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sweetielover/ Diapered Pony
[u]ORIGINAL POST[/u[ - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51296003/
Before any dragon is able to start their Studies at The School in The Sky, they must meet one of the most difficult developmental milestones. This, of course, being able to make the transition from diaper-dependent toddler to a big kid who is able to reliably use the potty. However, as it is with human children, giving up the safety and comfort of their diapers is sometimes far easier said than done.
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Cassie, who had over 72 brothers and sisters in her family, had the benefit of being able to watch her older siblings not only using the potty, but also watch her slightly older brothers and sisters go through their potty training from start-to-finish. This made Cassie very interested in being just as smart and diaper-free as her much older brothers and sisters who took the time to share stories of where they planned to go and what they looked forward to doing after they finished their primary and secondary school educations.
Knowing how much she admired one of her oldest sisters in particular, it did not take Cassie long to start the process of ditching her diapers so that she could get her own Dragon Badge by proving she was ready to begin her educational journey within the hallowed halls of The School in The Sky.
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Ord, who stood almost as tall as one of Cassie's teenaged brothers and sisters by the time he was 2 years old, did not have such an easy journey in meeting the all-important developmental milestone of being a big dragon kid who could use the potty like a pro. However, to be fair to Ord, he had no brothers, or sisters, to look up to when it came to seeing the benefits of no longer being dependent on his diapers. Ord also had a very strong fear of the dark that kept him from ever getting out from under his blankie when everything outside his window looked and moved like a monster. There was also the problem of the lights left on throughout his family's cave creating all sorts of scary shadows that made using his diapers as a potty from within the safety of his toddler bed while snuggling his stuffed animal friend far more appealing than being scared to tears before even taking a step out of his bedroom.
Fortunately, Ord had the benefit of making friends with Cassie during the 'Mommy & Me' events his mom and Cassie's mom attended. Even though Cassie was less than half the size of Ord, she quickly took to being the big, blue dragon's 'Big Sister' by helping him to build upon his reading skills while sharing the decades of advice she had learned from her family to help Ord no longer fear the journey to the potty no matter what time of day it was. (It also proved helpful to bring over freshly picked Dragon Berries to reward Ord for his successes towards meeting all the milestones needed to start school at The School in The Sky at the same time as Cassie.).
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When it came to Zak & Wheezie, who Ord and Cassie both met and started having playdates with soon after their parents had all gotten the chance to know each other during the 'Mommy & Me' events, everything was a challenge. This is because Zak & Wheezie were a two-headed dragon who shared one body.
Anyone who has had the opportunity to raise, care for, or observe the way human children interact as part of a family unit could tell you how rare it is that brothers and/or sisters get along during every minute of every day. Now imagine a brother and sister who each have their own thoughts and feelings that either help, or hinder, the use of their shared body that is attached at the neck to their separate, giraffe-like heads?
As Zak always liked to keep everything neat, clean, and tidy, he was the first to want to work towards no longer having to rely on diapers for when the body he shared with Wheezie gave hints that something gross was about to come out of it. However, Zak found himself always at the mercy of his sister, Wheezie, who loved how wearing a diaper ensured they could keep having non-stop fun doing whatever they wanted to do without any interruption. This was particularly the case for poor Zak who, in the middle of the night, would wake up knowing they had to pee and/or poop, but could never get Wheezie to wake up to prevent the yucky stuff from spilling into their nightime diapers. The way Wheezie could sleep through such yucky stuff continually swelling and expanding their shared diaper over the course of a night often left poor Zak unable to get a full night's rest, which made him very cranky and caused him to have countless fights with Wheezie the next day up until they were able to both enjoy their scheduled naptime.
sweetielover/ Diapered Pony[u]ORIGINAL POST[/u[ - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51296003/
Before any dragon is able to start their Studies at The School in The Sky, they must meet one of the most difficult developmental milestones. This, of course, being able to make the transition from diaper-dependent toddler to a big kid who is able to reliably use the potty. However, as it is with human children, giving up the safety and comfort of their diapers is sometimes far easier said than done.
***
Cassie, who had over 72 brothers and sisters in her family, had the benefit of being able to watch her older siblings not only using the potty, but also watch her slightly older brothers and sisters go through their potty training from start-to-finish. This made Cassie very interested in being just as smart and diaper-free as her much older brothers and sisters who took the time to share stories of where they planned to go and what they looked forward to doing after they finished their primary and secondary school educations.
Knowing how much she admired one of her oldest sisters in particular, it did not take Cassie long to start the process of ditching her diapers so that she could get her own Dragon Badge by proving she was ready to begin her educational journey within the hallowed halls of The School in The Sky.
