sinceiwassmall
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I had so much embarrassment about telltale signs of lack of control in my undies as a small child. No skid marks, but circles up front where I’d slipped and peed myself a little were near constant in my laundry hamper until I was 6 or 7.
When I had a bigger childish lapse than usual I was always relieved after laundry day that my mom didn’t seem to notice I’d peed in my pants. But the reality is probably that our moms (main laundry doers in those days) knew everything.
As far as skid marks — I remember going to the bathroom when we were visiting relatives and seeing what I did not yet know was a typical potty training age collection of cloth training pants and outer pants drying on a rack. Some of the training pants had blushingly clear stains of not-just-pee accidents in the seat. Along with the potty chair and a potty training board book on the back of the toilet, they painted an unarguable picture of my little cousin pottying her pants and having to be changed over and over again. It was squirmingly gross and fascinating.
I guess lots of kids have that reaction, because another memory is of laundry proudly out on the line when my first child was a baby and all things baby had become ordinary parts of life. Nothing gets out baby stains better than a few hours in the sun. A passing teenager paused and said to a friend: “Ohhh, gross...” “What?” asked the friend. “The DIAPERS man. Look at the fucking skid marks...”
When I had a bigger childish lapse than usual I was always relieved after laundry day that my mom didn’t seem to notice I’d peed in my pants. But the reality is probably that our moms (main laundry doers in those days) knew everything.
As far as skid marks — I remember going to the bathroom when we were visiting relatives and seeing what I did not yet know was a typical potty training age collection of cloth training pants and outer pants drying on a rack. Some of the training pants had blushingly clear stains of not-just-pee accidents in the seat. Along with the potty chair and a potty training board book on the back of the toilet, they painted an unarguable picture of my little cousin pottying her pants and having to be changed over and over again. It was squirmingly gross and fascinating.
I guess lots of kids have that reaction, because another memory is of laundry proudly out on the line when my first child was a baby and all things baby had become ordinary parts of life. Nothing gets out baby stains better than a few hours in the sun. A passing teenager paused and said to a friend: “Ohhh, gross...” “What?” asked the friend. “The DIAPERS man. Look at the fucking skid marks...”