A "chosen one" refers to an individual believed to be specially selected by a higher power or destiny to fulfill a significant purpose, often involving saving the world or accomplishing a great feat, usually with unique abilities or qualities that set them apart from others; this concept is prevalent in many myths, stories, and religions, where the chosen person is seen as having a special mission to complete.
A "curse breaker" is a person, often found in fantasy settings like the Harry Potter series, who specializes in removing or counteracting magical curses placed on objects, people, or locations, essentially "breaking" the harmful effects of the curse by using their own magical abilities to dispel it; they are essentially magical experts in dealing with dangerous and complex curses, often venturing into perilous situations to undo the effects of powerful dark magic.
A "starseed" is a concept within New Age spirituality that refers to a person believed to have originated from a planet other than Earth, essentially an extraterrestrial soul incarnated on Earth with a special mission or purpose, often carrying unique abilities or heightened intuition due to their "otherworldly" origins; they are thought to feel a sense of not fully belonging on Earth and may be drawn to spiritual practices or seeking a deeper meaning in life.
Heyoka Empaths: They mirror emotions in a playful or unconventional way, encouraging self-reflection.
The Heyoka Empath embodies their inner child in everything they do, embracing a natural sense of wonder and innocence alongside their capacity to carry emotional burdens
you always throw yourself into every situation, embracing every feeling and emotion you have, knowing that all of it makes for a beautiful and exciting.
Sigma INFJ Personality Type:
A "sigma INFJ" male personality type refers to a man who embodies the traits of an INFJ personality (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging) from the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, but with a strong sense of independence, self-reliance, and a tendency to not conform to societal norms, often associated with the "sigma male" archetype; essentially, a deeply thoughtful and empathetic individual who is comfortable being alone and forging their own path in life.
What is the spiritual meaning of Royal?
A royal attitude means, no matter what, I always maintain good wishes and pure feelings for every soul. Royal drishti means to always see others in their angelic form with my angelic form. Royal actions means to come into interaction while constantly giving and receiving happiness through actions.
"The best way out is always through."
My Journey began the date of my birth,
1971:
My mother, miss D'mae L. Mack (Dmae L. Coleman) ,
D’Mae L. Coleman, 68, of Findlay, entered into eternal life on Wednesday, April 1, 2020 at Bridge Hospice Care Center. She was born June 8, 1951 in Tucson, Arizona to the late Antonio R. and Helen I. (Merrill) Romero. On March 17, 1983, she married Lewis R. Coleman Jr. and he preceded her in death. She is survived by her daughters, Matilda Young, Nona Coleman, Shana Colemane; and sons, Lance, Adam, and Stevie. She is also survived by six grandchildren, Siera Selick, Jordan Selick, Alex Selick, Javarian Finlayson, Drake Lauwers, and Nico Coppler.
She was an amazing women with a pure heart of gold. Our dancing angel of grace, goddess of love, our hero, our mother, and an awesome friend. The Lord said it’s time to come home where she lies upon the skies of heaven. Above our wishing stars where we connect our memories to hold on to our love ones while she watches over us all. We love you mom, you are missed dearly and you will never be forgotten.
went to a party at a house in Tucson, AZ, allegedly with 4 other ladies and met a couple of men there at this party, near the University of Arizona campus. My father, then 16, was there at this party, my father, His Royal Highness, Prince Alwaleed Bin Talal,
was there enjoying himself on a weekend as he was there in Tucson, AZ for educational purposes.
The party got loud and a noise complaint was made. Police showed up, and busted the underage drinkers, including my mother, my father, a woman named Lillian, a mexican, (who had a mad crush on my father and then me, later on, whom nearly raped me in her home in Tucson, AZ with her daughter present while I was married back in 1998) All of these 5 ladies were at this party and the party got busted. Everyone went to a juvenile holding facility which was an old military barracks in Tucson, AZ which had 13 foot barbed wire fences around both former barracks, one was the female side and the other was the male side. Now, sometime....in the evening hours if the following day, my father went outside where the ladies were and were also outside. The ladies called him over to the 12 foot barbed wire fence separating the ladies from the men and the ladies wanted to talk to my handsome, rich father, (prior to making me of course)
And in doing so, he challenged the ladies: "The first one over this fence, gets a night with his royal highness" he said.
Ironically, much like the journey of sperm, three or four of the ladies accepted his challenge and began their attempts to climb the 12 foot barbed wire fence. Lillian, in competition with my mother, gave up part way up the fence while my mother's sheer determination and unwavering will, climbed over the fence, through the barbed wire and over to the other side where she lost her foothold about half way qnd fell down into her butt. She got back up, brushed herself off, and presented herself to the then 16 year old Saudi Royal Prince, Son of Talal Bin Abdulaziz.
