i think a lot of people who have never cared for a baby and have no conscious memory of using diapers or any other incontinence product don’t realize that people really aren’t supposed to be sitting in soiled pads/diapers for extended periods of time. like the point of the pad/diaper is to prevent the soiling of clothes and whatever else we might be sitting on, and to give us enough time to get somewhere where we can change.
if you sit in a wet/soiled diaper (or underwear) for longer than 2-3 hours, it starts to get really painful and irritate the skin. this can lead to painful rashes, which can get infected. this is especially serious because many people who use incontinence products are also immunocompromised, and infections from sitting or walking around in a wet diaper can become extremely dangerous very quickly.
this is why we need to amend the ADA’s guidelines for accessible bathroom requirements to include adult changing tables. i’m very lucky in that i’m mobile enough to change myself in a stall, but many people who deal with incontinence are not, and need full assistance with changing. being stuck outside in a soiled product is painful and dangerous, and significantly disabled people deserve better.
To add on and to be really clear, repeatedly leaving an infant in a soiled diaper for extended periods of time is (rightly) considered proof of neglect. It should not be made difficult for adults who require incontinence care to give themselves the same level of care which is demanded of caregivers looking after infants.
When OP talks about how fast skin, especially sensitive skin, reacts to the irritants in urine and feces, it’s not an exaggeration at all. I’ve seen infants (with good, loving caregivers who take good care of them overall) develop extremely painful diaper rash after being stuck in traffic or in a taxiing airplane for a couple of hours. It happens fast, because your body isn’t supposed to have that stuff resting against its skin, and it can take days or weeks of care afterwards to heal fully.
Disabled adults deserve dignity, and deserve to be able to take care of themselves as much as possible, and their caregivers (who are often also disabled) deserve to be able to help them comfortably and without injuring themselves.
Transcript (thank you to @witchstone for sending me the missed and/or unknown words/places)
Hello! I’m back to show you how to make one fashion blunder after another starting with these pyjama pants. Which are so big each can be used as a sleeping bag. And then, from the children’s department, I got this tiny little vest. Please have a look at my pecs, I went to the gym today. Look how tight that one is.
Okay, too tight around my big pecs. I then went and got this vest that came from Dolly magazine 1970’s Christmas Edition. Fix my hair, clap clap for that.
Nope, I’m not going out in pyjamas anymore. I decided I would just put on these plain ordinary jeans. Doodgewone jeans for any occasion and just have a look at that. That’s not too bad. And then bring out the slippers, because I’m still quite keen on the nightwear thing.
And then check if I can dance, yes I can as long as I don’t move my feet. And back to 1970s where I got this jacket from the old man down the road. He said I could use it, but I said no not today, I don’t wanna wear it out too soon. Found a little bag from the girl down the road again and now look at me!
I look like the gay plumber from Pofadder.
[Video description: A tiktok by eiitanbroude, captioned, “my mum does my voice over lol.” A fairly skinny man, shirtless with black pants on, is reflected in a floor-length mirror. He holds up a large pair of shiny, pale pink pants and puts them on. They’re pretty oversized, the bottoms pooling at his feel and seeming to barely stay on his hips. He then holds up and puts on a white undershirt, which is a bit too small. He feels his pecs and then takes the undershirt off, replacing it with a cream sweater vest.
He runs his hands through his hair, claps them together twice thoughtfully, and then takes off pink pants and replaces them with a pair of jeans. He holds up a pair of slipper-like shoes and slides them on, then does a little standing-in-place dance.
he then puts on a dark brown jacket (that looks like it has some lighter splotches on it, as if tie-dyed), smiles at the mirror, and takes it back off. he holds up a small, teal bag with a long strap and puts it on cross body. he poses for a moment and then turns and walks away. /end ID]
Why did she read the fuck outta her son like this?!?!?
growing up the rule was we were allowed to be openly disrespectful and rude to dad, but only if it was funny. if it flopped then we would have to endure a lecture about where we went wrong and what might have made it funnier. or, alternately, he would just say, “oh yeah? well i fucked your mom” which there aren’t a lot of comebacks for.
ALT
