Time For Disposal-Version 3

A Word from the Author:
This story is about one possible outcome, that is and has come very close to happening when this was written. This story is a work of fiction based on actual conspiracy theories. I, the author, have chosen a way to die, if….I was going to die anyhow, at the hands of the (Nazi) Republicans if they get their way, and get rid of Medicaid, Medicare and Social Security, I would choose MY method of death at their expense. Since there is talk of Concentration camps or labor camps being erected all over the country, unseen and unknown from the public eye,
Denver Fema Family Center
If the republicans get their way, all of the poor, elderly, disabled will be taken to these camps and only those that can still work will be used like slaves in their camps while those who can’t work, WILL be put to death, due to them being a “Financial Burden” to society. If They gave me the chance to choose the method of my death, I choose to be disposed of…read this story about an idea that catches on with the republicans, just as it had in Nazi Germany when a father pleaded to his Furor; Adolf Hitler, the Nazi Leader who approved of killing all of the retarded, disabled, maimed, and otherwise, useless financial drains back in those days. Watch and see…the republicans are attempting to repeat history, in a rather horrific way! This story, is based on one choice, that one caregiver made for their disabled son who was 38 at the time. This particular disabled person, wore adult diapers, was mostly unable to function on their own without some form of assistance and their mental capacity was diminishing more and more as time wore on. The state’s caregiver then got frustrated with having to do this for this disabled person and decided to report to her “republican” boss. The boss decided to cut off all assistance to that person and then he reported to the state who then cut off all possible benefits. Now the problem was, what to do with this person? If they euthanized him, they would need to do so with a doctor’s supervision and this could be too costly if the state ended up with more cases. How to get rid of these people cheaper? AH…HA! How would you like choose how you’d like to die young man? We can use Lethal injection, we can electrocute you, we can put you into a gas chamber or you can choose your own method. I say; “I choose to be disposed of in the trash along with the rest of my disposable incontinence products.” Ok, then, I will see that we give that a try. Said the care nurse after her boss asked her to ask me how I wished to die. Once the arrangements were made to have this done, they came to me and asked me how I wished to live out my final days. I gave them a description of what I wanted done, how I wished to be treated and what I wished to eat until my last minute. Then on the day trash pick-up was to take place, I would be changed into my last incontinence product, then escorted and or carried out to the waiting semi-automated side loading trash truck and handed over to the trash men for them to load me into the hopper. If the waiting trash truck happened to be a front-loader, I would escorted out to the 8 yard dumpster along with my dirty disposable incontinence products, and then I would be put into the dumpster then my trash would be tossed in before the sliding door would be closed and locked. Then the front-loading trash truck would immediately pick the dumpster up and dump the load I would be in. The only stipulation to this is, that all disposal subjects be placed into a diaper and wear only the diaper, nothing else before they are escorted out to meet the trash men and their truck. This is so that when the disabled, poor, or elderly subject dies, the urine and fecal matter is contained, just like during an execution. This…is where the story begins;
It’s the year: 2013, in a world where “everything” is disposable, now so were certain target groups of “people”. The Republican Government, the pharmaceutical and incontinence supply companies, the lobbyists, Care-home owners, Caregivers and Parents of these “targeted” people were given government Sanctioned rights and contracts by the Republican party, to dispose of and euthanize their “disabled” person in special “collections” along with any of their clothing, diapers, and stuffed animals. Even amidst the factions of “People Rights” movement protests, The Republican Government still unveiled and rolled out their first “Disposable People Program” to the general public, proving that certain people…really ARE…disposable! As time ticks on and on, more and more disabled people are forced into a corner where there is no more Medicare and Medicaid, or Social Security Benefits thus causing some disabled people to be in so…much….agony that they start to consider and seek out clinics and physicians that will supervise their attempts to end that person’s agony via death and the physicians that gave four choices in methods of death.
Since the Republican Government officials have taken away everything that relieves the Elderly and Disabled of their pain, being it meds, healthcare coverage, Social Security incomes and Benefits and such that will possibly cause these people to suffer enough so to make one of only two choices,
One: To remain alive, suffering needlessly for a very, very long time, or Two: To consider and attempt assisted suicide. This will alleviate their pain, free up all of the money that would have been spent on them to keep them alive, and those funds will now be used to line some bureaucrat’s campaign pockets!!! Those who don’t or can’t choose, are taken to large Camps either on Military bases or out in very remote areas and even using parts of land in landfills to contain these people. The Republicans then use forced Euthanasia programs to effectively get rid of these “financial burdens” once and for all.
First, they used Chemical Euthanasia, but this got too expensive, so, they resorted to one choice that was everything that they wished for; Cost effective, quick, easy, and accessible. Disposing of all of us and our belongings that are worthless, into the trash!
Who else did they look to for the idea? That is where I come in….They tested it on myself and 20 others before instituting this method as the default.
Chapter One:
My mother, who was of ‘working poor” class, managed to get her son (me) into a daycare for the developmentally disabled. It was the year 2013 and the republicans in Congress were on the verge of passing a set of laws that allowed Parents, Caregivers and the patients to Euthanize themselves, or be euthanized by them, thus expressly targeting the elderly the “Disabled” and those otherwise thought of as “useless”. Mother was NOT happy about these “new set of proposed laws”. She was also not able to continue to afford to care for me now that there was no more Medicare, Medicaid or Social Security Benefits. The diapers alone cost her a small fortune and she could not even lift me up any more…because I now weighed over 175 lbs and was over 5’9 inches tall.
