clogged up
turtleheading at the buffet
Had a crazy turtlehead experience the other day...a turtlehead of course being when a big turd sticks slightly out then goes back in again. I'm a bigger guy, and I really like to load up on heavy, delicious foods. I love cheese and carbs, and because of this, it's normal for me to go over a week without a bowel movement. My latest trip to the buffet was no exception - it was about six or seven days since i last pooped, and I was feeling really bloated and heavy. I had spent the last few days at home being really lazy and just eating to my hearts content, enjoying the growing full feeling. The gas got really bad too. Every few minutes, my packed butt would release a room-filling silent deadly fart that stank so bad. You can really tell from the stink of the gas that my butt is full of pounds of old, hard poop. I decided to take a trip my favorite buffet during the middle of the day...that way, the place is almost empty and I can load up on plate after plate in peace, and not worry about making anyone gag with the stink of my gas. It was basically surrounding me like a brown cloud all the time at that point. I waddled up to the buffet ready for an afternoon of gluttony, and loaded my first plate. After a few more plates, I had a massive attack of cramps and gas at the buffet, followed by the heavy pressure of a week-old log bearing down on my sphincter. Nothing unusual at this point...I just stopped in the middle of the walk back to my table and clenched, waiting for the log to move back up like it had so many times before. I thought I was in the clear, and sat down to being devouring my food.Then, all of a sudden, it was like my butt muscles gave out...I had a huge cramp, then spurted some pee into my briefs. I felt my huge mega-turd moving slowly but surely out of my puckering hole. Tried so hard to suck it back, but the pressure was too strong. I was going to have an accident...I panicked. Then, the log stopped against my chair. My poophole was stretched wide, with what felt like a baseball-thick, knobby log sticking an inch our two out, held firmly in place by the chair. I wasnt sure what to do at this point, so naturally I finished my plate of food with the turtlehead sticking out. I discreetly reached down under my butt and pushed against the hard bulge in the seat of my pants, slowly and painfully forcing the rock-solid turd back in. The log felt like a bunch of rocks fused together, and was completely dried out...it only ended up leaving a dark brown, chalky smudge in my tighty whities. With that accident averted, I stayed for another hour or so at the buffet, being very very careful to start clenching really early whenever another round of poop urges came up. I thought about pooping when I got home, but being the lazy guy I am, just laid down and started eating instead! Has anyone else had a turtlehead experience like this?Thunder
Post Title (optional)Incontinence
For a few days I had bladder problems...I felt as though I needed to wee , but not too bad, then a sudden urgency and I would wet myself...but it was OK because I was wearing incontinence undies...I was constipated during that time and when constipated I get bad skid marks...I find my bladder is much worse when I am constipated.
Has anybody had similar issues???J.A.G
Today's business
As I thought, today was very eventful toilet-wise. I woke up at 7:30 and almost immediately needed to go and relieve myself. I had the squirts for about 10 minutes and completely stank up the bathroom - and little did I know that my poor mother was about to come in and have a shower before leaving for work! Fortunately I'd sprayed a lot of air freshener, but I still apologised profusely to her when I realised that she was probably going to know all about what I'd done. She really is so kind, because all she said was, "Don't worry. That's what bathrooms are there for, aren't they?" Thank goodness she was so accepting! I'd have been very embarrassed if she wasn't.
Just after 11, after I'd had a sandwich and a cup of tea, I had to go again. This time it wasn't as bad because it was a bit less messy, but it definitely wasn't solid and there was a lot of it. I hoped that it would soon settle, and for a while it did, but I've since been twice more and am anticipating going again after dinner (which I'm about to have). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that tomorrow will be better!
J.A.GMina
horrible story
I had horrible experience on Sunday. Maho came to stay my flat. We had dinner and took bath, then we decide to open computer and look at toiletstool site with drinking beer.
I chose random number of old post, I thought maybe 1633 is good number, I don't know reason. But before you look, I give warning, this story is very horrible story. Please read only if you are strong.
I went down the page, ad found word, "Catholic". I said to Maho, "Catholic like you!" because Maho is Catholic. So I start. It was school story, a girl called Sarah Jo couldn't do motion in morning because too much hurry to not be late, but in class her bottom got impatient and suddenly she did motions in panties. Well, we saw this type story before in this site.
