Autism & parenting for the kinky-minded

Then one day he decided to experiment with more organic media.  He began using his own poo to paint with.  He painted the walls.  He painted the furniture.  He smeared it into the carpet and rubbed it all over his toys.  He even daubed it on himself, taking special delight (it seemed) in working it into his hair.  Now this is pretty normal, right?  At least, that's what the pediatrician, other parents, etc and so on would assure me when I mentioned it.

But my son?  He did this not once or twice but three or four times a day.

EVERY day.

For about SIX MONTHS.

I spent hours every day literally scrubbing the shit out of things.  Ever tried to get half-dried poop out from between the prongs of a lego?  I recommend avoiding it if at all possible.

This was before we even knew about his autism, which wasn't diagnosed until he entered first grade.  And yet, somehow, I managed NOT to murder anybody.  There have been other rough times, and I'm sure will be more to come, but that was certainly the {ahem} crappiest.

In my life as a domme I've been approached by lots of guys with ass fixations.  A fair few of these have fantasies of being turned into my "human toilet". But after this sort of life experience I'm sure you can understand why anything to do with scat is a firm limit of mine.

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