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Even though my parents almost never took any of the family to church, I was still raised in a very sheltered and puritanical environment. My only sister was years older than me and therefore able to hide knowledge from me. Perhaps she told me that that "girls don't poop" as I see numerous others on this site have been told, at an age when I was too young to retain a specific memory of it. But even if the memory wasn't tangible of it's origin, I too certainly got the idea that girls don't poop. Believe it or not, that was a belieef I never questioned until high school, and never got any clarity about for quite some years thereafter. One day in my first year in high school I heard some sarcastic boys that I didn't much trust telling a story that mentioned a girl "shitting". Perplexed, I couldn't help but ask something about that, to the effect that "girls don't do that, do they?" (I don't remember my exact words.) In any events, the responses I got mainly made me regret asking, consisting mostly of derisive laughter and ridiculing. One guy did tell me that girls poop just the same as boys do, but there was no clear indicarion but what he was being as derisive as the rest. I wondered, after all, do boys really know for sure? I was finding that I apparently didn't. I started thinking how nice it would be if I could find out from some girl that I could trust. The only girl I could imagine daring ask was a very nice, but very popular "upperclasssman". I more or less had a hopeless "crush" on this girl. I decided if I could just get her to enlighten me about this matter, I could be more content and make my joy of know her everything that it possibly could be. I didn't dare start out askig her, "Hey Kathy, is it true what I just heard, that girls poop exactly the same as boys do?" So, to break the ice, I started out telling her that I'd always heard that boys and girls "go to the bathroom" differently, and I understood how they pee differently, so she need not try to explain THAT. At that point she gave a resounding response of "Yeah, Wayne, Girls are different! NO SHIT!". That was in a tone as if to end all argument about it, so it seemed, and that stopped me dead in my tracks. Having no previous knowledge of "No shit" as a figurative expression, I could only think she'd confirmed what I'd assumed for years. So I could only go on believing more of the same. Only years later did I begin to piece together with her response what I'd grown to understand of the figurative meaning of "No shit!", understanding at last that Kathy might have had only the best intentions of setting things straight for me and that I might have had a chance back then of continuing the inquiry and learning the truth from her, if only I had understood what she was meaning by "No shit!"
When I was about six or seven I wouldn't ever read any of those celebrity magazines while going to the bathroom. Fearing that they could see me through the paper. Haha, what an odd belief.
I grew up in Tennessee. The first out-of-state trip I remember being taken on as a child was to Virginia, where I got diarrhea. For what seemed like the longest time thereafter, I thought that meant that people in different states pooped differently, the more solid poop I was used to being the kind peoiple did in Tennessee and the diarrhea-like type being what people in Virginia did. I never questioned that until one scary day when I got diarrhea back home in Tennessee.
i used to think that every time ya went to the toilet you had to grab your butt and make that sound that guns make to reaload and that you had to say ''fire the cannons'' unfortunatly someone was there when i did that oooooooooooooopppppppppppppppppppppssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(
my mom told me that once when i was 3 i walked in on my dad peeing. well then i ran out of the bathroom screaming, "mommy! mommy! daddys peeing out of his nose!!!" my mom still makes fun of me.
When I was a little girl, a playmate once told me that it is a sin to poop on Sundays. I believed it for the longest time. There were times when I really tortured myself trying to hold back a "BM" on Sundays, and even a few times I remember shitting my pants trying to do so. Even now as a grownup, there are occasions when an urge to poop comes on late enough Sunday night that I'll try to hold it back until after midnight!
I used believe that girls poo looked smells different from boys poo until I saw my sister having a poo.
When I was 19, I was asked to take a little 3-year-old boy to the bathroom. I got very embarassed and said I couldn't, I didin't know how boys go to the bathroom.
Sad to say I was sexually active, I had just never seen a man go to the bathroom and was unclear as to whether he pooped out of his penis. How dumb!
I once heard my mother say of a certain popular movie star that she "thought her shit didn't stink". I found that baffling, as I must have thought until then that movie stars certainly wouldn't have to poop. But that got me to thinking that maybe movie stars poop just like you and I do after all. Still, I thought, concerning the glamorous movie stat that my mother referred to, that surely, If SHE ever had to poop, it was hard to imagine that hers WOULD stink.
When I was young, my mother always asked if we had had a 'BM'. As I got older I couldn't magine what it meant, so I juts figured it meant Body Manure. It wasn't until I had a baby at 23 that I figured it out ( in the hospital) that was bowel movement.
I used to believe that, while relieving myself, I could flush before I was done and finish sooner. My puny brain rationalized it this way: ue to some obscure cosmicaw, I must be done before the flushing cycle is finished, so if I flush early, it only stands to reason that my voiding would then speed up to accomodate finishing before the flush.
I used to beleive that when you went to the bathroom to poo, there was a litle western saloon-style door that was guarded by two small workers and that when you were above the bowl and ready to release, they would simply stand aside, stop holding the swinging doors and that gravity did the rest.
I used to believe that whenever I peed clear urine (i.e., when I was well-hydrated) that this was sperm.
When I was younger I didn't realize that women had three different holes. I just figured that you had one hole that open and closed at intervals depending on your need. I believed this until 5th grade, and after learning the truth I was disgusted that I could have ever thought otherwise..
When I was little, I was wondering how girls peed, so I asked my mom, and she told me that girls peed out of their butts. I believed this for a few years, until I was 8, when I was at a female friend's house, and I said something that revealed this belief. She told me that this was false, and although she wasn't at all scornful, I was horribly embarrassed. Later that day, I asked my mom about it, and she said that girls pee out of their vaginas.
This, of course, is also false.
I learned the truth from internet porn when I was 12.
Probably up until the age of about five, I thought that if I did not ask my mum for permission to go to the bathroom, I would literally not be able to go. Whenever I had to pee, I would have to run and find her and ask, "Can I go to the bathroom?" to which she would always give me a rather confused, "Of course." This led to trouble if I was over at a friend's house - no matter how much I had to pee when I was there, I never would. My mum wasn't there to give me permission, so I thought I had to hold it until I got home! Thankfully I never had an accident because of this, but it was a close call a few times.
when i was in kindergarten i used to believe that girls donīt wee..because everytime i saw a girl on toilet she was in the same position as i was when pooing... so i thought that girls just poo and never wee...
I used to believe that if you weed your pants, an alarm would go off and everyone would know you did it.
I used to believe that if you did a wee on an electric fence, you would be electricuted. I shouldn't have watched Ren and Stimpy....
My brother used to believe that boys and girls had the same "private parts". At the same time I used to believe that boys NEVER touched their "thingy" when going to the bathroom; that would be gross. He was about 9 and I was 6. I would never wash my hands after I went to the bathroom because I never got them really dirty or anything and I didn't touch anything disgusting. My brother, however, had to use his hands to hold his penis and so he always washed his hands. He was disgusted with me. "Don't your hands ever get sticky?" he asked me. I was so confused. I thought he used some special type of toilet paper that was like Silly Putty that would be pink, strechy, and wet. o_0