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Ugh, I can't believe I have to tell you this. You know how I got fired from the office? Yeah, that was a disaster. So obviously, I couldn't pay rent and my only option was to move in with my aunt. I thought she'd be... I don't know, sympathetic? Nope. She sat me down at her kitchen table the day I arrived and said since I clearly can't handle basic adult responsibilities like holding down a job, she was going to treat me accordingly. My punishment? She marched me straight to the store and bought a jumbo pack of adult diapers. That's my life now. She makes me wear them 24/7. All day, every day. She checks on me constantly to make sure I haven't taken it off. She says if I'm going to act like a helpless child who can't manage her own life, then I'll be treated like one, right down to the padded underwear. It's so humiliating. I have to waddle around the house in these thick, crinkly things while she watches daytime TV and occasionally asks if her "little girl" needs changing yet. The worst part is that deep down, a part of me is starting to accept it, that maybe this is what I deserve for failing so spectacularly at being a grown-up.