The plastic tubing, a cold invasion, was a constant reminder of my foolish words, my ill-fated attempt to rebel against the padded reality that was meant to be my home. Never tell mommy you don’t want to wet your diapers— It was a lesson that had been delivered with a cold, clinical efficiency that had left me aching in more ways than one. I was a fool, and I was paying the price.
The words came back to me, over and over.
“especially when she has a friend that is capable of putting a Foley catheter inside your bladder”.
I was a body, a vessel for their twisted games, and there was nothing that I could do.
The spasms came without warning, sharp, agonizing cramps that made my breath catch in my throat. The catheter, a foreign entity inside of me, was the cause of my pain, a sharp reminder of the control they wielded. "Do you think Ideal to have a Foley catheter inside your bladder?" I asked, and the silence, was all the answer I needed. The world was cruel.
“No, it’s not.” I said, as the pain ripped through me. “It’s miserable my bladder spasms several times I’ve even pee around the catheter and it burns like hell.”
I could feel that familiar warmth, that burning shame, that made my skin crawl as I continued to soak the padding underneath me.
Then came the final, mocking blow, the deliberate violation that brought tears to my eyes.
“she said the reason I peed around the catheter was because it wasn’t large enough so we pulled it out and put a larger one in.” The humiliation, the sheer indignity of it all, was almost too much to bear.
I was a mess, and I was a prisoner, and I was their toy. The pain, the discomfort, the complete and utter powerlessness, that was my world now, and there was no escape.
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