The only thing I remember from my potty training is my mother telling me to “squeeze.” We actually referred to poop as “squeeze” for a while. And I also remember my father instructing me how to pee into the toilet. He told me to aim for the place where the water meets the back wall of the toilet . . . less noise and splashing. And he told me to shake twice when finished.
Do you remember your own toilet training?
Nope.
No.
Nope. Thankfully.
Not at all. I do remember using a little red step stool shaped like a turtle to get high enough to pee into the pot (it said “Stand Up to be Tall, Sit Down to be Small”) but I was already trained at that point. I believe I was around 3.
I also remember group peeing at daycare with one or two other boys when I was around four or five… And I do recall crossing of streams. I’m sure this damaged me in numerous ways.
was that ever a problem when seldom seen relatives would ask for a hug, ‘give me a big squeeze’.
Crossing of streams like peeing over a river? I don’t recall potty training either but I do remember my first day as a camp counselor for a bunch of 6 year boys. I went out back to wizz off the porch and several kids joined me. I started watering the grass a couple of feet in front of me when all of a sudden there’s 3 streams arcing up into the sky, across the fence and onto the 5th lane of the running track beyond. They were trying to see who could knock the most butterflies out of the sky. They peed so far I think most of it evaporated before it even hit the ground. Little boys can pee up a storm.
I remember being small enough to use a potty instead of the regular toilet. Dunno whether my parents would have called me “potty trained” at that point or not.
No, like wielding a proton pack. And no, I don’t remember potty-training at all.
No, I was born in India and lived there till I was 2. They almost all practice elimination communication/extremely early potty training with some cloth diapering (if you’re wearing a diaper at all, which is rare), my parents included. This was even more the case because I was born there when the economy was still mostly closed. Who knows if they’ll start dilly-dallying on it now that they can get disposables etc.
Other horrifying ethnic tendencies: piercing babies, loading them down with jewellry, ritualistically shaving our pelts (most of us pelt belters are born with a full head of it) blahblahblah. I love to tell Americans about it because the instantaneous reaction is always staunch disbelief that we’re making it all up combined with horror.
I’m pretty sure I can remember the training toilet, but I’m not sure if I’m recalling it from my potty training or my younger brother’s.
My earliest is of the green plastic potty in our living room.
Yes, I have very clear memories of my early life including some of being potty trained. I remember was very attached to my personal little toilet and fought to continue using it well after I was fully trained and able to use a regular toilet by myself. It was white, had a high back with vines and yellow flowers painted on it.
I also have a couple memories of ‘accidents’ I had, and of my mom teaching me to wipe properly (she was very firm about ‘front to back’!)
Not really, which is odd because I do have vague memories of being sent home from preschool a couple of times with my undies in a bread bag after “accidents.” The quotes are because my parents said I was potty trained 2-3 weeks before I really was. But I don’t remember anything else associated with the potty-training process.
No. But I still remember my mother dressing me in “footie pajamas” how weird is that?
Yes. And let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty.
Nope, not at all.
Kind of. I remember pooping myself, and being ashamed, and going into the walk-in closet cum hamper, and taking off my undies there. It would have been the tail-end of potty training.
I don’t remember the training part, but I do remember (deliberately) pooping my pants every once in a while in order to get some attention from my mother, who was occupied with my new baby sister at the time.
Yes, I remember it.