The Rear-loader Garbage Day-Inspired by ThaThunderStorm

It was a warm and sunny day in August when Rose came into her thickly diapered son's bedroom early that morning to change his wet diaper, as she always did, every morning. The difference in her situation is, her son was now 14 years old.

Rose: Good morning honey, did you sleep Well? Oh....my! You are soaking wet! Let me get that wet thing off and get you into a nice, dry and comfy diapy-poo shall we???

Avery: Mooom!!! I....am not....a baby any more!

Rose: As long as you live in this house, and you wear diapers, you are my baby!!! I gave birth to you, I have diapered you since then.
Ok, here.....we go.....(unfastening the tapes and pulling the front of his diaper down so to wipe him clean)

Rose: This....ought to be...a lot more comfy......getting you.....all...nice....and clean.....THERE!  (Dropping the last wipe into the diaper before she pulls it out from under Avery, and folds it over, before setting the wet diaper on the floor and grabbing the thick, bulky, white Northshore Care Supply #SupremeOvernight diaper, opening it up, sliding the back half under Avery, then shaking a lot of powder into the diaper before she pulls the front of the diaper up and begins fastening the tapes snuggly.)

Rose: There! All.....better now. (Giving his thickly padded bottom a couple of light pats.) OK....UP...UP you go.....there.....now, let's get you.....little mister, into one of your.....nice.....comfy onesies.

Avery: But...MOM!!! Do I.....HAVE....to wear that......baby thing????

Rose: Of course you do! You wear.......what I say you will wear........besides.....it keeps your diaper covered when we go out. Today, honey, is a very, special day. Your father and I have been talking, he and I both agree that all of your disposable diapers, all of the cloth diapers, plastic pants that we bought for you, have cost us too much. We can't afford you, your diapers any more. Yesterday, while I was at work, I called several agencies to ask them to take you. You are too old for a couple of them, not old enough for another couple, and none of the foster homes in this and the next state, have room for someone who has to wear diapers. Your father called our state Representative and he referred us to this facility that told us to go ahead and just take you and all of the stuff we don't want, right.....out to the curb for disposal. This facility called the trash company that picks our trash up and told them that we were disposing of you and your diapers. They arranged for the trash company to take you as trash, on trash day, which is tomorrow.
So.....tomorrow at around 7:00 am, you and I will be standing out at the curb, waiting for the nice......trash man to come take you and your diapers away.

Avery: But, but, but.....MOM!!! Do you and dad.... have to throw me....away?

Rose: Because.....we can't afford to diaper you any longer. We have been spending over $400 per month on your....disposable diapers per month, including shipping, and.....6 months ago, we spent $359.83 on 6 dozen cloth diapers and plastic pants for you that now, we rarely use. I'm so....sorry baby, but, your father and I have already made the arrangements for your disposal. Our trash man has agreed to take you and your diapers.

Avery: PLEASE!!! PLEASE.....don't let the trash man take me!!!! I......I......Promise!!! I will try harder to get out of diapers!!! I swear!!!

Rose: My baby......everything is already set up. It is going to happen no matter what. You are being turned over to the trash man. Your father has already paid them and signed your custody papers over to them. They have control of you now.

Avery: Are you......going to throw....ALL......of my diapers and clothes away...too???

Rose: Yes, I am....

Avery: Even.....my....clean diapers that are still in the packs???

Rose: Every.....Single.....Diaper that is here baby.

Avery: Will you change my diaper before we go out there at least???

Rose: Well, we will see. The trash men don't care if your diaper is wet or not, once they put you into their trash truck, it won't matter if your diaper is wet...or not. It's all going to be trash along with you....I'm afraid.

Avery: What if I don't wanna wear my onesie tonight? Can I sleep without it?

Rose: Yes, baby, I suppose....you can.
When I come to wake you up early in the morning, I will decide if I am going to change your diaper then or not.

Avery: I.....don't....WANNA be......dis....posed of!!!!

Rose: Sorry Avery, but.....the trash man already is expecting you. Our trash man......a very, cool guy indeed, that we know as ThaThunderStorm, is going to take you and your diapers, clothes and your sheets, comforter and pillow to the landfill.

Avery: Even.....if I don't wanna go???

Rose: Yes! Even if you don't wanna go!!! ThaThunderStorm doesn't care if you are wet, dry, what you are wearing or...not wearing, or what you feel like....he... is just going to grab ya, load you into the back of his trash truck, load the rest of the trash and your diapers, then, he will start that compactor.

Avery: MOOOOOM!!! You mean....
to tell me.....that.....you are going to let...the trash man take me????

Rose: Yes baby, I am. Your father already paid our trash man to take you and your diapers. They already own you now baby. ThaThunderStorm is coming tomorrow to take you away to your new home, the....landfill.

Avery: Can I at least.....wear the diapers that....I want before you take me out to the trash truck?

Rose: Sure baby....what diapers do you want to wear???

Avery: Can I at least have 8 of my cloth diapers layered into my Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight Diapers please...mom???

Rose: Sure. I will grab 8 of your cloth diapers from the trash can before your father takes the trash out to the curb tonight. I will put them into tour diaper that I put on you tonight so that when I wake you up tomorrow, I won't have to change tour diaper.
Ok baby, lay down now so that mommy can change your diaper. Your diaper doesn't look or feel that wet yet, but, I'm going to change it anyhow.

Avery: Mommy!!! My diaper is still....comfy though! Don't change it yet!!!

Rose: Son, it really doesn't matter to our trash man what you are wearing! When I take you out there to the curb, he is just going to grab you, toss you into the hopper and then run the compactor!!!!

Avery: NOOOO! PLEEEEASE! Please......I....PROMISE I will try not to wet my diapers! Promise! I....swear I won't!