I had been reduced permanently to the age of 2 years old, by some of the side effects of the drugs that I had been taking, to save my life after a surgical procedure to fuse my spine, went wrong. I was once again, in diapers full-time, taking a bottle again and cried instead of talking, like I used to. The burden on mother’s income was too great and she could not afford to put me into one of the homes or even a half-way house…that accepted people like me. All of the pills that I was now taking, cost too much and to get some of them to last longer than a few days, she practically had to mortgage her home. Mother was getting up there in age herself, ( Boy! Was she in for a surprise when she got too old to take care of herself.) and didn’t want to go through this all over again. Mother had been keeping up on all of the political news in respects to the latest proposed laws. She didn’t like them, but the government was steamrolling the voters! What could she do! The only REAL votes that were important to the government were those of wealthy Pharmaceutical Company CFOs and CEOs who helped with campaign funding each year. The rest, were merely a show to “SAY” that the votes had been taken & counted, but did not necessarily mean anything. The Diaper Companies also had lobbyists in Congress and were fighting for their fair share of the kickbacks that they deserved for “supporting” the new proposed laws. For every “disabled person dressed in diapers, even if “the person” didn’t wear diapers, the trash companies and pharmaceutical companies would get paid “per pound” at the entry of the disposal facility of their choice, when each truckload was weighed in. (As long as the “disabled persons” were not being burned or tortured) All persons who can’t afford to care for their “disabled person” may leave that person at any daycare facility, any diaper manufacturer, or turn “that person” over directly to the “special collections” worker at home on collection day. It will not be unreasonable to allow “any disabled persons being disposed of, to be forcefully put to sleep by means of Pharmaceuticals that safely allowed sleep. Any and all “persons” disposed of, became the “property” of the disposal facility closest to the home from which disposed of and the disposal collection company retains custodial rights until arrival at the disposal facility. ……was how the law read. Mother got so frustrated, that she took me to daycare one day and never came back. Here is the story from “my” point of view.
I had been taking a nice nap when the daycare had closed and all of the other subjects had left. All of the daycare workers were still there, cleaning up after all of the disabled people that had been there all day. The daycare Director came over to the safety bed I was in, in the special needs section, and she took me out. She carried me over to one of the changing tables and then she began to unfasten the diaper I was wearing. She noted that it was still not wet enough to change so she decided to wipe me down a little bit any way…instead of tossing the used wipes into the trash, the Director laid each of the used wipes into my diaper. Then, when she was done, she pulled my diaper back up and refastened the tapes. She then dressed me in a nice dirty old white onesie and a pair of old soccer shorts. Then she lifted me up from the changing table and then she said as she carried me over to one of disposal holding cribs in the Special Needs section: “Well honey…it’s time for disposal….I am going to have to walk you down to our Disposal Manager and hand you over to them, and then later they, hand you right over to the trash men who will load you and all of the diapers that have been collected, into their dirty diaper disposal truck. Once the trash men have you in their possession, you become THEIR property, to do with as they see fit. Either myself or one of the other nursery staff will walk you down to the disposal manager and then turn you over to her. She will take care of you for sure. Until then, I am sticking you in the disposal holding safety bed.” Said the Nursery Director as she lifted me up and put me down into a very dirty, old, safety bed that had old sheets that had old wet spots all over it, that was on the old mattress then she pulled the side up and then she lowered and then locked the top before she walked away to finish going around all of the diaper pantries and storage areas to pull out any old diapers that were not being used, that needed to be disposed of. The Director of the whole Daycare, came back over to the crib some 4 hours later, with one of the daycare staff members who worked in the infants and toddlers section, and asked her to get me out of the crib and take me over to the disposal Manager so that I could be turned over to her for pre-disposal transfer and diaper inspection. “I want you to take this person over to the disposal manager and turn him over to them. Make sure that you sign him in and sign the release of responsibility and custody papers before you leave…ok?” Said the Director, instructing her employee.
The employee took me out and put me down onto my feet. Then she took me by my left hand and led me out of the nursery area down six flights of stairs into a deep basement area where there was a door at the end of the last flight of stairs. The employee opened the door and then led me through it and then over to a window that reminded me of a ticket office. The employee led me over to the window and then began to tell the Disposal Manager that I was here to be turned over to them, to be disposed of. “Are you sure that you want to dispose of the person dressed like that?” asked the Disposal Manager. “We take your subject dressed however you dress ‘em, but I just wanted to ask you if you are sure that you want to dispose of the clothing that the person is wearing…” Stated the Disposal Manager. “Yea….take him like that….do whatever you want with him now….he is ALL yours!” Stated the employee. “Ok….I’ll take him! You won’t be getting the clothing back though! The clothing will get really, really dirty and all stained up before the subject is disposed of!” Stated the Disposal Manager. The Disposal Manager then came out of the little window shack and over to me to take my hand after the employee had signed all of the necessary paperwork. The disposal manager thanked the employee and then led me through the open door to the seemingly small shack, to the very back of the shack that was as big as a two bed-room apartment, where there were carts full of formerly wet cloth diapers, disposable diapers that were starting to dry out already, and carts and carts worth of old onesies, old toddler-sized cloth diapers, old wiping rags, old white under-shirts, old cloth and disposable training pants that all been worn at some point, until they all had been either wet in, or worn out completely.
“Ok my diapered boy, let me see what you have for me here…..you’ve been dressed in a“disposal diaper”….(a nice, super, super thick, modified disposable diaper that goes up to your nipples, and is meant to be worn during disposal.), onesie, a pair or white soccer shorts. The trash men like to have your diaper as loose as it can be but still have it not fall off of you….so….I am going to undress you and then adjust the fit of your diaper some now….after I take a look at the inside of your diaper…ok?” Said the Disposal Manager as she lifted me up onto a wide, padded, table, onto my back.
“Ok…legs in the air while I take off your shorts, un-button your onesie and then unfasten your diaper……..good boy! Now, we unfasten the tapes and pull the front of your diaper down…..there we go….now! I think that I am going to insert some cloth diapers into the middle and front of your diaper so that your disposable diaper will be more absorbent during your trip to the dump! I get to dress you…..ANY…..way…..I want…before your disposal! The trash men and I own you now! You are MINE….to do with…what I please! See…I can also take my time…disposing of you too….if I want! I can play with you and the diaper you are wearing…..until I get off my shift and then leave you here….for whoever comes on to replace me at night, to do whatever it is THEY want to do with you…until it is officially time to take you over to the trash men and let THEM….load you up into their nice dirty diaper disposal truck!” Explained the
Disposal Manager as she began to run her open hand across the front of my diaper’s plastic backsheet, once she had pulled the front of my diaper up and then fastened it with the tapes. “Well…what should we do to you first? Hmmm! Oh…I know….let me take you down here to the diaper disposal pre-crush machine! This way…your diapers will get a NICE healthy helping of compacting before the trash men come….nah…..never mind! Oh….I got it! I’ll simply leave you right here, in one of these nice trash carts full of diapers that are about to be disposed of…..this way, I can do stuff to you and your diaper while I am doing your disposal paperwork…..I have to stamp you and your diaper any way….so….yes…that is what I am going to do with you for now!” Decided the Disposal Manager as she picked me up, carried me over to the area where the diaper trash was being held until it was time to dispose of it all and then laid me down onto my back in one of the fullest trash carts. She then reached beside the cart and then pulled out a lid that fit the cart. “I am going to put this lid on so that you don’t get loose! I don’t want you getting loose on me! When I clear out the holding crib, I will come over and take you out of there and put you into the crib until it is time to be disposed of….ok?” Explained the Disposal Manager as she lowered the lid onto the cart and locking it into place.
