The Disability Journey - Chapter 3
Dealing with Paralysis
Katie woke the next morning and lay for a minute, confused. Then it all came back to her; she was paralyzed from the waist down. She threw the covers off, exposing her limp legs. She ran her hands over them exploring the lack of sensation. Her hands reached her sodden nighttime diaper and she again realized she would no longer be aware of when it was wet and would have to pay more attention to the wetness indicator. Abby stirred in the bed next to her and rolled over, her eyes opening.
“Good morning dear,” Abby said, kissing Katie. “How did you sleep?”
“Pretty well, I guess,” Katie replied. “I still can’t believe you paralyzed me.”
“Your body is mine to do with as I wish. And my wish is for it to be like this.” Abby said as she ran her hand up and down Katie’s limp legs. Her hand found its way between Katie’s legs. “My, you’re diaper is very wet, you should probably change before you leak on our sheets. I’ll get a fresh diaper for you.” Abby tossed the covers off herself and hopped out of their bed. She went and got a fresh diaper, a disposable absorbent pad and wipes for Katie. “Here you go,” She said, handing Katie her supplies.
“You’re not even going to help me?” Katie asked.
“No, you need to learn to be self sufficient. I’ll go and make some breakfast while you change your diaper and get your braces on. See you shortly.” Abby said, leaning down and kissing Katie.
“Hmph,” Katie said as Abby left the room. She set about changing her diaper because she knew she didn’t have any other choice. At least it would be relatively easy without her braces in the way. She lifted her limp left leg over her right and managed to roll herself on her side enough to get the disposable pad under herself. She rolled back on top of it and lifted her legs to spread them apart, bending them at the knee. They flopped open rather lewdly as she let go. She undid her diaper and worked it out from under her butt. She set it next to her. She wiped herself as best as she could with her chastity belt covering everything between her legs. She put the used wipes in her diaper and rolled it up. She felt along the edges of her chastity belt, pushed on it, and even tugged on her catheter to see if she could feel anything but any hint of feeling was now gone. She sighed, realizing it was going to be a while until she got to feel any sexual pleasure again. Realizing she needed to hurry so she didn’t leak all over the pad, she lifted her legs and rolled herself on her side enough to spread the fresh diaper under herself and then rolled back on top of it. She again lifted and spread her legs and then fastened the diaper around her waist. She pulled the pad from under herself and wrapped it around her used diaper. She reached over and pulled her braces onto the bed. It took a bit of manueving to get her braces around her limp legs. She managed to get all the straps in their proper place and secure the buckles. The hardest was the pelvic band but she finally got it all secure. She lifted her limp legs and let them fall over the side of the bed. Grabbing her crutches which were leaning next to the bed, she levered herself upright and the locks on her braces clicked into place, securing her ridgedly from her waist to her ankles. She crutched her way into the kitchen where Abby was busy making pancakes and bacon.
“Oh you did it! Well done my dear.” Abby said. “How about some coffee?”
“Yes please,” Katie said, crutching her way to the table to sit down. She unlocked her braces and lowered herself into her chair. She felt oddly pleased at Abby’s praise.
After they finished breakfast Abby declared it was time for her morning enema. Katie levered herself up from her chair and crutched her way to the bathroom and sat down on her commode chair. Without being told she put her arms on the armrests and let Abby strap her in. Abby removed her diaper and chastity belt and went about Katie’s morning enema, helping her with empty herself with a belly massage. Once Katie was empty and in a new diaper and her chastity belt, Abby released her from her commode chair.
“You should probably practice some more with your braces and crutches, you only have today and tomorrow before you have to go out in public with them.” Abby said.
Katie spent the better part of the morning crutching around their house, practicing sitting down and standing up. After lunch she worked on her homework. While she was studying she found she was forgetting that her lower body just wasn’t there anymore. When she Abby called her for dinner, she grabbed her crutches and levered herself up without even thinking about it.
“You’re getting so good with your braces and crutches,” Abby said.
“I know I’ve only had to use them since last night but it’s funny how quickly using my crutches and braces became almost second nature.” Katie replied.
“Yeah, most people who use disability aids find that they just become a part of them.” Abby told her.
After dinner it was time for Katie’s nightly enema. The process in the bathroom was repeated, again with Abby having to massage Katie’s stomach to aid her in expelling her waste. Then into a nighttime diaper with a booster pad, watching some TV together on the couch and bedtime.