Rose: Sorry, It's too late. You already belong to the trash company! We paid them to take you tomorrow morning. You are their property now!
Our trash man will just toss you right into the back of the truck and dump in more trash and your......clothing and diapers on top of you, then run the compactor! He doesn't care. So.....there.....all...done. You should be all, nice, dry and comfy now for the night and the morning when I take you out to the curb to meet our trash man.

Avery: BUT, but, but......what are you going to do with my.....cloth diapers that were still inside that disposable diaper you just took off me?

Rose: OH, they will go into the trash outside which will be set out at the curb tonight, why.....do you...want it?

Avery: Yes mom, I...do.

Rose: Fine! Here! You and that diaper are both going to the same place anyhow. I don't care if you sleep with it or not, you will be packed in with a bunch of them anyhow. We live right next door to a home daycare that throws a ton of diapers away weekly.
OK babe, lay down and mommy will tuck you in one final time. There. Comfy? (Kissing Avery's forehead) Good night sweetie. Sleep well. Morning comes faster than you think. (Flips light switch off and room becomes dark) nighty night now.
Rose closes the door.

The Next Morning.....

5:30 AM:

Rose gets up, gets showered, dressed and pours her first cup of coffee. As she drinks her coffee, she begins grabbing Avery's unopened packs of clean, and unused disposable diapers and taking them out to the curb, leaving them sitting beside the full and over-loaded 96 gallon trash tote to the left of it in a row. Then, once the last pack was at the curb, Rose grabs a handful of Avery's clean and folded cloth diapers from the diaper changer drawers, and takes them out to the curb and puts them on top of the packs of Avery's clean disposable diapers. Rose comes back in three more times and carries out another heaping handful of Avery's clean and folded cloth diapers and onesies.
Once the first two drawers were emptied, Rose opens the next and last two drawers and takes out a bunch of plastic and rubber pants as well as plastic-lined cargo pants and slacks. She then carries them outside to the curb and leaves them on the stack of diapers on top of the packs of Avery's disposable diapers.
Then, Rose comes back in and goes to wake Avery.

Rose: (leaning over Avery who is still sleeping) Hey hooooney,  wake UUUUP! It's morning time. I need to take these blankets out to the curb right now before the trash man comes. Come on....waky, waky baby! (Pulling all of the covers off the bed, wadding it up and then leaving to take them out to the curb. Once his covers were at the curb, Rose came back into Avery's bedroom and got Avery up and gave him two tall glasses of white whole milk and a breakfast bar to eat for breakfast.)

Rose: Hurry up and drink your milk and eat your breakfast bar so that we can go out and wait for our trash man. I don't want to miss him.

Avery: OK.....ok!

Avery finishes his breakfast bar and drinks his milk then Rose grabs Avery's diaper bag, still fully stocked, with two bottles of baby powder, six clean diapers, a container of baby wipes, and a couple of Avery's clean onesie bodysuits still inside, and slings the diaper bag over her left shoulder before grabbing Avery's right hand and then opening the front door with her right hand, while leading Avery outside into the cool morning air then closing the door.
Rose and Avery walked out to the curb where the thick-bladed green grass met the cement of the curb, where the three over-filled 96 gallon trash totes were and the packs of his clean disposable diapers.
Rose stopped Avery and made him stand next to the last trash tote behind the pile of his onesies, clothing and packs of his clean disposable diapers while she unfastened the buttons in the crotch of his onesie and then she began to take the stained up, partially wet, white onesie off. Once she got it off of Avery, Rose tossed it onto the pile of clean ones at the curb.

Rose: I want you to be wearing just your diaper for disposal. Oooh! Your diaper is leaking too! Oh...well....you're trash now. Just a few.....more minutes......and the trash truck will be here. Can't you hear the truck on the block down from us? Soon, they will turn and come towards us....first, they have to stop at the home daycare next door. There will be a BUNCH of dirty diapers in there for ya.....

Avery listened for the sound of the trash truck coming and he began to shiver and shake in fear. The trash truck indeed was coming closer and closer. The sound of the Detroit diesel engine racing, and the sound of trash totes banging was a kin to the sound of #Thunder to Avery.

Rose: I...can't WAIT to see you being disposed of boy! I...am so...excited!!!

Avery: BUT! BUT! BUT! Mooom! I don't wanna be disposed of! Can I get my wet diaper changed at least? My diaper is starting to leak and run down my leg!!!

Rose: Sorry boy! I do not clean up trash....you now are trash!

Soon, the rear loader trash truck appears as it pulls around the curve and it stops next door to empty the trash from the home daycare. They empty 5 large 96 gallon trash totes and empty two 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans full of loose wrt and messy disposable diapers. Then, the truck pulls forward and comes to a stop right in front of Avery and Rose standing at the curb. ThaThunderStorm jumps down, grabs the first of the cloth diapers and plastic pants and tosses them into the hopper of the trash truck. Then he grabs the unopened packs of Avery's clean Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight disposable diapers and tosses them all into the hopper. Then, ThaThunderStorm comes over to Avery, and with his gloved hands, grabs Avery's left arm and forces him to stand at the back of the truck for a few seconds.

ThaThunderStorm: OK boy.....time to get into the hoppa now.....do ya want help or can you git in on yo own? Nah.....I'll git ya in!

ThaThunderStorm lifts Avery up and sits him down on the edge of the hopper facing him, ( with his back towards the hopper) and then he pushes Avery back and Avery falls down onto his back, landing on some of the loose cloth diapers and a large pile of loose, unrolled wet disposable diapers.  Then, ThaThunderStorm began to toss the rest of the packs of diapers and what was left of the loose cloth diapers into the rear loader trash truck hopper. Avery sat up with his elbows propping him up to see what was coming next.
ThaThunderStorm brought the first 96 gallon tote around to the back and hooked it to the tipper. Then he activated the tipper. All of Avery's disposable diapers came crashing down upon him.

