Ken
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Ken's Story

Part 1

Hi my name is Ken and this is my story.

My parents left on Friday for a business trip to New York City in September of 2001. I did not go with them because I was in school, so they left me at home. I am sixteen, so I can take care of myself, but I had to check in with our next door neighbor Mrs. Rice.

So Friday after school I checked in with Mrs. Rice. She has two sons; one is a two-year-old named Jack the other is a two-month-old named Mat. She said that I should come in so I did. She asked if I had any homework, and I did and I said that I would do it sometime this weekend. She said that now would be a good time to get it started.

“Yes, Mrs. Rice, I will see you tomorrow.” I said.

“Please stay Ken, you can do your homework here then have dinner with us.” Mrs. Rice stated.

I gave in and stayed, heck, a cooked meal that I did not have to cook from a selection that my mom had left me in the refrigerator.

I sat at the kitchen table and did my homework, it took longer than I had planed, but maybe that was because Mrs. Rice and I had talked. I found out that she was only ten years older than I was, her husband’s first name was Andy, and he was on the road three weeks out of four. She found out that I did not have a current girl friend and my best friend was on his way to see his grandparents. We also talked about, the car I wanted to get, and what I wanted to do to it. It was nice to have some one to talk with.

Jack had been watching his Barney videotape while we talked and I did my homework. Mat was asleep in his room. It was just before five o’clock when Mat started to cry. I followed Mrs. Rice into Mat’s room I do not why I did it I just did. She picked up Mat, and removed him from his crib and then handed him to me.

“Sit there and I will be right back with his bottle.” Mrs. Rice told me.

I sat in the chair holding a crying baby. Mrs. Rice came back with his bottle, and told me how to hold him and then handed me his warm bottle of milk. I had Mat’s little bottom in my lap and an arm under his head. Once the nipple touched his lips the crying stopped and he started drinking from his bottle. I got a very hard erection from this. When Mat was done with his bottle, Mrs. Rice then had me burp Mat. A small wet spot showed on my pants Mrs. Rice stated that it looked like Matt’s diaper had leaked. Matt’s diaper had not leaked, but I did not tell her that.

Mrs. Rice took Mat from me, and placed him on his changing table and changed his diaper. She commented that his diaper did not seem to be that wet that it would have leaked, but he did need to be changed. I stayed and watched while she changed Matt’s diaper. Mrs. Rice asked if I had done any babysitting. No I told her. She then started to explain what she was doing and why as she changed Mat’s diaper. When she was done, she asked if I had any questions on how to change a diaper. Not at this time, I told her. She asked me to carry Mat out to the family room and put him in the playpen then wash up for dinner. I did what she asked.

Dinner was meatloaf with peas and mashed potatoes, I think. Part way through dinner a foul smell wafted pass my noise. Mrs. Rice looked at Jack and asked him if he did stinky. Jack laughed at the question, I know, it was him. Mrs. Rice apologized, and got up and took Jack away. A few minutes later they returned and Jack had a fresh scent of baby power. We finished dinner and I cleared the table then thanked Mrs. Rice for dinner and said goodnight then went home.

When I got home, I checked the answering machine, nothing. I hung out, and watched some TV and listened to some music and played video games before going to bed. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night the house was to quiet.

Saturday watched cartoons, and had breakfast and hung out. About eleven o’clock mom called and gave me the telephone number for the hotel that they were staying at and their room number. Mom asked what I had planed to do today, I said, I did not know. She said that she left a list of jobs that I could/should do around the house. Mom asked. Is Scott coming over to our house or was I going over to Scott home. I told her that Scot went to visit his grandparents this weekend and that he only told me that at school on Friday. We talked some more and she reminded me to check in with Mrs. Rice and they loved me and to be good. After the telephone call from my mom, I found the list taped to the microwave oven. The first item was to clean up my room, second item was to do the laundry, and third item mow the grass if the weather was good and the last item was to do my homework. Well thanks to Mrs. Rice I could check off the last item, the others I would get around to them later maybe.

