When he first came to me, he was all hesitation and quiet curiosity, a grown man peering into a world he’d only fantasized about. I remember the way his eyes widened when I laid out the first array of supplies: not just adult diapers, but choices. Cloth diapers, thick and thirsty, folded with precision. Plastic backed disposables that rustled with every step. And then the satin lined plastic pants, smooth as whispered secrets against the skin. “This is how we begin,” I told him, my voice leaving no room for debate. When he questioned me, […]