According to mom message boards, “poop phobia” is a real thing.
If in fact this is true, then Reese has it.
Since we began offering an M&M every time Reese went in the potty, we got her to go pee in the potty on a regular basis. I swear she can pee on command now, and the potty is now becoming something she sits on when she feels like a snack.
On occasion she will still go in her pull-up, and she still wears a diaper at night.
Number two however, is a different story. This is a gross post, just to warn you, but this is my life now.
Reese has gone number two in the potty maybe three times, and these times always involved sitting on the potty for long periods of time. Like 45 minutes. It also involved screaming and last-minute frantic pleas for a diaper. There is clearly a fear of going in the potty but I thought if she just did it once, she would see it wasn’t scary and she would be over it. Not so.
Every day during “rest time”, which would be more aptly named “take all the books out of the shelf and throw them on the floor, knock over your hamper and kick it across the room, jump on your bed, bang your cup on the wall repeatedly and throw blocks at the door” time, Reese does her “business.” It is not pretty. When rest time is over and I open her bedroom door, she often greets me with, “there’s poop on my back.”
If we miss rest time one day, then there is no numero dos. This is the only time she will do it; alone in her room, in her pull-up. I have even tried watching her on the monitor and when I think she is about to go, running upstairs and busting in to try to get her to the potty in time.
As I write this, I am realizing for the first time how creepy that sounds.
When I did this, she didn’t go for three more days. Pretty sure I made her feel that she wasn’t safe anywhere.
And so that is where we are with this.
I look forward to the days when there is no poop on anyone’s back but I know these are far off. In the mean time, if anyone has any ideas for dealing with this please let me know. I will try anything at this point.
Letters To Reesie 
Poor Jackie. I wish I had a magic wand for you and Reese. I know someday Reese will poop in the pot. I remember thinking one of mine would never get to go to school because of potty training refusal for what seemed like forever. But now I can’t even remember what made potty training work. it was probably nothing I did.. Good luck, Candy
At least she pees on it regularly! We are still working up to that part and Lucy now thinks it’s a game to say I need to use the bathroom and then run frantically to the potty, rip off her pants, sit for two seconds and say done!