My friend's adopted son used to do this. After a few days of pleading and cajoling he would finally visit the bathroom, but mum had to stand outside the door and offer cries of encouragement.
When my son graduated from potty to loo I had to stand in front of him so that he could clasp my legs, and gently push down on the top of his head (on request) as though I had access to a magic button. These antics went on for weeks, but I figured it would be worth it in the long run. It was. He is not afraid of the toilet goblin as I was. Every trip would involve a mental battle of wills to keep the hand from dragging me down. And since girls have to sit down for everything it was quite a fight, although not as bad as the ones I used to have with the soldiers under the sheet at the foot of my bed. I blame it on my Asperger's :)
My friend's adopted son used to do this. After a few days of pleading and cajoling he would finally visit the bathroom, but mum had to stand outside the door and offer cries of encouragement.
When my son graduated from potty to loo I had to stand in front of him so that he could clasp my legs, and gently push down on the top of his head (on request) as though I had access to a magic button. These antics went on for weeks, but I figured it would be worth it in the long run. It was. He is not afraid of the toilet goblin as I was. Every trip would involve a mental battle of wills to keep the hand from dragging me down. And since girls have to sit down for everything it was quite a fight, although not as bad as the ones I used to have with the soldiers under the sheet at the foot of my bed. I blame it on my Asperger's :)