One day at lunch after having two accidents in a week, I found always discrete diapers in my art therapists size on the break room counter. She caught me staring at them, so I asked her what they were for. and she said “People who need them.” After lunch we got to group and shr looked incredibly desperate to pee 5 minutes in. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting in her seat, and her forehead had the telltale sweating. After about twenty minutes, she no longer looked desperate. After group ended, I sniffed her seat and it reeked of piss. Im fairly certain she peed in a diaper in front of me that day.