***
Ord, who stood almost as tall as one of Cassie's teenaged brothers and sisters by the time he was 2 years old, did not have such an easy journey in meeting the all-important developmental milestone of being a big dragon kid who could use the potty like a pro. However, to be fair to Ord, he had no brothers, or sisters, to look up to when it came to seeing the benefits of no longer being dependent on his diapers. Ord also had a very strong fear of the dark that kept him from ever getting out from under his blankie when everything outside his window looked and moved like a monster. There was also the problem of the lights left on throughout his family's cave creating all sorts of scary shadows that made using his diapers as a potty from within the safety of his toddler bed while snuggling his stuffed animal friend far more appealing than being scared to tears before even taking a step out of his bedroom.
Fortunately, Ord had the benefit of making friends with Cassie during the 'Mommy & Me' events his mom and Cassie's mom attended. Even though Cassie was less than half the size of Ord, she quickly took to being the big, blue dragon's 'Big Sister' by helping him to build upon his reading skills while sharing the decades of advice she had learned from her family to help Ord no longer fear the journey to the potty no matter what time of day it was. (It also proved helpful to bring over freshly picked Dragon Berries to reward Ord for his successes towards meeting all the milestones needed to start school at The School in The Sky at the same time as Cassie.).
***
When it came to Zak & Wheezie, who Ord and Cassie both met and started having playdates with soon after their parents had all gotten the chance to know each other during the 'Mommy & Me' events, everything was a challenge. This is because Zak & Wheezie were a two-headed dragon who shared one body.
Anyone who has had the opportunity to raise, care for, or observe the way human children interact as part of a family unit could tell you how rare it is that brothers and/or sisters get along during every minute of every day. Now imagine a brother and sister who each have their own thoughts and feelings that either help, or hinder, the use of their shared body that is attached at the neck to their separate, giraffe-like heads?
As Zak always liked to keep everything neat, clean, and tidy, he was the first to want to work towards no longer having to rely on diapers for when the body he shared with Wheezie gave hints that something gross was about to come out of it. However, Zak found himself always at the mercy of his sister, Wheezie, who loved how wearing a diaper ensured they could keep having non-stop fun doing whatever they wanted to do without any interruption. This was particularly the case for poor Zak who, in the middle of the night, would wake up knowing they had to pee and/or poop, but could never get Wheezie to wake up to prevent the yucky stuff from spilling into their nightime diapers. The way Wheezie could sleep through such yucky stuff continually swelling and expanding their shared diaper over the course of a night often left poor Zak unable to get a full night's rest, which made him very cranky and caused him to have countless fights with Wheezie the next day up until they were able to both enjoy their scheduled naptime.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Baby fur
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Thank you for giving this a read, Tacki. *Snugs* Your thoughts on my written work always make me feel like a super-duper, extra-happy, dino-duckling. :)
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I am hoping people are enjoying this new approach to storytelling. It is meant to work in 3 ways...
1: Show how, despite having no physical eyesight, I am able to use what I know of the source material, the artist themselves, and the words they use when submitting the work to create a meaningful story that makes it hard to believe it was written by someone who could not physically see the actual artwork.
2: Use my time better towards following up on past due posts by pals whose work means a lot to me to follow, but is difficult to really do much with as a result of increasing challenges brought on by web site accessibility with my screen reading / text-to-speech technology.
3: Help show how Coping With Limitations Through Pony truly does live on with how the creative arts are a perfect medium to foster 'understanding', 'empowerment', 'acceptance', and 'community' for people whether they have a disability, or not.
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Any input you have on how these stories read compared to my other works is always appreciated. I'm trying to adapt to make my stories more desirable for people to read by making them shorter while also being more tied in with physical art pieces. :)
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I am hoping people are enjoying this new approach to storytelling. It is meant to work in 3 ways...
1: Show how, despite having no physical eyesight, I am able to use what I know of the source material, the artist themselves, and the words they use when submitting the work to create a meaningful story that makes it hard to believe it was written by someone who could not physically see the actual artwork.
2: Use my time better towards following up on past due posts by pals whose work means a lot to me to follow, but is difficult to really do much with as a result of increasing challenges brought on by web site accessibility with my screen reading / text-to-speech technology.
3: Help show how Coping With Limitations Through Pony truly does live on with how the creative arts are a perfect medium to foster 'understanding', 'empowerment', 'acceptance', and 'community' for people whether they have a disability, or not.
