Taylor lived in a different world than us. A world where thetrajectory of her life was inverse of ou
Taylor lived in a different world than us. A world where thetrajectory of her life was inverse of ours.“Do you really think I have what it takes, Mom?” Taylorsaid, looking up at her mother from the playpen. Her face looked genuinelyworried.“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble at all, darling. Yourheard it from Harvard. You’re the smartest person on this planet. You’ve donemore work than Steven Hawking and Albert Einstein combined and you’re only 20!You’re more than ready for this.” Taylor’s mom said, patting her worrieddaughters head at the end. Taylor responded with a comforting smile.“I don’t know, this has never been done before. No one hasever lost their potty training at 20. The earliest ever recorded was 26, and hewas practically a genius!” Taylor said, looking away in shame. Her motherinstantly threw her daughter into a reassuring hug.“Hush, Taylor. Don’t think of it that way. I’ve never metanyone as determined or intelligent as you. I believe with all my heart thatnot only will you lose your potty training soon, but I think you’ll lose yourability to count and read within the next year!” Her mother said profoundly.Taylor’s head snapped back toward her mother’s. She audibly gasped.“Mother! Do you know how hard that is?! Becoming diaperdependent is one thing, but to unlearn how to read and write?! Within the nextyear?!?! Most people don’t even start getting confused with numbers untilthey’re 35!” Taylor said. Again, her mother dismissed her skepticism.“I know, Honey. I’m 37 and I really can’t count any higherthan 50, and you know you have to help me sound out words now. But honestly, ifI really tried, I’m sure I could have been the level I’m at now years ago. Ihad my first accidents when I was 30. It wasn’t until three years later Istarted wearing diapers full time. The fact you’ve already started wettingyourself during the day at 20? I’m telling you, Taylor. You’re gifted. I knowyou can do this. At the very least you should forget common social cues in thenext few months.” Her mother said. Taylor shrugged and looked around hersurroundings.She fell onto her knees and looked around her playpen. Thepretty stuffed animals stared back at her. They didn’t speak, but their happyfaces and smiles seemed to echo her mother’s words. “Maybe I can do this…” Shethought. Taylor had all the tools she needed to become a mindless diaper fillerwithin the next year. All she had to do was look in front of her! Feeling awind of confidence flow through her, she looked over her shoulder at hermother.“I think I can do this, Mommy.” Taylor said, emphasizingthat last phrase with a childish lisp. Her mother smiled and started walkingout of the room.“You’re brilliant, Taylor. Make us proud!” She said, walkingout of the room and into the hallway. Taylor kept her eyes locked onto thedoorway. Her body was in the middle of something. Her mind was working too hardto turn her head around. That confident look slowly turned into a blank faraway stare as the back of pull-up started to expand.“Come on… *grunt*… come—on!” Taylor thought in her mind, asshe pushed out the messy load into her pampers. She beamed in pride as itstarted to settle into her padded underwear. “Ahh…” She said, feeling a bolt ofjoy course through her body. “I did it!! I got this. I can un-potty trainmyself, this will be way easier than vector calculus….” Taylor thought, hermind trailing away while she focused on wetting. It required all the focus andmind power she had to get over decades of potty training. But soon enough, atrickle started flowing into her pampers.Her muscles felt loose after she finished going. It was asif they were still switched into the “off” position. It took nearly half anhour before the strength in her bladder and bowel muscles returned to normal.Taylor knew then that she might have something here. Maybe she really was readyto loose her potty training at 20. Looking up at her potty chart, with stickerson her cheeks, Taylor knew her greatest work was about to come.“Wooahh… This one reallly squishy!” Taylor said to herselfwhile holding back giggles. Her thickly diapered bum pressed up against thesoft rubber patterns on the floor. She subconsciously gyrated her hips to playin the wet mushy diaper. She loved the way the warm soggy padding pressed upagainst her groin.“Who’s my little baby in here!” Taylor’s mommy said, walkinginto the room wearing nothing but a onesie and diaper herself. Taylor’s headspun around. Loose drool flung from her lips from the sudden motion. She didn’tcare though; she was incredibly used to being constantly covered in drool atthis point.“Mama! Hello! Me really went in my diaperrr. I didn’ evenknow I hads to go!” Taylor said with a glowing smile. Taylors mom smiled andgave two thumbs up.“Dats great! How long has yous been trying to-to go potty inyour diapies?” Her mother said, trying her best to remain articulate. Taylorcocked her head to the side and tried recounting the past few months. It wasvery hazy at this point. Most of the days just blurred into one. Taylor’s lifehad devolved into (full) diapers, naptimes, and mind-numbing TV. It wasgenuinely hard to figure out how much time had passed. Still though, Taylortried figuring it out with her mom.“Lets think, I’ve been in diapers fo’ one…. Two…… tha-tha-reee….Ff… fff-o…..oo… Um…” Taylor said, trying her best to formulate a number higherthan three. It was too challenging at this point. It was like trying to imaginea mathematical concept you’ve never learned before. It simply wasn’t there inher mind.“Whats you tryin’ to say? Foo-.. Four?” Taylor’s mom said.She had to close her eyes and think really hard about that one. Taylor’s eyeslit up the second she heard it.“Oh yeah! I’m tryna say da numba fouwr!!” Taylor said, herhands started clapping out of joy. She was so proud for being able to countthat high. Her mother clapped along with her. Suddenly though, Taylor’s mom’sdemeanor changed from happy and bright, to serious.“WAIT!” Her mother said, throwing both her hands up. “Aren’tyou suppose’ ta not know dat? Wike, aren’t you suppose ta be we-weally smawrtand not know how tink dat high?” Her mother said. It took her a few moments toregister what her mom had just said to her. Her thought processing had gottenpretty slow, but after about 30 seconds she threw up an understanding finger.“Yous right! Me gotta stop thinking dat…. High… hrmmm!”Taylor said. She started envisioning the number line in her head. She used allher mental capacity to bring up every shred of knowledge she had about numbers.Once she had those memories, she did what she had been to every adultmemory/skill the past 4 months now. She forcibly forgot them. She used all herbrainpower to forget the number line.“Hmmm! Ermmm!” She strained. Her face had contorted into afurious strain. Slowly, the number line started to get smaller in Taylors head.She only knew a couple numbers at this point, but they started to shrink in herbrain. They got smaller and smaller, until they were almost too small to see.Taylor strained even harder, her growning firetruck red. She pushed and pusheduntil…Pop!“Aah!….he…heheee….” Taylor muttered dumbly to herself. Adrooly tongue flopped out of her smile. Her eyes opened, but they looked dulland unable to focus. Taylor had done it. She’d completely forgotten whatnumbers were!“Did ya do it, honey?” Taylor’s mother said.“Wha?” Taylor said, looking hazily over at her mother.“Do ya know what da number fo-..fo…. Th-aree is?” She said,doing her best to think of the highest number possible. Taylor lookedperplexed. As if her mother asked her to recite gibberish.“A.. numba?… Was… Was dat Momma?” Taylor said, genuinelyunaware of what her mother was talking about. Her mind was completely blank onthe subject. -- source link