But the teacher, her name was Sister Catherine, she was monster!! She came to Sarah Jo with angry face and said, when you behave bad behaviour in my class, you know what is happen?" And all class said, "paddle!" I looked up paddle in dictionary, it is oar for boat,and I said Maho, "I don't enjoy this story." Maho said, "shall we stop?" I said, "No, I go on, I don't want to be coward."
Sister Catherine said to Sarah Jo, "I hit you 50 times! Bend down and show dirty bottom to class!" So Sarah Jo showed bottom, and then Sister Catherine hit and hit and hit on bottom, and Sarah Jo so shocked she did wee, Sister hit her more.
And at point of "show bottom", I began cry. And when 50 times, I cry more and more and big voice. Maho said, "Stop story!" But I said "you don't want hear?" Maho said, "I worry about you Mina!" I said, "I don't want to be coward! This story has happy end maybe!"
But story didn't have happy end. Sarah Jo had trauma and now she is bowel incontinence! I cry more and more. Maho didn't cry. She is strong woman. Mina is weak and stupid. Maho hold my hand and put my head against her breast. And caress.
I said to Maho, "stomach hurts. I go to loo and do a diarrhoea." Maho said, "not good to read this story." But I said, "I don't regret. Sometimes it is good to have shock. I want to be compassion girl." and Maho helped me to go to loo and I bared bottom and sat down and bottom burst at once. Then bururururururu in loo many times. Maho still hold my head to her breast and caress and say quiet words to console. I said her, "I'm OK" but loo water made another burururururu noise at same time.
After maybe ten minutes Maho said, "can you be alone two minutes? I want to make tea, you have to drink because you lose water with wee and diarrhoea and crying tears." "I said, "I didn't finish beer" but Maho said, tea is better now. beer later. So I said OK, my bottom said burururururu and Maho went to kitchen.
A bit later she came back with tea and I greeted her with burururururu noise. She said, "drink this tea on loo." I drank, and gave big burururururu, and said Maho, "I soon empty I think. I sorry, to give you such a trouble!" Maho said, "Not trouble! I love you, you do anything how you like!" ("I love you" words she said in English, rest in Japanese.) I did some more little bururururus and then finish. Maho still caress my head.
I washed bottom and then Maho did wee and we flush, and back to kitchen, and Maho said, "better not drink beer. I also not drink. We nearly finish anyway, only little beer in glass!" which it was true. So we drank tea.
I said, "Sister Catherine very very brutal bad woman. Bad bad BAD woman. I hate!! Maho, in Catholic school always like this?" Maho said, "I think never like this, only Sister Catherine maybe. In my school never such thing was happened. But of course I don't know all school. But my teachers say always, Catholic church teach compassion. So Sarah Jo's school very strange."
I said, "Poor Sarah Jo. And even now she has bowel incontinence!" And began to cry again, but soon stop, and said to Maho,"Mina is stupid to cry. I don't cry any more. It can not help Sarah Jo, if I cry." Maho gave squeeze to my hand and draw my head to her breast again.
I couldn't say any more words. I let Maho caress me. then I said in little voice, "Maho…. Maho…. Maho." Maho said, "we brush teeth and go to bed?" I said, OK. So we brushed teeth and got into the bed. I tried not cry, but I cried little. Maho drew my head to her breast again, and said in little voice, "Mina…. Mina…. Mina."
And then, I suddenly sleeping. I didn't know, but Monday morning, Maho said, I (Mina) slept suddenly. Then she slept too, but Monday morning, she was crying! We were eating breakfast, I jumped up from chair and hugged Maho hard. Soon she stop and said, " Yesterday I tried so hard to not cry, but Maho too is very shock. But I think like you Mina, shock is good for us sometimes. It was good to read this story. We have very comfort life, and people near us, around us, always kind to us. It is good to know that other people suffer, we don't have to turn head away. Jesus never turn head away. I go to loo." Maho got up, I went with her. She sat down and opened bottom slowly, soon Plop in loo. We had long hug, because Maho took long time to finish motion, about seven big Plop sounds, then little ones. I hug her almost all time. So about ten minutes of hug. Then she got up, I sat down, my bottom bit empty but some gas, so I made fart noise some times. We are early bird so no hurry, we could clear breakfast table and brush teeth and make up, and go to work not late.
