I have been quitre busy recently, so apologies for a short chapter.
Chapter 6
Adrian weakly tried to resist, then to his horror realised that he felt very damp, no it was beyond damp.
âWhat have we here?â exclaimed Sandra looking at the large damp patch on his joggers âlooks like this big boy has had more than a bit of an accident. Lift up.â She commanded. Adrian raised his hips so that his aunt could pull down his trousers. The trousers were pulled over his feet and handed to his mother who looked surprised. His terry towelling pants were wet from the waistband down to the crotch that disappeared between his legs. He lifted up as ordered and these too were pulled down his legs. The brown stain in the back was clearly visible at this stage.
âAdrian, you poor babyâ soothed his mother âyou have done a real number on those survival pants havenât you?â
Adrian could only cringe with embarrassment.
Sandra was looking at his equipment âIâm afraid to tell you Sophie, that Adrian is well behind in his development, this is the package of a six-year-old at best. He has not developed at all. Now it appears that he not only is developing incontinence of urine but also, I can see definite signs of faecal incontinence as well.
Adrian could not stay silent âit was just one accidentâ he shouted âone stupid little accident.
Sandra lifted the lid to a white bucket that Adrian had not seen before. âIt appears that there is another pair of wet pants in here Adrian. Do you care to explain?â.
Adrian was totally demoralised; his world was crashing about him.
Sophie passed Sandra a pair of the âArctic Explorer Pantsâ, the plastic pants were sewn on to another pair of pants made from two towelling layers. They rustled noisily as she opened up the packet and shook them open. Using baby wipes Sophie cleaned Adrian up, asking him to turn over so she could give his bottom a good clean. She used additional wipes to ensure a thorough job.
âI notice these have an extra panel sewn in back and front in case of heavier leakage,â said Sandra. âThese âArctic Survival pantsâ are the best I have seen and should protect against any future accidents. âNow Adrian, I am very worried about you, so I need to know how often you need to go to the toilet and how much urine you are passing, because I fear that your bladder is also severely under-developed. I will need to do a proper examination in my surgery, but in the meantime, you must ask your mother every time you need to go wee wee, because she is going to have to measure the volume so we can estimate your bladder size.â
âBut, butâŚ.!â Started Adrian
âNo arguments, donât be a silly boy, this could be very serious if you were to get a urinary tract infectionâ she admonished him. âI promise you that weeing blood is not a pretty sight and is very scary. We must find out if your bladder has any problems and we need to do an ultra-scan, probably in tandem with an endoscopy to have a look inside. Now there might be times when your mummy cannot be with you to take the measurements, so we will weigh the âArctic Explorer Pantsâ before you put them on and weigh them again as soon as you have wet them. We can make a good estimate of the weight of urine and knowing the density we can calculate the volume â simple!â
âLift up baby, so I can get these onâ said his mother feeding his feet into the leg holes. The two women took one side each of the pants and hauled them up over his bottom. They were remarkably heavy duty in the thickness of the padding. âThere you go, all secure and ready to goâ
Adrian was in a total state of shock and unable to speak, he was cross, annoyed, embarrassed, upset, foolish and worst of all he felt babyish. He wanted to scream and curse but it was his fault that he found himself in the position he was facing. He could see no way out of this horrible situation, patience and low profile seemed to be his best option.
âI am going to stay with you Sophie, because I am very concerned about Adrian and want to help out as much as I can. For the time being, I will go to my surgery every day, but will make your home my base if that is alright.â
âThat would be wonderful, thank you.â said Sophie
âI will set up a small station in the bathroom, where we can measure the urine output and I can also put in a small area to analyse his urine composition to look at sugars and proteins.â Explained Sandra getting into role with her sister. Adrian looked on concerned, his legs pushed slightly akimbo by the large terry pants that his mother and aunt had fitted him into. Tears of humiliation were silently running down his cheeks.
Yesterday morning, he had been a fifteen-year-old sitting in his pyjamas and here he was, just one day later, sat on his bed wearing a pair of infantile plastic nappy pants no longer trusted to keep himself dry.