Alwaleed bin Talal was born in Jeddah on 7 March 1955 to Prince Talal bin Abdulaziz and Mona El Solh.
As a boy, he ran away from home for a day or two at a time, sleeping in unlocked cars, before attending the King Abdulaziz Military Academy in Riyadh.
My then 16 year-old father, had a wild romp in the sack with my then 15 year-old mother, and after which, bid farewell to then climbed the 12 foot barbed wire fence and back over to her side late that night. Sometime in the early morning hours, my father was released by his father, Talal. Alwaleed Bin Talal was then sent to another college in Canada. There in Canada, Alwaleed repeated the same thing (ending up making love with another pretty, and skinny Canadian woman whom also got pregnant and ended up having a baby girl.)
After Alwaleed was sent to Canada, he was transfered to California to a college there.
Alwaleed received a bachelor's degree in business administration from Menlo College in California in 1979.
1973
While Prince Alwaleed Bin Talal was busy with his education, starting Kingdom Holding Company, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed was bouncing around from Foster Care home, to foster care home, some of which, kept me in a playpen, wearing heavily bleached cloth diapers and frosted plastic pants because the older couple were afraid that I would get into their things. I was subsequently adopted between 1973 and 1974 by Cynthia Jean Gano Lewis and Timothy T Lewis.
Ever since I was a toddler, I, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed has had to wear diapers due to accute neurological damage due to Pre-diabetes (and later on in my life, spinal problems and TD,( What is tardive dyskinesia (TD)?
Mild to severe twitching, shaking, or jerking in the hands, feet, face, or torso are signs of tardive dyskinesia. Involuntary blinking, tongue movements, and other uncontrollable movements can also be signs of TD.1,2 Embarrassment and avoiding going out in public may be emotional signs of TD. The whole person can be affected by tardive dyskinesia.)
brought on by Forced Medications by San Bernardino County Sheriff's Deputies)
1976:
Quote from my Adoptive mother; Cynthia jean Gayneau: "I was remembering one year when it snowed in Tucson. You were about four years old and you and your Dad got up early, ran across the street and made a little snowman before all the snow melted. It had already melted on our side of the street and, by the time I got up, all that was left of the snow on our block was your little snowman."
I grew up, at 521 North Treat Ave, Tucson, AZ 85716
and my old telephone number was 602-326-8552
(How many of YOU remember YOUR old telephone number?)
My adoptive parents adopted another boy, Ronald David Lewis AKA Michael David Lewis back in 1978.
Our first time together was at the University of Arizona Art Gallery during an art show which we had one of those slippery bananas with a clown sprinkler. We played on this out on the lawn for hours during the setup of the art show. We had only separate beds on either side of our bedroom. Once my Adoptive father left us, my adoptive mother went and bought wooden bunk beds from a place in Tucson, AZ called "Knock On Wood." We got the company to deliver them to our home and assemble them for us. My adoptive mother even repainted our room from plain white plaster walls to a teal colored walls with white roof.
We had tongue-in-groove wooden floors too. Many memories of those days come flooding in like a tidal wave, curling up, and crashing down on the sandy beaches of my mind.
I wore cloth diapers since age 5 at night at first then during the day as time went on. My adoptive parents took me to various urologists and even a few psychologists to find out if my problems were phycological or physical. They should have figured out that I had hypoglycemia which causes urinary Incontinence. Once the doctors did find out about my blood sugar levels, they told my parents about it and how the nerves were damaged that control this. Still, they both refused to accept this and wanted to take me out of diapers.
I refused to do as they told me, I rebelled and fought their totalitarianism. All of my life, I have had to fight against what this world, starting with my parents, my teachers, principals, and "the system"....of control!
1983
In second grade, I chose to fight against my second grade old as hell teacher, she had denied me Access to going to the bathroom along with the rest of the class. I stood up, and spoke out and refused to shut up! I EVEN went to where the keys to the bathroom were! That angered my teacher! "Uh! How....DARE you!!!!" My teacher replied! "How....DARE....you defy me!" I proudly stood there and said "Gladly miss Haggert!"
She grabbed the pointer stick and attempted to beat me with it! I swerved and dodged the stick ducking under the desks. Miss Haggert cleared the classroom and went to the Old ass principal, Mr Wallen, to get me out of the class.
Back then, with a signed consent form, the principal could use a paddle on you! Mr. Wallen came into the classroom and tried to catch me! LOL! He got onto his knees and tried to reach for me.....I crawled futher under the desks. He got up and started moving the desks aside, like SNAPE of Harry Potter fame....would have! As the desks got shoved around, I stood up and began to dodge the attempts to cease me....much like a greased pig, each feeble attempt to grab me was easily escaped! I watched and even laughed at Mr. Wallen's attempts to cease my arms! He fell a few times with a liud thud onto his knees! I slipped through his grasp....I actually enjoyed doing this to this Sam Hughes Elementary School Principal..... Looking back.....my feelings were of fancy, and enjoyment...... watching this old man attempt to control that which he knew nothing about! I had a feeling within me, something..... indescribable, something stirring within me, that told me that I was something and someone different.