Sarah Jo, you are still reading this site? I so sorry you have trauma and bad effect. I hope that time cure you soon. I am stupid Mina and no experience of such horrible thing, but I try to understand. I think very bad that other girls all laughed you. Mina and Maho never laugh. If we were with you in that school, we say other girls, "go away and don't laugh! she so much hurt, suffer a lot, why you make it worse?" and push girls away, and if it is need, we hit. Maybe Sister Catherine hit us too, but it's OK. We report her to police. I hope she go to the prison, a prison with no loo and she do motion in panties every day and prison guard beat her with paddle 200 times every day on dirty bottom. I hate her!!
Sarah Jo, you have two new friends, we love you. And maybe soon two more because we tell Kazuko and Hisae, they will feel same with us. If you feel bad because bowel incontinence, remember that far away in Japan, four girls love you and never never think bad thing about you.
Catherine: I am happy you like my story about Maho. She is happy too. I told her things you said. She said, pity your name is same with horrible Sister, but there is lovely Catherine who marry Alan, and horrible Catherine who go prison, they are not same person!
I found story about Kazuko and mother angry with her fairy princess. It is page 2483. I hope you like.
I think there are many way to be graceful. There is best way for big woman like you, best way for medium size woman like Maho, and best way for small woman like Hisae. Between now and May you can practise, if you like. (But Hisae is not graceful, she is small and round and bounce everywhere and make us all laugh, and jump on loo instead of sit on it.)
Whinnie the Poo and Optional Person: Thank you for nice nice kind words. Whinnie, I don't know where you live, but I hope washlet become cheap there soon, then you can use.
I also think interesting that sushi and tomato salad change into big brown thing when inside body. But of course, a part of sushi and salad go to other part of body, make blood and other nice things because of nourishment, I think body is wonderful thing! It do so many things to make us feel good, and then when only not useful part is left, that not useful part become brown color and go to our bottom and then we sit on loo and bottom open and we feel good! I thank to the God that gave us so clever body.
Love to all you.
Mina and MahoMiranda
Steve A's Survey
1. Should a custodian clean a public bathroom while people are in there or wait for them to leave?
At the mall I've seen male custodians come in and go from stall to stall checking the toilet paper. I was sitting there weeing and hoping he was not going to knock on my door to change my paper. Luckily, he didn't. At my school where there are some toilets without doors, I've seen cones put in the entrances during cleaning, but that causes students to go elsewhere in the school to go to the bathroom. Now if you're talking about cleaning each toilet, mopping the floors, etc. that's where the cone is put in the doorway. If a person is about to pee or crap themselves, having to run for it to the other end of the building or go upstairs or downstairs can be cruel.
2. What makes using a public bathroom taboo for some people?
You don't have the privacy of your own bathroom at home, there are dozens of people next to you doing the same thing and waiting for you to do your thing so they can get on the toilet and do their thing, no one wants to sit in someone else's pee or poo, so many people don't flush and that's gross, stalls with no doors or doors that don't latch, insensitive people, long lines, sinks and soap containers, auto-flushes that can drench your butt--isn't that enough!
3. In a desperate situation in public, if your bathroom is out of order, will you use the other one?
Yes, and I have a few times. My older sister is on an elite basketball team that travels over a four state area for games. When they are traveling, their coach will have the driver pull up to a rest stop along the Interstate. Sometimes its late at night or early in the morning and no one else is around. Her coach has the team divide up according to their jersey numbers like even or odd and one group uses the mens with a coach standing in the doorway in case a guy drives up. She says it saves them a lot of time.
I had to poo really badly at school today even though I went this morning. It was just after lunch and I think it was something I ate because I was feeling fine until I had to fish cakes. I was embarrassed to ask to go to the toilet during history and I tried to ignore the urge, but after a few minutes I was practically pooing myself so I had to ask. I felt my face burning red as I put my hand up and and my teacher seemed irritated as he asked what I wanted. That made me feel even more embarrassed and I got nervous and couldn't get the words out properly. I made a fool out of myself as I said, "Um I need to, er, go to, for the toilet, can I please." There were giggles and that seemed to annoy the teacher even more. He said I was disrupting the class and no I couldn't go to the toilet in the middle of his lesson. I was to embarrassed and scared to explain I was desperate and tried my best to hold it in. I couldn't concentrate on my work because I had to focus on not pooing myself and it was getting painful to hold it. This went on for half an hour until I couldn't handle it any longer. I put my hand up again and he got really angry. He told me not to keep asking to go to the toilet as he'd already told me no. My stomach was killing me and I was seconds from doing it in my knickers, so I decided to hell with the consequences and got up to leave the room. He asked what I was doing and I just blurted out, "I'm going to the toilet before I s**t myself." I think he got the message as he let me go without saying anything. I made it to the toilets and took the nearest cubicle and pulled my skirt, knickers and tights down together and sat down as fast as I could but I missed the hole in the seat and I got some diarrhoea over the back of it. I moved forward and pebble dashed the toilet destroying it completely. It kept coming out in waves and after fifteen minutes I was still going. By the time I finished I'd been on the toilet for half an hour and I still had a stomach ached. My bum was so sore it felt like it was on fire and wiping was really painful. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and went back to class feeling really ill. I was told to go to the office and the school secretary told me she was going to phone my mum as I was being sent home sick. I got picked up fifteen minutes later by my mum and on the drive home I had to go again and I had trouble holding it. I told my mum to hurry up and she asked me to try and hold. I wasn't as desperate as I was in class and we made it home in time. I went straight to the toilet and let out some more diarrhoea but it was less runny and I felt a lot better except for my poor bum of course. I was told not to return to school for at least 48 hours after the diarrhoea had stopped so my mum is keeping me off until next week to be safe. Result!
