Scenario:Nine year old Cora Robson was at church with her parents who were nappy lovers chose to keep her in nappies as this was what her parents wanted she wore a Cotton Button-Front Polo Shirt and shorts velcro shoes this was their families lifestyle nappy lovers as all the kids in her family wore them too Cora goes into Sunday school where a few other kids nappies like her which had to be changed by an adult.
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Nine year old Cora Robson was at church with her parents who were nappy lovers chose to keep her in nappies as this was what her parents wanted she wore a Cotton Button-Front Polo Shirt and shorts velcro shoes this was their families lifestyle nappy lovers as all the kids in her family wore them too Cora goes into Sunday school where a few other kids nappies like her which had to be changed by an adult.
Cora Robson
openminded, and resilient. Cora enjoys going to church with her family and faces stares for wearing nappies. Her parents, though unconventional, provide her with a loving environment. She befriends a boy named Jace after he saves her from falling. Despite the challenges of attending a nappyfriendly school, Cora remains focused on making friends and learning new things.
Dad
patient, and supportive. Dad enjoys spending time with Cora and engages in activities that promote their close bond. He provides her with a customized bike to support her independence. His acceptance of alternative methods aligns with Mum's approach to parenting. Dad plays an active role in creating a nurturing environment at home, where children are encouraged to express their individuality without fear of judgment or exclusion.
Jace
considerate, and brave. Jace helps Cora when she falls while playing outside. His willingness to engage with others despite their differences showcases his inclusive nature. Jace’s bravery is evident when he stands up to another boy in the class, defending Cora from bullying. His friendship with Cora marks the beginning of a meaningful relationship built upon mutual respect and understanding of their differences.
My name is Cora Robson and I am nine years old.
My parents are nappy lovers and have decided to keep me in nappies (diapers) even though I am old enough to use the toilet.
This was their choice and I have come to terms with it.
I do not mind wearing nappies now and it does not bother me that I have to wear them to church on Sundays.
Church
I climbed into the car with my mum and dad.
We were on our way to church.
I was wearing a Cotton Button-Front Polo Shirt and shorts.
My nappy was underneath and hidden from view.
I had velcro shoes on my feet.
My mum had put them on me earlier that morning.
She had also put my nappy on and creamed my bottom.
I was happy that we were going to church today.
I liked seeing all of the people there and I liked the Sunday school lessons afterwards.
Mum parked the car at the side of the road and we got out of the vehicle.
We walked into church and took our seats.
A few of the people stared at me because they knew that I wore nappies.
I saw Mrs. Peterson from the bakery whispering to her husband.
She was looking in my direction.
I knew that she was talking about me and my nappy.
I caught her eye and gave her my biggest smile.
She looked startled for a moment before turning away.
I waved at little Tommy who was sitting two rows ahead of us.
He waved back and his mother turned around to see who he was waving at.
When she saw me, her lips pursed together but I kept smiling and waving at her too.
Dad squeezed my hand gently.
I could see him trying not to laugh.
"Cora, do you ever wonder why people react like that?" Dad asked softly, leaning closer.
I shrugged, "Maybe they just don't understand, but it's okay, I'm happy."
Mum nodded, her voice gentle, "And that's what matters most, sweetheart—being happy with who you are."
The sermon started soon after.
I sat in my seat and listened as the pastor spoke.
He talked about acceptance and not judging others.
I felt eyes on me again.
I looked over and saw Mrs. Peterson whispering to her husband once more.
She pointed at my shorts and then back to me.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Without thinking, I stood up in our pew, my hands balled into fists at my sides.
"I wear nappies!" I shouted out loud, my voice echoing through the silent church.
Dad grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back down onto the seat, but I kept going, "And I don't care what you think!"
The pastor stopped talking mid-sentence as everyone turned to look at me.
"And I don't care what you think!" my voice rang out through the silent church.
I stood there, my body trembling with anger, my hands still balled into fists at my sides.
Next to me, Dad rose slowly from his seat, his hand steady on my shoulder.
The pastor's mouth hung open in shock, his Bible drooping in his hands.
Mrs. Peterson's face turned red as she clutched her pearls tightly in her hands.
The other parents pulled their children closer to them, whispering behind cupped hands.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but Dad's grip on my shoulder tightened reassuringly.
He cleared his throat loudly, drawing everyone's attention to him.
The wooden floorboards creaked under his feet as he stepped into the aisle, still holding my hand in his.
