My Funny Farm
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 21 – A Round and A
Round – Part 1 of 2
For the first time in days, I woke up from my nap knowing
for sure that I had actually slept. I
didn’t wake up on my own though, Nichole had to call me and shake me to get me
awake. As usually happened, one of my
first thoughts was to check the state of my diaper. Wet. In
fact, fairly wet. I hoped it wasn’t
leaking! And then I realized that I
wasn’t really worried about it leaking.
Huh! I remembered being so
worried all weekend about leaking, but for some unknown reason, I wasn’t
worried about it anymore. Why had I been
so worried before, and not now? I didn’t
know. All I was sure about was that I felt
a lot better, and…yeah…happy!
Right there in my crib, Nichole did a diaper check on me. “I think we better change you before we get
some lunch,” she decided. Two minutes
later, I was strapped down to the changing table. I was so happy that all she did was change my
diaper, and of course pour another glass of water into it before she taped it
on me. I hated that!
She unstrapped me and let me down. “Lunchtime,” she declared. “Crawl into the kitchen now.
Yeah, lunch, if you can call it that. I already knew it would be nothing but baby
food for me, and I was right. Ugh!
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Detective Kinsley headed down the hallway of the police
station. She finally stopped into the
office of one of her colleagues.
“Hi Pat, what’s up?” her friend Martha asked as she walked
in.
Kinsley sat down.
“You’re kind of an expert on the domestic abuse stuff,” she said. “I’ve got a…well, the truth is I don’t know
how personal a situation it is. In fact,
it’s really not personal at all. It
involves one of my sister’s patients. I
think I told you once that she’s a psychiatrist.”
“That’s right,” Martha replied. “How is she?”
“She’s fine. Her
patient isn’t though. In fact, I think
her patient needs to be in a mental hospital, but for some unknown reason my
sister is letting the family handle most of his therapy themselves.”
“That doesn’t sound like a very good idea,” Martha said.
“I couldn’t agree more, and I’ve told them all that…many
times!”
“So what’s the problem, besides the fact that he needs to be
someplace better than at home?”
“For some strange reason, the guy is convinced that his
family is all conspiring against him, and they want to get him to the point
where he’s completely incompetent to handle his own affairs, and then have him
permanently committed somewhere.”
Martha looked at her for a moment. “That sounds about as far-fetched as something
can get.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it? We
all agree on that point. But…what if…”
“What if there is some kind of abuse going on from his
family?” Martha asked.
“Yes! Not necessarily
what he thinks, but maybe something else.
How can we check into it without disrupting things too much?”
Martha shook her head.
“Very carefully! But…if you can
get some permission from at least one of them in the house, then I may have a
solution for you. It may not be perfect,
but it might help…maybe! You never know
in these situations, but you may get lucky with it too and catch something that
shouldn’t be happening. Are you
interested?”
“Yeah, I think so.
And then tonight, I think my sister and I need to do another wellness
check on him.”
“That should be your first line of information. Wellness checks every few days…unannounced!”
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It was round two. She
had Craig lying in her lap drinking another baby bottle, this time she had put
apple juice in it, knowing it would stimulate his need to pee more than some of
the other things he was given to drink. She
sat there letting him finish the entire bottle, all the while letting his
sucking continue to drop him further and further into an ever-deeper
trance. When the bottle finished, she
pulled it from his lips and said, “Baby, I want you to stay as relaxed and
deeply asleep as you can possibly be, but while you’re sleeping, I want to have
another little conversation with you.
Can you stay asleep and open your eyes for me?”
She watched as after a moment, his eyes opened, and he
looked at her. “Good baby,” she told
him. “Tell me baby,” she said. “Since we worked earlier to turn off all your
ability to hold back when you go pee-pee and poo-poo, have you felt anything?”
“Yes,” he replied.
That surprised and concerned her. He shouldn’t have been able to feel
anything. “What did you feel?” she
asked.
“I felt pee-pee coming out,” he told her. “A couple of times.”
“You just felt it coming out. You didn’t feel any need to go pee-pee before
it happened?”
“No. Nothing. I just felt it coming out. It felt…good.
I felt happy.”
“Very good baby. And
do you still feel any worry about it? Or
worry about leaking?”
“No. Not anymore.”
“Very good,” she replied.
“I want you to know that from now on, as long as you don’t know if
you’re going to go pee-pee or not, if you do wind up leaking, you no longer
need to worry about that at all. Sometimes
diapers leak, and yours might too. If it
happens, don’t worry about it. We’ll
just deal with it and there will be no punishments for you at all. Can you do that? Not worry about it anymore?”
“Yes.” He replied.
“Very good baby.”
It was time now to start moving into other things. Things that eventually would bring him to the
mental state she…they needed him to be.
“Okay baby,” she told him.
“I have something new for you.
Something else that will help to keep some of your stress away. Does that sound good?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Very good,” she said.
“Baby, you know this therapy that everyone is helping you with is based
on some of the things you were very interested in, namely being an adult baby
that likes diapers, and being a sissy baby that likes girly dresses and
things. And you do still like
those things, don’t you.”
“Yes,” he replied. “I
like them a lot.”
“Very good baby. I
want you to like them a lot and you will always like them a lot. Since you do like them so much, I thought it
might be nice for you to enjoy all those things even more. Won’t that be fun?”
“Yes,” he agreed.
“Baby, you know we helped you a little while ago to get rid
of all those nasty unneeded feelings that were keeping you from going pee-pee
and poo-poo like you should. And you’re
much happier about that now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Much happier.”