Jemma
???? ache and dodgy poos at doctors today
Hey!
Well today i went to the doctors and whilst i was on the bus i was really desperate for a massive poo. I had a really bad ???? ache with it and i basically sat on the bus clenching so many times trying to hold my huge load in.
The bus journey is 20 minutes and i couldn't wait to get there.
I arrived and dashed to the loo, Entering there were 2 other women and i quickly made a beeline to the nearest free cubicle, pulling my red mini skirt and thick black tights down,i pulled my knickers down, & sat on the loo and realised there wasnt much loo roll, thankfully though, i had tissues in my black handbag
Immediately after i sat down - no effort required - any longer and it would have been in my knickers! - my first 6 light brown coiled plops landed in to the loo, i then had a huge fart, followed by a further 6 loose light brown coiled banana shaped turds. I farted again, & wiped 5 times.
still with a ???? ache though, i went to check in at reception, & went to sit down.
10 minutes went by and i was desperate for another massive poo. I had no choice but to wait this time as i would be called soon, And i was, saw the doctor and she wanted me to do a wee sample.
so off i went, at least i could have my poo i thought.
in the loo near her room i locked the door and pulled my bits down, plonked my butt down & plop-plop-plop...plop-plop-plop-plop-plop...plop-plop...plop-plop-plop...plop! Still sat there i waited to wee but would it come?! No... Had a fart though! A few mins later i managed a little wee and wiped my butt 4 times.
flushed and sprayed my impulse, pulling my bits back up washing my hands and returning.
finished with the doc and got my meds and got the bus home.
Well thats all for now! J.x
Thursday, November 05, 2015
Anna from Austria
to the other Anna
Glad you liked my latest story. I also like your new story. And good to now that I am not the only one relieved when I am not only pooper in a public bathroom.
I am sure that the young women was desperate to go number 2 and that is the reason why she ran into me. According to the duration, the sound and the smell of her poop she was really really had to go. My smell was not much better either, but I think hers was I bit more intense.
But I could
The bathrooms in the mall are different from my work toilets. There are normal stalls with small gaps on he ground and big gaps at the ceiling.
So the privacy is not so good as the privacy in my office bathroom. In the mall bathroom you can smell and here everything.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Catherine
Brandon T - I Just Pooped at a Bookstore!
I almost forgot - thank you for your kind responses, always!
This story is dedicated to you!
I just took a really comfortable dump in a bookstore!!!
Yes, after working out, I showered at the gym and decided to grab coffee at our local Books-a-Million. I wanted some me time, and wanted to browse the Bestsellers!
I had eaten a spinach wrap club sandwich that I bought from my restaurant at lunch, and headed that way. I was reading a book on Wedding Ceremonies and had finished the coffee when I felt my evening poop coming on. I decided to go ahead and buy the book. By the time the cashier finished the sale, I could feel a pressure in my gut and the head of the doodie in my rectum.
So, I headed to the bathroom. It was small, with two stalls. Someone was peeing in the other. I had no choice but to take the handicap stall or I would have a load in my panties. I situated myself on the toilet and thick soft stool passed with some crackling noise. This was a good doodie! It gently coiled around the outside of the toilet. I took a picture. And, I took a toilet selfie. I've started doing that for Alan, but I am not showing them to him until our honeymoon!
