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It has been a few months since Odysseus' arrival home and his problem still happening, Penelope tried to be pacient, she have waited twenty years for her husband, she could deal with giving him some time for adapitation, she knew his journey back home was hard and deepely traumatic and she was certain that it would have life-long effects on him, prehaps this was one of the said effects of his journey and she knew that wars have the power to change people, she would aways be by his side and help him cope. But this was becoming something dangerous for his own safety, perhaps she needed to take action on it, she couldn't wait when she knew this could hurt her beloved husband. She would have to say something.

It all started since his arrival home, every night or morning he would wake startled by the presence of the woman resting next to him, as they shared they'r wedding bed Penelope had to be careful to not touch her husband on they'r sleep or talk to him. Once he was sleeping pacefully as she put her hand on his shoulders, ever so happy to be admiring her husband face once again, he then started trembling and murmuring something on his sleep with soft cries, as she grow suprised and worried she tried to call his name and take him from that nightmare, she then learned of how bad of a choice that was as he woke up leaning away from her until he fell out of the bad on the ground claiming not wanting to be touched by Calypso, begging for her not to, startled while his wife would try to calm him down with her words. After he came back to himself and imediatly started to apologise her worry didn't calm, Penelope knew how torturous his adventures were.
Soon this became they'r rotine, even as she avoided touching him when he felt asleep he would aways wake up falling from the bed screaming for her not to make him do it, she felt her heart broke every time knowing what he was forced to. Daily falling and starting to get bruises and pain, he would try to hide it filled with gulty, but it was becoming ever more visible and afecting him more and more.

Until came the day were as they were lunching with Telemachus that she noticed his face trying to hide his body's pain with a forced facial expression everytime he moved his right arm to much. Bruises all around his body that he would try and hide with cloths. It was enough, she wanted to be paccient and respect his boundries and limitations, helping him to get over this on his own time and pace, but, even though it ached her haert to overstep knowing how much Odysseus blamed himself and felt bad to her everytime he did it, she couldn't let her beloved secretly hurting. The next night as they laid together on each other's arms talking about everything and anything on they'r wedding bed before going sleep Penelope softly started talking. "My beloved, you've been falling off the bed a lot in the past few months" He would shyesly look down avoiding her eyes, "I know, dear, I'm so deeply sorry, I wake up thinking that it was all a dream too good to be true and that I'm still trapped there afterall, I swear it is nothing that you've done, I love you so much, my love, I'll get over it, I promisse" "I know, dear, it is not you'r fault and I would never blame you for so, you don't have to be sorry, you wouldn't do that if you could control it. It is iust that you'r well being is worring me, don't try and lie to me, Odysseus, it doesn't work on me, you know, I know that you are in pain, it is not good for anyone's body to be constantly hitting the floor." She said as carring as aways. He wouldn't look at her, too ashamed with his own body's behavier, "I just don't want to worry you, I alredy made you suffer so much all those years" he whispered. She take his face on her hand and moved his head to be looking at her, "My love, any of that was you'r choice. It's okay, Odysseus, I do worry and I aways will, but that's a part of loving and caring. I do worry for your safety, but it is just because I can see you trying to hide you'r pain, please don't try to hide from me, Ody" She slided her hands trought his hair. "What do you suggest?" He asked about a while in silence taking her words in and thinking about what they could do next.

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"A CRIB, Penelope?!!" He repeated in shock, hands on his face, he couldn't belive on what he just heard, "I'm not a baby!!"
"I never said you were, you are my husband, a warrior, a hero, a father and a king, but you need help with this thing and that's okay, you are a human, Odysseus, everyone strugles with something"
"But not something like THAT!"
"So what? You have been thought things other people can only start to imagine, it's alright if you strugle with something that others don't, you are you not them"
He sighed, "I don't know, Penelope" he answered shy, feeling like a weak person and not a great warrior.
"It's for you'r own safety, Ody. Let me care for you, my husband" she said warmly, "besides, it is just a sugestion, you can think about it, we don't have to do anything about it right now, I want you to be safe, but I also want you to be confortable"

While they drifted to sleep, even after changing subjects during they'r previous conversation, Odysseus coldn't stop to think about Penelope's words and his situation, he felt embarassed staring blankly into the seling, was this some kind of divine punishment? Even after his journey home? The least thing he wanted to do was having those reactions when he woke up.