Avery: Hey! Sir? Please......please don't throw me away! I need my diaper changed too!

ThaThunderStorm: Sorry! You are trash! I am here to haul your mom's trash away. I don't care if your diaper is wet...or not! Almost time for a packer cycle....I can wait until the next stop to run it, but I have to run the packer then fo sho.

Avery: PLEEEEEASE don't do this to me! PLEASE!!!

ThaThunderStorm: I...have to son! You are in the trash, so this is what happens to da trash son! Git ready boy......OK.....packa time!!!

ThaThunderStorm runs the first part of the packer cycle and the blade comes most of the way down. This scares Avery so badly that he wets his already leaky diaper. Then, ThaThunderStorm starts the second half of the cycle. The scooper part of the blade extends out as it comes down and over Avery with a rolling wave of loose cloth diapers, loose disposable diapers, packs of unopened Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight Diapers and packs of unopened booster pads, folded and freshly cleaned white onesies, and 30 plastic and rubber pants. The blade slowly scoops Avery and the diapers and other trash up and pulls it all in. Avery's bulky, soaked diaper is smooshed up against his butt as a lot of the wetness leaks out and runs back down into the hopper. ThaThunderStorm sees the small river of wetness and knows that the packer has pressed Avery's diapers hard!
Avery: (Mumbling from behind the packer blade) Hey! Get me out of here! It's hot, stinky, and there are wet diapers all over me!

ThaThunderStorm ignores Avery as he empties the trash from the current stop and then, suddenly, the compactor blade releases the pressure and Avery, a bunch of the diapers and other trash, comes falling back into the hopper. As the compactor blade comes back down then stops momentarily, ThaThunderStorm starts the second part of the packer cycle. The scooper blade begins to scoop Avery, a bunch of the diapers and other trash up as it also begins to press and pack Avery, the diapers and other trash against the trash and diapers already inside. Avery moans as the packer cycle stops.
As the truck moves on to the next house, Avery's diaper is uncomfortably pressed against his butt and is leaking wetness down onto the hopper floor, which is trickling down into the hopper.
ThaThunderStorm jumps down and grabs the first trash can. It is full of blue diaper disposal bags from a diaper genie. The bags are all laying inside the large 97 gallon trash rote as ThaThunderStorm pulls it over to the back of the truck and swings the can lid back to prepare to empty it.
As he dumps all of the "diaper sausages" into the hopper, he thinks;

ThaThunderStorm: Here are some....more dirty diapers for you....AVERY!!!

Then, once the first can was empty, ThaThunderStorm brought the next can over to empty. This can had a lot of old baby clothing in it and some bathroom trash in it. The can was emptied into the hopper and then ThaThunderStorm grabbed the 3rd and last can and brought it over to empty. This can had all of the usual household trash in it. He empties the trash into the hopper then puts the empty can back before grabbing the folded playpen and the two strollers, tossing them into the hopper. Then, ThaThunderStorm starts the compactor cycle. As the blade opens up, Avery and a few of the loose diapers fall back into the hopper again.

ThaThunderStorm: OH! Back for some more packer action.....are ya?? Ready for more? Let me give it to ya!!! Time...to...pack your...bags Sonny...boy! You're going on a nice trip to the transfer station!!!

ThaThunderStorm runs the packer cycle and it crushes Avery's diapered butt against a lot of loose diapers, trash bags full of cloth diapers, and other trash while the trash that was just loaded was also crushing against his entire body as well as his diapered butt. As the compactor cycle ended, the truck went to the next stop. As the truck pulled up to the next stop, ThaThunderStorm jumped down and began to bring the nearest 96 gallon trash can over to the back of the truck, flipping the lid open as he did. He noticed that the entire can was full of loose, wet and formerly wet cloth diapers, Luvs disposable diapers that were just a little bit wet and not rolled up, as he watched the can tip it's contents into the hopper of the red rear loader.
Once the load had spilled out into the hopper, he put the can back down and rolled it back to the curb before grabbing the next can. As he grabbed the second can, he saw a maid, a cleaning lady, wearing scrubs standing there at the curb and standing next to her, was a medium sized boyish dude, wearing only a thick, wet, cloth diaper with clear plastic pants on over it.

ThaThunderStorm: Good....Morning miss. Is he just...watching or is he out here for disposal?

Cleaning Lady: He is here for disposal. We were...just waiting for you to he ready to take him.

Diapered dude: Hey! I don't wanna be thrown away! Aren't those....MY....diapers that were thrown into that....trash truck???

Cleaning Lady: Yep! They are. You aren't going to need them where you are going!

ThaThunderStorm: Well then son, it's time....to put you....into the truck along with the rest of the trash! (Grabs the dude's left hand and pulls him over to the back of the truck then begins to load him into the hopper with the rest of his cloth diapers, clean and wet disposable diapers.)

Diapered dude: But, but, you threw away...all of my clean cloth diapers and a lot of the packs of my disposable diapers! Hey! Don't put me in here with my diapers!

ThaThunderStorm: I don't care about the diapers or what you have on or don't have on! You are....trash and I am your trash man! I am here to haul the trash away! Now....get...in there! It's packer time boy!

ThaThunderStorm loads the thickly cloth diapered dude into the hopper and then starts the compactor cycles. Then he goes to get the rest of the trash emptied quickly so that the route won't be late! The dude's plastic pants crushed up against his wet cloth diapers as the blade scooped the loads of trash and diapers up and compacted it all into the container.

Plan-A-The Waste-To-Energy Plant-V-1

Plan-A-The Waste-To-Energy Plant

**Read this like a Choose-your-own-adventure story.

Start out reading the first story and then that will tell you where to go and which story to read for certain outcomes.

