Trashed

 

Note: The Mind Can't Distinguish Between Imagination and Reality. 

**The Author always puts himself in the story as a character and into the illustrations for COPYRIGHT reasons. 

Trashed

Andy was a big boy most of his early life, he was tall and skinny. He had thick bones for his age. Since age 4, Andy had to continue to wear diapers as he always had, because he was unable to control wetting his pants. He was a super-soaker too. 

The problem was, that he was a particularly small and short guy, big for his size, yet small compared to the average human adult. SO small in fact, that he fit into a 13 gallon hooded trash can with a little room to spare! He was able to fit into infant and toddler diapers since he was so small. 

Andrew was being disposed of soon in the trash along with all of the wet and dirty diapers. His adopted parents no longer wanted to diaper him since he was going to be in diapers the rest of his life. 

His parents agreed with much dismay and angush that there was no other alternative. 

They called state adoption agencies, half-way houses, private group homes, and none of them would be willing nor able to take care of Andrew in diapers. The State Adoption agency ran them around to different foster homes who after Andrew's parents spoke with them, refused to take him. 

His parents called the state adoption agency back and they shrugged their shoulders and said...we are out of resources. "You will just have to.....do what you have to do with him I guess." THIS is the confirmation both of Andrew's parents needed and expected was going to be the outcome. Andrew toddled into his parent's bedroom as they sat on the edge of the bed, talking about how to dispose of Andrew. Andrew pushed the door open and saw his mom crying. As Andrew walked into the room, she suddenly stopped crying and began to compose herself. 

Andrew: Is....Mom ok? 

David: (Andrew's Dad) Yes....we....were just .....discussing how we were going to..........(long pause)......dispose of you and your diapers. 

Kathy: (Andrew's Mom) It will all be ok sweetie.....We are both sorry that.....it has to come to this. I was....not happy about this...ONE....bit. Your father will call the trash company and talk to them and then call the Waste-To-energy plant or landfill, to make arrangements to take you. 

I'm.....SO sorry.....that it has to be this way honey! 

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