The night went by and the morning came in, as he slowly wake up with his mind still sleepy he saw a woman figure besides him, Calypso, he though, he drifted and tried to lean away from her, have it all been a dream? Was he still trapped on her island? He hated having to share the bed with her, avoiding sleep at any cost until his body gave in exausted, he hated her and her touches and her intentions towards him, he hated that island, he... he fell of the bed with his arm under him like a sandwich between his body and the ground, that was weird, the bed was beside a wall that he leaned against to distant himself from her everytime he woke up, but he couldn't care about the slight pain right now, he just wanted to be away from her when she waked and... she starts to move, it is too late, she will force him too... no, Penelope, that was Penelope staring at him worried tring to speak to him until he calmed, avoiding touching him to not worse the situation, that was not Calypso, he was home, on his bedroom with his wife, he wake completly, ashemed for his reaction towards his beloved Penelope. Last night conersation hit him, he looked down ashamed and got up siting back on they'r bed, he leaned against her resting his head on her shoulders.
"I'm so sorry" Odysseus muttered.
"It's okay. I love you" Penelope cooed and kissed the top of his head reasuring him.
His arm visibly hurt, she noticed that he fell on top of it and he couldn't hide his disconfort, he knew what came.
"But I think we really should put in pratic what we talked about yesterday, you can't keep injuring yourself" she tried to be as delicate as she could with the topic.
Odysseus knew it was true, but he didn't wanted it to be. "Are you sure about the crib thing?" He whispered.
"Do you have any other idea?" He didn't. She waited for his answer. He didn't relply, just lowered his head after a bit embarassing amount of time. "Then it's decided"

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They got up. "I'm so sorry" she muttered to him before a brief kiss as they got redy for the day ahead them.
"I know" he wishpered suddenly too focused on the marble floor below them as they separetad they'r lips, "I know it is for my safety"
"It is only temporaly while we don't think on better ways to manage it" she asured.

As the day went by and they focused on they'r duties Penelope went to the royal craftsman and asked for a crib to the king to be put on the frst spot of his to-do list. Odysseus almost forgot about it during that normal day, but then the night came and there was the crib on his bedroom, he felt like a small baby, if anyone looked at it they would think the bedroom belonged to a couple with a smal child, but there was no child, just the king's crib. It was a normal looking wooden crib, the only diference he spoted after nervously looking at it for a while was the bar's height, while a normal crib would have it's bars set for no one bigger than a todler to fell of or scape this ones where a little bit higher, made specially for Odysseus, an adult man to not fall from nor try to scape if he waked up still confused. He felt humiliated, he couldn't belive his eyes, he couldn't belive Penelope ordered for a crib made specially for him, what would the craftsman think of him? What if he told someone? What if everyone knew? What if they started a gossip? What if-
"Odysseus, it is just a crib, my love" His wife said as she entered the room and saw him spiriling down.
Tears poped on the edge of Odysseus' eyes just making him feel worse and less on control. His wife came to him and whiped them away after peting his hair.
She poped a chaste kiss on his red chiks "Here, let me help you get in it" she said as she put a key on an edge before lowering the bars, great, he thought embarassed, the bars just low for me to get off with a key. Penelope ofered him a hand smiling encouraging him as he spend way too much time completely mute looking at the ground with every visible part of his face red looking, he accepeted her hand not looking up at her and stepped into the crib, she lowered to give him a kiss and some reasurance after placing some blankets. Odysseus wached as his wife placed the crib's bars back up, he felt like a baby looking at her and at his room with the view of the bars on it's way. Penelope took the key, placed on a small table beside the bed, got confortable for sleep and wished him a good night.

As the night went on and Odysseus heard Penelope's soft snoring he couldn't fall asleep himself. Too humiliated with his reality he stared at the ceiling silently crying, it has to be a punishment from the gods, perhaps for killing the infant back at Troy he would spend the rest of his days treated like one, this thought didn't help as he cried himself to sleep.

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During his brief sleep his mind traveld trought Odysseus' memories, the war, the bloodshed, the infant, Polites' death, Polyphemus' attack, Poseidon's wrath, eleven sinking ships, his comrades lifeless bodies floating around, the underworld, his mother, Elpenor's body, Zeus, his crew's death, the time stuck with Calypso, her touching-

He startled awake breathing heavily, when he came back to himself it was unplesant to see how he was clinging on the crib's bars, the only thing that kept him from meting with the ground, he really was like a baby, who was he trying to fool? Look at him, sleeping in a crib like a helpless baby that he was trying to convinse himself that he was not, warriors don't sleep in cribs, yet here he was, he started to cry, the worst part was knowing that the crib was really doing it's function, he cleary needed that thing, and finding himself in this state, with those thoughts on mind while crying on a crib like the baby that he was being only made him cry harder. He kept sobbing for the next minutes, maybe hour, he didn't knew, but it just made him feel worse and weaker.