The lid was left on for at least three hours before the disposal manager came back and took the lid back off again. “Ok baby boy….time to get you checked in….officially! I have to stamp you, your diapers, your onesie, and your soccer shorts now…..You and everything you are wearing…now belong to the Trash Men and I! I am going to take you over to another area where I am going to stamp you and what you are wearing….all over!
I am going to stamp your shorts first, while you are wearing them, then I will pull them down and then stamp your onesie, then, I am going to unfasten the snaps and then stamp your diaper in four places before I am going to pull your shorts back up. Don’t worry about your onesie being unsnapped though…it’s just the way that the trash men and I have decided to have it…besides…we all want to be able to see your diaper!” Stated the disposal manager as she lifted me out of the cart and put me down onto my feet.
“So…how comfy is your disposal diaper now baby boy? Is that diaper nice and thick between your legs? Can you feel your diaper sag between your legs as you walk? I sure hope so…because….when I walk you over to the trash men….they might ask me to strip your clothes off before I hand you over to them. Then, if your diaper isn’t thick enough, they will not take you! Sometimes, if our regular trash men are on vacation, then we get some substitutes who want you in thicker, bulkier diapers before they take you! Ugg! It’s frustrating when they do this!” Explained the Disposal Manger to me as she took me by the hand and led me over to where she was going to stamp my clothes, my diaper and I. “Once I get you stamped, I have to put you with the rest of the stuff that is being disposed of. If anyone comes and empties their diaper pails into the trash cans I am going to put you into, you and the diapers will be moved to a staging area where anything can happen….sometimes, the diapers get cycled through a nice diaper pre-crush machine where the diapers also get really nice and dirty looking….a dark, blackish-greenish stuff ends up all over everything….and all of the diaper juices are also collected and used to spray everything before you and the diapers end up in the pre-soak bin at the end of the exit chute….where you and the diapers are taken out and then put into the actual trash cans that the trash men will come and pick you up in…most of the time though, you are left in the pre-soak bin until it is time to take you out and get you over to the trash truck.
You are going to get all nice and messy! Your onesie will get all smelly and dirty, and your diaper will get all nice and slimy inside and out! This is what the trash men want from us…..most of the time! The trash men really don’t care what is being disposed of….they don’t care how you are dressed, how thick or thin your diaper or diapers are, they don’t care if your diapers are wet or dry, clean or dirty….as long as you are being disposed of…..you are nothing but property to them! Weight…..the more weight there is in their truck, the more that they will get paid for that weight…at the dump or transfer station….! Now, stand right here….while I stamp your shorts four times…..there is one stamp…….ok…here comes the next one……….good! Now…..here comes the next one………….ok……now….here comes the last one for your shorts…….Great…..Now…..turn and face me while I pull your shorts down and then begin stamping your onesie! Good! Ok……here comes the first one…..on the front….near your pee-pee…..good! Now turn to your right….good! Now…..bend over so that I can stamp your butt….a couple of times……one…….now two! Great! Now….I am going to turn you so that you are facing me again….ok….now, I am going to unbutton the snaps in your crotch of your onesie so that I can stamp your diaper all the way up as far as I can with your onesie still on…..ok….here goes the first snap….now the second…….now the third…..now the last…..now upsie-daisy….and now….I am going to press this stamp onto your diaper…..you are going to feel the stamp pressing into you….this isn’t gong to hurt a bit……” explained the Disposal Manager as she did each and every thing to me, my clothing and my diaper. “Here comes the first press of the stamp…..ok? now, I’m going to turn you around so that your back faces me….and then I’m going to press the stamp into your butt….on your diaper…..ok…..here it comes……good! Now, I’m going to turn you around so that you face me and then I am going to press the stamp into the front of your diaper in three places…starting….near your pee-pee and going up from there. Ok…here comes the first one……ok….now the second one….on your tummy……on your diaper….and now…..the last one…..on your chest….on your diaper………ok…great. Now…..I have to stamp your skin….in six places…..first ones are going to be your forearms….ok….this won’t hurt a bit…boy…..ok….good. now, I have to unfasten your diaper….for the next few stamps…I am going to let your diaper drop on the floor for a few seconds while I do this…..one second here…and I’ll have the tapes unfastened……………ok. There…..now….I have to stamp your “jewels”, your Butt, your chest and finally, your Tummy. I will do all of this in some sort of order…by height….ok….the stamp is going to feel a little cold and wet….for a few seconds while I press it into your skin…it won’t hurt a bit…..stay still…..you’re doing fine……ok…..ready? Here it comes……ok…good, now…..here comes the second stamp…..into your tummy…….o..k….now….I am going to stamp your chest……here…it…comes…………Great! All finished. Now I am going to put your disposal diapers back on….then I will hand you your shorts and onesie for you to carry over to one of the trash cans I am going to put you into…Then…I’m going to put the lid on and then lock it. I am then, going to walk back to my office and do the rest of your paperwork that I will have to send copies to your former caregiver, and the collection company that is going to pick you and your diapers up for disposal. Now….are you ready for the trash can? Ok….time to lift you up….uhhhhh! Ok….now….I’m lowering you down into this deep, tall, wide trash can………now….sit down with your legs folded against your diaper….and don’t mind all of those soft, cushy diapers under you….there WILL be more diapers being emptied into this can tonight….see ya!” Said the Disposal Manager as she loaded me into the trash can on top of a half of a can’s worth of loose, unrolled, unwrapped, open disposable diapers. Then, The disposal Manager reached down, picked up the metal lid and then she put it on the can and then locked the lid on so that there was NO chance of me getting out. Over the next four hours, many different people, opened the can and dumped in a bunch of loose, open, formerly wet disposable diapers, a few stained up, worn out cloth diapers, some formerly wet, now dry, disposable training pants, some old, stained up, torn up, ragged onesies and a few more disposable diapers. Then, once the can I was in, was completely full, and there were diapers, onesies, undershirts, old and new baby clothing like shorts, training pants and cloth diapers as well as a whole bunch of disposable diapers…..the can was put onto a large hand-truck and then moved over to a staging area where there were about ten other cans just like it….in two rows of five. The can I was in plus the three others brought in with mine, made thirteen rather wide, large, tall cans…full of diapers, and things that used to be used on me and other subjects. Then, someone brought in two full cans worth of stuffed animals that used to belong to several other subjects. Most of these were dolls that also had diapers on them, a few plush toys, and then a few life-sized dolls that also had rather thick disposable diapers on them. The area that the cans were in…was an area that had two metal doors that opened into a large room with a cement floor and the area looked like a secured version of were Wal-Mart keeps their carts. The cans were all being staged in two lines where once each empty can was put aside, the next one would fall into place, making it easier for the trash men to get at each and every can….like how milk is positioned. (You grab one and then the next one falls into place…well that is the way it is SUPPOSED to work….)
