Summary: Small boy learns to cope with potty problems. LITTLE MAN DONNY BEFORE MOMMY LINDA When I was twenty months old my real mommy started to potty train me even thought I was so small. She found extremely small Pull-ups for me to wear Size 1 but she had to refasten the pull-apart sides to adjust them small enough for my small body. At first she started to take me to the potty pull down my training pants sit me on my potty chair every hour but I was always wet so she started doing it every half hour. Soon after she started doing that all she had to do was tell me to go sit on my potty I would run to the potty to pee into it like a good boy. I was totally potty trained by the time of my second birthday. For my second birthday mom got me a big boy bed and a booster seat to eat at the table with her. Sense I always tried to keep my mommy happy I did just what she wanted me to do. I was now potty trained going to the potty every half hour peeing so mommy would be happy. On my second birthday I learned not to ever poop in my pants. Just after my breakfast I let poop go into my pants without thinking. When mom found out what I did she got mad. I was taken to my room where mom threw me onto my bed put me on a changing pad removed my messy Pull-up cleaned up my bottom. When my bottom was nice and clean mom put me over her knee and started to spank me so hard and kept spanking until I could not stop crying. From that spanking I learned that after I ate my meals I should run to the potty to make a poop in the potty not my pants so mommy would me happy, it was so much fun keeping mommy happy so I would not get another spanking. Along with my birthday presents of a big bed and booster seat mommy bought me some learn-to-read books and counting books. She started to teach me two hours a day at first then three then four hours as the days went by my toys started to disappear soon all I had was one toy truck. Mom told me toys are for babies that I was a big boy now I don�t need toys. On my third birthday I got more books and clothes. My room looked like an adult�s room, no toys, no pinups on the walls, just a school desk to study at. I did not think anything about it. I wanted mommy to be proud of me. I was learning fast I was reading at a fifth-grade level on my fourth birthday doing high school math. But my potty needs were still every half hour or less. I wore small Pull-ups all the time now because I thought that is what big boys wore. I never poop in my pants but I had wetting accidents when I could not get to the potty when we were out to the store or going some where in the car. When I turned four I had to start changing my own wet pants in the lady�s room with mommy watching. When I turn five I changed in the men�s room by myself. Mommy said big boys take care of their own wet pants if they still wet their pants. I still wet the bed every night. Mom did not mind, she just kept telling me to try harder next time. Every night mom would bathe me diaper me dress me in my one piece sleeper that zipped up the back. I wore size 1-T toddler until I turned seven so the laundry was no that much work for mommy. When I learned not to wet my bed she would let me dress myself at night. Until then she will diaper me just like a baby sense only babies wet their bed. At school I was teased all the time about my size. Even in kindergarten the kids called me the baby. They did not even know about my training pants problem but they still called me the baby. Our classroom had a potty at the back of the room, which made it easy for me to keep clean and dry. My first grade classroom even had the potty so that was no problem for me to keep dry. I did my school work separate from the other kids because I was so advanced doing sixth grade work in kindergarten. I would help the teacher teach the kids when they had problems. The other kids started to respect me more as I could help them read do math. My whole kindergarten class was doing advanced first grade work by the end of the school year. I lived across the street from my elementary school so I could go home for lunch. That was good because when I started going to second grade my potty needs were about the same as when I was two. I would end up wetting my training pants two or three times by lunchtime. I had only two or three leaks a week but no one saw them so my secret was safe. I could go home change so no one but mom would know. I would again wet two or three more time from lunch time to when we went home at the end of the day. When I had to go to Junior High School two blocks down the street the same thing happened with my potty problem. Mom was so pleased how well I was doing with my school work the fact I took care of my own wet pants she would over looked all the wettings. By now I wet every hour not every half hour I could go potty with the other kids during class changes. When I started ninth grade mom showed me how to diaper myself with size 6 Huggies at night she told me my bed wetting was now my problem. For the first time in my life I could wear sleepers that zipped up the front not the back. I was a real big boy now except for the Huggies. High School I wore size M Pull-ups to school I was exempt from gym class so my secret was still safe. I would have wet pants by the time I got home because I had to walk four blocks home. I had only one friend, my next door neighbor. He moved in my senior year of high school. He was small, too, but not as small as me. He also wet the bed just like me we had many sleepovers. We like to go out on the weekends with girls to have fun. Timmy was smart but I was doing college class work; he was doing 4.1 high school work. Tim found out about my daytime potty problem but he kept it a secret. He would help run interference when I had an accident. I could change my Pull-up while Tim kept the others occupied. We were close friends going out on dates with girls together, learning how to hide our problems. Tim�s mom was more understanding than my mom. She did not get mad at mistakes like my mom. If I spilled milk I had to clean it up and drink from a baby bottle for a week. If Tim spilled milk he had clean it up and that was it. If I spilled food I had to eat in a highchair for a week. If Tim spilled food he had to clean it up that is all-- no yelling, just clean up the mess. If I whined I had to suck a pacifier. If Tim whined his mom would just tell him to stop acting like a little boy. Tim�s mom would show him how to cook his food do laundry and house work. My mom did not show me anything but school work. When I went to college I was glad that Tim and I would be sharing and apartment together. I would have starved and had dirty clothes and living area with Tim helping me. He showed me how to do the things my mom should have shown me. He was my temporary mommy, making sure I was clean and fed. He made sure I wore my diapers to bed because he did not want the place smelling like pee. He could wear GoodNites because he just wet a little and not every night. I was soaked every morning and GoodNites leaked but Huggies kept me dry all night. I was a follower and Tim was a leader so I usually did what Tim told me to do. Even if Tim told me to go to bed early or wear a diaper when we would go out. I was a good boy and did not talk back. I was about 44� tall Tim was 59� tall and out weighed me by 50 pounds he weighed 95 pounds. He never was mean to me we got along so well because we like the same things, girls and food.