I once knew a woman who have her newborn a laxative if the baby didn't poop that day. I was in high school and apparently, out of all the grown-ups she told this too, I was the only one who told her to leave that poor child alone because not all human beings shit every single day.
Considering how many crazy people I've apparently met to serve as mother-role-models, it's a wonder I ever had a kid of my own. Like the woman who insisted that I make sure the tv was on in her baby's room when he went to sleep--to the god channel. I flipped it to cartoons. Funny, she never had me babysit for her again.
Or the little fat fucker who was 4 and still in a diaper. Would shit himself if he didn't get his way. Kind of kid who would take bites out of all the chocolate in the house and put it back. If you told him, "no," he had a tantrum and shit himself. I gave him his first (and probably ONLY) spanking and made him clean his own mess. He never pulled that on me again. Parents were so surprised at how well he behaved when I was around.
And just so ya'll know, it's not like I went out of my way to babysit. I HATED it! Everyone just figured that because I have a vagina, I should babysit and they made me come watch their kids, guilt me into feeling ungrateful if I didn't because I must be spoiled if I'm turning down money. I didn't know diddly about changing diapers until I had my own kid. Never gave a bottle to anyone, nothing. No one taught me how. They just wheedled my foster mother into making me come over, let me in the door, assumed I was a responsible adult (at age 12 and until I was 16) and left for the night. And I'm not talking irresponsible dirty white trash parents either. People are CRAZY.
Odd that the ad mentions opiates and narcotics for what I can only assume as laxative use, since both have the exact opposite effect.
The artwork shows the girl modestly bowing her head as she greets her male guests, thus proving one may use a laxative, yet present a demure, maidenly appearance.
"The Family Laxative: A family that poops together . . ."
I remember my grandma bitching to my mom, who was in her 30s by then, that my mom and one of my uncles had too large stools that clogged the plumbing and how she would make them take laxatives. It's once thing if you're forcing meds down your kid for "health," but another if it's to save your plumbing.
My mother's thing was enemas. Every time I got anything more than a sniffle, out came the apparatus. Needless to say, I worked really hard to hide sickness!
OH GOD I remember getting an enema (funny how that's only one letter different than "enemy") when I'd been constipated for about two weeks or so. (Warning: do not read this next part if you are eating, have just eaten, or plan to eat within the next hour) I don't remember if I already felt nauseated, or if it was caused by the enema itself, but I ended up purging chunky liquids very rapidly out of both ends at once. Fun times!
There is something to be said about avoiding constipation... it is unhealthy and can cause more severe problems. I know withholding purposefully can mess up how those functions work, my grandmother didn't want to walk the mile or so to go to the outhouse during the day (she lived and worked on a farm), so she went days without eliminating anything. There are also a lot of kids who become scared of having a poop after a bad experience so they start withholding to the point that it becomes impacted and they have to have surgery to remove it.
It may seem bizarre the obsession with laxatives, but there is actual medicinal fact behind the 'one poop a day' guideline.
Oh god. I'm having flashbacks of my mother giving me suppositories and/or Ex-Lax when I was 3 or 4 because she thought I was constipated, simply because I hadn't gone in a day. For the record, I wasn't; my bowels just move on their own time, thankyouverymuch. Believe me, 24+ years later I am still hurt that she tricked me into taking Ex-Lax by saying it was regular chocolate! *shakes head* Why are parents so adept at messing up their kids' lives?
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Date: 2011-03-05 10:17 pm (UTC)jeez already....
(oops - guess that makes me too modest, eh?) O_o
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Date: 2011-03-05 10:30 pm (UTC)I was in high school and apparently, out of all the grown-ups she told this too, I was the only one who told her to leave that poor child alone because not all human beings shit every single day.
Considering how many crazy people I've apparently met to serve as mother-role-models, it's a wonder I ever had a kid of my own.
Like the woman who insisted that I make sure the tv was on in her baby's room when he went to sleep--to the god channel. I flipped it to cartoons. Funny, she never had me babysit for her again.
Or the little fat fucker who was 4 and still in a diaper. Would shit himself if he didn't get his way. Kind of kid who would take bites out of all the chocolate in the house and put it back. If you told him, "no," he had a tantrum and shit himself. I gave him his first (and probably ONLY) spanking and made him clean his own mess. He never pulled that on me again. Parents were so surprised at how well he behaved when I was around.
And just so ya'll know, it's not like I went out of my way to babysit. I HATED it! Everyone just figured that because I have a vagina, I should babysit and they made me come watch their kids, guilt me into feeling ungrateful if I didn't because I must be spoiled if I'm turning down money. I didn't know diddly about changing diapers until I had my own kid. Never gave a bottle to anyone, nothing. No one taught me how. They just wheedled my foster mother into making me come over, let me in the door, assumed I was a responsible adult (at age 12 and until I was 16) and left for the night. And I'm not talking irresponsible dirty white trash parents either. People are CRAZY.
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Date: 2011-03-05 10:42 pm (UTC)The artwork shows the girl modestly bowing her head as she greets her male guests, thus proving one may use a laxative, yet present a demure, maidenly appearance.
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Date: 2011-03-05 10:49 pm (UTC)I was wondering about that myself!
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Date: 2011-03-06 12:30 am (UTC)I remember my grandma bitching to my mom, who was in her 30s by then, that my mom and one of my uncles had too large stools that clogged the plumbing and how she would make them take laxatives. It's once thing if you're forcing meds down your kid for "health," but another if it's to save your plumbing.
My mother's thing was enemas. Every time I got anything more than a sniffle, out came the apparatus. Needless to say, I worked really hard to hide sickness!
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Date: 2011-03-06 02:07 am (UTC)It may seem bizarre the obsession with laxatives, but there is actual medicinal fact behind the 'one poop a day' guideline.
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