The Can I was in, was placed behind several cans that were full of nothing but loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers…and the cans full of the toys…were placed in behind the one I was in. the can I was in…was placed about 12th in the line of cans. At some point during the night, someone came over to the cans and began to open a few of them. One of those cans was the one I was in. Someone was taking out some of the diapers from the cans and rummaging through the cans to see what was in them.
This curious someone rummaged through the can I was in and this person…found me.
The lady…it turned out to be, pulled me out of the can by reaching under my arms and lifting me out up and out of my can. The lady held me above the can I was in, with my legs still dangling in the loose diapers in the can. “Well, Well, Well! What do we have here? It looks like we have a diapered boy…that is about to be disposed of! I know that we don’t have much time…but I just wanted to take a nice looksie at this boy before we put him and a few of the diapers, into our diaper Pre-Disposal machine. This boy is going to get REALLY….nice….and dirty in the Pre-crush cycle…..and then…he’ll look really filthy and nasty after the machine spits him and all of these diapers out into the pre-soak bin…..at the end of the exit chute……hey! Look down into his can! There are a pair of stamped shorts and a nice semi-clean stamped onesie. Dig them out and bring them to me. I am going to put them on him and then…..put him and his nice…comfy…extra long, saggy…. “Disposal Diaper”, into my cart so that I can take the load to them to put into the trash truck when it comes. Explained the mystery lady with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. “Ok boy, I’m putting you into my cart for now….but don’t…get comfy….and DON’T….think that you are not getting disposed of….the trash men are coming this evening to pick up the trash and when the truck pulls up, I am marching you right over to them and turning you right over to them. You will be in the cart for the next four hours until it is time to take out you and these loads of dirty diapers. You’d better get used to people opening the lid and pouring in a bunch of dirty diapers too…because today is trash day and everyone is bringing their dirty diapers and other stuff down here to be disposed of!” Explained the lady. “Now, time to get you dressed in these shorts and this onesie. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to check your diaper too and I WILL change it if it needs it! You won’t get a clean diaper though, you will get one of the diapers from the trash.” Explained the lady as she took me by the hand and led me over to an old changer that still had a few of the formerly wet disposable diapers on it, left over from another baby that had been changed on it before they too were disposed of a week earlier. The diaper was open and the padding was facing upwards. The lady lifted me up onto the changer then she picked the diaper up off of the changer and then tossed it into one of the trash cans next to the changer.
Then the lady took the onesie and then put it over my head and then pulled it down over my chest and tummy. Then, the lady took the shorts and then put my left leg in then my right leg in before she pulled the shorts on over my unsnapped onesie and bulky, semi-saggy disposable diaper. Once that was down, she took both of my hands and pulled me into a sitting position on the changing table. “Now, boy, it’s time for disposal! Time to get you over there to your trash can so I can put you back into it! But before I do, I want to make you a little more ready for disposal! I am going to rip a few holes in your clothing first…..and then I’m going to dirty you up a little bit by smearing some of the wet diapers all over you and your clothing before I toss you into the trash can! Ok, here we go!” Said the lady as she picked me up from the changing table and carried me over to the side of my trash can before she set me down onto my feet, onto the cold, hard concrete. The lady did exactly what she told me that she was going to do! She ripped holes in my clothes! She even tore the onesie down the seam in my right side and then tore my shorts right between my legs, in the area that separated my legs! “Now…see? It’s going to be MUCH easier for anyone who wants to, to check your diaper! Now, turn around with your backside to me while I smear this nice, wet, cloth diaper all over you!”
With the crotch of my shorts now hanging down between my legs and my onesie half hanging off of me, I turned around with my backside facing the lady. She liked what she saw….with my butt now all fat with bulky padding, she began to smear the wet cloth diaper all over my clothing starting from my head right down to my torn up shorts.
“Now boy, turn around and face me! ….NOW! If you don’t…I am going to take you RIGHT over to the wet cloth diaper flushing station and get you all wet after I burry you in 100 pounds of wet cloth diapers for over twenty minutes!” Stated the lady in a REALLY demanding, stern voice. I reluctantly turned to face the lady and then she took another wet cloth diaper out of the trash can I was going to be in, and then she began to press it against my clothing, making sure that my clothing soaked up the wetness before she used the wet diaper to really rub the wetness in. Then, the lady twisted the diaper up and wrung as much of the remaining wetness out as she possibly could, allowing the dripping wetness to run into my shorts, making all nice and wet! Then the lady untwisted the diaper and then she tossed the mostly dry diaper back into the trash can before she lifted me up and then lowered me into the trash can, on top of the two cloth diapers and a ton of unwrapped, wet disposable diapers. “There baby! Now I have a lot of work that needs to get done! The lid will now go on and be locked from the outside! There will be lots of other people who will be loading THEIR diapers into this trash can over the next three hours! Don’t stand up unless they…tell you to and then do what they say! Then, get back into the can so that they can put the lid back on! The trash men will be here to pick you and your diapers up for disposal soon! If I don’t get back here in time to get you out so that I can march you over to the trash men myself, then the trash men will just dump you and your diapers in this can, into their truck! What THEY do with ya….I DON’T care! You will then belong to them!” Explained the lady before she put the lid to the trash can on and locked it.
