A delicate condition

My toilet training started in earnest when I was close to three years old, and like many little boys I was initially taught to wee sitting down. So when the time came to be taught to stand to urinate, I would still have my shorts and pants around my ankles and stand bare-bottomed in front of the toilet. This is something you occasionally see at the urinals in public toilets to this day, of course.

It was about this time that my mum began to suspect that something was physically wrong with me. I would often splash the rim of the toilet or wet the floor with my urine and on quite a few occasions I managed to wet my pants too.

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