I wiped. It took several wipes to get clean, but I did not want to obscure the view of this perfectly formed stool, so I put the last few wipes in the can beside the toilet. The bathroom began to smell with a strong healthy smell.
Because I did not have poop on my hand (c'mon, you all know that you get poop on your hands from wiping) and because I did not want to flush this one, I left the toilet unflushed.
I left the bookstore after getting out of the bathroom. I did not see anyone immediately go in, so I assume that no one knew it was me!
Now, I did not know if one of the bookstore associates would find it, but I thought of you, Brandon T., that you would have enjoyed finding that one.
Thanks for always replying to many of our posts and hope you are well!
Love,
Catherine!Anatomy Student
To Just Another Girl
Your thought about food turning into poop is a neat thought. I've studied shit (literally) my whole life almost. Your poop is mostly water, dead blood cells, dead gut flora, and undigested plant and animal bits. Most meat we eat is digested easily, leaving nothing for your intestines to use as traction to push your poop through. Insoluble fiber (like nuts and the stringy parts of celery) help your body push poo along by giving it structure. Soluble fiber adds bulk by retaining water, which softens your poop. Color is determined by diet, medicine, and any internal issues like bleeding or bike issues.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Tlana great story.
To: Winnie The Poo it sounds like had a rough day.
To: Anna great story it sounds like you and that other girl both had great poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Emma great story.
To: Becky great story it sounds like you and your cousin were both pretty desperate for a poop and it sounds like you both had good ones and I bet you both felt great afterwards and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Jem great set of stories about your many bathroom trips that day and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Halloween Poop it sounds like you guys had avery rough time.
To: Bianca great story.
To: J.A.G great set of stories.
To: Emma it sounds like you just barely made it at least you realized it wasnt a dream in time to avoid a full accident.
To: sally great story it sounds like you and that woman both had great poops.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteSteve A
Last Away Game, Survey, Looking Forward
This is my last story from marching band this year. I don't expect much to happen at the final home game of the season, but anyway, on to my story.
We took more precautions about the bathroom situations before leaving for long trips both ways since the craziness of the 2 hour trip to the game and then back to our high school from earlier in the season. Before we left the high school, we were reminded twice to use the bathrooms since it was about an hour long trip to there and back. When we were settled at the game, the girls had to walk a long way to their bathrooms but for us guys, our bathroom was just on the other side of the away stands. It was an interesting set up of how the stadium/field was. After the game, we made it back to the high school without any problems.
Survey:
1. Do you think a custodian should clean the bathroom while people are still in there or should they wait for people to leave?
2. What makes using a public bathrooms taboo for some people?
3. In a desperate situation in public, if your bathroom is out of order, would you use the other one?
Future Stories: Since we're approaching the holiday season, I hope to have a good story from Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner.
Also, in April, I will have my last trip to Disney World with my high school band. Since we'll be traveling on coach buses and staying there for 5 days, stay tuned for a story and a trip that I can't wait to happen.Bianca
Something Unusual
Hey guys. Earlier today (around 2 AM) I started feeling unwell. I needed to go to the bathroom due to the unwell feeling. After leaving my bed, I stood in front of the toilet to be sure it really was more going on in my stomach besides just indigestion. My stomach did empty after a bit, and the contents of it tasted like stomach acid, and bile. When I got back to bed, my throat growled as if there were air bubbles. Things calmed down in my gut without it turning into diarrhea. I'm always relieved when an upset gut clears up almost instantly! Luckily for me now, my bathroom trips have been for the normal reasons (I haven't pooped yet today). Also, I liked reading posts on here about using a chamber pot. I've never used one before. None of my family takes reading material into the bathroom when doing a poo either. Another thing I'd like to say is once while on a trip to participate in a sporting event called Sports Extravaganza, I needed to pee kinda bad while on the bus. Luckily, I made it in time.
Anna
Anna's Halloween misadventures
On Saturday I went to a house party for Halloween and it was a real rollercoaster of weird stuff happening for me.