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Any input you have on how these stories read compared to my other works is always appreciated. I'm trying to adapt to make my stories more desirable for people to read by making them shorter while also being more tied in with physical art pieces. :)
I don't think they're much different. I've been keeping up with most of your stories that you've been releasing. The quality remains high. I would say that your skill as a writer has always been to take a single image or description of one and really run with it. I'm convinced you could write an entire novella based on the description of one image.
In the case of this story, although the picture is just of Zak and Wheezie, you wrote a more concise account of the potty training days of all four of the main dragon characters. It certainly makes for a more complete story. I also like how it built up, with Cassie having the easiest time of it, Ord struggling a bit due to his very childlike nature, and finally culminating with Zak and Wheezie, with Wheezie being the one actually wanting to stay in diapers and not being to focused on potty training.
It was solid story progression. Well done!
In the case of this story, although the picture is just of Zak and Wheezie, you wrote a more concise account of the potty training days of all four of the main dragon characters. It certainly makes for a more complete story. I also like how it built up, with Cassie having the easiest time of it, Ord struggling a bit due to his very childlike nature, and finally culminating with Zak and Wheezie, with Wheezie being the one actually wanting to stay in diapers and not being to focused on potty training.
It was solid story progression. Well done!
Oh! I can imagine with this story how in the moms and dads group they talked about the thing of leaving diapers again and again, giving not so useful advice each other finding a desperate solution to the situation. I can imagine some parents feeling bad with themselves for going as quick as they should with their hatchlings in all the established processes during their growth, doing internal races with other parents because of course, they want healthy and nice hatchlings. I really think it could be really toxic when new parents receive a lot of random advice and stupid warning that they get too nervous and quickly forgot what they are supposed to do, loving and caring their children. Did you experience something of that Yosh? I bet yes.
This was a really nice story exploring an important stage of the kids before starting school. I liked so much how you explored each character situation, you did a great job here. And as always, thanks for using my art hehe.
This was a really nice story exploring an important stage of the kids before starting school. I liked so much how you explored each character situation, you did a great job here. And as always, thanks for using my art hehe.
I thank you for allowing me to share your art to show how, even without having eyesight, it is possible to build a strong friendship with someone that allows even someone who is blind the ability to 'see' the wonderful colors and hard work an artist put into creating and sharing their many hours of effort. :)
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You reminded me of how that episode of Bluey showed how Bluey's mom got so caught up in her daughter being first to meet and exceed her growth / developmental milestones that she became worried and stressed if other children were appearing to be advancing faster than her daughter. (I am still very thankful for your description of that episode. It may have actually, without me being conciously aware of it, influenced how this story was written.).
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*Blush* I have a few memories from when I was between 3 and 4 years old. The most vivid of these memories, no surprise, have to do with diapers. (For example, there was a time when my parents bought a box of Pampers for my baby sister. The two of us opened the box, tossed out all the diapers, and I used the empty box of Pampers as a bed for my Bedtime Bear plushie.).
Since my sister was born 3 years and 4 days after I was, I can safely say I was of the age where memory is far stronger than it was in my earlier years. This made me very aware of how my sister was getting the attention that I had once had to myself. The jealousy of my sister being loved and cared for as I had wanted to be most definitely played a part in making me want to be back in diapers. There was also the trouble of how neither I, or my sister, were able to really communicate how much we could actually see with our eyes. Nobody could help my parents, as most people thought my mother and father were involved in criminal activities that caused my sister and I to be born with Glaucoma, so knowing when and how to help us reach milestones, like potty training, were difficult. (My sister benefited from my parents having me as a benchmark / baseline to ensure that Winry did what she was able to do. However, as I came first, I know I clung to items from when I was a baby and/or saw my younger sister using.).
I have no regrets for how things turned out for me. I just would very much like if people would take more time to understand how being first to pave a path for a visually disabled child had its consequences. Most are not bad, like my enjoyment of diapers and diapered cartoon animals, but it is very unpleasant when you see how successful your younger sister is while you feel put down by the world for not being as successful as the one who benefited from my parents, teachers, classroom aids, etc. learning from everything that went both right and wrong as I grew up in a town that was very ignorant to what someone with a physical disability could do.
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You reminded me of how that episode of Bluey showed how Bluey's mom got so caught up in her daughter being first to meet and exceed her growth / developmental milestones that she became worried and stressed if other children were appearing to be advancing faster than her daughter. (I am still very thankful for your description of that episode. It may have actually, without me being conciously aware of it, influenced how this story was written.).
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*Blush* I have a few memories from when I was between 3 and 4 years old. The most vivid of these memories, no surprise, have to do with diapers. (For example, there was a time when my parents bought a box of Pampers for my baby sister. The two of us opened the box, tossed out all the diapers, and I used the empty box of Pampers as a bed for my Bedtime Bear plushie.).
