Chapter 1: Kindergarden crush
January 27th 2007 19:14
I was born to be boy crazy. Starting in Kindergarden with my crush Timmy Lasher. He was my boyfriend. That’s what I told my mom. His mom was less happy with our puppy love.
We sat together at school, on the bus and even kissed before he would get off the bus at his house. That kiss is what bothered his mom the most. What is he caught my kidney problems? What if it lead to more? O.k., we were five. When I was 5, I don’t think I knew there was any more. You held hands, kissed and hugged your boyfriend. I really didn’t understand why his mom thought we were doing something wrong. He was my boyfriend. What more was there to do? So, I asked my mom.
My mom told me what Timmy’s mother was afraid of us doing, sex. It sound gross. But my mom asured me that when my body was mature and I was married and wanted to have children of my own, it wouldn’t seem so gross. Timmy wasn’t allowed to be around me the rest of the year.
When the school convinced my mom to hold me back for another year of Kindergarden, I found other boys I liked and I encouraged the other girls to chase them around the playground. Kem Chased Daniel, Kelly Chased Steven and I chased Michael. I also went and played in the dirt with Tommy when I was bored or to tired to run around the play ground.
We would chase the boys, tackle them and kiss them on the cheek. Then Laugh when we got our man. We thought it was a funny game and I’m pretty sure the boys let us catch them. The parents didn’t give the game a second thought but the teacher did stop the game. We were getting bored with it anyway.
There were a few kids that made fun of me wearing a diaper. It hurt my feeling when I heard their wispers about me smelling or being a baby. But usually one of my boy friends would stick up for me and call them idiots for being so stupid . My mom had come to class and told everyone about my medical problems in such a way that most of them knew my problem couldn’t be helped.
I did start trying not to wear diapers as much and just tried to go to the rest room more often than most even if I didn’t have to go. I would still end up not making it, so I wear diapers to school until first grade.
Because of my strict diet and sometimes early morning doctors appointments I would be very tired at school some times. We had to have our own rugs for story time. I had the most comfortable plush pink rug. Maybe it was a little to comfortable because during story time I would often fall asleep. Mrs. Fitzgerald told my mother about me falling asleep a school.
There was really nothing to do to help me be less tired. I was going to bed to get 9 to 10 hrs sleep but my iron and blood count were always low which would make anyone tired. My teacher would sometimes let me sleep and I would bring home asignments to work on with help from my mom.
At the end of the year, I was still having coordination problems and really tired all the time. The school was worried I would not be able to handle a full school day. My mom and Dad fought with the school to let me move ahead with this class. They knew I wouldn’t have to work harder than most, but they were sure I could do it since I had already been through so much and was able to keep up. Reluctantly the school passed me to the next grade.
We sat together at school, on the bus and even kissed before he would get off the bus at his house. That kiss is what bothered his mom the most. What is he caught my kidney problems? What if it lead to more? O.k., we were five. When I was 5, I don’t think I knew there was any more. You held hands, kissed and hugged your boyfriend. I really didn’t understand why his mom thought we were doing something wrong. He was my boyfriend. What more was there to do? So, I asked my mom.
My mom told me what Timmy’s mother was afraid of us doing, sex. It sound gross. But my mom asured me that when my body was mature and I was married and wanted to have children of my own, it wouldn’t seem so gross. Timmy wasn’t allowed to be around me the rest of the year.
When the school convinced my mom to hold me back for another year of Kindergarden, I found other boys I liked and I encouraged the other girls to chase them around the playground. Kem Chased Daniel, Kelly Chased Steven and I chased Michael. I also went and played in the dirt with Tommy when I was bored or to tired to run around the play ground.
We would chase the boys, tackle them and kiss them on the cheek. Then Laugh when we got our man. We thought it was a funny game and I’m pretty sure the boys let us catch them. The parents didn’t give the game a second thought but the teacher did stop the game. We were getting bored with it anyway.
There were a few kids that made fun of me wearing a diaper. It hurt my feeling when I heard their wispers about me smelling or being a baby. But usually one of my boy friends would stick up for me and call them idiots for being so stupid . My mom had come to class and told everyone about my medical problems in such a way that most of them knew my problem couldn’t be helped.
I did start trying not to wear diapers as much and just tried to go to the rest room more often than most even if I didn’t have to go. I would still end up not making it, so I wear diapers to school until first grade.
Because of my strict diet and sometimes early morning doctors appointments I would be very tired at school some times. We had to have our own rugs for story time. I had the most comfortable plush pink rug. Maybe it was a little to comfortable because during story time I would often fall asleep. Mrs. Fitzgerald told my mother about me falling asleep a school.
There was really nothing to do to help me be less tired. I was going to bed to get 9 to 10 hrs sleep but my iron and blood count were always low which would make anyone tired. My teacher would sometimes let me sleep and I would bring home asignments to work on with help from my mom.
At the end of the year, I was still having coordination problems and really tired all the time. The school was worried I would not be able to handle a full school day. My mom and Dad fought with the school to let me move ahead with this class. They knew I wouldn’t have to work harder than most, but they were sure I could do it since I had already been through so much and was able to keep up. Reluctantly the school passed me to the next grade.
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