“And you should be,” she told him. “And now that all that business is fixed for
you, you’re more like a real baby than ever, just like one of the things you
were most interested in. Isn’t that
right?”
“Yes,” he agreed.
“Good baby,” she praised him. “Since you like being more like a real baby
than ever, it’s time to help you go a tiny bit further to help you feel like
the happy little baby that deep down inside I know you want to be. Now are you ready to go the next tiny little
step towards being happy?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Very good baby. We’ve
been working hard now for some time to teach you to count correctly, and I know
you can do that for me. Can you count
all the way to five for me again?”
“One, two, three, five,” he said.
“Very good,” she told him.
She had given him enough of what she thought of as “refresher courses”
in the subject that she had no doubt that concept should stick now, possibly
forever. “And what did I tell you about
all the numbers past ten?” she asked him.
“They’re too hard for me and I shouldn’t think about them
anymore.”
“That’s right!” she told him. She hadn’t worked much with him on that yet,
but she had mentioned it to him once. It
was time to review that concept. “From
now on baby, just like you said, all the numbers past ten are simply too
difficult for you, and you don’t need to think about them anymore. In fact, any numbers past ten will do nothing
but confuse you…just like a real baby.
Isn’t that a good idea?”
“Yes,” he agreed. “So
from now on, you no longer know any numbers past the number ten.” She was sure he barely knew the few numbers
she was allowing him to still remember.
But the truth was, she needed him to still know a few of them. And the reason for that was coming right now.
“Okay baby,” she said.
“Since you can count that well, then I know you know how many three is,
isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now baby,
here’s something new for you. What are
the first three letters of the alphabet?”
“A, B, C,” he replied.
“Very good baby. See,
you do know how many three is. But
babies barely know even that much, in fact almost all babies don’t know any
numbers or letters at all. Isn’t that
right?”
“Yes,” he agreed.
“And do babies know how to read?” she asked him.
“No,” he told her.
“That’s right,” she said.
“They don’t. If something needs
to be read, then someone always reads to them, like story books, so there’s
really no reason at all for babies to know how to read, is there.”
“No,” he agreed.
“So why should you have to worry about being able to read
anything either? You want to be more
like a real baby. You want to be happy. So why should you have to worry about being
able to read? But baby, this is
something that’s kind of different for you, so we’re going to take it a little
bit slow. From now on, any words that
you try to read that are more than three letters will simply be too difficult
and confusing for you. You know how many
three is, so all words that you see that have only three letters you can still
read. You can sound those letters out
carefully to figure out those words, but more than three letters is always
going to be more than your baby head can handle. They’re always going to be too confusing for
you to figure out. Do you understand?”
It took a long moment before he replied. Long enough that she worried she hadn’t put
it to him clearly enough. “Yes,” he
finally said.
“Very good,” she told him.
“Now here’s another good part of that for you, since everyone wants you
to be a baby, just like you want to be, nobody is expecting you to be able read
anything at all. In fact, reading is
something you might not ever have to even think about. Everyone is going to read everything for
you. Reading is a grownup thing that you
can simply forget, unless something happens, and you absolutely need to try it
again. But baby, only three letter words
and no more. Just three! One, two, three.”
It was true, she thought.
There was every possibility that nobody would realize he was incapable
of reading for a very long time, and that was if anyone ever figured it
out. It was time now to go back over
some of the other things she had worked with him on before.
“Baaabyyy,” she sang softly.
“Remember what we talked about a few times about playing? Do you still like playing with your toys?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“I’m so glad,” she told him.
“I want you to love playing with all your toys so much that it’s one of
your favorite things to do. And baby,
from now on, I want you to be more interested in any toys that are made more
for girls than boys. Especially
dolls. From now on, dollies are your
favorite toys to play with. Tell me,
what’s your favorite toys to play with?”
“Dollies,” he told her.
“Very good,” she said.
“Later in the week, we’ll work with you on enjoying more of the sissy
girl things you also like. But that’s
for next time.
Like she did every time she worked with him, she left him
and got another bottle for him. A few
minutes later, he was sucking on it greedily.
As always, she reminded him that he would never remember being
hypnotized at all, but since he always went deep enough, she was sure that most
of what she was teaching him would stick.
And she would keep going over those things until she was sure they would
stick…forever. He had drunk a good inch
from his second bottle when she said, “Nichole says to wake up.”
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I opened my eyes. She
had said wake up, but had I been sleeping?
I wasn’t sure about that. In
fact, the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that I hadn’t been
sleeping. I had simply
been…relaxed. Yeah. Relaxed.
She didn’t drink from baby bottles so she probably had no idea how
relaxing sucking on a nipple of some kind could be, especially if there was some
kind of liquid actually coming out of it.
Relaxing…drinking…all at the same time.
So nice. I closed my eyes again
and kept concentrating on how nice it was to suck on that nipple, and how good
that apple juice tasted in my mouth.
Much better than some of the other things they gave me. So nice.
“Baby, are you sleeping?” Nichole asked.
I opened my eyes again and shook my head. “No,” I tried to say around that nipple in my
mouth.
“Fine!” she said with a bit of a chuckle. Finish your bottle and you can take your
afternoon nap. I know you like your
little naps every day.”
“Did I? I wasn’t sure
if I ever thought about it. But I was so
relaxed. Why couldn’t she just stick me
in my crib and let me drink my bottle there?
It would probably put me right to sleep.”
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