(In THIS version, Devon comes to misses Newell’s house wearing cloth diapers underneath his thick disposable diapers. His mother instructs misses Newell to soak his cloth diapered butt in the toilet to soak and then flush the toilet to rinse his wet cloth diapers out before putting another clean disposable diaper over his cloth ones.)

Early on a Thursday morning, Devon’s mom had driven to the home daycare that they usually came to and as Devon’s mom rang the doorbell, Devon’s mom was already late for work. A few minutes later, Misses Newell answers the door. Misses Newell sees Devon and his mom standing there, Devon’s mom has eight large, brown cardboard boxes at her feet, two diaper bags, four large black trash bags and Devon’s adult disability pushchair/stroller laying at her feet.

Misses Newell: Hi there….come on in…..

Patricia-Devon’s Mom: Thank you.

Misses Newell: What’s with all that stuff?

Patricia: Well, I need to talk with you, privately.

Misses Newell: OK. Does Devon need his diaper changed?

Patricia: Maybe, it’s been about two hours since I changed him last, but I need to talk with you first, because I have to get to work. I am already late.

Misses Newell puts Devon in the living room with the others that she is taking care of then Patricia and Misses Newell go into the hallway, out of earshot but still within view of everyone one she is caring for and Patricia begins to explain what she is doing with all of the boxes, black trash bags and everything she brought with her.

Patricia: I brought all of his things over because Devon is not healthy enough and soon will die. My husband and I talked about the new End-of-Life-Options bill and we think that it would be best if you two…..did this for him. He has 1 year too live. We just don’t want him to…suffer, you know? We heard that you two have….disposed of several people before and we want you two to…well…dispose of Devon for us.

Misses Newell: Well, true, we have disposed of quite a few people before, but….we disposed of them in our burn barrel. Is that….what you want?

Patricia: Your husband said that he would take Devon and everything I brought, to the waste-to-energy plant, when my husband and I talked to him a couple of days ago. We talked about disposing of him in your burn barrel too, but that would be our last option if your husband was somehow unable to take Devon to the waste-to-energy plant. My husband and I don’t care how you dispose of him and his things really, but the waste-to-energy plant sounded like a good first option.

Misses Newell: OHHHH I see….you talked to my husband….Daniel already? He….neglected to mention it. Sure….if….you talked to him and he said it was fine, then….sure….we will take Devon until it’s time for his final disposal.

Patricia: AH greeeat…thank you. It has been the hardest on our incomes….what with….all of the diapers, onesies and even the cloth diapers that we used at first. We thought that Devon was going to grow out of diapers…..and when the doctors told us that he would be in diapers the rest of his life, my husband and I…BOTH started looking at our budget and found that we can’t sustain poor Devon and all of those…special diapers any more…that and we don’t want poor Devon to suffer through the agonizing pain he will be in if we didn’t do this. This wasn’t an…EASY decision ya know…..

Misses Newell: OH…I…KNOW……..My husband and I had to dispose of two of our own that were in diapers 24/7! We even had to dispose of one in diapers whose mom died and the state wouldn’t take him and no one else wanted. Believe me…My husband and I……BOTH know how it is.

Patricia: Here is the money order for $1200 and some special written instructions. Your husband said that he would dispose of Devon and all of this things for that. Now….everything, including all of his clothing, onesies, cloth diapers, plastic and rubber pants, all of his bedding and sheets, and these

eight large, brown cardboard boxes of his clean disposable diapers, two diaper bags, four large black trash bags and Devon’s adult disability pushchair/stroller. Two of the trash bags have Devon’s cloth diapers and rubber and plastic pants in them. I tried to wash most of the wet cloth diapers before we brought him over here but, there were about two dozen cloth diapers left that had been wet and had dried out before I could wash them. I just threw the formerly wet ones in the bag with the clean and washed cloth diapers. I figured that it wouldn’t matter anyhow since everything was….being disposed of.  Well, I have to get to work. Thank you SO much for doing this…..

Misses Newell: Yea…NO problem….It will be our pleasure.

Patricia: (Going over to Devon and giving him ONE final kiss good-bye) OK baby, Mommy has to go now…..be good for Misses Newell and don’t give her any…problems…now…you let her change your diapers…OK? Don’t make ANY fusses about it…OK? Good boy….bye-bye baby.

Patricia wipes a tear from each eye as she rises back up to a standing position and then heads to the front door to leave. Patricia takes one last look at Devon who is engrossed in play, before she waves to misses Newell and then leaves.

Misses Newell starts to take the eight brown cardboard boxes of Devon’s disposable diapers out to the back porch then she takes the four large black trash bags outside to the porch where they put their trash until it can be disposed of and then misses Newell puts Devon’s stroller outside on top of one of the eight brown cardboard boxes before closing the sliding glass porch door and locking it. Then she went over to Devon’s two diaper bags and brought them over to the area where she kept the diaper bags so that she could change Devon’s diapers when he needed it.

Misses Newell: Devon sweetie, you look like you need your diaper changed. Can you come over here so I can check to see if you need your diaper changed?

Devon: OK……

Devon toddles over to misses Newell and then misses Newell feels the inside of Devon’s disposable diaper that has four, thick booster pads/diaper doublers inside and four thick and mostly wet cloth diapers in layers underneath. Indeed Devon’s diaper was very wet and in need of changing. Devon wore small-sized Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers with four medium-sized booster pads inside and four thick cloth diapers in layers underneath.

These diapers were already thick as it is and the diapers had a plastic backing that crinkled loudly when Devon walked or moved. Devon used the overnights at night and the First-Quality youth diapers with booster pads or even cloth pre-fold diapers inside used as extra absorbency, by his former parents.

