I was first confronted with squat elimination when I went to India for my 1st 20o-hour teacher training. Although there was porcelain, the commode was not more than a hole in the ground with groves suggestive of foot placement.
It took some getting used to and, when I returned to the states, I was quite happy to have an actual seat to sit on. That is, unless I am in a port-o-potty. If one must go in these stink-houses, one must NOT touch the seat.
A short time after the India trip, theMAN saw an ad for the Squatty Potty, claiming to aid in easier and more complete elimination in a more natural way. He was immediately sold on it.
I, however, was a little resistant until…