Sunday morning Katie awoke and again was slightly confused about what was going on but then it came back to her. She pushed the covers down and felt her very wet nighttime diaper. She lay there waiting for Abby to awake and mentally explored her body. She decided that it wasn’t so much that she felt like she had legs that she couldn’t feel but more that her body was complete but just ended at her waist. It was very weird.
Abby soon awoke and after kissing Katie good morning brought her her changing supplies. Katie changed her diaper and then buckled her legs into her braces. It was getting easier to change her diaper while dealing with her limp legs but it was going to be hard at school she realized. She grabbed her crutches and crutched her way to the kitchen to have breakfast,
“Abby, I’ve been trying to figure it out how but there’s no way I can manage changing my diaper at school,” Katie said.
“Oh I know dear. Don’t worry, I’ll let you use a leg bag. It straps to your leg and your catheter line will attach to it to collect you urine. You’ll probably have to empty it at least once but that should be relatively easy. I’ll give you one to practice with today after breakfast and your morning enema. You can use the leg bag at school but you’ll have to remove it when you’re home and use your diapers. Now eat.” Abby said.
They ate breakfast and then Abby told Katie to head to the bathroom for her enema and to put on her leg bag. Abby did Katie’s enema routine and then showed her the leg bag.
“Here, I’ll show you how it works,” Abby said. She fastened the straps around Katie’s left thigh and attached her leg bag on the inner side. She attached the end of Katie’s catheter line to the top opening. “Okay, your catheter will now drain your bladder directly into your leg bag. When it’s full you just take the bag off and undo the bottom clip and drain it into the toilet. You should probably still wear a diaper though since you might leak around your catheter.” She put a fresh diaper on Katie and released her from her commode chair.
Katie levered herself upright and her braces locked. She looked down and could see a small amount of urine had already collected in the bottom of the bag. With nothing better to do Katie spent some time practicing around their house with her braces and crutches. She was really getting the hang of it and could nearly move as fast as a normal walk. It shouldn’t be difficult at school tomorrow she thought.
“Hey dear,” came Abby’s voice. “You should probably empty your leg bag. You drank a lot of coffee at breakfast.”
Oh right, her leg bag. Katie looked down and was surprised to see that it was probably three quarters full. She crutched her way to the bathroom and pondered how she was going to empty her leg bag. She decided she could lean against the wall so she could set her forearm crutches aside. She lifted her skirt and unhooked her leg bag from the straps. Holding the bag over the toilet, she unclipped the bottom and a stream of her urine began to flow into the toilet. When the bag was empty, she reclipped the bottom and managed to hook her leg bag back to the straps. She checked her diaper which showed it was only a tiny bit wet and let her skirt fall. All in all it was pretty easy, certainly easier than changing her diaper.
That evening after dinner Abby directed Katie to the bathroom for her enema. After Katie was empty Abby removed her leg bag and put Katie’s nighttime diaper on her. “So was that easier than using your diaper?” She asked.
“Absolutely!” Katie replied. “It was actually quite easy, I shouldn’t have any trouble at school tomorrow. I’ll just need to remember to check my leg bag.”
“Set some alarms on your phone.” Abby told her.
“That’s a really good idea,” Katie said. “Before you paralyzed me I could feel when I was getting too wet but now I have no idea what’s happening down there. And I’m sure it wouldn’t be good if my leg bag got too full and my urine backed up and filled my bladder.”
“Yeah, you could damage your bladder sphincter muscle and render yourself actually incontinent.” Abby said. They watched some TV and then headed to bed. Katie unlocked her braces and sat on their bed and with a practiced hand quickly removed her braces. She lifted her limp legs into bed and positioned them.
“Good night dear,” Katie said to Abby.
“Good night,” Abby answered.
In the morning they hurried through their routine and Abby strapped Katie’s leg bag on her after her enema. Katie crutched her way to their bedroom and selected a long skirt and a cute blouse to wear to school. She unlocked her braces and sat on their bed. With some difficulty she managed to get her limp legs through the skirt and work it up into the correct position. She put on her bra and top and then got herself upright again. When she looked in the mirror she was relieved to see that her skirt was long enough that you couldn’t see her leg bag. She caught herself kind of liking the way her athletic legs looked encased in her braces beneath her skirt. She shook her head. No, she didn’t like these braces and couldn’t wait to regain feeling in her legs and get them off. She picked up her backpack and, grabbing her crutches, crutched her way out the door to head to school.