I don't really know the person who owns the place, but one of my friends does. It was a really nice house, as it turned out. I dressed up as Minnie Mouse, with ears, black nose, whiskers, a nice skirt and everything. Sometime later that night, we were surprised when one of the players of our NHL team turned up with some friends. He knows the owner of the house, as I later learned and he is quite the celebrity, at least here in town. It was really pretty exciting for me and my girlfriends. Anyway, after having a few drinks, I needed to pee and went to one of the bathrooms upstairs. I locked the door, pushed up my skirt, pulled down my pantyhose and string and sat on the toilet. I peed for a long time, almost a minute I think, and at the end I couldn't help but letting a fart slip out. It wasn't super loud, but kinda echoed in the bowl a bit. I pulled off some paper, wiped, washed my hands and checked my makeup. It was all good until then, but when I opened the door I literally ran into the hockey player who was waiting outside the door. I was shocked, turned bright red, quickly said 'excuse me' and then pretty much ran down the hall. Now, I don't know how long he had been waiting there, but it would be so much like me, embarrassing myself by farting on the toilet in front of a celebrity. I stuck around in a corner with my girlfriends for a while until I had some more drinks and felt a little bit better. After all, I spent a couple of minutes on my makeup and he probably came long after I had peed.
The rest of this post is kinda off topic, but in the end I actually chatted with him and he was really nice and flirted a lot and I even gave him my number. I don't remember ever being so excited! What sucked is that I later overheard him making fun of me as he was hanging out on the patio with his friends who were smoking. He called me the 'fat mouse' and they were all laughing. I felt devasted and like a total idiot for falling for his s*** and I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for a bit. In the end I went home with my friends and they managed to make me feel a bit better. Now I just think the whole night was pretty silly and I thought I'd share it here. Sorry it was a bit of a bummer but at least it wasn't a night like any other!I had to poo really badly at school today even though I went this morning. It was just after lunch and I think it was something I ate because I was feeling fine until I had to fish cakes. I was embarrassed to ask to go to the toilet during history and I tried to ignore the urge, but after a few minutes I was practically pooing myself so I had to ask. I felt my face burning red as I put my hand up and and my teacher seemed irritated as he asked what I wanted. That made me feel even more embarrassed and I got nervous and couldn't get the words out properly. I made a fool out of myself as I said, "Um I need to, er, go to, for the toilet, can I please." There were giggles and that seemed to annoy the teacher even more. He said I was disrupting the class and no I couldn't go to the toilet in the middle of his lesson. I was to embarrassed and scared to explain I was desperate and tried my best to hold it in. I couldn't concentrate on my work because I had to focus on not pooing myself and it was getting painful to hold it. This went on for half an hour until I couldn't handle it any longer. I put my hand up again and he got really angry. He told me not to keep asking to go to the toilet as he'd already told me no. My stomach was killing me and I was seconds from doing it in my knickers, so I decided to hell with the consequences and got up to leave the room. He asked what I was doing and I just blurted out, "I'm going to the toilet before I s**t myself." I think he got the message as he let me go without saying anything. I made it to the toilets and took the nearest cubicle and pulled my skirt, knickers and tights down together and sat down as fast as I could but I missed the hole in the seat and I got some diarrhoea over the back of it. I moved forward and pebble dashed the toilet destroying it completely. It kept coming out in waves and after fifteen minutes I was still going. By the time I finished I'd been on the toilet for half an hour and I still had a stomach ached. My bum was so sore it felt like it was on fire and wiping was really painful. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and went back to class feeling really ill. I was told to go to the office and the school secretary told me she was going to phone my mum as I was being sent home sick. I got picked up fifteen minutes later by my mum and on the drive home I had to go again and I had trouble holding it. I told my mum to hurry up and she asked me to try and hold. I wasn't as desperate as I was in class and we made it home in time. I went straight to the toilet and let out some more diarrhoea but it was less runny and I felt a lot better except for my poor bum of course. I was told not to return to school for at least 48 hours after the diarrhoea had stopped so my mum is keeping me off until next week to be safe. Result!
Sheelee
Dealing with public toilet terrorism
I'm 33, divorced, and a mother of two. We live in a big city and I've seen and read about a good amount of children out of control in public bathrooms. My son Kellen is 7. My daughter Darcee is 5.
Only on Labor Day weekend two months ago, did I allow Kellen to go into the guys room for the first time on his own. He's in 2nd grade now and has shown more responsibility so the additional freedom was earned.
His rules:
1) He must tell me the reason for wanting to go to the bathroom when we're out and away from home. He knows I won't get (well usually not) upset with him if it's an emergency.
2) I will walk him to the door of the bathroom I let him use. Once last week it was the gas station and twice it was the movie theatre. Darcee and I will stand just outside the door. He goes in, selects the toilet or stall and does his thing. He knows I'm a stickler for wiping after a crap, flushing without exception and I expect to hear water running as he washes his hands. Last week at the gas station we were on the side of the building and after he peed and walked out to join us, I stuck my head in and could easily see splatters of pee over the front of the white seat. I made him go in and wipe it off. Then he flushed the toilet paper and washed his hands again as I watched.