Mr. Wallen was finally able to catch me...then take me back to his office where he sat me down in a chair facing his desk then proceeded to tell me that all he had to do was make a phone call to my adopted mother and she would approve of him paddling me. I called his bluff by saying; "My mom would NEVER let you do that!" He tried to intimidate me, he bluffed his way through the process, never actually calling my mother, saying that "I was right, my mom had never signed any of the consent forms" yet he did have the authority to suspend me from school for a while. I told him off and he called my adopted mother and talked with her at length. My adoptive mother later showed up mad and mostly disappointed in me. OH big deal I thought! I won't have to go to school for a while! My mother told me that this was an inconvenience for her. I told her.... "Then why...did you have me then?" I said this while we drove back home. My adoptive mother told me that I was to stay in the house and be without TV.
"OH....big deal! I have my.....guitars and my....keyboards to play...." I said.
I spent the next month or so suspended from school spending most of that month confined to the yard. This.... wasn't the...first time and certainly not....the last time I would be confined to my yards. My adoptive father, Timothy T Lewis, and my adoptive mother got divorced in 1981, right about the time I went into 2nd grade. My adoptive brother, Michael (Ronald David Lewis) D. Lewis and I spend most of the 1980s bouncing back and forth from one parent to another, Wednesdays and Saturdays were my adoptive father's days and the rest of the time, we spent with our adoptive mother.
1984-1985 I became what my Adoptive parents thought to be "too rebellious" and defiant. This ocurred after their divorce in 1981. I was sat upon by by Adoptive mother when I was ADAM...ANTLY opposed to doing whatever she asked; like cleaning my room, and or taking the trash out. I always asked: "Why can't YOU do it? Why do you make one of us do it?" This infuriated her! It frustrated her! She didn't realize that I...was born to... question everything, being a "Chosen One." I myself wasn't aware that I was chosen....yet....I always felt.....that I was...special, in some way, unique, not like everyone else. This behavior, or my....affinity to question every single authority, and their commands and demands, plus my urinary Incontinence got me put with a creepy child psychologist named Dr. Morgan on west Grant Ave in Tucson, AZ. Every....single time I went to this...doctor, All we did in his office, was play with cars and toys. Doctor Morgan, often asked me odd questions like; Did my parents ever touch me in ways I didn't like or did they do things to me that I didn't like. I mentioned that my Adoptive mother often sat on me and restricted me to the yard, forcing me to be less social because in her eyes, "it was for my own good." Then, at some point, I mentioned that I didn't like this doctor and my Adoptive mom took me out of there and sent me to the University Hospital where another child psychologist who later on, turned out to be a chomo, on over 500 counts, saw me on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. All we did was play with toys and talk about diapers.
Boring! Once this doctor got busted in 1986, my mother ended up moving out of our cozy home after it sold, to another home in Portland, Oregon. I....was promptly left with my Adoptive father, who just had got remarried to another italian woman named Marian Cacciatore.
1986:
In that summer, my step-mom and I didn't get off to a good start, at least once she found out about me having to wear diapers 24/7 and diring the night.
It was the summer of 1986, around June when my mother and my younger brother were getting ready to move out of our house and go to Portland Oregon after the house was sold.
My father and his girlfriend of one year were getting married that month and were going to go on their honeymoon. They needed to find a place that I could stay while they were away, so my stepmother called a friend of hers who had a 2 and a half year-old baby girl in diapers. She called her because she would be experienced in child rearing and might be tolerant of my bed wetting and pants wetting if it happened again.
The day that I was to go and stay with this lady the girlfriend of one of my adoptive father's friends name Dan Motorazo, the friend of my adoptive father and Stepmom packed my suitcases then took me over to their friend's house and left me there in a hurry so that my dad and she would not be late for their plane. I was then escorted into the house and into the nursery, the only extra space that they had for me to stay in. As the lady took my suitcases and unpacked them, she asked if there was anything that I needed to tell her about myself. (As though she already knew about my problems) I told her that I occasionally wet the bed and my pants. She told me that she didn't want to risk me wetting my bed, so she suggested that I wear some of her daughter's Pampers diapers just to be sure. (This was the times that Pampers came in a blue cardboard box and not in a bag-See my pictures)
These diapers were really thick and crinclely. They also had a blue waistband on them and would clump up when wet.
So after she was done unpacking my stuff, she told me that she was going to be the one that was going to diaper me from now on. I didn't need to worry about trying to put them on myself, because it was no problem at all to change them for me. She told me that she would check and or change them almost the same time that she changed her daughter's diapers.
