I would have to say that the monumental task of potty training 2 autistic children (who are certainly well past toddler-hood) is akin to stabbing yourself in the heart with a plastic spork .
Sam is 7 and wears diapers.
Noah is 5 and wears diapers.
This is the reality of raising children with autism.
Potty training is sucking the life right out of me.
And I just started.
Actually, I have tried this many many times over the past few years.
But now we have reached crisis level need for a potty intervention.
MY 5 YEAR OLD THINKS HIS PENIS IS A FIRE HOSE!
Noah is pulling his manhood up out of his diaper and literally spraying down the walls, carpet, beds, bed linens, and furniture at every possible chance.
Thankfully we own a carpet steamer but the carpet is now wet from piss or from being cleaned 18 hours out of every day.
and it STINKS.
So, all weekend long I had my handy-dandy kitchen timer set to go off every 30 minutes to train me to put his happy butt on the potty.
It seems the only one being trained here is ME!
Out of over 25+ visits to the potty this weekend we have had roughly 8 successful pees in the potty. We have also had approximately 6 unsuccessful whizzes on the carpet at moments when said pisser was not in my direct line of sight.
I am truly at a loss here.
I don't remember signing on for this.
I always knew potty training would be part of raising children and I accepted that.
However, today is one of those days when I hold my hands up to the sky and whisper, 'WHY?'
I'd love an answer. From God, from you, from anyone.
And I'd also like a vacation.
