different place when I became aware again. At this point I had 
managed to keep all this from my parents. I spent more time 
with my drinking and drugging friends than with my true 
friends from church and the band. 


I was failing all of my classes due to my disinterest in 
school. I began to stress out more as I realized my grades 
would be coming home in a couple months. One night while mom and dad were out of town, I walked to the corner store and bought four 40 ounce bottles of strong beer. I sat in the bathroom drinking them. After the first two were in my system for about a half hour I stuck my finger down my throat and threw up the liquid. I then took scissors and began to cut off my lengthy blond hair then took my razor and began to shave my head completely. I got in the shower and shaved my legs.


Then I proceeded to guzzle the other two. I didn't bother to 
throw up any more. I was completely out of my mind and was 
walking around the house preparing my diaper bag and dressing 
in my favorite baby sleeper. I had on double cloth diapers as 
well. I walked out of the house with my diaper bag over my 
shoulder and wandered down some streets. I found a house of 
some people I knew from church and I laid there on the front 
porch. After a while I walked around back and found there 
screen door to the pool area was open.


I sat my diaper bag down. I knelt at the edge of the pool 
feeling the water on my hand and then just leaned forward and 
fell in. I went to the bottom and realized I was so drunk that 
I couldn't swim. I jumped up a few times to get gasps of air. 
A light turned on and as I jumped up to get air I saw a person 
out of the corner of my eye. I stood at the bottom of the deep 
end and decided to just sit down and relax because I was tired 
of trying to get to the surface. Just then a man jumped in the 
pool and grabbed me from up under my arms and pulled me to the 
surface. His wife stood there by the side as he lifted me so 
she could pull me the rest of the way out of the water.


With my head being shaven and wearing baby clothes, they did 
not recognize me at first. I started rambling about different 
people from church. I began to repeat over and over Laura's 
mom's cell phone number. They called it and minutes later the 
police came over. They had called the police because they did 
not know who might be out on there pool deck. The police 
realized that they knew who I was and Laura's mom came moments 
later. The police talked to me a moment or so and then 
recommended that someone take me to the psychiatric ward of 
the hospital.


Laura's mom was walking me out to her car. I was wobbly a bit. 
"My pacifier is in the pool." I mumbled. Laura's mom told me 
not to worry about it and that she'd get it back for me later. 
I sat my soaking wet bottom on the passenger seat and Laura's 
mom got in the other side. She took me to my house to get 
changed out of my wet clothes. I began to run around naked 
laughing at Laura's mommy. Finally she got me to calm down and 
let her diaper and dress me. The police were outside just 
wanting to check to see if things were going to be taken care 
of. I got back into Laura's mom's car and she proceeded to 
drive me to the hospital.


Along the way she tried to ask me what was going on. I told 
her I wanted to die in the pool. Laura's mom was quiet as we 
parked near the emergency room. She walked in with me and I 
signed myself into psychiatric care. In our state they keep 
you for 3 days minimum. I had to sit in a small room with a 
security guard for a few hours. It was early morning, about 
4:00 AM when Laura's mom left to go home. At this point I was 
crying. About a half hour later they put me in a wheel chair 
and took me to the fourth floor and down many hallways until 
we reached the nurses station at the psychiatric ward.


A nice lady asked me some questions about what happened and so 
on. I was so tired and I was crying. "I want to go to bed." I 
said. "Alright darling, we can get you into a bed in a few 
minutes." The nurse said. Finally they took me down a hall and 
opened the door to what would be my room for the next 3 days 
or so. I crawled under the covers and curled up and fell 
asleep. I hadn't even noticed my diaper was already soaked. 


When the day shift nurse came in to wake me up, she noticed 
right away that my bedding was soaked. Also I had pooped my 
diaper. She lowered the covers and saw for the first time that 
I was in diapers. She sighed and then asked me if I always 
wore diapers or if this was something the over-night nurses 
had put on me. I told her I always wore diapers. She then left 
the room and came back and then began to take off my diaper 
and clean me up. Then she took me to the bathroom and warmed 
the shower for me. I took off my soaking wet hospital gown and 
gave it to her. I then got in the shower and she closed the 
bathroom door slightly. 


After my shower I went out into my room and found a fresh 
disposable diaper and another hospital gown. I lie back down 
and fell asleep until another nurse came in and took my blood 
pressure and temperature. She told me breakfast was in 15 
minutes. I walked down the hallway and into a community room. 
I took a seat at a table. There was another woman there who 
was coloring. I looked down at the table. I was very shy and 
uneasy about being here. The girl slid a coloring book over to 
me. I hesitated before opening it. I thumbed through the pages 
and found a picture I wanted to color. I carefully ripped the 
page out of the coloring book. I then reached into the bin of 
crayons and began to color.


Breakfast was yucky but I was hungry so I ate as much of it as 
I could. We had group time where one of the psychologists 
would talk with us. Then we saw the main psychiatric doctor 
one on one to discuss the circumstances that had brought us to 
the psychiatric ward. After lunch I took another nap and woke 
up wet, but didn't leak. A nurse came in and changed me at the 
end of nap time. I then went back to coloring. It was pretty 
much what I did most of my time there.


I found a rocking chair in another room and brought it into 
the main room. I would curl up and rock in the rocking chair. 
I would eat meals in the rocking chair by pulling it up to the 
table. And I would color or watch TV in the rocking chair. 
Everyone knew that I was a big baby at this point. Being as I 
was in the crazy house, people were pretty open minded towards 
my condition.


One thing that struck me is that really, only a couple people 
seemed to be crazy. Most of them were in for suicide or 
substance abuse. As my time drew to an end I began to talk 
more with a couple women who I had befriended during my 
confinement at this boring place. Laura's mom came to get me 
on the day I was discharged. She took me to her house. I was 
able to talk to mom and dad who were out of town at the time. 
Tammy was in town, but not there the night that I went off the 
deep end. She came over to Laura's house and hugged me and 
cried. She felt bad for not being there that night. That night Tammy held me close while we lay in the crib. Mom and dad would be returning home the next afternoon.


"Tammy?" I asked quietly. "What honey?" "I, I've been really bad." I said as I started to cry. "You mean drinking yourself almost to death, or is something else going on Tiff?" She asked. "I fucked everything up Tammy. I am failing school. I have been smoking pot and drinking so much that I fucked up everything." I began to ball like the pathetic baby I was. As my tears subsided the warmth and love and acceptance of my big sis just seemed to ground me. "I knew something was going on with you babe. You know mom, dad, and I are here to help you. You'll get through this." She said while patting my tushie.


"I don't feel good." I said while laying my head against Tammy's chest. "Does my little sis need to make a poopie in her didees?" she asked while holding me. I nodded and then just filled my diaper. "I love you." I said as she just patted my diaper. I fell asleep. Later in the night she changed me and then we fell back asleep. I couldn't believe that I had fallen so far from God in the past weeks. I knew that the days ahead would be challenging but with my loving family there was no obstacle I couldn't overcome.