Once upon a time, Wilma had never pooped in a toilet. She had one poop a day in her pullup— usually at nighttime after I put her to bed in her nighttime pullup. Life was calm. As calm as life could be with two autistic five year olds.
Wilma turned six and her school nurse suggested I take her to a GI doc to rule out physical problems. Was her encopresis PHYSICAL? EMOTIONAL? IMMATURITY? Who knew? So I figured the GI doc would find nothing wrong and life would go back to the usual. She just wasn’t ready to toilet train. okidokee.
GI doc did an xray. Despite Wilma pooping at least once a day (nice normal sized ones), she was backed up to her eyeballs. I agreed to a cleanout. She pooped like CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYY for a weekend but then on the maintenance meds she was at three to four poops a day. ok, that was do-able. Until it was five to six poops a day. Then up to ten poops a day. On the maintenance dosages.
So we went back to the GI doc Friday. He wanted us to do cleanouts EVERY weekend for the next three months. He wants to re-train the neurofibers in her anus or some ridiculous sounding bunk like that. He did not suggest a rectal biopsy to rule out Hirschsprungs or a scope. He simply wants to INCREASE the meds. I was in shock, but agreed. Oh Lordy Lordy. Friday night I gave her his recommended dosages. Saturday she pooped 14 times. That’s 14 pullups, people, at 70 cents per pullup. Today, Sunday, she pooped another 14 times. Might have been 15. I lost count. Her body cannot be enjoying this. I am going CRAZY. He’s got to give me money for all these pullups, some respite care, and dammit, I want HIM to change her for a day and see if he still thinks this is the route to take!
He increased the maintenance meds too. hah. After 30 poops in 48 hours, my husband and I agreed– NO MEDS TONIGHT. As it is, even with no meds tonight we have no chance in heck of her being able to leave the house tomorrow– trust us– there will be another 8-12 tomorrow! It’s president’s day so no school, but we’ll just sit at home playing games, coloring, reading, and changing pullups.
I’ll call the doc— NO WAY am I putting her through this anymore. He needs to jump straight to a rectal biopsy or a scope, OR I need to stop going down this road and forget about toilet training her for another year or two.
It’s heartbreaking to have a fully verbal, cognitively aware, “HIGH FUNCTIONING” six year old NEVER defecate in a toilet, but I think it’s even more heartbreaking to allow poop to rule our lives in the name of “maybe this will teach her anal neurofibers”.
Hirschsprungs? EE? If this is a physical problem, what’s your diagnosis, fellow moms? At this point it’s pretty obviously a physical problem. Despite her severe adhd and her autism, she can speak paragraphs about where poop is supposed to go and she IS able to put her urine there. She cheers her brother on through his poops and flushes for him. She watches me poop. She totally gets it. I don’t think she’s cognitively perfect, but THIS—- SHE GETS IT. But her body doesn’t. I can’t believe it’s just her hypotonia either. I don’t know anyone with hypotonia like THIS.
SO SICK of wiping her butt.
And for all of you wondering—- if she’s so high functioning, why not just put her in a Jewish day school with a one on one aide—— here’s your answer. How many day schools are obligated to change a six year old? Public school HAS to take her.