On the edge of his view he saw Penelope moving on her sleep and murmuring something on they'r bed and forced himself to try and mute his cries with a pillow against his face not wantting to wake her up like a scared baby that wakes his parents in the midle of the night with his cries. That was too much for him. Like this he cried himself back to sleep.

He woke up with the sunlight over his eyes and someone calling for his name, Odysseus opened his eyes to find Penelope's face above him with a sweet smile, gods she was so pretty. "Looks like someone had a good night of sleep" she spoke to him in a soft tone.
He smiled back to her warmly before last night's events and the memory of where he was placed washed over him, cetanly not a "good night of sleep" like his wife placed, his smile gone as he looked around him, again on the edge of the crib with the bars touching his sking keeping him safe, the feeling of watter runing down his lips to the mattres, since when he started drool while asleep? A chaos of blankets around his body like a knot tied on his legs, like he had been pulling them on and off during the night, that looked weird for him. Gods, he was thirst, probaly from all that cry, Penelope placed the bars down as he sit up and looked at the window, it seemed a bit late for him to be waking up and looked like Penelope was ready and formally dressed alredy.
"What time is it?" He asked brushing the sleep from his face with his hands.
"Lunchtime alredy, that's why I came to get you up actually, you were still asleep during the morning so I let you rest, you needed it"
He looked up at her in shock, embarrassment forgoten. "Lunchtime?!" He repeated in horror. Well, it made sense that he sleep all the morning since he spend must of the night dramaticly sobbing, he thought, but still too late.
"Don't worry about that, here, let's get you up" she gave him her hand and helped him out of the ctib still shoked.

Odysseus would get ready, go lunch with his family and do his duties, they have waited way too long it seemed.

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The next few nights went off almost the same way, just crying a little less hard, sleeping a little less early and waking up not so late, but the same shame and torture. At least his secret was still private, Odysseus started to make some time of his days to clean and organize the room on his own and tell the maidens not to bother in entering his room.
It all folowed the same embarassing and filled with anxiety routine until the second week of Odysseus sleeping on his crib.

Lets say... Odysseus've been crying a bit in the past few nights so he's been a little bit dehidrated and drinking more water during the daytime, Penelope have noticed this shift but haven't said anything about it.

This night Oysseus was asleep on his crib, his wife long fallen asleep as well on the wedding bed.
Odysseus had a nightmare about Poseidon and drowing and waked up startled but quikly noticed his surroundings and where he was and let his body fell back to the matress with a sigh.
That was when he noticed, he really needed to use the bathroom, he got up in his foots and tryied getting off of the crib even knowing that he wasn't able to do so, he tiptoed and tried to jump but that only made his bladder ache even more, "Penelope" he tried to call with a few murmors embarassed to be trying to wake his wife in the middle of the night to help him out of the crib because he needed to potty, what was he? A child who couldn't even hold his own pride? He jumped from a feet to the other with tears forming in his eyes, he really was a baby, wasn't he? His own SON was now a full grown man and was more mature than he, he aways dreamt of being a father, but now here he was, a helpless baby who couldn't wait 'till morning.
He was going to go back to sleep and wait it off, he decided after some minutes.