Since my sister was born 3 years and 4 days after I was, I can safely say I was of the age where memory is far stronger than it was in my earlier years. This made me very aware of how my sister was getting the attention that I had once had to myself. The jealousy of my sister being loved and cared for as I had wanted to be most definitely played a part in making me want to be back in diapers. There was also the trouble of how neither I, or my sister, were able to really communicate how much we could actually see with our eyes. Nobody could help my parents, as most people thought my mother and father were involved in criminal activities that caused my sister and I to be born with Glaucoma, so knowing when and how to help us reach milestones, like potty training, were difficult. (My sister benefited from my parents having me as a benchmark / baseline to ensure that Winry did what she was able to do. However, as I came first, I know I clung to items from when I was a baby and/or saw my younger sister using.).
I have no regrets for how things turned out for me. I just would very much like if people would take more time to understand how being first to pave a path for a visually disabled child had its consequences. Most are not bad, like my enjoyment of diapers and diapered cartoon animals, but it is very unpleasant when you see how successful your younger sister is while you feel put down by the world for not being as successful as the one who benefited from my parents, teachers, classroom aids, etc. learning from everything that went both right and wrong as I grew up in a town that was very ignorant to what someone with a physical disability could do.
Oh yes, without a doubt your story and the part of the parents competition is really similar to that Bluey episode. Unfortunately for parents there is not an easy way to measure the progress of their sons in the growing process, there are only some ranges which can be considered by medicine to pay attention to certain behaviors and possible diseases. Unfortunately too, to guarantee the best possible physical, psychological and emotional development, it is necessary to maintain the efforts even after 13 years or even more, and other environmental factors are related too, so it is really really hard to handle.
"as most people thought my mother and father were involved in criminal activities that caused my sister and I to be born with Glaucoma"
What? How in the world is that possible? I mean... Is it possible to provide Glaucoma to your children intentionally somehow? You really put me crazy with that part of your story and honestly got me a bit angry for how ignorant and stupid were the people of your town. For the love of Celestia, I've heard people thinking or believing stupid things, but this one should be one of the worsts I've even heard. I'm sorry for you having to face that Yosh.
It is really interesting the story you tell me here Yosh. I love how you used the box for a bed for your stuffed animal hehe. In my case I would have used to box to recreate a time machine or something like that, because I was more into that kind of things when I was young, not to mention that I had (and maybe still have) a lot of imagination. You just make me remember having a Tommy Pickles plush with only a T-shirt. You had then to buy a baby diaper, probably a newborn stage, to put him in the waist. I'm pretty sure this was one of the only times in which my parents bought me a diaper being too old for them already. I really want to do the same with my poofy animal plushies I have right now hehe.
"as most people thought my mother and father were involved in criminal activities that caused my sister and I to be born with Glaucoma"
What? How in the world is that possible? I mean... Is it possible to provide Glaucoma to your children intentionally somehow? You really put me crazy with that part of your story and honestly got me a bit angry for how ignorant and stupid were the people of your town. For the love of Celestia, I've heard people thinking or believing stupid things, but this one should be one of the worsts I've even heard. I'm sorry for you having to face that Yosh.
It is really interesting the story you tell me here Yosh. I love how you used the box for a bed for your stuffed animal hehe. In my case I would have used to box to recreate a time machine or something like that, because I was more into that kind of things when I was young, not to mention that I had (and maybe still have) a lot of imagination. You just make me remember having a Tommy Pickles plush with only a T-shirt. You had then to buy a baby diaper, probably a newborn stage, to put him in the waist. I'm pretty sure this was one of the only times in which my parents bought me a diaper being too old for them already. I really want to do the same with my poofy animal plushies I have right now hehe.
I am very happy that you have kept such a strong imagination, Sweetie. It may seem like 'common sense' that people only strengthen their imagination as they become older in age. However, contrary to what many United States "Best Business Practices" are taught in Primary, Secondary, University / College, and on the job itself, having any amount of imagination / creativity is more often seen by management as insubordination. *Sighs*
Since the proverbial "Outside the Box" approach to improving the methodologies / practices of what makes up being a "Productive Part of Society" upon growing into an adult does not approve of doing anything that is not specifically delegated for you to do, I can understand why so many grown-ups become overwhelmed with stress, anxiety, and depression. Life is a burden when you are not allowed to freely contribute in a way that allows you to openly share, without fear of punishment, those feelings and thoughts you have while on the job with your colleagues and superiors.