I went over to the Rice’s home to check in. I was invited to come in, and Mrs. Rice asked what I had planed to do today. I said that I was just going to hang out and maybe go to the video store and rent a movie or two. Mrs. Rice then asked if I had any plans for Sunday afternoon around the hours of two thirty and four. I asked her why, she said that she needed someone to baby-sit for her. I said, I guessed I was free to baby-sit. She said “Good”. We talked some more, and I let her know that I had talked to my mom earlier this morning.

Jack was due for a diaper change and Mrs. Rice had me change him. Jack got upset with me because I was taking too long to change his diaper. Mrs. Rice had to help me and said I did OK for my first try. Looking back on it I was just lucky that I did not tape my fingers to Jack’s diaper and the fact that it stayed on him was just plain luck too. After his diaper change, Jack and I played some game, as Mrs. Rice cleaned the house. I stayed for about three hours. Moreover, I got to change Jack’s diaper again, and got to change Mat too. I said my good-byes and that I would be over tomorrow in, time to baby-sit for her.

I left the Rice’s; I got on my bicycle and rode down to the video store and picked up some videos and then went next door and ordered a pizza for my dinner. With the pizza and the movies, I was set for the night. I know what your are think, a sixteen year old boy should be driving and not riding a bicycle. I have to wait until November before my mom and dad will take me to get my temporary license. This sucks big time.

Sunday was another do nothing day. I did baby-sit for Mrs. Rice and she paid me for it too. Mrs. Rice asked me to stay for dinner and I did. I was glad to get home thought, Mat had started crying and Mrs. Rice was cueing him and a like, but he just cried and cried, how can a baby cry that long with out taking a breath. I check my school bag and made sure, I had my homework in there for Monday. I then checked the school lunch calendar and found that lunch was fish sticks, spaghetti and mashed potatoes and Jell-O. Gross! I made my lunch for Monday and packed it in my school bag. I then watched some television and went to bed early that night.

Monday was a school day and Scott was back from visiting his grandparents. We had lunch together and set out plans for after school, which was to hang out at his house after school. Scott asked how my weekend went. I told him OK; I did leave out the amount of time that I spent at the Rice’s home. After school I went home with Scott we listened to some music and messed around. Scott’s mom asked if I would like to stay for dinner and I said sure. She than asked if I needed to call home and let my parents know that I would be staying for dinner, I told her they were out of town for the next few days, so no need to call them. After dinner Scott and I hung out some more it was about eight thirty when Scott’s mom said it was time that I left and for Scott to get started on his homework. I thanked Scott’s mom for dinner and told Scott that I would see him at school tomorrow. She was kind enough to drive me home; not that it was that far to walk.

When I got home, I checked in with Mrs. Rice. To say she was mad and upset with me would be a huge understatement. She asked if I thought it was to hard to pickup a telephone and let her know that I was over at a friend’s house. "No." I said and my mom would understand that I went over to Scott’s house after school. What is the big deal any ways. Oh boy did I find that was the wrong thing to say. The big deal was that my parents had given Mrs. Rice temporary custody over me. She pushed their letter granting her that right into my face. Mrs. Rice asked if I had any homework and if did was it done. I told her yes I have homework and I would be starting when I got home. She said, you better get started then, now go then. I wasted no time in leaving her front stoop. I did do my homework it only took an hour to do. I watched television until the eleven o’clock news came on. I then went to bed.

Tuesday … September 11, 2001 … What words can I use to describe today? The P.A. system in school broke the news to us about the aircraft hitting the World Trade Center not once but twice. We were all in shock and disheartened by the news. I was just numb and wanted to hear my parents voices to know that they were OK. It is just ten thirty in the morning and the school buses are there to take us home. Due to the events today they let us go home early. I went straight home, and turned on the television and watched the events being replayed, and hoping for a different outcome. It was late afternoon when I called the hotel, that my parents were staying at in New York City. I must have been lucky my call went through on the first try. I left a voice mail asking that they call home as soon as they got the message. I waited by the telephone for them to call back. It was dark outside when a knock came from the front door. I answered the door and it was Mrs. Rice, she asked if I was OK and had I heard from my parents! I said I was fine and had not heard from my parents. She asked if I had eaten any dinner. I said that I had not and I was not hungry. Mrs. Rice told me that I needed to eat, and that she would be back later to check on me. Mrs. Rice also told me to lock the front door. Sure, fine, OK was my answer. I went back to the chair next to the telephone, and sat down and willed the telephone to ring. It did not.

