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LIFE CAN BE HELL Hello, I am in Italy and now. I am 14. My name is Giovanni. Myself is still in diapers all day and night for being incontinent since birth. I never had a day without them and never felt any urge before going in my diapers. I am in a boarding school because my parents are working outside very often and didn't want me to stay at home with the little one alone. My older siblings are also busy the whole week and there is a babysitter only for my little brother. Although almost all children at school, boarding school and in my relationship know that there are MEDICAL REASONS why I'm still in diapers. I'm often laughed at and laughed at while at school. I get called nasty names like skunk, poopie pants, diaper baby, stinker or so! This makes me cry very often. Than they really get going and mocking more because "only girls and babies cry"! Also my little brother - age 9 - does sometimes tease me. Usually we have a very good and loving relationship, but when he is in a bad mood, he mocks me sometimes too! �� My story is true and may show you a little how it is to be a 12 year old teenager in diapers (as I was two years ago). "Get up, little skunk!" the supervisor from out of school times of our class shouted in the morning when he entered the dormitory of our boarding school. I am still very sleepy and didn't realize he meant me in that minute. He came closer and pulled my blanket away. The laughter of the other "good" boys in the room woke me up more and I saw them standing around me. And in the same moment I realized that all of them will see my heavy loaded diaper - from both sides loaded. The other boys found it funny what the educator was doing with me right now! As often in such situations I started to cry and the laughter gets on and louder than before! "So get up and wait at the bathroom for the nurse to clean your stinky baby butt and put you in a fresh diaper". And all others went on doing the morning routine as fast as possible. "Breakfast is in twenty minutes!" Hesitating and shy, I got out of bed and noticed that not only my diaper, but also my pajamas was very wet. A very unpleasant odor of bowel movements and urine got into my nose and sadly I crept towards the washroom to wait for the changing nurse. To my great regret not only are our showers in this bathroom, but also the primary students of the boarding school. Of course they saw me in my wet and stinking clothes. They laughed - once again - half dead over me, the giant baby in his stinky diapers. Two other students from primary - 2nd and 4th grade - and one student from 5th grade - one year younger than I, who also often wet their beds, were already in the waiting area for the nurse. I knew they felt same like me and we four are constantly the target for mobbing and insults, exclusion and humiliation! Me and Steven, the fourth grader, are the only kids in diapers day and night. But Steven only wets his diapers. And I am the only one who poops them! We are what you may call best friends in this situation but sometimes the younger mocked me about soiling myself. After ten minutes the nurse came and called me into the changing area. This is an area in the bathroom with a big white bed like doctors have, the others call it changing table. There is a shelf with the night time diapers of the elementary students and one for Steven. In my shelf is diapers for the day and extra absorbent and thick for the night. In my place are also plastic pants, so you do not smell the stool during the day, so extreme. In another shelf there was baby cream, powder, wet baby wipes and large pads for the changing bed so it would not be contaminated with urine or stool. After cleaning and taking a shower I was ready for breakfast and went downstairs to the dining hall. As I walked in, everyone started to laugh and called names like "panty shitter", "bedwetter", "giant baby", "diaper stinker," and so on. I did as if I hadn't heard and went to the line for getting my tea, bread and butter and what else I want for breakfast. After that we had to go into our classes. During science I felt a lot of soft poop go into my diaper and almost in the same second my bladder was emptying with a hissing noise that I thought everybody must have heard! Next second I felt also some pee leaking out through the plastic pants but not even noticeable. "Mr. X! Gio baby went pee pee and poo poo in his cute baby diaper!" one boy behind me shouted. Mr. X came closer and asked me - in front of all other students!!! "Does our little baby need a fresh diaper? We will call the baby's nurse for changing our pinky and making him feel good again." Then he went to the hallway where we have a internal phone station and called the nurse. After that he told me to wait outside the class so my powerful smell would not offend the other kids. As you know by now I started crying again and went outside to my "changing seat" till I was brought to the nurses office. She removed my dirty diaper and told me to take a shower. After that I was diapered again and got another plastic pant for the first one got stains of my soft poop. I was sent than back to class. Next accident happened during gym class. I didn't realize that I wet my diaper before and while waiting for coming in charge to throw the basketball I - and not only I - heard something dripping on the floor. It started slow and silent but after seconds it got more and more and all could hear it. I was wetting extremely much and my diaper was full to capacity so it leaked! The dark wet spot on my red soccer shorts getting bigger and bigger and so too the puddle on the floor did! My face turned red and - you guessed it - tears ran down my cheeks! "Giovanni, call the janitor and the nurse to take this mess away! I can't believe that you're still such a baby! Shame on you!" Mr. Z was not very understanding, just like all others too. They always are humiliating me for a thing I couldn't control!! Nurse was in a hurry and so she asked if she could change me right in the locker room. My heart seemed to stand still and I was frightened by the crowd of the kids seeing my diaper changed in front of them. But the nurse calmed me down and closed the door between the locker room and the gym. She stripped away my wet shorts and underwear, opened the buttons of the plastic pants and untapped the diaper. "You are really soaked this time my little sunshine (she always calls me like this for calming me down and giving me a better and warm feeling of safety). Take a shower and I will control the crazy ones in the gym." Back from the shower I got a new diaper but she had no plastic pants with her. I thought it will be fine and so I didn't say anything. She than gave me a big hug and kissed my forehead. "Oh my dear, I feel so sorry for you having this embarrassing medical problem. But I am always there if you need me. For changing or giving you hugs and comfort, my little sweetheart!" So the bell rang and the class stormed the locker room. They made lot of fun of me and so I went to next lesson with tears in my eyes. Entering math class I felt that I pooped very heavy and seconds later the kids called the teacher to "put this stinky little baby out of class and into a den!" He ordered the nurse and she apologized for not having plastic pants with her when changing me during gymnastics. Therefore, now the smell is much worse than usual. But she also admonished the other kids for always teasing me so hard and making my life here like hell. Two more diaper changes this morning and lunch time came. For lunch we all have to leave school and go to the garden for eating, playing with others, chatting and things like this. There were four kids from 2nd grade sitting at a bench and I saw it's the only place left. So I went on and sat down with them. One, I think his name is Eddie, looked at me and said "Oh Please, let us go to a place where no stinky little baby's are. It smells like pee and poop here." And so he and his friends left. I was shocked and angry but also sad and lost!! Not the minimum of reputation and the last link in the food chain!! As I stared to the ground and struggled with tears, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Steven and my dear nurse - Corinna - was with him. "Don't be sad, my little sunshine", she said and wiped away my tears. "Here I am as your mom would if she could. Come and lean on my shoulder." So I did. "Baby must be calmed by his babysitter!" It was Tinos voice in a bad and sadistic tone! I pushed Corinnas arm away, jumped up, ran out of the schoolyard and through the fields, without seeing where exactly I ran! I didn't hear Corinna calling me and shouting to stop! I ran and ran and ran till I couldn't go on any more. I fell down into the grass and closed my eyes. I didn't even feel the wetting and leaking of my diaper, soiling my pants with pee and poop!! Just lay there, eyes closed, wishing to be dead! YES! Being dead may be the best solution for all my problems! IF YOU LIKE IT AND WISH I WILL CONTINUE! :)