Then she asked me to hop up onto the changing table. I reluctantly did so. Then she took my shoes off, then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and then off. She tossed my pants into a corner of the room where she tossed her daughter's dirty clothes. Then she pulled my underwear off and tossed them into the corner as well. Then she flipped my shirt up then went over to the box of diapers and got one out. She opened it up and then lifted me up so that she could slide the diaper under me.
She then got some powder and shook some into the diaper and onto me. Then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes on each side. She then went and got a pair of shorts to put on me from the dresser that she put my clothes in.
Once she was done putting my shorts on, she told me to go and play for a while until lunch.
It wasn't until after lunch that she asked me to come over and let her check to see if I was wet or not. She pulled back the elastics in my shorts and told me that it was ok, and not to be ashamed while she pulled back the waistband a little so that she could see inside. She couldn't see very well so she pulled my shorts down and inserted her index finger into the leg elastics to feel for wetness.
I wasn't wet enough to change me yet, so she pulled my shorts up and let me go back to playing for a short while.
About half an hour later, she and her boyfriend told me that they needed to go to the store and get some more diapers, and some other groceries. So after she got her infant daughter ready, I was readied to go out.
Then we all piled into their 1979 Toyota corolla station wagon and went to the store.
They first went to the baby isle and they picked out two boxes of pampers diapers, some baby powder, and some more Huggies wipes. Then they went around and got some milk, eggs, cheese, bread, pancake mix, and some juices. Then we paid and left.
After we got back and unpacked the groceries, the lady took me into the nursery and helped me up onto the changing table. She had noticed the wet spots in my shorts where my diaper had leaked a little. She then pulled my shorts off, then she unfastened the tapes then she lowered the front of my diaper with a wiping motion. Then she opened the new container of wipes and wiped me down, depositing each used wipe into my diaper. Then she took the diaper with all of the wipes in it and just tossed it into the tall, 32 gallon Rubbermaid trashcan that was in the nursery.
Then she opened the new box of Pampers diapers and took one out. She unfolded it and then slid it under me. Then she took the container of powder and sprinkled some into the diaper and onto me. Then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes.
Then she went to the dresser and found a pair of jeans to put on me. She then helped me down from the changer and asked me to put my jeans on.
After I was fully dressed, she left the nursery and got her daughter so that she could changer her diaper.
After she was done, she washed her hands and went into the living room to watch TV. I also went to watch TV.
Around four o'clock that afternoon, she made a bottle for her daughter and then asked me if I also wanted anything to drink. I told her yes. Then she told me what they had to offer. I opted for whole white milk. She then went to the kitchen and poured me a tall glass of cold whole white milk.
Then she began to fix dinner.
Around five, dinner was ready and she got everyone to sit around the dinner table.
After dinner was done, she asked if I wanted to help wash the dishes.
I went along with her request and help her in the kitchen. She was a darling to talk to. She asked me a lot of questions about how long I have been wetting my bed and how and when it all started.
Then when all of the dishes were done and everything was cleaned up, she told me that the whole family sat in front of the TV to watch a video of voted choice.
I can't remember what movie we watched, but we all sat down for 90 minutes and watched the movie.
It was over late, and then once the movie was over,
The lady got her daughter bathed and then dressed for bed. Then she told me to come into the bathroom so that I could take a bath before I went to bed. She asked me to feel the water that she was drawing for me to see if it was too hot or not. She adjusted it a little then she began to take my clothes off and then my diaper, which was still mostly dry.
She stripped me naked then asked me to get into the tub. Then she told me where everything was, the soap, the shampoo and the conditioner and such before she left the room so I could take my bath. She told me that if I needed anything, all I had to do was call her.
After I was done, I got out and called her. Then she helps me dry off, and then she brought me back into the nursery where she helped me up to the changer and began to diaper me for bed. Then she asked me if I wanted to sleep in a shirt or not. I told her I didn't like to wear a shirt to bed in hot weather like there is in Arizona.
So she left me in just my diaper. Then she helped me down and then helped me into bed. She then tucked me in and then turned the light off. She left a nightlight on then closed the door slightly.
Around 1:00 am the next morning, her daughter began to cry. Her mother came in dressed in her night gown to check her diaper, and give her a bottle.
She then woke me up and uncovered me to check my diaper for wetness. I was of course wet, so she got me up onto the changer to change my diaper. Then she helped me back into bed.
She woke me up around 8:00 am that morning for pancakes and eggs.
After we all ate, she took her daughter and me into the nursery to change our diapers.
She asked me if I had to go # 2, and then she took my diaper off and let me go.
Then when I was done, she re-diapered me, and then put a t-shirt on me. She told me that I could stay dressed like this until there was somewhere to go.