Misses Newell: Devon, it’s time to change your diaper sweetie, can you…lay down for me….right there on the carpet would be fine……there…good….boy…..now let me go get your diaper bags…stay right….there…OK hun? Honey, I am NOT going to touch those cloth diapers you have on….Your mom told me to just sit you into the toilet water and then let you soak in there for a little while before I have to flush the toilet a few times so that your cloth diapers get rinsed. She has one of the towels that she uses to dry off your cloth diapers after that…..and she then told me to go ahead and just put a clean disposable diaper over your cloth diapers.

Misses Newell goes and retrieves Devon’s two diaper bags and then comes back over to where Devon is laying and then she sits down with her legs out in front of her so that she can start Devon’s diaper change.

Devon: Miss Newell? How come my mom brought all of my stuff here? Am I staying here with you guys for a long time?

Misses Newell: Well, kind of, You will be here until my husband and I dispose of you and all of your things.

Devon: What does….dispose of…..mean?

Misses Newell: It means….to throw something away or get rid of something….like you and your diapers….hon. Did your mom tell you that she was throwing you, your diapers and things away?

Devon: No….miss Newell, she didn’t. Does that mean that you are going to throw ME….away and get rid of me?

Misses Newell: Yes, I am…..afraid it does baby. Your mom told me that you only have 1 year left to live and that they weren’t able to take care of you any longer and….that they didn’t want you to suffer the pain that you will go through near the end of your life. So she brought you and all of your things over here so that we could throw you away or put you into our burn barrel….but one way or the other….you WILL be getting disposed of.

I am SOOOO sorry that it had to be this way, but…..your mom and dad paid us money to make sure that you got thrown away.

Devon: Can I choose what diapers I want to wear for my disposal????

Misses Newell: Yes, baby, you…can. Since you have so many clean diapers that I want to use up, I will be changing you every half hour wet or not.

Devon: What will you do….with the diapers you take off me? They won’t be wet barely…..won’t you leave them on me?

Misses Newell: NO, baby, I am going to throw the diapers away after I change you each time. Wet…or not. They will be trash, along with your onesies and anything you are wearing too, at each change.

Devon: You mean…..that when you change my diapers, you are going to take off my onesie and throw it away too?

Misses Newell: Yes baby….because you won’t be needing it any more.

Devon: Where will I go after my last diaper change?

Misses Newell: You will go into the trash with your diaper that I take off of you. Sorry, but that is the way it has to be.

Devon: Could I get six or eight layered cloth pre-fold diapers inside my thick disposable diaper for my last diaper?

Misses Newell: I….suppose…..since it won’t matter what you have on after I throw you and everything away.  Usually, I don’t use cloth diapers…..I don’t like them! They are icky and gross….but…since you will be going into our trash right after your last diaper change, it won’t really matter.

Devon: When will you throw my stuff and I away???

Misses Newell: Something after my husband gets home.

Devon: How long is that from now?

Misses Newell: You have about….(Looking at her cellphone) 7 and a half hours left.

Don’t worry baby, I will tell you when it’s time for disposal and your last diaper change.

Devon: Will there be more wet and dirty diapers being tossed into the trash I am in once I am in there?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, there will.

Devon: How long will I be IN the trash?

Misses Newell: Until the can gets full baby.

Devon: About how long will that be?

Misses Newell: However long it takes to fill that can up. Then you and the diapers will go out to our daycare trash outside for another few days until that is full.

Devon: What will happen to me while I am in the trash? If I am wearing a onesie, will it get ripped or torn?

Misses Newell: Maybe….sometimes, if my husband or I need a piece of rag material, we will sometimes go to the trash can to take what we can use.

Devon: But, how come it has to be my onesie?

Misses Newell: Because, you will be trash baby. We don’t care about the trash. Once you are in my trash, we won’t care what happens to you or to anything in the trash can.

Devon: What if……I were laying in the trash and you threw a wet diaper in and it wasn’t rolled up. Would you put it on my face, chest or over any part of my body?

Misses Newell: I will put the diapers in anywhere there is room baby…even if……it was over your head and face. OK….now, I am done changing you for the next half hour. How about….you go play with those cars in the toy box over there?

Devon: Misses Newell? May I have one of my bottles full of Apple juice please?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, you may.

Misses Newell goes into one of Devon’s diaper bags and takes out one of his bottles and takes it to the kitchen and fills it with apple juice and then brings it to Devon.

Misses Newell hands Devon the bottle and then she goes and sits down on the couch.

Devon starts to go play with the cars and trucks in the toy box and as he plays, he wasn’t aware of the time and that a full half hour had passed. Misses Newell had JUST finished changing a wet diaper from one of the boys that she was taking care of and then she came over to Devon who was busy playing with the cars and trucks.

Misses Newell: OK Devon, it’s time for another diaper change…….are you wet yet? I need to check your diaper now. Can you put that car down for a little bit so I can check and change you now please?

Devon: Yes Misses Newell.

Devon puts the car he was playing with down and then misses Newell helps Devon up and then takes him over to have his diaper checked for wetness. Misses Newell reaches into Devon’s right leg elastics with two index and middle fingers on her right hand and then feels the diaper for signs of wetness.

Misses Newell: Well, you are…..a…LITTLE wet…time to change your diaper again baby.

Misses Newell then lays him down again and begins to take the tapes off, putting them back onto their sticking tabs as she goes. Once the tapes were unfastened, she pulled the front of the mostly dry disposable diaper down. Then Misses Newell reached over to Devon’s diaper bags and got the one with his disposable diapers and booster pads inside of it, she opened it and then took out one of Devon’s thick Northshore Care Supply Supreme overnight diapers and three booster pads. She then took out the bottle of baby powder and then she set the baby powder down on the floor next to the clean, and still folded disposable diaper. Then she pulled the slightly wet disposable diaper out from under Devon and then folded it over, in thirds, using the creases.