When I woke the next day I was still in the chair next to the telephone but someone had put a blanket over me. I rushed to my parent’s room hoping to find them there, but they were not. I skipped school today and sat by the telephone with the television on.

The next few days, weeks are a blur. I guess the fact that my parents have been killed in the attack has sunk in. My friend, Scott, I did not want to see him or his family it remained me too much of my lost. Scott was cool about it. I think he understands. I have talked with him and explained some of my feeling or should I say the feeling that guys will talk about with other guys.

Joyce, Mrs. Rice, had me move in with them. Andy helped move me in to their guest bedroom. He also took a few weeks of vacation so that they could get temporary custody of me and be my legal guardians. Children and Family Services wanted to place me in a shelter and Children and Family Services claimed that my parents are unfit to care for me. Children and Family Services stated that my parents leaving me home alone with no adult in charge is all the proof they need for the charge. The judge ruled that I was to stay with the Rice's. It was Jack, that called me his big brother and him asking the judge not to take me away, I think that did it. Joyce stated that I had fitted into their lives just as much as Jack and Matt. That I cared for the boys when she was busy, but that was not often and I would play with Jack for hours. Also since Jack had started potty training, he would follow me into the bathroom, and had stated using the toilet like a big boy with a few accidents. The judge also talked to Joyce and Andy without us "kids" around. The Rice's will not tell me what the judge asked or said to them. I do know that the judge ordered the case work to back off when he found out my parents were killed in the attack on the World Trade Center.

The pressure of losing my parents, the witch-hunt by Children and Family Services, and moving in to the Rice's home were just too much. I started wetting my bed and was very embarrassed by it. Joyce was very kind about it all. After the second wet night, a bag of Goodnites showed up in my bedroom the next day. That night Joyce asked that I wear them to bed until my problem dried up. Well the Goodnites were not that good, it was more like damp nights with the first bag. The second bag of new and improved, Goodnites show up just before the last one from the first bag was to be used. They were better than the first bag but no dry bed for me.

Half way through the second bag, it was a Monday night, Joyce asked to speak with me about my bedwetting after Jack was asleep. Talk about being embarrassed. Joyce said she understood that I did not want to talk about my bed-wetting. That ‘we’ and not ‘me’ had to come up with a solution to the problem of my bed-wetting no matter how embarrassing it might be. Yea, easy for her to say, she not the one wetting the bed. She said that looked to her that the Goodnites were leaking, was this because I did not get up and change it when “I knew it was wet?” I told her no. She then asked me if she should wake me up at two thirty or three in the morning when she changes Matt diaper, so I could change my Goodnites if it was wet or use the bathroom to stay dry. If you wish that, it would be fine was my answer to her. Would it do any good was her come back to me? “I do not know will it” was my answer back to her. Joyce told me the next move was up to me and ‘we’ needed to talk about it like adults and come up with a plan. Like any plan it needs to have a goal, the goal was for me to have a dry bed then to have dry nights, and she was willing to help me. She then asked what I wanted to try for the first part of the goal. I said let us try the waking me up. “That is a good start.” Joyce told me.

That night/morning Joyce woke me up. She asked if I was wet. I was soaking wet from head to toe, I also was having nightmares, and Joyce had awakened me in the middle of one of them. I got up to change my goodnight and pajamas because they were wet and to find that the bed was wet too. Joyce had gone and changed Matt and came back to my room since the light was still on. I had put on a fresh goodnight and was just putting a fresh T-shirt when Joyce walked in. She saw that the bedding was wet. She asked if the goodnight had leaked. It had I said hoping that she would go, but no, she help me strip the bed and remake it with fresh sheets. Joyce said that we needed to talk. I asked if it could wait. She said no. Dam I thought.

