My Sitter

Between the ages of 7 and 10, I had a sitter that I really liked. Her name was Pam. She was a good friend of my mothers and had two kids of her own. They were boys, one not yet two, still in diapers, and one was 4 1/2 and still having accidents. There were a few times when they were over that her oldest would wet or mess his pants and I would notice her reaction. She would always scold him and sometimes pop him on the leg or bottom then grab an extra pair of training pants from her diaper bag and change him right there in the floor. She would continue to scold him while she changed him and ask him why he wouldn't go in the potty.

At that time, I was potty trained, but still had "accidents" too. One of the first few times she sat for me, I decided to test the waters. I needed to pee and I went in the bathroom and stood there and wet my pants. I was wearing light blue jeans and white briefs and I soaked myself and puddled the floor. Briefly, I was scared and didn't know what to do but I soon walked in to her. She immediately noticed I was wet. She asked what happened and I told her that I couldn't get my pants down. She was very understanding and didn't respond at all the way she did with her own son. She wiped me with baby wipes and put dry clothes on me.

A few months later she was sitting again and the week before, her oldest had poopy pants while we were all at Burger King. She had been really upset with him and we immediately left and went to her van so she could change him. I again took noticed and knew that I would have an "accident" next time she sat. I had already pooped in my pants twice that week  with mom and I knew she would be sitting. I needed to poop well befroe she arrived, but I waited. She had been at the house about 10 minutes and I went over behind a large sofa, out of her view. I squatted and tried to poop. I was nervous, so I couldn't at first, but soon I relaxed and felt poop fill my underwear. It sagged my pants down and worked its way up into my crotch. It was a big poop, bigger than the ones her oldest son had made in his pants. I stayed in "my spot" for a few minutes and the n sat down. My mess spread across my undies and I knew I'd have to have help changing.

I wet my pants while writing this story!

I walked up to her and touched her hip. She immediately smelled it and grabbed her diaper bag and laid her youngest son on the floor. She opened his diaper to find it clean. She called for her oldest son to "get over here". She checked his pants and then shook her head. She looked at me and asked me "Do you need to go to the potty?" I nodded yes and walked toward her. She pulled back the waistband of my pants and said "Oh my goodness" She took me in the bathroom and pulled my jeans down. She asked me "Why didn't you tell me you needed to go?" I kept silent. She began pulling down my underwear and said "You are eight years old...this is ridiculous" I looked down, my bottom lip sticking out, and saw a the big mess that I had made. After she removed my underwear, she told me to lie on my back and she pulled my legs up. She wiped me with baby wipes and then took out a washcloth and ran it under water in the sink...just like my mom did. She wiped me down and put clean clothes on me and scolded me again. "You have to tell me if you need to go"

When mom got home, Pam told her that I had "dirtied my britches" and mom wasn't surprised but apologized profusely. She gave me another talking to when Pam left. I continued to go in my pants until I was about 10. Pam sat for us again many more times and I pooped in my pants two or three more times. Her oldest son kept having accidents until he was almost seven, well after her youngest was completely potty trained.

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Feb 12, 2010