Devon: When will my last diaper change be?

Misses Newell: Oh…I suppose it will be around 5:00 or 6:00 pm when my husband gets home.

Devon: Can I pick the diapers that I will be wearing when I am thrown away?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, you may.

Devon: What if my onesie rips as you are taking me to be thrown away? Will you take it off or leave it on?

Misses Newell: Whichever you want baby….but….once you are in my trash can, I will not be taking anything off or putting anything on you. You will just stay in whatever you have on until your final disposal….ok?

Devon: Will you be putting my diapers and I into a trash bag and tying it closed when it’s time for my disposal?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, just like the rest of the trash.

Devon: Does the trash can I am going into….does it have a trash bag already in it?

Misses Newell: No baby, it does not. When it’s time for your disposal, my husband and I will put you and the diapers into the trash bags that we triple up on, and then once the bag is full, my husband or I will be tying it closed.

Devon: What will happen….next?

Misses Newell: My husband I will drag the bags out to his pickup truck and he will take everything to a dumpster and toss it in RIGHT before he comes and takes it away on his trash route with his trash truck.

Devon: But, But, BUT…..I don’t WANNA be…..trash miss Newell! Can I….just…stay HERE?

Misses Newell: NO, I am afraid you can’t baby. We already have too many in diapers as it is. We can’t afford to take care of you and keep you in all of those expensive, thick disposable diapers you wear and I do not like cloth diapers either. So you HAVE to be thrown away when it becomes bedtime.

Devon: So….I am going to sleep in the trash can with all of the diapers?

Misses Newell: Yes, you are.

Devon: What if…..I want to….play with the diapers in the trash can?

Misses Newell: I don’t care what….you do in there…..

Misses Newell takes the disposable diaper off and then she takes Devon’s right hand and helps him to a standing position. Then she begins to walk Devon over to the bathroom where she leads Devon and his almost soaking wet cloth diapers over to the toilet before she flips both lids up and then turns Devon around so he has to sit down into the water inside the toilet bowl.

Devon: HEY! Why are you making me…SIT into this…cold water like this?

Misses Newell: WELL, since I won’t touch your wet, icky, gross cloth diapers, your mom suggested that I sit you into the toilet bowl so that your cloth diapers can soak for a bit before I flush a few times to rinse your cloth diapers out.

Devon: How long will I have to be…in here like this????

Misses Newell: Oh…not too long…about 15 minutes….or more.

Devon: But…it’s COLD! It’s making my diapers all…wet!

Devon is held in the bowl by misses Newell for the fifteen minutes before misses Newell gets up from sitting at the edge of the bathtub and then she looks down at Devon’s diapers and sees that they are semi whiter than they were when he went in.

She then leans forward a bit.

Devon: HEY! What are you doing?

Misses Newell: (Looking back down at Devon) I am flushing the toilet so your diapers get all nice and rinsed out.

Misses Newell flushes the toilet as Devon sits in the bowl. The toilet water rises up to his tummy and then it goes down the drain and then refills the bowl. Once the bowl is full and the water stops running, misses Newell flushes the toilet again.

She does this two more times before letting Devon up and out of the bowl. She then takes Devon’s towel and then starts to dry his diapers and him off. She then takes some baby wipes and starts to wipe him down well with them.

Devon: Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes…baby…..

Devon: Are YOU going to……take these cloth diapers off of me and put me into disposable diapers?

Misses Newell: Would you…like me to? I…JUST rinsed them out for you so you could still wear them…..I am going to try to dry them off as much as I can before I get you into your disposable diaper, but I am Not going to take these icky, yucky diapers off of you. You are just…..going to have to stay in these.

Devon: OOOOOH! I want my cloth diapers off!

Misses Newell: Sorry Devon, you are staying in them. Your cloth diapers are as dry as they will be for the time being. Let’s go out and get you into a…NICE…THICK…COMFY disposable diaper….shall we hon?

Misses Newell takes Devon by his right hand in her left and leads him out of the bathroom and back into the living room where she left Devon’s folded, clean Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers, booster pads, baby powder on the carpet near the couch.

Misses Newell: OK Devon, lay down for me….OK? Let me get this….very, thick, bulky, very comfy looking disposable diaper on you…..OK….legs up…that-a-boy……

Misses Newell opens the thick, bulky, Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diaper and then she takes the adhesive strips off the back of the three, large-sized booster pads and then she layers them into the diaper starting in the very center of the diaper and then she adds the second on in, getting the edge of the booster pad even with the edge of the diaper padding in the back end of the diaper, at the waistband before she did the same to the front end of the diaper. Then misses Newell slid the diaper underneath Devon with his legs up then she put his legs back down. Then, misses Newell grabbed the baby powder bottle and then twisted the cap open before shaking a LOT of baby powder into Devon’s diaper.

Misses Newell: Now…THIS ought to make you feel MUCH more comfy in that…THICK, bulky disposable diaper of yours……

Devon: Will your husband care what I am wearing when he comes to take me away?

Misses Newell: No baby…he won’t care. Once you are trash, no one will care what you look like, what you have on, or the condition of what you have on.

Then, misses Newell pulled the front of the disposable diaper up and over the semi damp layered cloth diapers and then she began to fasten the tapes. Misses Newell then flips Devon’s onesie down not buttoning it. Then misses Newell helped Devon back up to his feet.

Misses Newell: OK baby, you can go back to playing with the cars and trucks now until it’s time to change your diaper again in another hour…OK?

Devon goes and plays with the cars and trucks for the next half hour. Then Devon finds some roads printed on a carpet board and drags it out to continue playing with the cars and trucks on.

