My son was 3 when he was diagnosed with Autism! I wasn’t really surprised he was the most adorable baby but he didn’t cry much and he never looked at objects when they made sounds! But man oh man was his father so PISSED! He called it a disease. But I knew our lives would be completely different than we anticipated.
So after there dad left us I was here raising the boys in my own! My mom played a huge part in that. My so became stronger and started to walk and grow but the one thing I couldn’t get him out of was the damn diapers!
I was struggling trying to find and buy size xl diapers or pull ups every week! I tried the old “Cheerio trick” where you throw the, into the toilet and they aim for them. But he thought they were for eating which they are and went to grab for them!
It was hard as all his class mates were not having this problem.
Until one day when another mom of one his classmates told me that he might have separation anxiety. Omg why the hell didn’t I think of this? I was so happy but also felt like I did something wrong with my son. Did I cause his anxiety? Was it to much pressure? I’m the worst mom…EVER!
So that night we went home and I gave him his shower and I showed him the potty training seat I had. I let him hold it (brand new) and he loved it. It had a soft top where his little butt would sit and he sat on that thing every where for a week. In his booster seat, at the dinner table, and even to bed!
He was excited for this seat. So I showed him where it sits at when he needs to go to the bathroom. The toilet! The one thing I was dreading to show him. As before he would kick me and scream so loud the neighbors would be concerned.
I put the seat down he sat and he smiled at me and then peed!
It was the proudest day of my life at that point ! He did it! And although it took a few more weeks to get him completely out of those diapers he was so thrilled to be a big boy!
Messy Mom Life 