About fifteen minutes later, someone came over to the trash can and began to empty a bunch of loose, open, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers into the can. Then a few cans worth of onesies, cloth training pants and some various colored t-shirts were emptied into the trash can before the lid was put on again and locked again.
About ten minutes after that, another person came over to the trash can and then emptied at least three little diaper pails into the trash can. More and more loose unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers were dumped into the trash can I was in. This person then decided to pack the diapers down more so that more diapers could be emptied into the can. This person, who I couldn’t see, emptied their last large can into the can before putting the lid back on. Then, about an hour later, two people came over to the can and began to empty their trash can-loads of their wet diapers and unwanted onesies and body suits into the can. The second person had a few stuffed animals to dispose of and they put the stuffed animals into the can last before they put the lid back on. Eighteen minutes after that, three people had come over to empty their loads of diapers and old clothing into the trash cans that were all lined up. As they dumped their trash into the can I was in, and a few others that were next to the one I was in, they talked about the subjects that they had and what they were doing with them. They also talked about how they were cleaning out their closets and the diaper pantries, getting rid of any of the old clothing and diapers that they were not going to use at all. These people had disposed of at least ten unopened packages of clean, disposable diapers in the size that fits me. They had also disposed of a ton of folded onesies, footed sleepers with cute prints on them, several white onesies, a couple of torn up and worn out dark blue onesies, and a few stained up, and worn out baby blue onesies. They had also emptied their whole week’s worth of wet disposable diapers and in their diaper pails, were quite a few diapers that were not even wet at all, but the tapes had ripped off and were not usable to them anymore. They both packed the diapers down a bunch before they put the lid back on. The trash can I was in was just about full but still had enough room at the top to fit at least two more 32 gallon sized trash cans worth of diapers in. It was just as the trash can I was in, was being put onto a hand truck, to be taken over to where the trash men were going to empty it, when a mother came over with a diapered subject that she was going to dispose of and at least three 32 gallon sized trash cans packed full of diapers that she was disposing of. She asked the man to wait for a minute so that she could put her subject and her trash into the can. The man put the can I was in, back down and then walked over to the other trash cans to see how full they were. The lady put her girl into the trash can next to the one I was in, and then she began to pour in the first of three 32 gallon-sized trash cans worth of diapers, into the can I was in. She really, really packed the diapers down with her hands so that she could fit the second can into the can I was in. Now, since I was right near the bottom of the can, the diapers were really, really pressing against me and my face. I had part of a diaper’s plastic pressing against my right cheek, a rather wadded up disposable diaper’s liner pressing against my forehead and a couple of disposable diapers pressing against my chin and into my nose. The lady continued to empty her second load of diapers into the trash can I was in and then she poured in her third load of diaper related trash before she forced the lid back on tightly. Then, the man came over and began to move the can I was in, over to the alley way behind the Daycare. The can I was in, was left along a red brick wall, in a line with other cans that were also completely full of diaper related trash and maybe even a few other subjects too, for all I knew. As the man brought the last of the can and the three carts full of diapers out to the alley way, the trash men pulled up and began to empty the first of the cans in the line-up along the wall. The hopper in the side loading truck was almost full of diapers already and as they poured in more and more from the daycare, they got closer and closer to emptying the can I was in. Then, someone came running out to the truck carrying a VERY well dressed, diapered girl, wearing an expensive dress and a VERY clean and white onesie. “Hey guys, can you take this subject please? I don’t want her anymore! She is NOT wetting as many diapers anymore and she is too spoiled!” Explained the lady to the trash men. “Lady….we’d be GLAD to take your subject…but….the subject has to be stripped down some before we will take her. We have to be able to see her diaper with a flick of a wrist. She is wearing a dress, which is fine, but you will HAVE to unbutton her onesie for us first before I’ll take her.’ Explained one of the trash men to the lady. So the lady reached under the girl’s dress and then quickly unbuttoned her onesie. Then the lady picked her girl up and then held her up to one of the trash men who just about to take the can I was in and empty it into the truck.
The man took a look under the girl’s dress to see what type of diaper she was wearing, to make sure that she was wearing a thick enough diaper for the long, dirty, tightly packed ride to the diaper disposal plant or transfer station, which ever was the plan. The trash man then raised the girl up a little bit and then laid her down onto her tummy, on top of all of the dirty diapers in the truck’s compactor hopper. Then the man reached down and then took the lid off of the can I was in and then he picked the can up and then tipped it over so that everything in it would spill out into the hopper.
Once all of the diapers, clothing and I fell out into the hopper, he noted that he saw another subject in the load and went over to take a look at the diaper I was wearing.
He pulled the diapers that were covering me, aside while I laid on my back, so that he could take a rather close and personal look at my diaper. Once he was done inspecting my diaper, the man covered me with a whole bunch of diapers and then he hit the switch that activated the compactor. The compactor began to advance into the load of diapers and as it did, the diapers that were on top, began to fall down onto the compactor blade as it shoved the diapers in the hopper, into the container in the back of the truck.
Then, the compactor began to retract and the diapers that had fallen on top of it, were forced to stay put while the blade slid back into starting position. The diapered girl and I were on top as the compactor had been started. We fell onto the compactor blade along with a bunch of the diapers that had fallen. I landed on my butt and the girl landed on HER butt too. Both of our diapers got really, really greasy and the girl’s clothing got all stained up as the dirty compactor smashed all of the diapers into the container in the back of the truck. As the blade retracted, my feet came to rest against the edge of something and the blade kept retracting under me, forcing my disposable diaper to endure the sliding and rubbing of the compactor blade as it went under me. The girl was not as fortunate as to be wearing a diaper that was comfy enough and strong enough to endure this. The girl was wearing nothing but a once VERY white and clean thin cloth diaper-service diaper with a large green stripe on it and the diaper also had the name of the diaper-service on the front and back parts of the diaper too. As the blade finished retracting, the diapers and us two subjects, fell down into the bottom of the hopper, on top of a few of the diapers that had not made it into the container. The trash men continued to empty more and more full trash cans into the hopper before they emptied the three cart-loads of diapers into the hopper. This almost filled the hopper up, to the edge of the sides, but the trash men jumped onto the running boards on the side of the hopper and then the truck took off to the next stop, that was two blocks away. When the truck stopped at the next stop, the two trash men jumped down and began to empty the first cans from that stop into the hopper.
