Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
When I first met Will, his shy smile and gentle humor eclipsed the fact that he wore diapers pretty much 24/7. At first, I felt a protective tenderness and learned how to change him in the privacy of his apartment, treating the routine with the same care I would give any other part of his life. As weeks turned into months, however, the novelty dissolved into a persistent ache of embarrassment that settled deep in my chest.
Friends would ask about our weekend plans and I would watch Will fidget. The diapers, once an invisible safeguard, began to feel like a visible mark of inadequacy that I could not hide from strangers or even from my own family. I caught myself glancing at the tiny outline of his diaper, wondering whether anyone could sense the sogginess or even the dampness that occasionally leaked through his pants when he was excited.