“Ken, I am so sorry, I did not know that the Goodnites fitted you so poorly.’ Joyce said.

“Ah”.

“Ken, would you be willing to try something different?” Joyce asked me as we made my bed.

“Like what?” I said with a very caution tone of voice.

“First let me say I know you are almost an adult and what I about to say might not sit well with you, would you be will to try a diaper.” Joyce said.

“Am no baby.” I told her.

“I did not say you were, but I can see that the Goodnites do not fit you and they leak because of that poor fit, an adult diaper would be bigger and fit you better. That’s all.” Joyce stated in a motherly tone.

“No, I said no.” I told her.

“Ken, I know this is hard for you, and I know this first hand because … well I to once was a bed wetter too.”

“No way, you are just saying that to get me into diapers.”

“No I am not, I am telling you the truth, thought it is something I am not proud of. I suffered with it for four years. My mom, at first punished me for wetting my bed that lasted for about six months. Then I saw a doctor about it, and my mom made sure that ever one on the doctor’s waiting room knew that I had been wetting my bed. The doctor did some test and found the problem. I had started school that year as one of the shorter kids and ended the school year as the tallies girl in my class. My balder and body were not keeping up with each other. So once, we knew why, then my mom set out a quest to stop my bed-wetting. I think I tried everything and it was no fun. As a last ditch effort, my mom diapered me. I was made to feel ashamed and embarrassed by her each night as she diapered me because I could not keep the bed dry that lasted for almost a year. I swore to myself that if I ever had children and they in turn, turned out to be a bed wetter that I help them the best I could. I would not embarrass them or make them feel ashamed because of this or any other problem. I know you are not my child but I want to help you.” Joyce said.

“If you really did put up with all of that why push the diapers?”

“As I see it, you have five options: One, do noting. Two, I could take you to the doctor’s and you can get the medication to stop wetting your bed, but Children and Family Services would find out and most likely bring it out in court. Three stay with the Goodnites. Four get you an alarm that will wake you up along with the rest of this house. And the fifth option, adult diapers. Even thought my mom made my life hell with the diapering my bed was dry.”

“If I were to try a diaper and I am not saying I am” I said, and was cut off in mid-sentence.

“If you were, you would put it on and take it off. I do not need a answer right now, but please think about it.”

“Goodnight, Ken, and have pleasant dreams.” With that, Joyce walked out of my room. I had to write down what she had said. However, I do not want to wear a diaper or a goodnight I really want is my old dry self back and my mom and dad too.

The next few nights were the same Joyce would wake me up on her way to Matt. But she did not bring the subject of me wearing diapers or any thing else. Joyce was doing what she said she would do. My supply of Goodnites was getting low, only two were left; I now had to make that dissection of what I was going to do.

That night when Joyce woke me up, I asked her to stop on her way back. I changed into my last goodnight and waited for Joyce to come back. Tonight it took her a long time to get back from caring for Matt. I asked if we could talk. Joyce stated she was very tired and could this wait until morning. I said no. She came in, sat down on my bed, and asked what can not wait until later. I said I must be nuts asking you this. “For the last few nights you have been get we up and I thank you for that but … umm … you … have not asked or talked to me about my dissection.”

“Because it is your dissection.” She said to me.

“I need some more information from you.” I said.

“OK, like what.”

“If I saw the doctor and got the medication, how would I know when to stop taking it.” I asked. “You stop and see what happens if you are dry and stay dry then you do not need it any more if not you keep taking it.” Joyce said.

“And the … di … dia …diaper?” I asked.

“Just like Jack and Matt a week of dry nights and you would be done with them.”

“Would Andy know about them?”

“I will not tell him unless you want me to, but I do feel that he should know and I would hope that you Ken would tell him.”