There were nothing but clean cloth diapers that had been washed and then disposed of, without being dried at all. The diapers had stains in them that didn’t wash out and there were at least two full trash cans worth dumped into the hopper. Then the next can was emptied and it had nothing but worn but not wet disposable diapers in it.
The next can that the other trash man had emptied, had stuffed animals and fairly new baby clothing in it. One of the trash men turned the compactor on and then they both continued to empty the remaining trash cans into the hopper on top of the compactor blade that was now pressing against all of the squishy diapers and forcing us two subjects into the container in the back. The compactor blade forced me against all of the diapers that had been compacted before and this forced my legs apart and also forced a whole bunch of diapers to get squished against the diaper I was wearing, and my crotch!
Once the compactor retracted, the truck had driven half a block already. The truck drove for about 8 blocks, turning and stopping various times before it turned once more and then came to a stop. The two men jumped down and began to grab their first cans to empty. The first can had diapers in clear plastic bags….some were cloth diapers and others were disposable. All of the diapers were dumped into the hopper and then the other man raised the can the had and then dumped all of the diapers into the hopper. The diapers fell on top of the diapers that had been dumped in by the other man and from what I could see…..they were all loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers. Then another can was dumped in and that can had nothing but almost new baby clothing in it…that were slightly messed up in the factory. Then another trash can was emptied into the hopper and it had nothing but half used packs of disposable diapers in a large toddler size and a whole bunch of the wet diapers used from the half empty packages. Then one of the men hand tossed a half a bag worth of loose, clean, dry, cloth diapers into the hopper before he went to help the other man hand toss two bags worth of loose, wet disposable diapers.
Once they were done, they both jumped back onto the running boards and then the truck moved on to the next destination. A few blocks away, a daycare had put out all of their wet disposable diapers, their unwanted cloth diapers, (both clean/dry and or wet) and anything else that they were disposing of that week. The trash truck pulled right up and began to empty the first of ten cans on each side. The other side of the alley had a home that had someone there watching at least six subjects in diapers and, every week, had all ten cans full of loose disposable diapers. As both men dumped their cans into the hopper at the same time, the hopper got fuller and fuller until it became time to run the compactor again. Once the men finished emptying cans on each side of the alley, they both jumped onto the running boards and then the truck took off again. As the truck drove, the diapers in the hopper popped back into the hopper from all of the shaking and bumping that the truck did. The truck drove to the next alley, and to the next stop about four houses down. Once the driver stopped, the driver got out and one of the men working on the right side of the truck went up to take over driving. The driver turned out to be a woman and there was another woman on the other side that also switched with the other man on the left side of the truck. Both women went over to the closest can, picked it up and then carried their cans over to the hopper. They both dumped their cans into the hopper, banging the cans on the side of the hopper to make sure to get any diapers that might be stuck on the bottom, into the hopper. In one can, there were a whole load of loose, diapers that weren’t rolled up and then in the next trash can, there were a mix of toddler onesies, old, stained up, formerly wet toddler sized cloth diapers, old, formerly wet toddler sized training pants, loose, Disposable diapers in a large toddler size, that were not rolled up for disposal, and a whole bunch of large sized disposable training pants.
Then the next can on the right side contained loose unused, still folded disposable diapers with plastic backing…like the old Pampers from the 1990’s had. The diapers were still nice and fresh smelling too. The woman picked the can up and then carried it over to the hopper before she emptied the can’s contents into the hopper.
Then, the other woman from the other side, emptied a large overflowing can of loose wet disposable diapers into the hopper. then, the woman on the left picked up a boy dressed in a rather comfortable Pampers diaper that had just been put on him and then she raised him up over the hopper and then lowered him into it and then placed him onto his tummy, on top of all of the other diapers in the hopper. Then, the woman on the right pushed the compactor’s power button. She touched the slow green button that makes the compactor work slowly instead of fast and hard when the red button is pushed.
As the compactor began to advance onto the load and the boy, the two women continued to empty other full trash cans into the hopper on top of the compactor as it advanced. The diapered boy was instructed to stay laying down on his tummy…no matter what…until he and the diapers had been compacted into the container. The diapers that had been dumped on top of the compactor, slid back and then forth as the compactor did all of the nice, wet diapers and that nicely diapered boy. Once the compactor began to retract, the diapers on top began to little by little fall into the hopper that now had some space. The last of the overflowing trash cans full of wet diapers and baby clothing were dumped into the hopper from each side and then the mother who had disposed of her boy, brought some of the boy’s favorite clothing out to give to the trash collectors.
The woman on the left, took each item from the mother and then tossed the items through the air and into the hopper. The mother looked surprised….she was hoping that they would put the items aside in the cab or somewhere so that her boy would get them.
This was against Company policy…..The policy stated that all items belonging to any subject that has been clearly disposed of, must be also disposed of.
Right now, the diapered boy had a bunch of wet disposable diapers pressing up against the back of his disposable diaper and he had been pressed into a large pile of disposable diapers and cloth diapers in the container on the truck. Then the woman jumped up onto the running board and then signaled for the driver to go to the next stop, which was about five miles into the middle of nowhere. The next and last stop, was right near the land that had been set aside to become the next diaper disposal above-ground dump. It was just across the dry river bed that was about ten stories deep. The driver would have to drive across a bridge to get to the diaper disposal dump. The dump had its own transfer station that transferred all of the loads of diapers, subjects and their clothing, to a large over-sized dump truck that drove to a designated location in the dump, to dump it’s load…that made a pile or into an existing above-ground pile. Each pile was left to grow as tall as they could make it until it was time to make another pile. Each pile was left alone and once the dump’s land was completely used up, they would annex to another parcel of land and then do the same thing. The dump would then close the full parcel and then open the new one…and they would continue on and on like this until they hit a snag, or they had to go to another location in another part of the rural part of the city, a long, long ways from reach or smell of the city. The driver drove down the alley and then stopped at the street. He turned right and then drove the truck down the street to the stoplight. He then turned left and then drove the five miles to the intersection where he turned right again. He then drove down the street a ways before stopping and then turning left down an alley.