This was the way things were for five or six weeks until my new stepmother and my dad got back
When they got back and my stepmother found out all of the details, my stepmother went straight to another friend of hers who was a pediatric psychologist. Her friend suggested that my stepmother continue what her other friend had started. She suggested that my stepmother put me back into diapers full time and that she be the only one to change my diapers, like a helpless baby would have done for them. She said if he wants to wear diapers like a baby, treat him like one, completely. This meant that I had to give up certain freedoms. I had to stay where I could be seen or heard at all times, that I could no longer dress myself, that I could no longer decide what I was going to eat,
or if I could go out by myself.
There were more freedoms stripped from me as well, but I just can't remember all of them right now.
Then my stepmother took me to the store to buy me some diapers and diapering supplies.
She let me pick out what brands I wanted. I picked a Purple bag of Huggies whites (thicks)
and a box of Pampers overnights.
Then my step mother then bought some baby powder, some Huggies wipes then she went to the t-shirt isle and bought some long t-shirts in white, dark blue and grey. Then we paid and left. Once we got home, she took all of the stuff into my bedroom and told me to sit on the bed until she was done putting it all away. Then she told me what her friend the psychologist had told her. Then she laid down the rules, and then told me that I no longer was a teenager, that I was a 2 year-old infant as of now and had the privileges of that age. Then she told me just what they were. Then she forced me to lie down on the bed while she stripped me down to my wet diaper that I still had on. Then she changed my wet diaper then wiped me down. Then she took out a thick Huggies diaper and began to open it up.
Then she lifted my butt while she slid the diaper under me. She then powdered me then she surprised me when she pulled out a pack of "Osco Drug" diaper doublers.
She then inserted two of them into the diaper then pulled the diaper up between my legs, tucked the wings in on each side then fastened the tapes. Then she opened the new white t-shirt bag and took one out. She then opened it up and rolled it up so that she could put it on me.
Then she put my head through the neck hole then helped me put my arms in the shirt. Then she left the room for a second while she went and got a pair of black flip-flops for me to wear.
She told me that this was going to be the clothes I was going to wear around the house at all times, even when guests were over. Then when she was done changing and dressing me, she told me two more things…....last rule, if I ever tried to take the diapers off myself, I would get spanked, then she told me to take the trash out to the curb in the front (dressed the way I was) and then wash the dishes before dinner. I did as I was told and took the trash out to the front. As I carried the large bag of trash out, the neighbor that lived in front of us came out to check the mail. She noticed my diapered butt and then sized me up from toe to head. She smiled a little bit as she said hi. Then she stood there looking at me as I walked away, back into the house. She went back inside after I disappeared back into the house.
This carried on until the end of that year. Just before my birthday, December 5th 1987,
I was put into a hospital ward for the developmentally delayed, Cedar Hills Hospital in Cedar Hills, Oregon (a suburb of Portland, OR) where I could get the treatment my dad and stepmother said I needed.
On that hospital ward, I was kept in diapers full time and made to wear only hospital gowns scrubs, onesies, and footed sleepers. I was also made to sleep in a crib, in a room with six cribs in it, three on each side, and two changers, one on each side.
Once in a while, when I got "an attitude" about having to wear diapers all of the time, they would restrain me in hospital restraints then shoot me up with some kind of drugs that would make me sleep for 12 hours at a time. They could keep me in restraints for up to 72 hours without a doctor's order. (They had to put anyone in restraints in diapers anyway because the hospital policies were set that way because who ever was restrained, couldn't get up to go to the bathroom. They also had to feed you by hand and spoon three times a day, as well as give out pills while I was there.)
I spent two years there before I was transferred to another hospital in Oregon. There, I was forced to sleep in a hospital bed that resembled an adult sized crib with restraints already in it if they were ever needed. Believe me; the staff there used them on me more times than I can count. I spent most of my time there either restrained or going to a group that was held on the hospital unit every day.
I was put on Haldol, Stelizine, Lithium, Elevyl (an anti Depressant), Cojenton, (Side effect medication with a set of Side effects of its own.) Benedryl, and some kind of new medication that was in its trial stages and had NOT been approved by the FDA yet, to help me sleep, and some yellow pill for my sever acne. Besides all of the meds, My doctor also prescribed Chocolate bars because of some medicinal properties of the chocolate its self. He also ordered this specialist who was part of “my medical team” back then, to collect sperm and seamen samples from me and the rest of his patients to see how the meds were effecting our growth in the sexual region. The manner in which the samples were collected from the three males that were also lying in diapers and cribs in the same room I was in, seemed a little bit wrong. This one Nurse had to “stimulate” us sexually in order to extract the specimens because they didn’t either want to use another method for fear that it might damage us, or they didn’t have that technology back then. It was usually done three times per week, and always during diaper changes, either at night or first thing in the morning. It wasn’t like the nurse who was doing the extractions was enjoying it. It was done a certain way by pressing on the prostate gland which pretty much made the sample come out faster and with a lot of intensity. You don’t want to know how the nurse had to access the prostate gland. You can research that on the internet, by asking a doctor, or asking a nurse. I was restrained a lot because I hate needles and had to have my blood drawn a lot because of the meds I was on.
