this is my daugher, barbara's, jockstrap. when she was diagnosed with the cerebral palsy at the age of three she asked me (her mother had long since left) to buy her a jockstrap of her own (she had always borrowed mine) and so, feeling simply sorry for the poor lass, i bought her this jockstrap from the target in framingham, massachusetts. it's a classic, cheap model, but i thought the loose tie button straps would best accomodate her female vagina. and, as it happens, the loose tie button straps do indeed well suit her woman's vagina. unfortunately, the lady's jockstrap has done nothing by way of ameliorating her cerebral palsy — even by way of quelling some of the more mild symptoms, such as hives — but just to have the jockstrap, for it to be in her room or between her legs — i think this is a comfort for barbara. in any case, the march of dimes doesn't donate jockstraps to crippled children. that's the kind of thing you have to get for yourself. so i did it. sometimes barbara even smiles while wearing it. it's the little miracles in the day that make terminal neurological disease manageable for next of kin. at least she doesn't have aids. 1999.