“I don't know about that.”

“Andy is a very good person, he will understand. Any thing else I need to get back to bed.”

“No.” I told her.

That morning as I left for school I flipped, a coin, heads - Goodnites, tales - diapers, on the side - see the doctor. The coin landed tales up. I took a deep breath; my fate had been decided I told Joyce quietly on my way out the door that I would try the diapers.

That night when I headed for bed Joyce stopped me and told me that she had put some supplies in my room along with the diapers. Joyce ran down the list of supplies that she got for me. Joyce also went over when to use the different items. The items are power, lotion, diaper rash cream, and bathroom size trash bags for my used diapers. She also said that she would wait outside my room while I put on my diaper just in case I had any problems or question. I shut the bedroom door while I put it on. I did not have any problems or questions. After I had my first real diaper on since being a baby, I opened the bedroom door. Joyce looked at me and asked if everything was OK. My answer was I think so. She asked if she could check my diaper to make sure I had done it correctly. I said fine. She told me I had done a good job of diapering myself and my bed should now be dry.

The next weekend just before Thanksgiving Andy was home and I did tell him about my wearing diapers at night. He was OK with it if I was OK with it and I was. He did not ask any questions or make any other comments about the bed-wetting or the diapers. I was happy for that but figured Joyce had filled him before I said anything, although she said she would not tell him.

Thing were going well until Christmas Eve, Joyce's mom, Pat, showed up. I had to share Jack's bedroom with Jack, as Pat would be sleeping in my room. Pat found my diapers in the bed room closet. I found out what Joyce had to put up with when she, use to wet her bed. Joyce had not told Andy about her childhood bed wetting problem but Pat did by let us all know about it even Jack. Then she started on me, since the size on the bag would only fit one person and it was me. She called me a baby to my face and asked if I need my diaper changed by an adult since babies can't change their own diapers. Andy stepped in and told her off. It was like watching a dogfight but Andy went for the kill shot early. And that was she was a guest in our home and she could visit any time, as long as she wore a diaper and we all could make fun of her.

“Yes, Ken, has a problem and he made an adult dissection to wear diapers.” Andy stated.

Andy's last words to Pat were. "Don't come back until you have the Christmas spirit." Anyway Pat left after the fight and I got my room back for Christmas

Christmas morning my diaper was dry, I had not wet myself. Joyce knocked on my door and said that they were going to open gifts. I did not change out of my diaper but went to open Christmas gifts. Jack, Matt and myself opened our Christmas gifts with our diapers on. I got some new clothes and a CD that I wanted. The last gift box that Joyce and Andy handed me had only my name on it and did not list from whom it was from. Andy said it was from all of them to me. I thanked them all before opening it. It was an X-box, I had said in passing that it was cool and wanted to play one but never thought I would get it as a gift. At this point my bladder was full and I just wet my diaper. I think my face may have shown something because Joyce said it was time to change Jack and Matt's diapers as she looked me straight in the eyes. I got up and went back to my room and got cleaned up and dressed for the day, I wanted to wear a diaper for the rest of the day, but did not. Jack was now in pull-up during the day and he had been very good about going potty in the potty like his new big brother. If he is good and does not have an accident this week he will be in big boy underwear by New Years Day.

Late that day the doorbell rang and it was Pat, she apologized for yesterday and, how sorry she was for what she had said to me and that she was out of place for doing it. The rest of the day went well, even Christmas dinner. A little, after Jack was put to bed, Pat said that she should be going. That was fine by me even thought she was nice to me I still felt her disapproval for being their and my bed-wetting problem.

Both Andy and Joyce asked if I had plans for New Years Eve and I did not, they asked if I would baby sit for them that night. Sure, why I asked. The neighborhood was having a small adults only New Years Eve party, and they wanted to go.

Between Christmas and New Years most of my nights were dry, even thought I did not want diapers in the first place I had grown to like them. I think Joyce knew that my need for diapers was end, but would she understand my want for diapers. Why do I think that, maybe it is her mom instinct or maybe I said something? When she asked how I was doing, or did I need more supplies, or because I was not talking to her about my problem. This may just be my fear for liking diapers.

