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A very wet and messy Fluffy Fly diaper this morning with warm poopie getting flattened by the minute sitting here sipping hot coffee.🤫 -
This morning is a good example of why I mess my diaper in privacy and not in public because I really am stinky. If I smell the big poopies in my wet morning Fluffy Fly diaper then innocent people would really be offended which is contrary to my DIAPER CODE OF ETHICS. I can relax and enjoy the big, warm, lumpy, potty in my diapie that is getting flattened against my perineum as I sit here sipping hot coffee. I was in the kitchen when I messed my diaper, and this poopie required some concentrated pushing; there was no hiding that I was soiling my diaper.
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I was a late trainer so I remember a bit about this. I’m on the spectrum (currently level one but I was level two during childhood). My pediatrician and my parents tried to start my training when I was eighteen months old. At age two my doctor learned that I hadn’t used my potty chair even once. Also I was only saying three words at that point. I was referred for an autism evaluation. It took under an hour for me to be diagnosed. Even so my parents were in denial for about a year. My parents mentioned my diagnosis at my three year checkup. It was a “hand on the doorknob” type thing presented in terms of “the doctors who evaluated him thought he might have this but we know better”. My pediatrician realized (probably at a glance) that my diagnosis was actually correct. My pediatrician realized that I needed speech therapy because I still had just the same three words. I had six months of speech therapy but it was discontinued when it looked like nothing was happening. My parents assumed at first that I was just being stubborn. One day my mother somehow realized that my struggles were genuine. For example I did not know when I was “going”. My mother didn’t initially notice this because when I had a bowel movement she would notice (starting when I was about eighteen months old) that I had what looked like an expression of concentration on my face and she figured that surely I must know that I’m pushing. However I actually didn’t notice this. One day when I was about three-and-a-half my mother realized that I actually didn’t notice what my body was doing whether it was a bladder void or a bowel movement. My mother dealt with this by buying both Pampers and underwear. I would have the underwear and regular clothes on at home at least twice a day as well as during short drives and most shopping trips. Whenever my mother noticed that I was doing anything she would gently point it out to me. By three years and seven months I was ready to start using the potty chair. By age four my transition to the big toilet began. By age six I was in kindergarten in regular underwear. I was maybe about eighty percent daytime trained at that point and only wore diapers at night and on sick days. By first grade I was about ninety percent trained. Progress each year was gradual. My sixth grade I was completely trained night and day and mishaps were rare even when I was sick. By college I had some mishaps again mostly during migraines and if I had a bad cold or the flu. I considered buying diapers but decided not to. In 1999 to 2000 I spent a year in France in a study abroad program. I had the flu twice during that year and when my control acted up (even during the day) I managed to squeeze into the largest size of Goodnites. They sort of worked but they would sometimes leak and had no odor protection. Any time the flu passed my control returned to normal and I was back in regular underwear. Fast forward to my mid-to-late twenties (in the early 2000s). One day I had pizza for lunch with my father on a day when he was visiting me at my apartment. He had some of the same pizza and it didn’t bother him. The whole afternoon my stomach felt a bit rocky. We had dinner at a Mexican restaurant near a shopping mall. We went to the mall and did some shopping. In one store in the middle of the mall I noticed that I really needed to “go”. I knew that it was diarrhea. My father kept telling me that I’m an adult and that I can wait. We eventually walked to the end of the mall and I almost made it. I got to within maybe ten feet of the men’s room. My father ended up buying me new clothes and new underwear. He offered to buy me tape-on-style diapers but I turned it down. I hadn’t worn any tape-on-style diapers for maybe about fifteen years at that point. I insisted on wearing regular underwear and somehow (probably luck mostly) they stayed clean and dry. I took some over the counter antidiarrheal medication and it eventually worked over the course of about a day. By the next day my father was still upset because he thought that my accident was deliberate. I asked him what he meant. He claimed that I was pushing. I don’t remember pushing but he insisted that I had the same body language and facial expressions that he remembered from my grade school years back in the 1980s whenever I went number two and he happened to see me doing it (usually during breakfast when I still had my nighttime diaper on). The bottom line is that toddlers and older kids (as well as adults) virtually always push during a bowel movement (even if it’s diarrhea) whether they realize it or not. The difference is that toddlers don’t worry about whether or not they are pushing. They just push whenever they need to “go” and until they start training “going” wherever they happen to be doesn’t bother them. By the way I’m currently 51 even though it says 44 off to the left. I need to figure out how to fix that in my profile. I fixed it. I assumed that “Real Age” would dynamically update based on my birth year but it didn’t. I had to adjust it manually. -
i CAN HELP YOU HERE....HAVE HELPED ALMOST 100 OTHER VETS. yOU can TRY CALLING YOUR SENATOR TO GET mEGAMAX, WORKED FOR VALENTINESTUFF, BUT SO FAR, EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS TRIED THIS HASN'T SUCCEEDED. wHAT i WOULD DO IS ASK FOR A 1 WEEK SUPPLY OF EVERYTHING (ONE AFTER THE OTHER) SO YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO GET RID OF DOZENS OF CASES OF DIAPERS THAT YOU can't USE....MOST OF US EVEN RECEIVED Poise pads! Please forgive the caps...I have BIG fingers and somehow, ALWAYS hit the caps lock. Let me know IF you'd like me help, just PM me...you WILL eventually get what you want be that Megamax OR the Molicare you mentioned...but they generally make you go through everything in the VA formulary. I've done it, as have MANY others I have helped. Kirk -
By PeterLupus · Posted
Professor Google thinks of this as "circumferential sphincterotomy" and advises that it is not uncommon. Further, Prof. Google says that there is no risk to nerves because they run along the dorsal side of the penis, not the urethral side. But who knows how much Professor Google knows or understands?
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