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Showing posts with label Tiger. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Why is it Embarrassing to Wet Your Pants?

 

This picture doesn’t have much to do with this blog, except that I like it, it features a bathroom, and it could direct you to my book Where Tigers Belch. On top of that I was born in the Chinese Year of the Tiger.

 

“I laughed so hard I wet my pants.”

Well, that’s allowed. It must have been a good joke.  But any other time, it’s embarrassing.

And nobody wants to be wet.

Most parents are patient in training their child to pee in the prescribed place, and not to soil their underwear. Yet somehow it became shameful to have an accident. I remember a poor little girl in my second grade who, standing at the front of the room, wet her pants, and as she was dressed in the required skirt, the entire class saw the water splatter. What frightened that little girl so badly it scared her bladder? The teacher was a nun, and we students couldn’t imagine a nun ever going to the bathroom. Every child in the room was happy it had not happened to them. I bet every child of that class remembers it to this day.

Then you wonder how the rocket launch of a baby going through the birth canal can leave all the cables intact. You know, before birth control, women were having 10 -12 maybe more babies. Babies were “Gifts from God,” but a fertile couple who had many children, were considered poor and uneducated. (And kept poor because of all the mouths they had to feed.) The pressures we put on women—like the rape/incest, no abortion/the two wrongs don’t make a right attitude.

I read that Eleanor Roosevelt, being Catholic, used staying away from her husband as a means to avoid another pregnancy. In the first decade of their marriage, Eleanor was pregnant five times, four within the first four years. She had six children. It took a heavy toll physically and emotionally. When one of their children died in infancy, Eleanor fell into such deep mourning that she later wrote of feeling a bitterness toward her husband for a time.

My dear dentist boss sent a dozen roses to his mother on his birthday as thanks for not stopping after 10 babies, for he was the 11th. And his mother was a little woman. I’m not saying that any person born should not be here.  I’m into choices.

But I was talking about incontinence—that is, lack of bladder control.

Why am I talking about incontinence? Well, it’s on my mind. And I am reading the book the Bath Room Key by Kathryn Kassai (A Physical Therapist) and Kim Perelli—that is information on strengthening the pelvic floor. If we can talk about religion, politics, traumas, fears, how to become better people, or how to become enlightened, a good How- to book would be How-To avoid Wet Pants. Plus we can learn not to laugh or ridicule a person who has a wetting accident; first, you scare them, and then you laugh at them. Ridicule is one of the most feared punishments.

In tribal times, ridicule often became ostracization. A person kicked out of the tribe, essentially became lion fodder. Same with wild horses. Their worst fear is being pushed out of the herd.  And that is why they can become herd-bound. It’s instinctual.

Isn’t it amazing that animals, especially dogs, can train their bladders to wait until the door opens for them to go outside?

Dogs of working people usually manage being indoors for eight hours. And a cat can hold it until he reaches the potty box.

Why is human lack of bladder control such a widespread problem? Although I have learned that it always has been to some degree, just hidden. Some African cultures send a woman to her own hut when she becomes incontinent because she has an odor. (Lack of water for cleanliness?)

It is predicted that in China, for this year 2025, adult diapers will outsell baby diapers.

Incontinence isn’t only a woman’s problem. Although men are more apt to tell their doctors they have a bladder problem sooner than women. Women, on average, hide incontinence for 8 years before telling their doctors. Women struggle with pads, waking numerous times in the night, frequent trips to the bathroom, mapping out where store bathrooms are, fearing or avoiding some social activities like dancing. Geesh, before babies, I could flip on a trampoline and ride a horse’s trot.

And then there was a boy in my peripheral family who was repeatedly struck with a belt or a rubber hose to beat the bed-wetting out of him. Don’t do that. Children aren’t wetting the bed out of laziness or disrespect. Shame and punishment don’t work. They can’t help it.

And gently teach your puppy. Don’t hit a puppy for accidents; show him outside. It takes learning to get the idea. And we can train our bladders to wait for a convenient time. (Well, some of us can.)

I’ve been reading The Bathroom Key by Kathryn Kassai (Physical therapist) and Kim Perelli, and I will put some information from it on my other website. https://goddesses50andbeyond.blogspot.com/

Bio-feedback might be a way to go. I will look into it. Probably, your doctor will tell you, “Do Kegels, Do Kegels,” until you are blue in the face. After my vision training experience where we exercise, do the drills, and be faithful to our routines, still, until we FEEL what is happening, we don’t make the mind/body connection.

More to come on this.

Monday, August 8, 2022

Happy Chinese Year of The Tiger

 

I couldn't believe it. One day in a wooded area behind a motel giving Gabe, my Rottweiler, his morning potty break, I came face to face with a TIGER. Really, in Redbluff, California, A TIGER?

It was small for a tiger, I guess big for a "Jungle Cat." That's what his owner called out to my exclamation, "What's that?" The Jungle Cat was striped like a tiger, about ocelot sized, and bigger than Gabe. 

Luckily the Jungle Cat was on a leash, and luckily Gabe was digging in the bushes and didn't see him. And I beat feet out of there with Gabe in tow before he saw the cat.

Well, that was an adventure. Surprises come with adventures. If we know what's going to happen, it's a vacation.

So, here, it appears that my Money Newsletter is an adventure.

I had set it up for twelve weeks, twelve issues, and then SCREECH!

I thought, if I'm on a roll, I don't want the rest of the information dribbled out over 12 weeks. The value of information is in keeping one's energy high and motivation higher. That way, we will have results instead of, well, there's another do-it-yourself piece of work. 

And, we pay for information because it's a service that saves us time. That way, you don't have to read the twelve books I have read. I've gone shopping, gathered the ingredients, and baked it up in a pie. 

Want a taste?

We’ve gone through tough times. The last two years—or has it been three, have knocked us out of our everyday life, separated us, and made us even more fearful. Some have lost their jobs, and others have decided they hate theirs and resigned. 

Over the past three years, we had death hanging over our heads and famine in the wings. So, what did we do? We hoarded toilet paper. Many became disenchanted with the medical system and the education system. Global warming made us fear for the planet and added guilt that our lifestyles may have caused it. We developed gulfs in our families over these issues that became political. We have become afraid to mention some subjects to new friends and lost some old friends because of things we did say. 

After watching the Oregon lottery grow to One Billion Dollars, I saw how many thought that money would save them or, at least, solve one problem—that of not having enough.

Why Talk about money?

It's where we live and how we feel about money and respond to it is fundamental to our having it. We want to know How to Get Rich, and we want it NOW. At least I do.

So, my Newsletter has morphed into a course. I guess I will call it a course for want of a better name. It will be in modules instead of Newsletters, and it will be complete in one sitting. Still 12 bucks, still 12 modules.  

Modules, okay, I'll call them modules.

I figured if I laid out a module on a table and said, plunk a buck in the cup and take a module, people would. One Dollar a module. Uh, worth it. How to Get Rich? I'd pick it up.

Only I can't call it that. The working title is Money Talk. When the course is complete, I will send up a smoke signal, or better, a notice via the Internet. 

I'm telling you the price upfront because I hate infomercials where I listen to some supposed "expert" spend a half hour giving me information—or I have to read 3 feet of content before I find out what they are selling and for how much.

I will serve up a good heaping of How to Get Rich for a nominal fee, for chances are you aren't rich yet. (If you are, slip some greenbacks under my door, or better yet, feed someone who needs a good meal.)

However, Let's Get Rich (or richer) together.

But, ah, [toe in sand] the course complete yet.