New Years Eve evening, Andy and Joyce felt for the party after Jack was in bed and Matt was a sleep in his crib. I got my self ready for bed at eight forty five that is to say my diaper was on and my pajamas were on too. I sat down and watched a movie on one of the cable channels, with a large glass of soda pop. After the movie, Matt started to cry so I got his bottle and took to him. Matt first needed his wet and soiled diaper changed before his bottle, which I did. My diaper was wet too but I did not change it. After Matt was done with his bottle, I put him back into his crib and he went back to sleep luck for me. I set Matt bottle in the kitchen sink, I had a strange urge, and it was to try a bottle. So I took a clean bottle, filled it with milk, put the nipple on it, and went back to the family room. The eleven o'clock news was on so I drank from the bottle. I took me a while but I did finish the bottle. I set the bottle down on the floor next to the chair I was sitting in as Dick Clark Rocking New Years Eve telecast started. I watched as 2001 ended and thought about all that happened that year and I started to cry. Happy Year I heard Dick Clark say, welcome to 2002. I flipped channels, found an another movie, and started to watch it.

The next thing I know Joyce is waking me up to go to bed. I kicked the empty bottle that I had set on floor earlier and Joyce bent down to pick it up. She must have gotten a whiff of my wet diaper. She asked but more like told me that my diaper was wet. I found this out later that day. I don't know what I said but Joyce changed my diaper. By the time my brain realized what was happening I got the biggest and hardest erection I ever had and then was total embarrassed by it all. Joyce saw the look on my face and said it was OK, I was just like Jack and Matt down there, just bigger that all. She continued to rub in the lotion on my penis, she stopped just before it was too late to control it and I would have really been embarrassed if I had had an orgasm. Next came the power and finally the diaper. What a rush! With my diaper on, Joyce then put my pajama bottoms back on me, helped me into bed, and tucked me in. I said ‘goodnight mom.’ She bent over, kissed my forehead, and said goodnight sweetie, happy dreams. On her way out she turned off the lamp and closed my bedroom door. Once the door was closed, I finished what she had started; it did not take long for me to reach ejaculation. That was the first time I had masturbated in my diaper. Once I had come, I went to sleep.

January 1, 2002 - New Years Day was a big day for Jack not because it was a New Year but because today was his first day in big boy underwear. I felt weird each time Jack would say that he is now like his dad and big brother because he was in his big boy underwear. He was glad to be in his underwear, and I wanted to be in a diaper, how odd could that be.

Later that day I had a private moment with Joyce and I blushed as I thanked her for changing my diaper last night or earlier this morning. She just smiled at me with a, your welcome smile, but the smile had a hint of something else there too. She told what had happened as stated above. The moment was broken with a cry from Matt, and yell by Jack, and a shout from Andy who was watching the football games in the television. Joyce asked if I would take care of Matt and she would care for Jack. Matt was awake from nap, wanted out of crib, and was in need of a diaper change too. I changed Matt's diaper and told him how lucky he was to have such a good mommy. I also told him how lucky he was to be in diapers and to hold on to them as long as he could, I knew he still had eighteen months or so to be in diapers. After I had changed Matt I carried him out to the family room and put him in the playpen. I then got a bottle of juice for him to have inside the playpen with him. I started to watch the game with Andy and that only lasted for a few minutes. I went to my room and played a game on my x-box.

That evening I said goodnight to Joyce and Andy, went to my room, and was getting ready for bed. A knock on my bed room door and I said come in. It was Joyce, She said that she had over heard what I had said to Matt, and my heart sank.

“Thank you for think that I am a good mother.” Joyce said.

“You are.” I stated, hoping she did not hear the next part.

“Ken you know that we go back to court tomorrow.” She said.

“I know.” I said.

