Being a father is wonderful, but there has been some things along the way which I haven’t been able to deal with very well. I figured I might talk about a few of those things.

I have a little boy, and when he was toilet training he first sat down to avoid accidents. Soon he was completely toilet-confidant and it was time to teach him how to aim properly while standing to pee. Bang, instant hatred for my own body (again).

Most other father’s in this situation would simply be able to lead by example. I didn’t want to use my stp in order to demonstrate how one aims and stands, as I tend to have a hard time pissing in front of anyone let alone a very curious little toddler.
I guess to K, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I talked him through it and he learnt without demonstration….

For me it was monumental. Catastrophic. I can’t accurately articulate the thoughts that were echoing through my mind for weeks after that happened, but it’s one of thousands of nuances that cisgendered men wouldn’t have to deal with.

K, my Wife and I go camping frequently. Whenever I need to piss, I make sure to go as far away from view as I can so K doesn’t see me. I have a good stp, but the color isn’t perfect and I don’t want to have to deal with explaining what it is or why I have to use it.

Now that I’ve written this, it doesn’t seem particularly helpful or whatever.