For the next half hour, Devon is unaware that it is time once again for his next diaper change. Misses Newell comes over and taps Devon on his right shoulder;

Misses Newell: Hey….Devon sweetie, it’s…time to change your diaper again.

Devon: Whaaaat? A…gain? I don’t think I am even….wet miss Newell.

Misses Newell: come on over and let me see…OK baby?

Devon: OHHHHH KKKKKK  (Devon agrees reluctantly)

Devon reluctantly gets up and then toddles over to Misses Newell who flips up the flaps of Devon’s onesie as she inserts her fingers into his right leg elastics and feels the diapers for signs of wetness. Noting that his diaper feels a tad damp, possibly from the moisture from his damp cloth diapers, she elects to change his diaper anyhow.

Misses Newell:  OK Devon, lay down for me OK? Now that-a-boy……I am going to make you all…nice and comfy….you would like that huh? HUH baby?

Devon: Yes…miss Newell.

Misses Newell unfastens the tapes holding Devon’s diaper on and then she pulls the slightly damp diaper back down and then she pulls it out from underneath Devon.

Seeing that Devon was right, he wasn’t wet yet, Misses Newell reaches into Devon’s diaper bag and finds that there are no more diapers in the diaper bag. So misses Newell gets up and goes over to the brown cardboard boxes that his mother had brought and opens one. She sees the four packs of clean diapers inside. She takes one of the packs of 15 diapers out and then brings it over to where Devon is patiently laying and then she squats down and then sets the pack of diapers on her lap. AS she opens the pack, she looks over at Devon and sees that he is intently watching her.

Misses Newell: Don’t worry baby, any of these diapers that are not used, will be thrown away anyhow so it is best that I open this pack and use up as many…..as we possibly can before it’s time for your…disposal.

Devon: You mean……that any of the diapers that are not used on me…..are going to be….thrown away? But….they….are…clean still!

Misses Newell: Well, we won’t have any use for them and neither will you, so….they will be trash. I think we will use at least six or seven more diapers before it will be time for your disposal….maybe…even eight more.

Devon: What about everything in my diaper bags and my diaper bags? Will THEY…be thrown away too?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, your diaper bags and everything in them will be….disposed of, even if the diapers are still clean or not. It WILL….NOT…MATTER…..sweetie.

Misses Newell takes a bunch of the diapers out of the package and puts what she takes out onto the floor so that she can take one and open it. Then she reaches into the second diaper bag and then takes out four booster pads and then she reaches over to the first diaper bag for the first of three large bottles of baby powder. The one she grabbed is now only half full as she has used a lot of the powder in the recent diaper changes.

Devon: How come….you use so much…of that in my diapers????

Misses Newell: I want to try to use it up too….I don’t like wasting things baby….

But since you and your diapers will be turned into energy, I want to make sure that what we have to waste, is used up as much as possible.

Devon: What is…going to happen to me once I am taken away with the trash?

Misses Newell: Well, from what I understand, when you get to the waste-to-energy plant, the place where all of the trash goes to be turned into this “energy”, my husband will dump the trash out of his….trash truck and then…at some point, they will load you and the trash into some kind of incinerator or boiler and that…will turn you into steam that runs turbines that make electric power for homes and businesses like MY home.

Devon: They are going to…burn…me?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, they have to in order to change you and your diapers into electricity. It’s going to be….quite the….STEAMY….situation for you baby.

Devon: I…don’t WANNA be…burned!

Misses Newell: I’m sorry baby…it’s the way things HAVE to be! You don’t have….a choice! Your mother paid my husband and I to throw you away and make sure that you and everything she brought also got sent there to the waste-to-energy plant for final disposal and we ARE going to do that, no matter what!

Devon: NO….matter…what??????

Misses Newell: Yes baby….NO….matter…what!

Devon: What about my….brother???

Misses Newell: Him? Oh…your mother is going to drop him off tomorrow for us to also throw away. He will be coming with all of his…diapers and clothing like…YOU did.

Devon: Are you….going to do the same thing….with…him that you are doing to me?

Misses Newell: I might…but I will have to do…what we are paid to do with him once your mom drops him off. Your mom may have different instructions for your brother. By then, you will already be in the dumpster waiting for the trash truck to come take you and your diapers away baby.

 More to cum soon……….

 

 

Disposal day

It was late in the summer when the landfill had finally taken my diapers and I. The trash truck had driven straight to the landfill and dumped the loads of trash that contained my diapers, clothing and I.....wearing only a semi-wet, thick, super bulky Northshore supreme overnight diaper with six or eight booster pads layered into it then eight, thick, soft semi-wet cloth diapers layered inside on top of the six or eight booster pads, for the added absorbency that was needed to last until arrival at the landfill. I had been diapered this way the afternoon before I was taken outside by the janitors and cleaning staff as they had gathered up the remaining packages of my clean disposable Northshore diapers, the entire 97 gallon trash tote worth of my adult cloth pre-fold diapers that were both clean and folded and formerly wet now dry cloth diapers and plastic and rubber pants as well as the past week's worth of my unrolled, wet disposable diapers as well as what was left over of my Pampers, Luvs and Huggies size six and seven diapers..... and tossed everything that remained, into two janitorial tilt trucks or trash carts before the janitors began to walk me outside to where the dumpster was while the maids pushed the two carts down the long hall that led to the rear loading docks where the dumpster was located,  in the daycare I was left in at the time.
As I was escorted down the hall, my thick diaper crinkled loudly, my legs were spread apart in an abnormal fashion due to the sheer thickness of my diapers. The Janitor and maids talked to me and answered my last questions as we walked slowly down the lengthy hallway towards the rear loading docks and the rear door.

