What Are Your Memories Of Being Toilet Trained?

Does anyone remember their toilet training? Was it pleasant or unpleasant? Did it influence whether or not you became an adult baby or a diaper lover? My own toilet training experiences are very brutal and when I saw other babies being cuddled and smiled at and playfully baby talked to while having his or her plastic panties pulled back to check for poop and then slowly the plastic panties being eased off and the cloth diaper being changed made me always want to get treated like that.

I don't recall the training, but a photo shows me in underpants by age 2. This was in the cloth diaper days.

My mom said once that she gave me my first enemas (with a bulb) when I held back during training as a sign of independence and got impacted.

Yes,I remember enamas and suppositories bieng put up mu bum and that it just made want ti hold it more and that pissed of my parents,so it became a vicious cycle and I was not really potty trained till I was 10.I still pooped and stained my pants till somewhere's between 10 and 11.

My mother was very impatiant and would pour hot water on my penis to make me go before leaving the house so I would need to go at an incovenant time later.

I don't think I had any traumas, or bad feelings associated with the process. It's my belief, I may have been rushed to be potty trained however. It wasn't my idea!!! 😜 I think mom was going to make sure I was ready, cause she was. I did wet the bed some till about 5,6. That left more of an impression on me I think. Not fun waking up to late to do anything about it! That whole process of then having to wake my mom, dad waking up as a result, get me changed, get the bed changed, then having to get back to sleep! :😃 😮 😳 :'(

Years ago,while reading a book about child abuse, it stated that over 80% of cases were because of toilet training issues and stateted some of the real brutal ways of punishing for wet and soiling pants. Several included bieng bieng dunked in scalding hot water,kids' bums bieng put on hot stoves and some like myself bieng put in ice cold showers. I don't undwerstand how parents could be so cruel over a function that will eventually happen on it's own soon or later.

I remember long periods of sitting on potty.it was very tiring.i coul not understand why night nappies were ok & daytime was spent on potty

Its true children that experience abuse especially with toilet training will be delayed in that area. Many have issues with confidence and social skills.

Well, I had the same kind of experience as E-man and Thumper. Wilful doodoo retention seems to run in the family - therefore, so does suppository and enema usage (see my past posts!)

I don't recall toilet training. However, I do remember often having slight spotting accidents. I guess I was just having too much fun to take a toilet break. I wanted to be diapered anyhow.

Interesting topic...the only memory I have of toilet training is sitting on my potty chair in the bathroom while my mother sat on the toilet. She must have extremely constipated that day because she strained and grunted and turned red in the face before I finally heard something that sounded like a rock fall in the toilet.-- JW

I remember my potty training as it took so long> I was at least 5 years old before I was reasonably clean and dry during the day. My mother always said I was a dirty kid because I just had no interest in using a toilet and never complained about being wet or dirty. She was sure I'd end up starting school in a nappy. As it was I often wet my self during my first year or so at school. I was in nappies at night for a long time because I constantly wet at night.

While I have limited recollection of my toilet training, my older sister has reminded me on occasion, of certain events. Likewise, I do have some recollections of those times with my 2 younger sisters. My lifelong enjoyment of enemas, and other anal pleasures, goes back to the days of toilet training. My mom and grandma were absolute in their demands of a daily BM and an enema or suppository was the result of any failure to produce as expected. Needless to say, I started self-administering at an early age, and still use enemas as a simple pleasure that has multiple "benefits".

While I'm hesitant to characterize their administrations as abusive, it was probably a more accepted method in the 50's. This day and age, there is little doubt that many would view the methods of yesteryear as inappropriate and/or abusive. Many of those early administrations seemed rather punitive, but in hindsight, likely were done more to reinforce the idea that regularity in BM's and urinating before losing control was a mindset.

Diapers, or a rubber sheet, were just necessary tools until each of us learned to recognize the urges and act as expected. We knew that these tools were for "babies" and tried our damndest to show that we had grown up. I tried hard to be a "big boy" and my sisters were rewarded when they were "big girls".

The enema bag, as it hung prominently in the shower, served as a constant reminder of the expectations. The subsequent benefits came about quite by accident, and those wonderfully amazing sensations and explosive ejaculations, got this kid hooked for life. While I was expected to take my enemas like a "big boy", my sisters were often rewarded for being "big girls" when they submissively took for their enemas.

I've always believed that our pediatrician supported, and likely encouraged, these methods.

No memories of it, but I do know that it was very early in life. My mother was always a germ freak and I'm sure that for this reason she wanted me out of my diapers a.s.a.p. And I'm also fairly certain that this is one of the reasons I love wearing my diapers NOW.

My only memories were once when I was outside with my Mom. I guess I was about a year and a half old. It was a really beautiful sunny day. I had to pee and just spread my legs and let go. I remember the wet warmth spreading between my legs and running own the inside of but chocolate brown corduroy pants. The kind with elastic around the waist and no zipper. Funny how clearly it all stands out in my mind. I remember mom and her friend found it rather cute. They giggled and chided me about being a big boy and using the potty. I don't remember a bit of it before or after the incident.