Hopefully, when you acquire your employment, you will find ways to use your strong imagination to make those who you work for and with feel happy. Those I have worked for did not really like how I tried to provide solutions to problems I was able to identify with my peers, but the people I worked with did like how I was always doing a work effort that was just beyond the proverbial, "Lather, Rinse, and Repeat" way of performing day-to-day activities.
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*Shrugs* The United States is a very ignorant nation that forgets what had, for a time, made it a beacon of hope for people around the world. Innovation cannot happen when 1% of the population controls the majority of wealth by utilizing toxic practices that make the remaining 99% fight amongst each other for a tiny fraction of what the 1% earn from engaging in illicit actions. What is worse is how so much of what a citizen of The United States knows about the world and its people is based upon very outdated stereotypes / research. (My sister got her Masters Degree in Orientation & Mobility, which falls under the educational path of Social Work, in 2016. Her textbooks all cited information about those with disabilities in which was more than 5 years old. Considering how we all live in a 'Global Economy' / 'Glabalization', you can barely trust data from 1 year ago in order to make good decisions. This is why many people with disabilities are left feeling hopeless and worthless while countless countries throughout the world are forever seen as engaging in the same activities as they may have been doing decades ago.).
As my mother and father grew up in a small town built on Conservative / outdated values, it was easy for its citizens to blame them for doing criminal / taboo activities that lead to my sister and I being born with Congenital Glaucoma. It was also easy for these same people to assume that Winry and I lacked the ability to succeed in public education. (If my father did not inform the school district that the reason for me having no interest in playing 'Pass The Beanbag' day-after-day in a Special Education class, I would have never been anything more than someone who grew up to have no future beyond being placed in a specialized care facility.).
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It is just very disappointing how our imaginations are made to diminish as we transition from being a child to being an adult. Fortunately the world has people, like you and me, who fought through a lot of challenges to retain our ability to imagine and see the world as more than what those individuals with power / influence make everyone else believe it has to be. May we both never lose that feeling of childlike wonder that only a colorful imagination can bring to a society that has forgotten how wonderful life can be if we only continued to reinforce what we had been taught when we were foals.
Since the proverbial "Outside the Box" approach to improving the methodologies / practices of what makes up being a "Productive Part of Society" upon growing into an adult does not approve of doing anything that is not specifically delegated for you to do, I can understand why so many grown-ups become overwhelmed with stress, anxiety, and depression. Life is a burden when you are not allowed to freely contribute in a way that allows you to openly share, without fear of punishment, those feelings and thoughts you have while on the job with your colleagues and superiors.
Hopefully, when you acquire your employment, you will find ways to use your strong imagination to make those who you work for and with feel happy. Those I have worked for did not really like how I tried to provide solutions to problems I was able to identify with my peers, but the people I worked with did like how I was always doing a work effort that was just beyond the proverbial, "Lather, Rinse, and Repeat" way of performing day-to-day activities.
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*Shrugs* The United States is a very ignorant nation that forgets what had, for a time, made it a beacon of hope for people around the world. Innovation cannot happen when 1% of the population controls the majority of wealth by utilizing toxic practices that make the remaining 99% fight amongst each other for a tiny fraction of what the 1% earn from engaging in illicit actions. What is worse is how so much of what a citizen of The United States knows about the world and its people is based upon very outdated stereotypes / research. (My sister got her Masters Degree in Orientation & Mobility, which falls under the educational path of Social Work, in 2016. Her textbooks all cited information about those with disabilities in which was more than 5 years old. Considering how we all live in a 'Global Economy' / 'Glabalization', you can barely trust data from 1 year ago in order to make good decisions. This is why many people with disabilities are left feeling hopeless and worthless while countless countries throughout the world are forever seen as engaging in the same activities as they may have been doing decades ago.).
As my mother and father grew up in a small town built on Conservative / outdated values, it was easy for its citizens to blame them for doing criminal / taboo activities that lead to my sister and I being born with Congenital Glaucoma. It was also easy for these same people to assume that Winry and I lacked the ability to succeed in public education. (If my father did not inform the school district that the reason for me having no interest in playing 'Pass The Beanbag' day-after-day in a Special Education class, I would have never been anything more than someone who grew up to have no future beyond being placed in a specialized care facility.).
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It is just very disappointing how our imaginations are made to diminish as we transition from being a child to being an adult. Fortunately the world has people, like you and me, who fought through a lot of challenges to retain our ability to imagine and see the world as more than what those individuals with power / influence make everyone else believe it has to be. May we both never lose that feeling of childlike wonder that only a colorful imagination can bring to a society that has forgotten how wonderful life can be if we only continued to reinforce what we had been taught when we were foals.
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