diokno44x

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Well, most are trained at around 2-3 years of age. I mean, even though i was potty trained, i still wore diapers till close to 3rd grade for a few reasons, like unease sith public restrooms

Ah, so you were trained EARLY, interesting

Ah, a late potty trainer eh?

I too was shy and such with public bathrooms. Part of the reason I still wore diapers though I was potty trained till close to 3rd grade

I recall reading in a parenting magazine a few years back that 1st and kindergarten age kids are more likely to have accidents. I think it's due to A. Closer ij age to when they still fully wore diapers, and shortly after potty training and B. Unfamiliar bathrooms and such. Plus the fact that some kids are being potty trained later

I was the same wjth public toilets. Part of the reason I still wore diapers even though i was potty trained. I was uncomfortable with public restrooms. I wouldnt use them until like, two weeks worth of exposure, or if my mom was there

I remember a fair few, many of which I've already posted on the site. Some i can remember in rather vivid detail, others less so.

Lots of ways. The most common were my diapers. But other times I would wear dark pants/shorts. If the poop was solid, I'd empty it out somewhere

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Yes, though as a number of my posts detailed, they were thankfully into either an awaiting diaper/Pull-Up, and or were in thankfully dark pants

Heh, interesting, anyway here are a few: The most common, at least in preschool, was a toy teapot, like the kind used in tea parties. The first time I used it was wile I was playing with one of those play kitchens with plastic foodstuffs and the like. I had run out of diapers that time (I still wore them for a few reasons, though I was fully potty trained), and I was still uncomfortable with using bathrooms outside my home environment, especially A. If someone, outside of, say, my mom, was in there, and B. If my mom wasn't nearby. Plus I wasn't too friendly with flushing noises. So, as I shifted a bit, trying not to be too obvious, my eyes began looking around for something to pee into. I eventually noticed a teapot by my feet, and kicked it over. No bothering to slide my pants down (Mostly cause the teacher was nearby) I simply began to pee through my pants, into the teapot below. Once I finished, I closed it up. A little while later, two of my classmates happened to grab that same teapot....

Yeah, most of my outdoor peeing happened on grass, behinnd a tree, etc. Despite living in Cali, my family rarely went to the beach

Been awhile eh? This little memory came flooding back to me (pun not attended), when I was walking from the store a few days ago, and the route I took this time happened to take me pass a local park+playground next to my neighborhood. Even though the sky was overcast, quite a few families were here. Anyway, as I glanced at the sandbox I used to play in, on my way home, my mind flashed back to a wetting incident back during preschool. This was in the spring, and the day was fairly warm, as it usually is in Cali. Anyway, due to the weather, and due to a fair few of my long legged pants were in the wash (twice due to, ah, incidents involving me and underwear), I was garbed in shorts, My current attire at this time was a loose lime green T-shirt, a pair of charcoal grey cargo shorts, and some green and white sneakers. Now, this was one of my diaper/Pull-Upless days, for two reasons. 1. It was Potty Test Day, and 2. I had used my last one, and gotten changed out of it, shortly after arriving in the YMCA lobby bathroom. Anyway, I was playing in the sandbox in the outdoor area of the YMCA. It wasn't as. well, furnished as the playground I would use in, say, that park I was talking about up top, or the playground I would use every recess in kindergarten and first grade at Saint John Vianney, but five year old me didn't mind, it was simple, but fun. Anyway, as I was building whatever came to mind with the sand, I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder, but tried to put it off. Eventually, as time wore on, my need to pee slowly, but surely increased, but I tried to keep from squirming too much. Now, you may wonder why I didn't run off and use the bathroom, well, a few reasons. 1. Like most kids, I was too busy playing. 2. The nearest bathroom was relatively far away, and as I was close to bursting, I didn't think I'd make it. and 3. I was uncomfortable with public bathrooms, as I've said before, at least without my mother being there with me. Plus, someone had gone in only a moment earlier, and I wasn't comfortable with using the bathroom if I knew someone that wasn't a family member was in the vicinity of me. Eventually, the pressure grew too much. Quickly making sure no one, classmate or caretaker could see me, I spread my legs a bit, as I would often do when wetting my diaper and if I was sitting. Slowly, a warm trickle of pee began forming, and began to dampen the sand beneath me. I had to turn my full sit into a bit of a squat, so I didn't get wet sand on my shorts. My pee trickled out, until it came to an end. A decently sized, about te size of my fist now, wet patch was on my shorts. Thankfully, it wasn't too noticeable from the color of my shorts. That done, I moved to a different part of the sandbox to play in

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