Odysseus was able to drift back for sleep for a few minutes, then he woke up with pain consuming his bladder. He couldn't help but cry, he was a hero, a legendery hero, a warrior of the mind, he put a end to the war with his plan, defyed gods and monsters and survived, he spend ten years on his epic voyage home, he was a king, a father, a husband, a brother... and still was about to have an accident.
He started to bite his thumb as he grew more and more nervous, sweting and cold from his own anxiety now knowing that he wasn't going to make it to the bathroom. He soon was no longer biting but sucking his thum ritmically without even minding it, way too nervous with every passing second just trying more and more to calm himself down and gaing control over it all.
He got up once again and lifted his leg as high as he could to try and scape that humiliation once again, but as he did so he felt something war leak on his lower parts, the shock and shame was enought to take away his focus as he falled on his butt back on the crib, he couldn't belive it!
He really was wetting himself! The crib was enought disonhour, but now this? He tried too hard to make it stop but he couldn't until he was halfway trought it. His body completly soiled just like the matress, sheets and blankets, his pride taken from him in horor, the deep shame coloring his face red, he tried to cover it with some fabric knowing that he would have to spend the rest of the night there in those wet itens until his wife woke up, he tried to distract back to sleep but his shock took his mind to far way from there, he was silently crying unable to take in what just happend when after a long time he started to drift back to sleepness only to feel himself geting relivied and warmer, he fully woke up in complete horror to find that he not only had a wake accident but a asleep one as well making the other half of his bladder that he was still desperately trying to hold back give in. He was so fuking ashamed, this couldn't be true. He was so gross, what kind of father was this? What kind of husband was this? What kind of king was this?
He started to sob seeing that his body had betrayed him once again. He couldn't hold back the flood that his emotions and resentiment were anymore, hiccups making its way out of his mouth just like his dignity had left him. Je really looked ridculous, didn't he? Just like a infant with no control over anything in this world, not even the most simple of thinks, not even his dignity, his cries that only grew louder, his urine as one that didn't even knew what a bathroom was yet. But he was a full grown adult man facing all those humiliations like one that has no knowlege over the reality. He could do nothing but cry.
Everything that he knew how to do, just like a baby that has to wear diappers to not wet everything and everyone all over the place, just like a baby that suks it's thumb, just like a baby that had to sleep on a crib to avoid falling, just like a baby whose crib was on the mother's room because he needed her constant care to survive, just like a baby that only know how to communicate by walling and sobbing, just like him. Just like the once clever and sharp minded king that he used to be that had fallen to the state of a mere infant covered by his own urine whille sobbed his heart out.

"Odysseus? What's wrong, sweety?"
Was the last thing he heard before frozing, frozing his body in place but also feeling his blood froze completly as it got one hundred percent colder than before.

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The next week went by just like the early one, but instead of the crib conversation it was now a diaper.

If Odysseus had any doubts about his state he now was pretty sure that his humiliation was like being an infant again.
He would sleep diapered on his crib and slowling adopting the habit to suck his thumb nervousely each time he soiled the clothes beneath him.
He would sleep remembering of Hector's son, that baby that wore diapers just like the former king, but unlike Odysseus even Astynax' diaper was dry when he met his fate. Odysseus would remember his son Telemachus, the last time that he held the boy in his arms before going to war, his diapers dry as well. But now here was Odysseus, even more of a baby than the last real babys he saw.

He remembered of his crew, all those man, dead because of him, and now here he was sleeping in wet clothes soiled by his own urine that he couldn't hold until morning to realive, sleeping on a crib and suking his thumb on his cries just like the baby that he was acting like. What would those man think of him? All of them more worth of living and surviving than him.

He would wake at night needing to use the bathroom and trying to hold his pride toghether for long periods of time hoping to make it to the morning this time until he felt the warm liquid against his skin wetting his diaper against his will and having to go back to sleep humiliated knowing that he was once again unable to hold it, feeling the proof warm against his lower parts like the mere newborn that he was.

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During one fatitical night Odysseus woke up once again needing to use the bathroom, alredy knowing his pride shattering fate of wetting himself and having his wife changing his diapers by the morning when she waked up to take him off of his crib. But this night was different, he noticed as he slowly opened his eyes, realizing that this time the warning wasn't coming from his bladder but another place. He remembered the weird tasting fruit that he ate from a three in the royal garden early that day wondering if it was planted after he went to war.

Sweting with trembling hands he started to pray to all the gods that he knew the name of.
Gods, no, this was too much he alredy been wetting the bed and sleeping diapered on a crib, but not this, this was way too much humiliation for anyone.
He spent the next hour praying and praying again and he almost thought that he was going to make it to the morning, until he felt the pressure on his bowels getting stronger without any warning, tears formed on his eyes, he was begging the gods to stop this as the pain sudently forced itself against him not even giving him time to react, when Odysseus realized what happend his diaper was alredy dirty.

He layed back on the crib hoping to sleep it off, crying, no, sobbing with the realization of what just happend, what was still happening, he, a grown man, a king and soldier, was pooping himself against his own will. After a few minutes once he finished emptying himself with the diaper with the double of it's original size and face as red as that damn fruit he fell back asleep not wanting to belive on what just happend to his pride.