Adam: Do you know why.....I am being disposed of? (Adam looked at both the maid and the Janitor as they began to turn down the hall as they left Adam's room)

Janitor: Nope. I...do not....but since I have orders to take you and all of your diapers, clean or dirty, out to the dumpster, it doesn't matter.

Adam: Do I.....have.....to walk there??? My diapers are SO thick, that it makes walking hard!

Maid: Would you LIKE to be put into this cart with your diapers? Then I can roll you out to the dumpster if you like......

Janitor: No Alyssa, he can....walk to the dumpster.....

Adam: How come you are making me walk like this????

Janitor: Well, I figured that you lay in that old safety bed all day in wet diapers and I thought you would want to walk one last time before we locked you and the trash into the dumpster until the trash truck came.

The Janitor and Alyssa emptied the diaper pails and trash cans from Adam's room into the trash cart and then they both walked to the next nursery room to empty the diaper pails and trash from that room.

Alyssa: Now Adam, why don't you and I both stay right here while James goes and empties the diaper pails and trash from in this room.
Adam? What was your favorite diaper that we used on you while you were here???

Adam: I like it when my diapers are really nice, soft, comfortable and thick. I liked it when cloth diapers were used in layers under my day-time disposable diapers.

Alyssa: Did you like it when they put those Pampers Cruisers size 9 on you??

Adam: Yes miss. Those diapers were nice, soft, had silky liners in them, and didn't leak or sag when wet.....I always got a diaper rash from the Huggies diapers though for some reason....and when I started getting the rashes, I started getting Pampers put on me instead.

Alyssa: I bet.....that those Pampers were a lot better and smelled sweeter too huh?

Adam: Yes miss, they were sweeter smelling. How come they used SO much baby powder in the diapers I am wearing now though??? How come they put 8 brand new cloth diapers into my disposable diaper like this???

Alyssa: I don't know.....but now they are trash and will be going right into the nice dumpster outside until the nice trash man comes to take everything away.

Adam: Will you please...check to see if I am wet before you put me into the trash can????

Alyssa: I......suppose so...not that it will matter if you are or not because I won't be changing your diapers.....

Adam: Why am I being thrown away miss?

The Janitor empties the last diaper pail full of cloth diapers that were wet and had been brand new diapers taken RIGHT out of the package before they had been used and then disposed of, into the trash cart before he put the now empty diaper pail and lid back and then motioned to Alyssa to push the trash cart to the next nursery room. Once the cart was stopped again, the Janitor came over to Adam to keep him from straying from the side of the trash cart until the Janitor chose to lift Adam up and lay him into the cart, on top of all of the wet and dirty disposable and cloth diapers already inside, onto Adam's back.

Janitor: I don't know....all I know is.....that I was told to come take you out of your safety bed, and make sure that you and all of your clean and dirty diapers and clothing were disposed of. Once you are in this cart, I am not taking you out until we get outside and begin tossing you and everything into the dumpster.

Adam: How long will I have to be....in that dumpster out there until the trash man comes?

Janitor: Oh.....it's Friday, and trash day is Monday. We are closed all weekend and the trash man won't come until early morning on Monday, you will be spending the entire weekend in there.
You might be asleep when the truck comes and dumps you and the trash.

Adam: Why are all if my clean disposable diapers, clean cloth diapers, plastic and rubber pants, as well as my footed pajamas, onesies and t-shirts being thrown in here too??? How come my unopened packs of Huggies, Pampers, Parent's Choice, and all of my adult diapers being thrown away????

Janitor: Because, someone put them all into the trash cans and diaper pails and everything that is in a trash can or diaper pail, gets thrown away because it's dirty trash now!

The Janitor then walked into the nursery to help Alyssa empty the eight over-filled diaper pails into the cart that was quickly filling up. Load after load got dumped on top of Adam who was now covered with damp cloth diapers, unrolled wet disposable diapers, semi-soaking wet onesies and footed sleepers. The last can-load was emptied right over Adam's head and face, as some of the diapers tumbled into the cart from the diaper trash can, had to be spread out into the cart so they would stay in there and not tumble and fall out when the cart was moved again.
Adam tried to move some of the heavy soaking wet diapers from his face so he could see what was happening. As he sat up a little, propping himself up with his elbows, the Janitor came over with four brand new packages of NorthShore Supreme overnight diapers which he swung right into the cart and the packages landed right on Adam's face and chest.

Adam: Hey!!! Those are not even opened yet! Why are they being thrown away????

Janitor: I really don't care! They were set out for disposal, they are all trash now!

Then Alyssa and the Janitor began to push the almost full cart over to the next nursery's doorway in the hallway, on the way out to the dumpster. The cart stopped and both Alyssa and the Janitor went to get the first of six diaper pails and large trash cans full of new and old, clean and dirty cloth diapers that had been disposed of because they had stains in them from sitting in the diaper pantry selves, not being used, for too long, lots of worn but not wet thick, Northshore Supreme overnight diapers, Huggies overnight, Huggies day-time diapers, Luvs diapers, Pampers diapers, pull-ups of all sorts of brands, and quite a few old, stained up onesies and old t-shirts that had the name of the daycare printed on the back of them were all emptied into the cart and then the diapers were all packed down some so that they wouldn't fall out as the cart was pushed outside to the waiting dumpster.

Adam: ( feeling the pressure as the diapers were packed down hard) HEY! Stop it! Uuuuuuh! Quit pushing DOWN so hard!

Janitor: Sorry Kid-o, I have to pack everything down so it will all fit in the cart and not fall out.
Alyssa: Don't worry Hun, it is almost time to go out to the dumpster for you and all of these diapers and trash. After this, one more full cart-load will be dumped into the dumpster before we will be locking the lids down and leaving until Tuesday of next week. By then, you will be gone and in the landfill!