The unit I was on had a reward system, where if all of us were good for a week, we all got to be taken over to the cafeteria, to eat “off the unit”. We were still dressed in our diapers, but they through on either a scrub top or put on some flip-flops, or we were all dressed on onesies that had the name of the hospital and the unit’s name and a patient number printed in bold, black ink, across the back. Anyone who was there, could see our diapers if they wanted to see them. We also had mandatory outings from time to time, and while we were out, there was one tech assigned to each person on that unit, so that this tech could change our diapers, care for any wounds, and feed us our snacks.
It was never embarrassing to have our diapers changed on a blanket, spread out on the grass, right there in public. My tech, just told me to come over to her and turn around.
She would then drop my pants, unbutton my onesie or flip up my t-shirt, and proceed to thoroughly check my diaper for signs of wetness. When and if it WAS wet, she would lay me down on my back, on the blanket, and begin taking my clean diaper out of the diaper bag that she was assigned to carry. She took out the hospital grade wipes, and some of the Pampers with the blue waist shield and a few of the long, thick hospital grade feminine pads, the ones with no plastic backing to be used as a diaper doubler. The diaper doubler would stick out at the back and a little at the front, but would certainly do its job as a diaper doubler. My tech would then unfasten each tape on my Hospital Grade Pampers diapers, and pull my diaper down. She would then open the wipes and wipe me down thoroughly, being extra careful around my genitals, to get them extra clean.
Then she would pull my diaper out from under me and lay it open, next to me. Then she would unfold and open the wings of my clean diaper, and then slip it under my bottom. She would then take the thick, hospital grade feminine pad, and insert it into my diaper to use as an extra absorbency pad. Then she would shake a little powder into my diaper and onto me before she pulled my diaper up and fastened the tapes. She would then refasten the snaps in my onesie with the hospital’s name and the unit’s name and my patient number stamped or printed on the back of it, then she would pull my pants back up and fasten the snap and pull the zipper back up. There were a few times that my tech would need to put lotion on me at a diaper change. Now that, I am not really able to recall, just how it felt. With all of those medications flowing through my veins, all at once, I did little more than lie there, and roll around a little. I could barely keep my eyes open and if I could even walk, I could barely keep my balance. I pretty much was bedridden most of the time I was in these hospitals, especially the one in Oregon. With all of the sponsored medications or the corporate pharmaceutical investors that the hospital had at the time, I felt a little more like a human lab rat, with all of the undercover trials, and experimental techniques, and experimental chemicals that were being force fed, to me, and the fact that I could do little to resist or rebel without so much as either a needle prick putting my lights out, or the fact that I was so medicated that I couldn’t fight back at all.
My Doctor also recommended four blood draws and several semen collections per week due to all of the collective medications I was taking at one time. The doctor that over saw my care and his entire medical staff, omitted information on my medical records that would give light to all of their questionable dealings with the pharmaceutical companies and all of the actual events that occurred within the walls of this hospital from hell.
My Medical files from that time and place have tons of gaps in information, as though certain information was censored to protect themselves and their investors at that time.
My medical records reflect one thing, and my experiences reflect another. There was a lot of experimental techniques being tried out, and there were at least 5 pharmaceutical companies Sponsoring the units there at that hospital, that were using us to test their newest meds on. My Doctor was going to send me to the Oregon State Hospital (OSH-Where “one flew the coockoo’s nest” was filmed/Took Place) because I wasn’t responding to their treatments, according to him and his staff members. and I was going to need “ongoing” care. My Mother agreed with the doctor at that time and told him to go ahead with his plans.
The doctor was forcing his recommendations on me, and moving forward at a feverish pace, trying to make sure that I was admitted there at the OSH.
August 1988
My adoptive father was against these doctor's recommendations and decided to intercept me and bring me down to Tucson instead.
I spent two years of my life at Cedar Hills Hospital before I was taken to yet another one in Tucson called Desert Hills Hospital or as it is called today, after they moved some number of years ago….Desert hills for youth and Family. There I was slowly taken out of diapers and educated year round. I was forced to take strong medications and made to do a set number of chores every day.
1990, after I got out of Desert Hills Hospital, I was given back up for full adoption by my adoptive father who told me that he couldn't have me living with him or my family any more and he couldn't deal with me any more. So he put me back into the Arizona Foster care system which placed me with this family which had this big, burly guy named John Abernathy, and his two foster kids. This guy virtually made me his cleaning slave. He made me and my roomy pick up tiny little pebbles in the back yard on our hands and knees and put them into a bucket. I finally told my case worker this, and she spoke to him about it. After she left, he got sooo mad, that he grabbed me and body slammed me to the floor then landed on top of me. I weighed a mere 110 or so and he weighed about 300lbs.