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"Father?" Odysseus woke up hearing, he opened his eyes to find Telemachus staring at him from the center of the room somewhat shoked like if he was trying to make sense of something really weird and unconfortable. Oh gods, no, please, not this! Odysseus sudently remembered last night's events, as he felt the wet and messy diaper so unconfortable and shaming against his skin, like a prove for the world and for himself of his humiliating state and unability, there was no place to hide it as he looked around remembering that he was still stuck in that stupid crib, great, he soon noticed his bladder full from the night prior warning him that his humiliation was neverending, where was Penelope? As tears started to fall and he felt the thumb on his mouth that was quiquily pushed away and hiden, but it was alredy too late for this, he was an awful thing to look to.
Telemachus blinked a few times before he tried to hide his suprise and spoke on a tone that was far from the casual tone that he wanted. "Hey, dad, it's okay. Mom had some early duties today and asked me to come wake you up since she was busy" he spoke fast and unconfortable not knowing what to do or say, the younger man had no idea what the heck was happening there.
Odysseus tryied to recover but failed, face red looking down and with his fists drying the tears that he was trying to hold, after a few akward seconds he pointed to the keys direction without looking up, Telemachus looked at him still a few more before recovering and going to get the keys. "To lower the bars" his father wishpered weakly and so he did, lowering the bars as Odysseus get up, still not looking to Telemachus, the clothe around his waist weighting, his son looked to him a few more, still confused without any clarification, not knowin if he should ask or just walk away and pretend like nothing happend.
Yeah, the second option seemed better, he was not sure if he wanted to know what in Hades was going on in that room, so he just looked around and walked to the door ready to pretend that this weird situation never happend and never talk of that again. He stoped as he heard the sound of watter falling on the ground and looked at the sound direction as instinct, Odysseus couldn't hold it to the bathroom no matter how much he was trying to not have a waken accident while he waited for his son to get that damn key, way too ashamed as he steped out of that crib, it was to late, he noticed while his filled diaper way to soaked to hold it this time as he helpless wet the floor, he started to cry once more, why him? Why was this happening? He was such a lost case, his son was still there, he never wanted Telemachus to see him like this, he just wanted to be a good father and now he was corrupting the image that his son had of him, not even Penelope have ever sawn him with pooped diapers as last night was his first accident like this, and now an accident out of the crib, without the high bars to fault, just his stupid bladder that haven't hold in long enough, the gods really hated him, didn't they? He wished that he could fall dead right at this moment not wanting to further embarass himself in his son's presence, he could just crawl into a hole and never come out. He sobbed.
Telemachus looked with eyes wide open with shock, he couldn't belive on what he was seeing, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?

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Telemachus glanced at his father in horror and shock for a while as still as a marble statue, Odysseus could not force himself to look up for the minute that his son just stood there while his vision on Odysseus probally crashed. After a while Telemachus just get off of the dor without looking back.
Odysseus who had been trying to hold himself together just let himself fall on the ground, he was the worst father in the world, he was a mess, he was ridiculous and completly humiliated, he seemed just like a baby even in front of his son who was more able than him, this could only be a divine punishment.
The thought of his son maybe still being able to hear his cries as Odysseus wailed his lungs out did not help, he felt like a baby, why was this happening to him, he cried like his world just failed, prehaps it did.
He did not hear nor cared as someone entrered the room and touched on his trembeling sholders. A woman stood next to him trying to calm him with a warm voice, but Odysseus did not hear the words that came from her mouth as noticing who she was just made everything worse and his helpless cries worsened even when he thought that was impossible. Odysseus' thumb made it's way to his lips trying to soothe himself down as he could not help but feel aware of his gross and ridiculous state crying his lungs out with a messed diaper, but this action just made him feel more and more humiliated as he couldn't stop cry more and more.
After some long minutes of failing to calm the king the woman helped him up and guided him to another room, Odysseus just grew more anxyous at the thought of even MORE people seeing him like that. The woman bathed and cleaned him, his red would feelt even hotter if it was possible. During the next hour he was wiped, bathed, cleaned and cared, at some point his cries turned into just snifles.
"It is okay, Odysseus" Eurycleia said softly but he could not look at her nor answer. After she dried his sking she looked at him, "Do you want to try and potty before I dress you?" Odysseus rapdly glanced at her in wide shock, he might have missheard her, right? This could not be happening to him "It is okay, Ody, I've alredy knew, did you thought that Penelope was the one washing those soiled diapers for you all on her own? Besides, I helped her to prepare the crib so it'd be nice and comfy for you when the craftsman made it, silly" she boped his nose, just when he thought that his world could not fall even more, his body was violently trembling once again, he felt some tears fall without his allowance, he wished for a whole to be opened on the ground for him to crawl to and die in. Eurycleia simply dried his tears with the towel and smiled to reasure the overthinking men, "It's okay, lovely, Penelope haven't told me any detail for your privacy, she is really nice, isn't she?" She talked softly as if his brain could fall apart at any complex word and this was the only way for him to come near to understand her, she peted his hair as the naked man looked down to the floor beneath them in horror, "But me and the other assumed that you've may be growing..." she cut herself as not to say 'insane", "uh, confused" she said lightly, great, there are other maidens who knew, Odysseus couldn't help but think, how did his dignity fell all this way to this bottom? "Maybe because of the traumas of the war" she tried to say it in the nicest way possible as not to startle him, he felt ridiculous, still looking down another tear sliped as he tried to hold his now inexistent pride together, Eurycleia cooed, "it is alright, baby, I can't even imagine what those horrors can do to a man's mind... ops, small boy, that's what you seen to think like again, am I right?" This was the worst time ever that Odysseus could choose to cry again, but before he knew he was wailing once again, this could only be a nightmare, he hated that crib, he hated those diapers, he hated himself and his bladder, and his nightmares, and his thumb, and he only wished things could be normal again.