The court was going to hear two items, one a change of custody from temporary to permanent and two, liquidation of my parent’s property. The selling of the house I use to live in. Joyce asked me if was OK with it. Sort of, I told her. It means the end of hope that my parents will come home and because of that, I get a new family. It's not fair!!!

“Do you not like this family?” Joyce asked me.

“I do it’s just … just … you know different and not fair that all.” Joyce gave me a hug and said goodnight to me.

January 2, 2002 Wednesday, Pat came over to baby sit Jack and Matt as Joyce, Andy and me went back to court. Judge Wright was hearing the case today. Court started as normal, well from what I had been through before and from watching television. Ms. Carol Brown from Children and Family Services (CAFS) “the witch” was there. CAFS still did not like the fact that I was under the care of the Rice’s. Their reasons she stated were one, the lack of age difference between Mr. and Mrs. Rice and me. The difference is only ten years, and it needs to be more so it would be a truer parent child relationship so they claim. Two, the fact that I am older than Jack by fourteen years and I should be placed with someone who has or had child of my age. Third, the Rice’s have not been fully truthful to CAFS. Case in point being that I wear diapers to bed because I am a bed wetter and a simple visit to a doctor was not done. I was so embarrassed by the fact that my bed wetting and diaper wearing was brought up in court and now it is part of the court records. Judge Wright thanked Ms. Brown for her report to the court. Judge Wright asked some questions to Ms. Brown, one of them being my placement into a foster care. The home CAFS had planed for me to go to was on the other side of the county, and I would have to transfer to different high school. The judge questioned Ms. Brown about a family with in my current school district. She stated that CAFS feels that is best that I be moved to a new area, where I could get a fresh start. The judge asked her what if my parents where to show up how would they find me. Ms. Brown answer was that my parents in the eyes of CAFS and the law were unfit parents. Judge Wright said that the law is what he says it is in his court. Ms Brown pointed her finger at the judge and said, “What I say goes here the law backs me up not you. We are taking that child and you have no right to interfere with the job CAFS does!” With that, Judge Wright called for a 20-minute recess, Ms. Brown he wanted to see in his chambers right now.

After the recess it was just Judge Wright, the bailiff /court reporter, Joyce, Andy, and myself. Judge Wright stated for the record that Ms. Brown, was being held in contempt of court, and was not present in the courtroom. I wanted to jump for joy because the witch got hers. Judge Wright asked some questions about my problem, which I was too embarrassed to answer, but Joyce did answer. The judge also asked what I liked about living with the Rice’s. That turned out to be a harder question to answer than I thought.

“That the rules were about the same as what my parents had, and it was nice to have two brothers, thought it would be nice if they were older so I would have someone to play with. Joyce and Andy, I mean Mr. and Mrs. Rice, have done so much to make me part of their family that it is hard to point this item or that item as good or bad.” I stated.

The judge asked if I called them by their first names. “Yes”, I said, both Joyce and Andy stated that they had given me permission to call them by their first names. The judge asked me if I had any living relatives. “Yes, one but she is in extended care home in a different state.” I told the judge. He was the first to ask that question.

“How old are you?” The judge asked.

“Sixteen”, I said.

He asked if I had my driver’s license. I hung my head and said “No, my mom and dad had said that we would be going in November of last year but.”

“Why the wait?” Judge Wright asked.

“My parents wanted to make sure my grades were up.” I stated.

“And what were your grades like before this break.” Judge asked.

“CAFS got a copy of my last report card.” I said.

“I am asking you.” The judge stated.

“Better than when I lived with my mom and dad, because Mrs. Rice makes sure that I do my homework.”

“What about the missed days from school?” Judge Wright asked.

“That was just after September 11 and was waiting for my parents to call.” I told him with tears running down my face.

“OK Ken, please wait outside.” The judge told me.