The other memory was when my younger sister was born. At least that's when I can best guess when it was. That would make me around two. We were staying overnight with grandpa and grandma. I was with my step grandmother and my older sister. We were walking back from the supermarket and I remember telling grandma that I was a big boy an didn't need rubber pants any more. (I had seen her purchasing them) I was quite proud announcing that I was beyond those baby days. I wore BIG BOYS PANTS! I couldn't even entertain the idea that they were for me.Well, the next morning I remember waking up in a sunny bedroom snug and cozy when suddenly realizing I was in those rubber pants that I saw being purchased! That and the thick diapers pinned on underneath them were soaked. ( I guess I really did need rubber pants hee hee) I recall thinking wow! how did all this happen. I thought at the time that I never remembered being diapered. How did it happen? I later figured that grandma waited till I fell asleep so as to avoid a scene. I vaguely recall making a scene when I was being put in my diapers while I was being potty trained.

My only memories are of an occasional embarrassing accident early in the process. Nothing specific.

It was a horrible. What I can remember having to sit on a potty chair in the family room. Where my mom and dad would go one about what a baby I was. I wet the bed every night so my parent would make me sit on it for 30 min or so before bed. Needless to say it never worked each morning I was wet and had to hear about it all that made me do was withdraw. I was not day time potty trained until I was 4. I still had accidents during the day more than once I spent the day in diaper afterwards. For me diaper are just who I am so their deal with it!

When my parents wanted to train me I was reluctant. I was really not ready. I had been having accidents but my parents wanted to take the diapers away from me. It took time but I finally gave in.

Yes, My memories evolve around my still needing diapers until I was in the first grade. I was very very slow to pick up on using the BIG old potty monster. I was continually trained from about 4. 5 years old till I finally got the hang of it just before 1st grade. I was truely never put into training panties for my training. I was kept in diapers. I was instructed to tell anyone when I felt the need to do pee pee's or poopies. I had 2 potty chairs, one in the living room and one in my nursery. If I had to go, either my sister or my mommy would gain access to my diaper and remove and immediatly sit me down on my potty chair and strap me onto it. I was praised for being a GOOD baby if I went. If I didn't go after about 20 minutes of sitting there, I was scolded and my diaper was put back on me and I was allowed to continue whatever I was doing before I had to go. If my diapers remained clean and dry for 2 days, I was then allowed regular little girls panties. I have always had a constipation problem, since infancy. My mommy had a standing rule for me, if no poopies for 3 days, she would give me either 1-2 Fleet child suppositories or 1 Fleet child enema, but it was her choice if I had to sit on my potty chair or if I was to be diapered again. She always had to inspect the results. I was out of diapers most of the time, until I had to wear again to bed every night around my 9th birthday, when my bed wettings started again every night.

I know MY upbringing is where my need and love for just being a baby came from, but I would never change(pun intended) anything about it or me.

Mostly that I was toilet trained very late, it took a long time, and I didn't really want to.

I remember just being summer time and doing it in a group with two cousins all boys, must have been 3 or 4 at the time. I remember being bare from the waist down and the potty chair that looked like the big toilet but smaller .

I remember having two pottys 1 downstairs and 1 under my bed till the age 10 sill in nappies at night

My memories are pretty vague. The only one I recall was standing on a side walk on a pleasant sunny day in brown corduroy pants. The kind with elastic around the waist and no zipper. Anyways, I felt the urge to pee and let go. I remember being surprised when the wetness flowed down my legs instead of staying where I always felt wet in my diaper. It seemed to get cold really fast too. That was uncomfortable. Another mother talking to my Mom noticed my little performance and remarked something like "it looks like somebody had a little accident. I recall them giggling and Mom excusing herself to tale care of my little problem. There was never any discipline involved, just part of he learning process.

I must have had the old fashioned cloth training pants on underneath that I easily exceeded their capacity. I no doubt was returned to diapers and plastic pants during the night time. (just like now)....

My mom tried to potty train me when I was 2 1/2 but it didn't take. She stopped after two months and didn't try agin until I was 6. By that point my younger sister had already been trained and completely dry for a over a year while I was still pooping my pants. Needless to say this was a very embarrassing time for me.

My mother went to the bathroom in front of me when I was a baby. She often took us into the bathroom to learn about elimination. It was nothing to see her urinate and defecate on the toilet. She would say she was "making urine or a BM" and she taught us those terms and the word "toilet" when when were learning our first words when we were being changed. Wanting to be out of diapers and into thin silky panties like my mother made the transition fast and easy. Before two years of age I was completely out of diapers day and night.

I have no memories whatsoever.

I remember the painful pooping. Parents made me sit on toilet a long time. Wasn't allowed up to I used toilet. Time wise I think it could range from as little as 15 minutes to 1 hour.

We did have a potty I was probably trained on that.