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Eurycleia put her head on the door frame and called for another maiden to help and calm Odysseus down, it only made him cry harder, great, he though, mote people to watch my downfall, why was he, a grown man even crying? It only mqde things worse, he was the worst at it.
After a while they managed to calm him down and guide Odysseus to his quarters to get dressed, he was mute with shame, just staring at the floor without looking up after his little cry show in front of them, he haven't said a word while they dressed him, then thy diapered him, he should have said thwt he only wore those at night, but he was way to ashamed to speak as they lead him to eat breackfeast.
He couldn't even think about that, he didn't want to face Telemachus after his early humiliation.

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Lets be real, please answer here, do someone really wants me to finish the story?

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The maiden guided him by his hand, he really was a child.

By the time they arrived at the dining hall no one else was there, luckily for Odysseus it seemed like he sleeped until late in the morning againg and everyone had eaten alredy, he was not going to face his son at the breackfeast and have to explaing to him about his humiliating curse.

He sat were he was guided to and soon a fruit salad was brought to him, the maiden brought the spoon to his mouth to feed him like the baby that he was being, he just looked down ashamed and disgusted by his situation and accepted his fate with a open mouth. As he chewed on his fruits something felt oddly familiar, as Eurycleia pointed the full spoon on his direction again he reconised one of the fruits, it was the one that he was allergic to!
As he opened his mouth to say something and not have to eat that damn fruit again the spoonfull was put on his mouth, Odysseus promptly spat out the food gaging.
"Odysseus!" Eurycleia was suprised, "What got on you!" And feed him again before he could answer or recover from the gaging.
When Odysseus noticed that he was fed before he could react and spat it out againg his blood turned cold and he closed his mouth, not even explaning why he didn't wanted to eat, just to avoid another spoonfull.

Eurycleia tried to feed the toddler making a tantrum that he was, but it was in vain, he would not open his mouth for nothing.

Some time after Penelope came to take her husband to duty of him, several nobles from the near by kingdoms were awaiting for him in a room to start a meeting, so, againg, Odysseus was taken.

As the meeting went by and Odysseus tried to act normal he started to sweat and feel a weird pressure by his stomach, he was not feeling alright and some people noticed this and asked if he was okay, but he pretended that nothing was happening, he knew, or at least he hoped, that he could wait until the end of the meeting to use the bathroom, they all have waited the whole month for this iportant meeting.
As the minutes went by his need just grew more and more until it became painful and he could no longer ignore it. While his good friend Diomedes was in the midle of a speak a trembling Odysseus got on his feet not even caring that he was interrupting and desperately reached for the doors in the other side of the room and...
NO!!
It was too late, he had an accident in his diaper while free from the horrendous crib and front of all those man.
He stoped on the track as his stomach relivied itself against his will thanks to that doomed fruit in front of all those nobles, his sking ran cold, he was shaking, he heard some muffled laughs, some whispers and some not so muffled laughs and he ran, while still having an accident against himself

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"Humpf"
Odysseus stomach ached as he soiled himself but he couldn't stop running.
He couldn't belive on what was happening, tears filled his eyes, he just lost the control in front of everyone and soiled himself out of that doomed crib like that helpless baby that he wish he wasn't, that couldn't be true, it was humiliating.

He was not looking to where he was running to until he bumped into Athena and Telemachus coming back from a training, he stoped on his track and looked at Athena's direction - he couldn't dare to look at his son's eyes after what happend.
"Athena!!" He yeld desperatedly like if she wasn't in front of him, "I need to talk with you!" His stomach made a weird noise and it was possible to hear his diaper filling.
"What..." Athena looked at him but was not able to finish her sentence before Odysseus added: "Alone."
Telemachus who was staring at his father's direction said nothing, just kept looking at him in a weird way for a few more seconds before walking away.