He Jumped on top of me with his elbow out ready to jab me in the gut. I rolled out of the way and then grabbed the nearest thing I could find, a six foot all brass lamp stand then swung it down on him.
I hit him squarely on the forehead then I swung again after he tried to get back up and hit him across the back of the neck with the base of the lamp. I then dropped the lamp stand then ran out of the house with him in tow. I ran so fast but it still wasn't fast enough. I whipped around the corner and headed for a very public area, the corner of Drexel rd and Campbell Ave in Tucson (see Google earth for more details) He stopped his pursuit knowing that some one would see him brutalizing me. I ran straight to the nearest pay phone where I called my case worker and told her what had happed after she left. She told me that I HAD to go back because he had my Custody. She would change that first thing in the morning. She also told me that if it got too bad I had the RIGHT to call the police. I then told her that John had body slammed me to the cement and that I didn't feel safe going back there. She then asked me to go to a meeting place at Campbell and Glenn (**see Google earth for more details on locations) by morning so that she could pick me up on her way to her office. I made it there and then waited there until she arrived. I went back to her office and we talked about what had happened and got to the facts at hand. She then called my father who at first told her that he had no further interest in me and that I was now HER responsibility now. She then rebutted what had happened and he told her to call him at a later time. She then had no other option but to try and take me back to John's house where the incident occurred. As she and I pulled up to the house, John, Marcus and Louis were just pulling out of the drive way. She stopped him to ask where he was headed. He told her that the three of them were going out to dinner and then on a
road trip to phoenix. What we didn't know was that they had packed up everything that they needed and put it into the back of the panel van and were leaving to escape the Law.
She went and opened his house and we found out that they had taken almost everything but the couch, the beds, and the dinning room table and the lamp that I had used to hit him with.
The rest of the house was bare. There was no way that we were going to be able to find him ever again.
Summer of 1991
This is when I was sent to phoenix to another program in Phoenix that is now out of business called LDI. (Life development Institute) there, they tried to give me my GED and made me go to school. They also taught me life skills, like how to keep an apartment, budget money for food, rent, bills and the like. I also wore diapers there too and was made fun of most of the time. All of the people that were enrolled in the program had disabilities of some kind too. So, everyone was told of my problem and they were told NOT to make fun of me due to the fact that anyone found doing so would be expelled and sent to a group home. Then, about 1 year and a half later,
Fall of 1992,
the program started to run low on funds and they started to find places for everyone to go to. I was sent to a boarding home called A-1 Guest lodge were I spent 8 months before being sent to yet another boarding home.
Summer of 1993,
There, I got my own room that had another hospital bed that resembled an adult sized crib. They also required me to wear adult diapers to protect the health of the other residents as per state law. They also required that a nurse change my diapers in a nursing station that had a special bed that was used to change everyone.
This was also where I had to get my medications.
Then, after a while I got my first S.S.I check which was over $8,000 dollars. I owed a few bills so I paid them. Then I bought an old 1978 Ford LTD two-door hard top with a 351 Cleveland motor in it. It was an old man's car and he was going to die soon, so his son and daughter decided to sell it. So I found their add in the want adds and called them. They brought the car to me so that I could test drive it and look it over. It was meticulously taken care of and had all of the records and the original owner's manual in the glove compartment. They only wanted $450 for the car, so I paid them and they signed the pink slip (title) over to me. Then I went and changed it over to my name. I then proceeded to get my driver's license and the insurance and tags. I then drove the car back to the boarding home, packed my stuff then left for Tucson, AZ, 120 miles away.
Once I got there, I contacted my adoptive father. He was a little surprised to see me and wondering how I got there. I told him that I drove my car. He then went outside and looked at the car I had purchased.
My brother soon joined him then once he saw my car, called it a "hoopty" It really wasn't a bad car at all. It ran like a brand new car, and the interior wasn't all dried up and cracked at all.
It was all original and even had three hundred dollars worth of work done to it to replace the alternator, all of the belts, the oil changed and brand new tires all the way around, including a new spare in the trunk. The car only needed a new stereo. I eventually bought one of the latest ones to put in it. It was a cool car to drive until the gas started to go up in price. Then I decided to sell it so that I could get another car that was more fuel efficient.
Spring of 1994
I got $1000 dollars for that car, and then went out and some one offered me a $20.00 1972 Pinto with a sunroof from the factory. I decided to buy it since it was so cheap. the car was not in that bad of a shape any ways, so I just began to fix up the missing parts that it needed like the grill needed to be replaced, the front bumper needed to be replaced and a few interior parts needed to be replaced. The seats were replaced with newer model seats, the engine needed a tune up, new belts, and some timing before it would pass emissions. I worked on it for a week until I got it completed. This car even had new shocks and struts when I was done.
