JonahAteAWhale
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I do. I must have been only 2 but possibly 3.
I don't remember all of it, but these are the things I do remember:
I didn't want to get out of nappies. Big Boy Pants looked uncomfortable and like they wouldn't hold my wee-wee. I can't remember if I was offered pull ups, I think I would remember if I was, so I probably wasn't.
I was frightened of the toilet. I felt like I would fall in it and be sucked down into a dark and horrible and wet place forever after. I didn't want to sit on it even with the adapter for children.
I had a lot of accidents. I remember lots of these. None were on purpose, although I don't think I was making any sort of enthusiastic effort to use the potty, but anytime I was absorbed in play or TV I would be soaked.
The accidents actually continued throughout my childhood, but got less and less as I got older. I was still allowed to wear nappies after potty training often in the day when I requested it, and was in nappies at night until I was 10, but I remember it was a burning youthful desire to go back to being in nappies all the time. I didn't like wetting myself. It was wet, and really cold by the time I noticed it, and would often cause some sort of parental stress which I felt in turn. Being in nappies meant no stress, I suppose, but also I liked everything else about them too.
I remember the lead up to potty training, too. Introducing me to the potty, giving me treats for sitting on it. At this point I didn't know what it meant, I remember feeling shocked and horrified when they said they wanted me to poo in it. But when I did I was rewarded so gradually acquiesced, and also gained the assumption that poo is rewarded, I think, because I remember when I was older again after the period of potty training, I thought it would be a good idea to do a huge poo on the carpet in my bedroom, and show my mum to get a reward. As you can imagine, I didn't get a reward, but actually my mum was inordinately upset, hugely upset, totally the opposite reaction I expected. Throughout childhood I would have frequent and extremely painful (to the point of hospitalisation) constipation, too, because of my aversion to toilets, I think.
That's about all I can remember, do you remember potty training?
I don't remember all of it, but these are the things I do remember:
I didn't want to get out of nappies. Big Boy Pants looked uncomfortable and like they wouldn't hold my wee-wee. I can't remember if I was offered pull ups, I think I would remember if I was, so I probably wasn't.
I was frightened of the toilet. I felt like I would fall in it and be sucked down into a dark and horrible and wet place forever after. I didn't want to sit on it even with the adapter for children.
I had a lot of accidents. I remember lots of these. None were on purpose, although I don't think I was making any sort of enthusiastic effort to use the potty, but anytime I was absorbed in play or TV I would be soaked.
The accidents actually continued throughout my childhood, but got less and less as I got older. I was still allowed to wear nappies after potty training often in the day when I requested it, and was in nappies at night until I was 10, but I remember it was a burning youthful desire to go back to being in nappies all the time. I didn't like wetting myself. It was wet, and really cold by the time I noticed it, and would often cause some sort of parental stress which I felt in turn. Being in nappies meant no stress, I suppose, but also I liked everything else about them too.
I remember the lead up to potty training, too. Introducing me to the potty, giving me treats for sitting on it. At this point I didn't know what it meant, I remember feeling shocked and horrified when they said they wanted me to poo in it. But when I did I was rewarded so gradually acquiesced, and also gained the assumption that poo is rewarded, I think, because I remember when I was older again after the period of potty training, I thought it would be a good idea to do a huge poo on the carpet in my bedroom, and show my mum to get a reward. As you can imagine, I didn't get a reward, but actually my mum was inordinately upset, hugely upset, totally the opposite reaction I expected. Throughout childhood I would have frequent and extremely painful (to the point of hospitalisation) constipation, too, because of my aversion to toilets, I think.
That's about all I can remember, do you remember potty training?