"What do you want to talk about, Odysseus?" Athena asked looking at him without giving a single hint about what was going on on her mind.
"About my curse" He answered with tears on his eyes.
"Curse?"
Odysseus took a deep breath "Im literally shiting myself right now, Athena!"
She looked at him like she didn't just heard him say that "... you what? Then stop, don't push"
A wet fart was heard "As if I could manage to stop! I have no control over any of this, I'm not pushing!" Tears rolled down his eyes.
"But, Odysseus, you are not cursed"
His eyes winded, he was afraid of that answer, "What do you mean I'm not cursed? By any god? Any single curse?"
"Yep, no curse"
"But I'm turning into a child"
"Odysseus, it is just one single accident, just stop and go to the bathroom"
"But it was not just this one" He was now sobbing, "I'm wearing diapers! I've been sleeping on a crib and waking up wet everyday! Athena, I'm not even having sex with my wife anymore!" His thumb made it's way to his mouth in a attempt to self sooth while he was weeping.
Athena looked at him weirdly "You... what?"
"You are telling me that this is all on me? It is just me? I'm not under a curse?!!!"

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Odysseus laid on his crib with open eyes unable to sleep, he couldn't make himself fall asleep, not after what happend early, not after embarassing himself in front of so many people, by now the whole kingdom must know about his accident, what Athena told him didn't help, it only made him feel worse, he was not cursed by any god nor monster into becomening a helpless baby, that was happening to him on his onw, it was all his fault and nobody's else, how did he let that happen? Now he knew it wasn't something bigger than him and far away from his power, it was his fault that he was now on this situation, using a wet diaper in a crib where he sleep instead of his bed with his wife, speaking of wife, he missed her, not tha he was still gone, they where on the same room, but he missed sharing the bed with her, missed having sex with her, they didn't had since he started sleeping on that stupid crib, he missed sleeping huged on her or speaking for hours about anything on eachother's arms until both fell asleep, he missed being a real adult man and sleeping on his own bed and waking up dry and clean, he missed his life

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"Penelope, you're not being serious" he hoped.
"Odysseus, you cleary need to use diapers in the daytime as well" she stated, "you know very well what happend yesterday, thank Eurycleia and the gods ayou where wearing a diaper."
"But it was just one off, it wont happen again" he felt like a child trying to prove himself, he could go a day without a diaper, he knew that, he knew that it wasn't his falt, it was that fruit's.
"Odysseus, you are wet right now" she tried to prove his need to be diapered 24/7 to him.
"But thats because I've slept on a crib!" He hated that crib.
"No buts, Odysseus, it is for your own safety, you know that, I'm doing that because I care about you, you know that you need them." Penelope was sweet as ever but a few tears still rolled by Odysseus cheeks "Let's try for just one day then, if you go today without needing a change then I wont force you to keep with it, okay?"
He noded timidly, too defeated to speak.

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After Penelope changed Odysseus and he was put on a dry diaper he tried to go on with his day and do his duties trying to forget what he was wearing and yesterday's humiliation, but it was hard, it seemed like everyone that came across him was laughing at his face, his embarrassment alredy traveled throughout the kingdom.

He knew that Penelope was right, Odysseus had been having a hard time making it to the bathroom in time since he started to sleep in diapers, his body growing used to making its needs on a diaper, his bladder growing weaker, but he didn't want to adimit that, at least not yet, specially after what happend on the day before.

Later that day Odysseus felt the sudden urge to go, he ran to nearest bathroom as he've been growing used to do nowdays, but he was not fast enough, as he reached the door his bladder gave up holding and he wet himself once again.
Penelope couldn't know, he tought, but the only other way to change his cloth without her knowing was asking Eurycleia, and somewhat it seemed worse.

Odysseus went with his day not saying anything and pretending that it didn't happend, but he was as uncomfortable as a man can be, feeling the wetness against his lower part, a reminder of his failure that wouldn't go away, as the seconds passed it only seemed to get worse, he felt humiliated by his own body just like the baby that he was. The smell of the urine leting everyone around him know what happend made it worse, it seemed like everyone was talking about his accidents since yesterday.
By the time Penelope came to check on him he had had yet another wet accident, it was decided, the king would be in diapers for an indefinite period of time.