The only good thing I like about it was that it would only take 20 dollars to fill up every two weeks, ten one week and then ten the next. I went everywhere in it.
Summer of 1995,
Then I saw another one that was way newer and in showroom condition. It turned out that the owners wanted to sell it for their son who was now in the military.
I bought it for $500 dollars then drove it home. I now had two Pintos and I only needed one. So I sold the first one for $600 dollars to a racecar driver who turned it into a factory stock race car.
I then had the race car driver sell me a hopped up 2300 cc engine that had Chevy truck pistons in it and was built for the race track as one of the many back up motors. I put that motor into my car and even switched out the rear axel for one that had come out of his race car.
By now, my car began to really go fast. I was keeping up with normal V8 motors and giving them a run for their money. Then one day, I told the race car driver how I ranked in one of the races I had been in and he decided to come and try his luck using his track car. He surprised a lot of people when he blew an 11 second run using only a few mods. Later on that same month, he showed up in a factory stock Mustang 2 using the same engine configuration he used on the circle track.
He challenged a Chevy Vega with a V8 in it and won by a bumper at 9:53 times.
He used these races to test out his new engines and as a result, began to win the races on the circle tracks. He thanked me by giving me unlimited parts for my street pinto and his old racing engines. He would even help me put them into my car.
1997 Purchased a red 1980 Chevy Camero 3 speed stick shift with a V6 engine and drove to San Francisco, California. I drove to the Tenderloin where my hotel room awaited me. I spent the weekend there exploring the area. Had NEVER been to San Francisco before on my own. I had been to Sausalito, California where my adoptive mom and dad took me on the ferry when I was 5. I wore Conductor Oshkosh Begosh overalls back then.....
Summer of 1996:
While I was in San Francisco, I tried to get casted into Nash Bridges, as an extra yet they already had all of the extras they needed. I went to another film and successfully got inducted as an extra. I made it to the filming and as the extras got selected from a crowd, I got passed over along with 500 others. I left the set and went to South San Francisco.
I left the set and went to South San Francisco to go check out a job. (J.o.b means Just Over Broke) I ended up working at a now defunct business that made Missile Guidance CPUs and The plastic casings of Credit and Debit card machines. I made a record in their plastic division with the most cases filled. My boss thought I was using the defective cases yet I was not. Someone turned up the speed of the plastic extruder and it was spitting out more cases than usual.
I suppose that was a test to see how fast I could work. I met that challenge with Earnest and made a record amount of boxes full of cases!
I was sleeping in the backseat of my 1980 Chevy Camero as I worked. I wore my diapers while working and my bosses and even the owner didn't care. I washed my body using the deep sinks in the bathroom and kept clean that way. I decided that once I got paid, I was going to head back to Tucson, AZ. I got my $3,000 paycheck and my tax check for another $1500 and left, drove back to Tucson, AZ. I came back and stayed with my adoptive father's mother, for a short while and within a week or two, I met my first wife, Melanie Annette Rodriguez through the woman who was with my biological mother at the facility when my father was there and challenged the five ladies that night, Miss Lillian, had a daughter named Angela, who set me up with Miss Melanie A Rodriquez back in the summer of 1997, early 1998. In January of 1998, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed married Melanie Annette Rodriguez
and went to go live with their family in their small trailer, with Melanie's sister Anna, Teresa, Her Elderly Mother and Father, with her tall brother, Mark Rodriguez living next door and their other sister, Debra and her two children (then) and wetback husband living across the yard in their own double-wide trailer in South Tucson, AZ.
August 2009: His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed called Kimberly Clark and talked to them about creating the Huggies Jeans Commercial https://youtu.be/o85Wi-nk0x8?si=cb5eRC_eoeNzooyQ
for a new print of diapers based on an old Luvs diapers print. I told them to base their Jeans Print Commercial on the vintage Luvs Baby Pants commercial from 1985-1986.
This also led to the new Holiday Print Diapers, The Huggies Limited Edition Elf and Santa Print Diapers and their Limited Edition Pumpkin Print Diapers. https://youtu.be/vfZWn7rzw2k?si=9xKxpva48qe7iv1M
I also called Parent's Choice and convinced them to make their Santa Print Diapers!
I also came up with the commercial for Depend underwear basing the commercial on my own walks around Manitou Springs Colorado wearing only my diapers. The Depend commercial called Drop Your Pants For Underwearness commercial was indeed based on my publically diapered exploits;
I was also able to call Northshore Care supply from Ohio in 2019 or so to have them make their diapers more interesting and colorful. I suggested they make their MegaMax diapers in colors like Dark blue and Black, pink, and in a tie-dye print. I told them they would sell like hotcakes if they did that. Boy was I right!!!!
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