He then drove to the middle part of the alley and then stopped. The two women knew this house well. These residents always threw out lots and lots of loose, wet, disposable diapers, unused portions of packages of disposable diapers, training pants that they didn’t like or didn’t work well, and they ALWAYS….had one of the maids bring them freshly cleaned largest cloth diapers they had….in large, white plastic bags, to be disposed of.
The maid would carry these heavy, large, densely packed clear trash bags, full of Toddler sized cloth diapers that had been freshly cleaned just before disposal. The women would have to sit and wait for the maids to bring them each and every bag…and there were over ten bags worth. Once all of these bags had been tossed into the hopper the women would then begin emptying all of the 15 42 gallon sized overflowing trash cans, into the hopper.
The compactor had to be run a few times before the two women were done. Then the two women jumped onto the running boards and then the driver drove the truck over the bridge and over to the diaper disposal above-ground dump, with its own transfer station.
The driver pulled into the transfer station and was directed to back up to one of the many large, deep compactors. Then the back of the truck began to raise up and all of the diapers that were in the front part, slid down against the diapers, subjects and stuff near the center of the container that was just about to be emptied. As the container rose, the diapers and us two subjects began to slide down towards the open rear tail gate. Once the container stopped rising, the diapers and us two subjects began to spill out and into another larger hopper that was not even nearly full yet. The load of diapers and us two subjects spilled out on top of another truck load worth of wet diapers in large white and black trash bags and a lot of loose wet disposable diapers. Once the trash truck that had collected all of the diapers was empty, it pulled forward and then left. Once that truck left, another larger front-loading truck backed up and began to empty it’s load into the deep hopper. Once the truck was done, it too left and another large capacity truck backed in and emptied it’s load into the hopper. this continued until it began to get dark and the hopper had filled to the fill line. It was now time to run the compactor. The compactor started up and began to “do the dirty diapers” in the hopper. My loosely fastened and baggy diaper had been crushed between loads of diapers before but now…my diaper and I were about to be crushed against and between large open bags of disposable diapers! My saggy part of my diaper began to bunch up and press up against me…the bags of diapers behind me began to push up against my diapered bottom…..as my diapered bottom and I were forced into the loose diaper-filled container truck that was parked at the back opening of the transfer station’s compactor. The truck was really just a large dump truck that looked like a container, like those that went on a container ship. As the compactor continued to do the loads of diapers in the compactor at the transfer station, the manager of the whole station and the manager of the above-ground diaper dump just behind the station where the truck was parked, stood nearby, watching as large truck after large truckload of diapers and diaper-related want-nots were being dumped into each of their transfer station’s compactors. There seemed to be a steady stream of trucks of varying sizes, lining up to take their turn, dumping their loads at “their station”.
“You know John…” Said the station’s Manager to the Dump’s Manager
“What Bud.” Answered the Dump’s Manger. “I feel like going over to the sorting area where the truckloads of diapers are going to be dumped down diaper chutes for sorting before they all end up back on open dump trucks for transport to the piles they are going to be sent to. I want to see just how many subjects the dump just got this week. Last week, the dump got over six subjects and do you know what those subjects are being used for right now?” Asked John to Bud.
“Why Yes! I do John. I have a few of the subjects being used by the dump’s Lab who continually test diaper samples received each week, from each new pile that is created and that already exist, to make sure that none of the diapers in each pile, get bugs in them or that any mold get into them. You see, we even use a few of the subjects to test our anti mold, anti-mildew agents that we constantly spray onto the loads of diapers and the subjects that arrive here. The lab circulates each and every subject through their lab at least twice a month until one or more of the subjects are either flushed down one of our “specialty toilets” along with a bunch of cloth diapers, or someone buys the subject from us, like a diaper company or something….but we always know that each subject bought from us, will always return to us after that subject is disposed of again. We are the ONLY diaper dump in this area. There are others….one place is called “Diaper Land” but that is over 2,000 miles away from here….we receive diapers and related items, from over 14 counties….and we…are one of the greener “Diaper Disposal” dumps too. Why our lab…also uses a lot of the diapers in their composting methods and sometimes, they also insert a subject into their compost pile, burying the subject just past their diaper….they even do this with the subjects who wear cloth diapers too sometimes, and only if they are ordered to do so with that subject.” Explained Bud to his co-worker and Dump Manager, John. “There are also several diaper composting methods that the lab uses…a few that they themselves, made up. Like for instance, there is a method that they made up, just for diapered subjects, that they call “Whole-Diaper Composting”. It’s where they bring the subject and their diaper (while it is still on them)that is being composted, over to a designated “Whole-Diaper Composting” area and then they lead them through a door in what looks like a “greenhouse” that is used just for composting only. Then, once the subject is measured up to the waistband of their diaper and a hole in the ground is made that is satisfactory, the subject is put into the hole and then a bunch of diapers that were designated for Whole-Diaper composting are then poured into the hole with the subject. The diapers are layered in a little at a time. First, the subject gets some special “composting soil” poured in that cover their feet, then a layer of diapers that go up to their knees, then a layer of composting soil and then some more diapers and if that person feels like pouring more composting soil up to the subject’s nipples on their chest, they have to ask for permission from me….I then have to go over there and take a look at the situation and once I do…get a look, I can approve or deny them permission or not. If I grant that person permission, they can make a “mound” around the subject with the layers of diapers and soil right up to the subject’s nipples on their chest. The subject can only be kept in that hole for up to a week before that subject, but not their diaper, has to be taken out of the hole and then brought back into the nursery for a real clean-up. Once the subject is pulled out of the hole, more diapers are poured into the hole and then more soil is poured on top of the diapers thus filling the hole. When there is no more room for more holes, we simply put up another “greenhouse” and then prepare the soil to get the Composting soils that we use, put in. Once the “greenhouse” is ready for use, we bring in more subjects and diapers. We first let the labs do whatever THEY…want to do with the subjects for as long as they need them for, before the subject either gets put into the “Compost cart”, the “Flushing Cart” or…the cloth diaper laundry cart. Sometimes, there is a cart in the labs that is used to bring the diapers & subjects used in experiments to a “Disposal Nursery” where everything from diapers of all types and styles to subjects are held right before they all are taken to a large pit near the back of the dump and then all of the diapers and any subjects get dumped into the dirt pit where they are left for months at a time. There are staff members hired and trained to feed each subject in the pit and to feed each subject while they are being composted.” Explained Bud to John, the Diaper Transfer Station Manager.