I left the courtroom and sat down on a bench in the hallway. The Rice’s and the judge were in the courtroom for an hour before I was asked to join them. Mrs. Smith for CAFS also joined us. Judge Wright gave us his decision. “One, Andy Paul Rice and Joyce Melanie Rice have full custody over the minor child named Kenneth Wily Kelly as long as items two and three are meet. Two, Said minor child is to be seen by a medical doctor for his bed wetting problem with in seven days and to report back to this court with the findings of that exam. Three, Said minor child is to go in therapy with a licensed psychiatrics for help in dealing with the loss of his natural parents, adjusting to his new family, and if need for his bed wetting. Four, All real assets from the minor child parent’s estate shall be sold at fair market value. Including but not limited to the house, cars, household furnishings, stocks, and bonds. The minor child will get full control over the funds at age twenty-three if no death certificate is issued before then. If a death certificate is issued and the minor child is of legal age then he will at that time, have full control over the funds. Five, Mr. and Mrs. Rice will be given an allowance from the estate that covers room and board, health insurance for this minor child, and cash of one hundred dollars per month until the minor child turns of legal age. The court will set the amount for room and board each year. The health insurance is at actual cost paid. The one hundred dollars a month is to cover clothing and other miscellaneous expenses in caring for this minor child. Six, An allowance up to the total actual cost paid for educational expenses, including but not limited to school field trips, collage fees, and books to be paid from said funds. Seven, Any medical expenses or supplies not covered by health insurance will be paid from said fund. Eight, The last item Andy Paul Rice is charged with over seeing this fund and will report each year to the court a full accounting of all monies in the fund and both income and expenditures of the fund.”

“Any questions.” The judge asked.

“Can I keep some of my parents things, like photos and some other things to remember my mom and dad by?”

“Yes you can.” Judge Wright said.

“What about one of the cars.” I asked.

“No.” He told me. I wanted to ask why but did not. I did ask about the age thing. Judge Wright stated that this state had a seven-year waiting period before someone could be declared legally dead. So on September 12, 2008 the courts would declare my parents legally dead unless other proof was brought forth to the court that my parents were either dead or live. Mrs. Smith asked a question about CAFS roll until I turn of legal age. Judge Wright stated that CAFS roll in this case has ended unless One, I did not comply with items two and three of his ordered. Or two, the failure of Mr. Rice to over see the fund correctly. Three, CAFS can not go on a witch-hunt to find or to try to break up this family unit. And that Ms. Brown is off this case he stated to Mrs. Smith.

It was just past one o'clock when we got home. Joyce made lunch for us and Pat filled her in on what they did. Pat asked what happened today and Joyce said thing worked out well but did not go into any detail. After lunch Pat left and Joyce then called her, and it turned out to be mine, pediatrician Dr. Mark, it turn out the first non-emergency appointment was on Monday at three o'clock. The nurse asked what the problem was Joyce said that I was wetting the bed and we needed to get it check out. The nurse asked how long I had been wetting the bed Joyce told her about eleven weeks. Well we got an appointment that day, it was the last one of the day, and it was at six o'clock.

We showed up at the pediatrician office just before six. Jack was a little upset because the last time he saw Dr. Mark he got a shot and did not like. The nurse had me follow her back to one of the exam room. She asked that I get undressed and put on a gown and that the doctor would be in shortly. Dr. Mark was in before I had change into the gown. He gave me full physical, blood work, pee in the cup, looked in all the openings. He asked some question about my bed-wetting and I told him it was getting better. He did a few tests that were not, the most friendly. The final ruling, nothing physically wrong with me and I should be dry at night. Andy and Joyce were there to hear that. They asked that it be put in writing for the court. Dr. Mark said he would write it up after the last of the test came back and would fax it to the court. He asked if we wanted a prescription for or some samples of some drugs that would make me dry at night. I said no, and no it was. Dr. Mark did tell me that one percent of all sixteen-year-olds wet the bed and it should pass. Joyce asked if Dr. Mark could recommend a good child psychiatrics for me, to help deal with the lost of my parents. He recommended Dr. Le Ta and he would have is nurse setup the first appointment because Dr. Ta is not currently taking any new patients just referrals and he would include that in his letter to the court.

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