Dear K.,
I'm the mother of 3 sons, 25, 22, and 17. First 2 toilet-trained within normal limits, but last one was terrified of bm in potty. He'd not go for 3 days, get cross, then have a massive bm that sort of hurt. I promised him there was nothing scary in the toilet (nothing would reach up and grab his bottom, no bugs, animals, etc.) and that his bm was just parts of food that his body couldn't use--just dirt. I assured him nothing he needed would accidentally fall in the toilet (his eye, his hand, his heart)--but only bm and I'd wait to flush the toilet until he was out of the room (did the sound scare him?). I'd sit him on the toilet (with the adaptor), give him books, stay there and visit w/him, play cassette music tapes--no help! Finally, we went to the kitchen cabinet and looked at all the cake and brownie mixes. I told Ethan that if he'd poop in the toilet, we'd celebrate w/a party! He could pick whichever cake he wanted, he could help me break the eggs & use the mixer, could pick the kind of icing, and there'd be presents! Within a week, he was withholding and I asked if his tummy hurt. He got this sick look on his face and said, "No, mommie, it's my heart!" (from the conversation about not losing anything important in the toilet, I guess!) I assured him that people have bm's every day and he needed to look at a book, relax, and let the poopy go in the toilet. He did from that day on, we baked an awesome chocolate cake, put candles on it, had presents to open and we have a great picture sequence in the photo album of the poopy party! L., school psychologist in OH