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- Age
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- Diaper Lover
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- Incontinent
Up until I was in second grade or so, I was actively trying to be toilet trained by the adults in my life, and that included at school. An aide would regularly take me to the nurse’s office restroom to see if I was clean and would have me try to go. Being encopretic, I had no idea when my BM’s were happening. Believe it or not I wasn’t actually trying to have accidents, but they happened anyway, much to the frustration of my parents and teachers. Anyway, the first time within a day I’d have an accident, it wouldn’t count, and my aide would clean me up, put me in a fresh pair of undies, and we’d go back to class as usual.
The second time it happened within a day, however...
My aide would take me to another classroom, one with younger students, sit me in a corner, look at me, and say “you poop in the toilet, not in your pants. Practice.” All with a stern tone, might I add. Then she’d take me to the restroom and I’d pull my pants down, try to go, whole song and dance. We’d go back to the classroom, and repeat the process.
At least 4-5 more times.
I’m not kidding.
Most of the time during this “ritual” I was in tears.
I wonder who thought this was a good idea.
What did they think I’d gain from this?
Does anyone else have any stories similar to this?
The second time it happened within a day, however...
My aide would take me to another classroom, one with younger students, sit me in a corner, look at me, and say “you poop in the toilet, not in your pants. Practice.” All with a stern tone, might I add. Then she’d take me to the restroom and I’d pull my pants down, try to go, whole song and dance. We’d go back to the classroom, and repeat the process.
At least 4-5 more times.
I’m not kidding.
Most of the time during this “ritual” I was in tears.
I wonder who thought this was a good idea.
What did they think I’d gain from this?
Does anyone else have any stories similar to this?