3) As I said, until recently I had no choice but to take him into the ladies room when Darcee and I needed to use the bathroom. This played out at the circus we went to this past summer. Both Darcee and I had to crap and due to safety reasons, I wanted him with us because the sports arena is one big place. I held their hands and once we got into the bathroom, we stood for a few seconds while I eyed the availability of three adjacent stalls. I took the middle stall, with one of them on each side of me. I didn't sit down until I heard them latch their doors. I was so happy that Darcee's legs were immediately off the floor and it was obvious she was getting after what was intended. It took me about two minutes on the stool to get my crap out. I quickly wiped, and Darcee assured me the couple of plops I heard in her toilet were for real. I wiped--this one was a little messier than my normal--flushed and immediately was at Darcee's door with my knock. Both of them are required to remain in their stall until I see them, what they've produced, and then dismissed them. Darcy got off the seat, showed me two moderate pieces floating on the water and the two pieces of toilet paper she had wiped with. I told her to remain in there while I checked with her brother. When he opened the door, I found the toilet seat up and there was evidence of yellow urine in the bowl. The fly on his shorts was not all the way up, so I had him cinch it up as I watched. Without coaching from me, he leaned over and put much of his weight on the flusher and I commended him for remembering to do that. Then all three of us stood at adjacent sinks and washed our hands. I had Darcee redo the process and to put a little more scrub into it because she uses her hands for support on the big seats.
4) I accept that children are bored and curious in public restrooms. It doesn't help that a growing number of toilets are now doorless or with less than full privacy. I've had to warn both of them that as they get older and get more independence, I expect them to have a goal when they go in and that they need to meet it. I try and keep my commands focused and positive ("Please wipe the pee off the front of the seat and I'm sure the next user will be grateful," "Oops it didn't flush--please push again," etc.
5. Sometimes if the lines are long, I will turn to the person directly behind us and remind them that my child may need a bit more time. The ladies have always been very gracious and understanding. Mostly, they are happy to see the children being supervised. About a year ago we were at a highway rest stop and we walked into a building with four or may be five little children rolling toilet paper across the floor and chasing one another across the rather big bathroom. Even by checking each of the stalls, it was obvious no mother was to be seen. I could smell smoke coming from the top windows of the structure so I walked around the corner. The mother was seated at a picnic table with a soda and a smoke while her kids were entertaining themselves.
Catherine
Responses
Winnie the Poo: I am so sorry you got diarrhea at your Bible study. If it makes you feel better, a little over a year ago I clogged a toilet at church! Thank you for your well-wishes!
Optional Person: Yes, I like to fart. I wrote about it about a month ago. Someone also asked if it hurt, but it never has. Mine are usually the really loud and bubbly kind, and rarely are the silent kind. They have a faint to moderate smell at worst.
Also, the Mayor's doodie was 3 inches thick and about 10 inches long. I guess that's what you meant! It had a smell like it had been inside her for a while, which she confirmed the next day.
Also, as for a photo collection, well, see my response to Mina below.
Mina: I love your description of Maho! I don't know that I am that graceful. When you are over 6 feet tall (1.85 Meters), it's difficult to be graceful. I'm not clumsy either.
But, I have thought about letting Alan see me go on our honeymoon. We are getting married in May, as soon as school is out. We've already worked out a two-week vacation, so I am excited!
I'm brainstorming certain scenarios. The one thing that I do worry about while traveling is that I do get off my bowel schedule. So, it may come at an unpredictable time. But I just don't want to simply say, "I have to poop. Wanna watch?" No, I want it to be somewhat sexy, like in a night gown, with my make-up and hair all perfect and such.
We'll see.
I hope everyone is well. My bowels are normal. I did a nice soft log this morning that curled around the bowl. Last night's poop was a soft one that came out in two logs. Yesterday morning's was a little more mushier.
Hope you all are well!
Love,
Catherine!Catherine
Just Another Girl - Women Pooping
J.A.G.,
That is so funny because Alan says the same thing! Of course he knows that women poop, but he says that he still finds it fascinating that women poop (or, as he says, that I poop.) I guess it's because we don't talk about it. Or, I guess that there is a misconception that, even though we do poop, not a lot comes out.
