Sticky Stool

Not quite appropriate material for dinner conversation but somehow it is befitting that i honour the first time i scraped poo off a child's underpants with an entry.

Over the last 3 1/2 years at work, i had been bitten, scratched, punched, and kicked, on top of having to wipe drool, change diapers, and even mope up urine when a child 'shee shee' in my therapy room upon occasions. I guess that's part and parcel of work. Occasionally, the highlights as well because it made my work life quite interesting. A couple of times, the child also 'poo-pooed' but usually i just needed to bring the child back to the teacher or caregiver who will take care of the ermm.. 'problem'.

However, it didn't quite happen that way on monday morning when i brought a 4yr old to my therapy room. He was doing quite well in therapy until i suddenly realized that his pants 'looked' wet. I checked the mat, the chair and the carpet for the tell-tale puddle but didn't find any. Fearing the worse, i brought him back to the classroom only to find it empty and the rest of the class (plus teacher) is nowhere to be found.

In the end, i brought him to the toilet and took off his pants only to find a HUGE lump of stool stuck right to his underpants. It wasn't the runny sort nor the hard kind, it was sticky, similar to the constitunency of clay. Thank god i had a blocked nose and couldn't smell anything. By the time i took off his pants, there were stool on his underpants, legs and shoes. Luckily, most caregivers usually pack along an extra pants and underwear for such emergencies. So i left the dear boy who was quite oblivious to what's happening with another teacher who was there with her students at the toilet and ran to get his bag.

I showered him and changed his clothes before proceeding to try and ermm.. scrap the stool from his underpants and shoes before i wash them. The boy was quite happy by this time, after he was cleaned and dressed while i was busy trying not to think too much scrapping stool from his pants into the toilet. Then i washed the underpants, shorts and shoes while trying to keep the boy away from the sink where he was happily splashing water onto himself. These are the days when i wish i had an extra pair of hands because i had to almost stick out one leg to block him from the sink, while i scrubbed his pants with my hands. It took a bit of coordination but when i finally delivered the boy back to class, he was very happy and looked quite presentable.

Not quite the glamourous idea of what a psychologist do eh? Actually, all those pre-conceived notions i had before i started work are almost, if not all, demolished. But it is not too bad doing this... it only became quite sad when scrapping sticky poo off underpants was the best thing that happened to me on monday. Ah well... i always knew i much rather be with kids who is not toilet-trained than stuck in a meeting with adults who are busy trying to push away blame and responsibilities from themselves.