“Well Bud, I think that I am going to go up to the Compactor Control station and watch from a “bird’s eye view as the diapers get dumped into the hoppers and then get compacted again. Sorry about the pun…bird’s-eye cloth diapers are nice but only when they are made into pre-folds. I am going to start thinking about making one of the compactors a “cloth only” diaper compactor. I am also going to think about sending out a all diaper collector’s memo that asks that they designate at least one or more of their trucks as a “Cloth Diaper Only” collection truck so that we can have the loads come in pre-sorted. Then…you won’t have to go through that extra step and extra cost either. If there is an extra cost, we’ll just pass it on to the collection companies and thus the home owners.” Explained john as they both parted ways….to go and do their jobs.
Just as Bud was getting to the sorting area, one of the sorters ran across a subject diapered in a rather thin disposable diaper with one tape on each side. The subject’s diaper wasn’t wet yet at all so the sorter placed the subject in a cart that was headed straight to the diaper labs. Bud saw this and then went down the metal staircase to tell the sorter where he’d rather have that subject sent.
“Excuse me…hold on, did I see you put that subject in the cart that is bound for the labs?” asked Bud to the sorter.
“Um….yes, I did put the subject in that cart….is there another cart that you’d like me to put them in instead?” Asked the sorter.
“Yes, I’d like that subject to go directly to the nursery. She is going to serve us as a wet cloth diaper laundry test item for a while until I can get the formula of our diaper detergent just right. I need to be able to wash wet cloth diapers and then dry them too and the best way to do this is to have a whole nursery full of subjects who wear nothing but cloth diapers. I will also get you a large plastic barrel to have the diapers that you think should be placed in piles, put into. If you see a subject that fits those criteria, also put them into that barrel too. If you feel like it, you may…check any of the subject’s diapers for wetness or for size, type, style and any other information you think might be needed, alright? Here is a clipboard so that you can log that information for me. Turn in these sheets when you punch your time card at the end of every shift. Make sure that all of your team members also do the same thing. I am making you…into our first…”Team lead”….what do you think of that?” Asked Bud to the newly appointed “Team lead.”
“WOW! I like that. You will tell me what my job responsibilities are though right?” Said the new team lead. “yep. I will call you over to my office during your lunch time, right before you have to go back to your station. I already have someone filling your position at lunch. Since this dump just opened last week, and we closed the other one, there will be lots of other positions opening up here….we are going to be branching out and also incorporating a few other companies in the near future. I can only tell you this for now….we will be making diapers, selling diapers and collecting diapers that have been disposed of. Lots of opportunities to make money. Always remember this; I pay you to actually care about the subjects and their diapers, even when they both are being disposed of or recycled. I don’t hire those who show that they DON’T!” Explained Bud to the new team lead. “Thanks Bud, I’ll do my best…..” Said the new team lead as she walked back to her station. Bud began to walk around the sorting station, watching all of the “teams’ of sorters, sorting through the cloth diapering items, the few subjects and the disposable diapers. He stopped to take a look at one of the sorters who had put a subject with a cloth diaper on, in the cart that had “Disposable Diapers” printed on it. Bud stood there, about three-feet behind the sorter, as the sorter took a handful of cloth diapers and put them into the cart on top of the subject. (hmmmmm why is this person putting cloth diapers into the disposable diaper cart? That is what the “Cloth Diaper cart” is for.) “Excuse me…hit the stop button….ok, I think you misunderstood. The cloth diapers and all items made of cloth, go into the cloth diaper cart and all of the disposable diapers and other items made for disposal, are to be put into the Disposable Diaper Cart. If a subject is wearing a disposable diaper, put that subject into the “Disposable Diaper Cart”. If the subject is wearing a Cloth Diaper, that subject goes into the “Cloth Diaper Cart” ok?, don’t put any more cloth diapers into the disposable diaper cart from now on.” Explained Bud to the fairly new sorter. Then Bud stood out of the way while the start button was pushed and the conveyor belt started again. He watched the sorter for a while to confirm that the sorter was sorting things correctly before the continued on his stroll through the sorting area. Once Bud passed the station that he had stopped at and went over to the cloth diaper sorting station, then went straight over to the part where the cloth diapers and subjects were being sprayed with the anti-mold-anti-mildew chemicals. He watched the subjects and the disposable and cloth diapers go in wet, dry, clean and stained up, he also watched the subjects and diapers come out of the other end soaking wet and slightly covered in gloppy colored gels.
He also watched as the handlers picked the subjects and the soaking wet diapers up and put them into another cart that was going to be taken to the part of the room where the cloth diapers would be chosen to go to either the toilet, the recycling machine or be taken to the labs. Each cart full of cloth diapers and subjects wearing cloth diapers, had been brought in, mixed up with the disposable diapers and subjects wearing disposable diapers.
The local cloth diaper service also had their own diaper collection truck that came around, collecting only cloth diapers…and any unwanted subjects that were wearing unwanted cloth diapers. The Diaper Service would bring in the loads of cloth diapers and subjects, then they would send the entire load of diapers and any subjects, to be soaked, washed and then rinsed. Then the soaking wet diapers get sorted and any of the diapers that are torn up or worn out, are pulled out and then sent to a shredder. Any subjects wearing worn out cloth diapers, also got sent to the shredder with the cloth diapers in a load. Once the Cloth Diapers were sorted, the ones NOT going to the shredder or being flushed were left, the labs would get what was left over and the Dump’s Nursery would also get some. The cloth diapers were used on the subjects in the nursery and in the labs. Once the subjects reached the labs with their cloth diapers on, the labs would bring each and every subject over to a receiving nurse for inspection. Once each subjects passed or failed inspection, the subjects that passed, were placed into cribs to wait for someone to pick them up for use in experiments or for use in work duties. The ones that failed, were all placed into large carts along with any of the diapers that were headed to the toilets, to be flushed. The rejected subjects and diapers were stored in a large room until someone decided to roll t