I am not offended when someone says that though. Too, I really like the fact that Alan is somewhat attracted to my bowel activity. At least it makes me feel comfortable to go around him. Too, except for that one time that I wrote about, I don't fart around him on purpose. But I am relaxed enough that I don't feel too embarrassed when I do on accident. It's weird, I do like to feel a little sense of shame, but not enough that I would behave like his ex-wife, who would never let him near the bathroom when she pooped, or would walk away to pass gas.
I love your posts! Hope you are well!
Love,
Catherine!
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Vincene
Public Toilet Terrorism
Last week I had two indisputably bad situations in public restrooms. The first was when I took an extended lunch hour to go to the mall to shop for an additional business suit because I've been promoted and my friends, although sometimes sarcastically, talk about "looking the part." So I shopped the store as I usually do, was fitted, and then headed downstairs to the food court for some quick food. With that, my bladder told me it didn't want to wait for me to travel 15 miles back to my office, so I went into the ladies room. It was obvious when I walked in that there were a lot of parents there with little children although it was tough to watch a girl, probably about 4, chasing her brother, about the same age, around. They ran into me as my eyes were scanning the line of toilets for availability and the boy hide behind me as the girl, in front of me, was trying to tag him or something. The first of about a dozen stalls opened and an older lady came out and whispered to me as she went to the sinks, "Do you think we're going to survive this?" I smiled and just darted into the empty stall, pulled my clothing down and instantly took the warm seat. At about that time I almost always look at the door latch to make sure its engaged, because sometimes when I've forgotten I've had problems.
It was obvious that wasn't going to be enough. From the feet I could see under the door and the snickering as well as a couple of punches were thrown that there were eyeballs between the door and stall looking in on me. I politely said "No peeking there" or something similar. But within a second of my pee starting, the boy threw himself on his belly and crawled under the door. It startled me at first as it did when he started to ask me my name. Then I kicked at him in a playful way as he started to tell me he heard me peeing, but I didn't want to have contact with him. To the best of my ability I tried to shoo him out without falling off my seat or interrupting my activity. At that point, the girl reached under the door and grabbed the back of his feet and started pulling him backwards. It sounded like he was fighting her and he said something about not seeing my "water spout" as well as a few other things I couldn't fully hear. I didn't flush or wipe because I was mad enough to get out there and meet that mother. When I exited, I scanned the ladies at the several sinks and found the boy and girl clinging to a woman about my age (mid 20s) in blue jeans at the first sink on the far end of the room. I feel I was polite in telling her what happened (as her son and daughter were grabbing at her legs while still snickering at me). She got defensive, said it was obvious I didn't have any children of my own, and said when you have to crap, you have to crap. I tactfully tried to tell her that I had had a good amount of babysitting experience as a teenager but at that point she cut me off saying I had no authority or right (plus another word that I would never want to use in front of an impressionable child)to judge her. She just turned, shoved them in front of her, and they left.
When I got to the office, I remembered I had not moved my bowels yet that day and I headed right to the restroom on my floor. I saw a toilet door close just as I entered the room and I took the open stall to the left. As I was pulling my clothing down and seating myself, I could hear my neighbor fart a couple of times, followed by a series of splashes into the bowl. I was only seated about 20 seconds before my banana-sized crap slid out of me and into the bowl. I quickly reached for the toilet paper roll for the first of what is usually two or three "installments" (a term my boyfriend likes to use when I stay over at his place and when we're sharing the bathroom the next morning). At that point I heard the lady on the stool next to me apologize and ask me to hand her some toilet paper because her toilet was completely out and she hadn't even started her wipe yet. I pulled off five installments (luckily I had a full roll), and handed them under the divider to her. It seemed to pain her to stretch for them so I assumed she was probably one of the two older divisional vice presidents we have. But I could smell some smoke on her and I didn't think the ladies I suspected it to be smoked. I wiped, flushed and washed my hands, and left the bathroom. My desk isn't too far from the bathroom so after logging onto my computer, I kept an eye on the door to see who the woman was. She came out walking fast, and made her way to the center of the floor by the elevators. I asked a colleague, and found my suspicion was wrong. The woman was a temp we just hired because our regular receptionist is on maternity leave.
On my way out at 4:30 I passed her desk and was waiting for the elevator when I heard a voice behind me, "And thanks for helping me out a couple hours ago." I acknowledged her bashfully, but others were coming around the corner to use the elevator too and that was the last thing I wanted to be having a conversation about.