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Would it be ableist if I gave Odysseus a caregiver? Please answer with your opinion

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"And who's going to change me, Penelope? We both have our duties, you can't be there to check on me all the time!" He really hoped that this excuse was enough to change her mind about his diapers.
"We can hire a caretaker" Penelope said easly.
"What?!?!" His misery was endless.
"Odysseus-"
"No! I don't need that! I don't need a babysitter! I'm a adult man!" He knew it was all lies, he was no man, and, deep down, he knew that he needed those diapers and help to change them, he just didn't wanted to addmit it.
"Odysseus, you know that it is for you'r own good, I love and care about you and I don't want to see you suffering like yesterday, you know what happend, you need help with that and that's okay, that doesn't make you less of a man."
Odysseus just kept his eyes on the ground, he wished that it was true, that he could belive her, but he felt like a failing child.

By the next day Penelope had Eurycleia hiring someone, that only made Odysseus feel worse, he knew that - because of a misunderstading - Eurycleia saw him as the little boy that he was instead of the man he pretended to be and she probally told something to the new employee, he wasn't getting used to the feeling of being humiliated every single day.

By the morning Eurycleia and Penelope presented Odysseus to his new caretaker, a young woman with brown hair named Phoibe. Odysseus felt the worst, being taken care by a babysi- caregiver, just like the baby that he was being.

Later, at some point Odysseus got full of having that woman next to him all day like a constant reminder of his weakness and decided to clear his mind going to a walk, that ended being a bad idea, the woman following him around wasn't helping, neither were the pople looking at him like he was some sort of joke after they heard about his accident.
He was about half an hour on his walk when he felt the sudden urge to use the potty- The bathroom, Odysseus tried to hold it for a few minutes while he looked to somewhere he could go, he was desperate when he felt a few drops leak, his bladder growing full and his face red, he felt like a failure, like a baby, he wanted to suck his thumb in order to calm himself down but he didn't. He was next to a playground with some kids playing when he felt the warm liquid leaving his body, he started to cry a little, he really was a baby.

He felt like those kids playing around were better than him, a helpless baby.

And he ran. He just ran.

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And he ran.
Odysseus ran until he was on the palace.
He ran until he was at his room.

He locked himself there and then colapsed on the floor sobbing, he was overwhelmed and ashamed by the warm and wet gross feeling inside his diaper, by the gradual loss of control over his life and skills, by the helpless baby that he was becoming. So he cried, cried and cried.

After some time he heard a knock on the locked door, he knew it was probally Phoibe following him, but he didn't wanted to answer. Odysseus just laid on the floor, he, once a brave hero, just sucked his thumb and kept crying for the next hour or so.

When he was almost calmed down curled on himself on the ground he heard Phoibe calling for him on the other side of the door.
"Go 'way!" He yelled without taking the thumb out of his mouth.
After some more minutes of trying he heard her sigh and walk away.

Odysseus was almost falling asleep when he heard knocks again, she's back, he thought, then he heard a different voice than expected.

"Odysseus, it is Athena," she said "you left the poor servant desperate trying to reach you, she is asking for help all around the place. Let at least me come in."

"Is she with you?" He whispered.

"Yes, but she just want to check on you and know that you are alright." A sigh, "she doesn't have to come in, just let me see that you are okay"

He thought for a moment, but ended opening a gap of the door.

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Athena came in and Odysseus closed the door behind her, she sat on the floor by his side.

A sigh.
"Odysseus, what is happening?"

He looked at her with tears on his eyes.
"I feel like a small baby, Athena." He mumbled shy.

"And can I know why? I've alredy told you that you are not cursed, it was just an accident."

"It is not just that." He looked down, "I am sleeping on that crib over there, Athena" she looked to the crib he pointed with tears droping on his cheeks, "I am on diapers 24/7, I can't even make it to the bathroom," he kept talking with a red face, his voice low, "I've been sucking my thumb, I have a fuking baby-sitter now, I don't have sex since I stoped sharing the bed with my wife! Gods, I'm wet right now, Athena!" She looked at him with a expression impossible to determine, "I feel like I'm a falling child, babys are better than me!... Astynax was dry when I killed him... Telemachus was dry when I left... I'm supposed to be an adult, but I can't even do that!" He cried.

Athena just sighed and put her hand on his hair trying to calm him in her way, he still couldn't figure her facial expression and that scared him a little bit.

After another half hour crying on Athena's shoulder he let go, the door was open, Phoibe came in desperate cheking on Odysseus, Athena just got up and left.
While Phoibe changed Odysseus diaper some more tears rolled, this humiliation was excruciating, and not knowing what the godess thought about it all was scary.