Just Jerika
Survey
My responses to the Unisex bathroom questions:
1) Would you mind if all public toilets were unisex?
Going in large gender-segregated bathrooms was difficult for me, especially in middle school and high school. So after school I would hurry across the street to gas station/car wash that had single-stall gender-neutral toilets. I'm in college now, spend most of my days on campus, and I've gained more confidence in using the larger bathrooms.
However, a multi-stall unisex bathroom probably wouldn't be my first choice because of younger kids not being supervised and the chance of voyeurism.
2) You have to poop in a unisex toilet with the opposite sex present, would you hide your sounds?
I tend to do that anyway in other situations. Why not move forward on the toilet seat so your crap hits the front part of the bowl, rather than splashing away in the water. Hernandez, my boyfriend whom I've written about, is more liberal about such a situation. I kind of admire him for that. It's probably a lot more authentic.
3) Would you be disgusted in hearing someone of the opposite sex pooping in the stall next to yours?
Probably not, but that doesn't mean I'm game for it. What was more disgusting to me was back when I was a freshman in high school. The girl on the toilet next to me was awfully cussing and swearing at her mother who was picking her up early at school, but parked at the wrong door. The girl was ballistic about not being able to hold her crap until she got home.
4) Would you wait until the opposite sex leaves so he/she doesn't know who was pooping next to them?
Probably not, unless it was one of my professors or teachers. Or sometimes my mom, who has been critical of me in such situations.
5) Have you ever pooped in a unisex toilet?
Often, beginning in school when I was about 11 to when I was out of high school. I wasn't successful on the toilet at school so I went across the street to a unisex one.Kristi AND Steve
First time
Hi, it's me Kristi.
I wanted to post the story of the first time Steve saw me pooping. I told Steve I would be posting about this. But he said that instead of me posting it, maybe he posts about it?
Honestly he probably remembers it better than I do. It was a first for us, but nowadays I poop in front of him so often that the first time seems like ages ago.
It is a happy memory for me. Not only does it excite him to watch me, but I feel like it brought us closer together. It happened on our honeymoon. It was basically the final frontier. No more barriers after that.
So I'm turning this over to my wonderful hubby. Enjoy.
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STEVE: So this is my first ever post on this forum. My wife Kristi has fallen in love with it. With her encouragement, I'm going to post about the first time I saw her pooping.
I'm not gonna lie. I LOVE watching her go to the bathroom. (I love everything about her. I don't know how I scored this babe but she's just amazing. Beautiful face, gorgeous shoulder-length red hair, rockin' body... just perfect. And she's so fun to be with. We've been married for almost 3 years and we're still best friends. )
So I saw her pee a couple of times before we were married. She caught on quick that I enjoyed watching. I told her shortly before we got married that I'd like to see her poop as well. She said, "Maybe someday." I will confess to having listed to her through the door a few times during our engagement (she knows this now and gives me all sorts of playful grief about it.)
She still doesn't completely get why I love watching and hearing her use the bathroom. But she knows that I like it and she's almost always willing to indulge my guilty pleasure. She's seen me go to the bathroom plenty too. It doesn't get her excited the way it does for me, but I love that we're so comfortable around each other.
All right. So we got married back in October 2018. We went to Fort Lauderdale for our honeymoon. It was a wonderful trip. By this point, I had gotten her to pee with the door open and I was welcome in the bathroom whenever the door was open. However when it was closed, she didn't want me in there. She was never mean about it. She just would say things like, "Not now", or "Gotta poop... want some privacy." And yes, my sick self often listened through the door. (Please forgive me, baby!)
On the very last day of our honeymoon, we had been driving from a beach down near the Keys. We were on a pretty isolated stretch of road. We were about an hour from our hotel when Kristi says, "I've gotta go to the bathroom." I knew that meant she had to poop since when she had to pee it was always "I have to pee/piss."
There were no places to stop on this road. We're both outdoors people and could go outside if needed. I asked her if she could hold it until we got to the hotel. She said she could.
I drove for another five minutes before I gathered the courage to ask THE question. "Baby... could I be in there when you go?"
She smiles shyly and says, "You REALLY want that, don't you?"
I nod. I'm embarrassed now. I'm afraid she's going to be angry. But instead she says, "Okay. We'll give it a try. But no laughing at me!"
I assure her I won't laugh at her and that I appreciated her being willing to do this.
We get back to our hotel room. I don't even have time to take my shoes off. She says, "This is happening now, babe." That was all the encouragement I needed to follow her into the bathroom.
It's a big bathroom with a whirlpool, a shower, two sinks, and a toilet in its own little room. I ask her where she wants me. She says, "I don't care, but just not right in front of me." I stand against the sinks as she's taking off her jeans and the bikini bottom she had underneath (we had been at the beach). She is just looking like an absolute goddess. I'll never forget this image of her.
She pees a little bit. Then she looks up at me shyly. She says, "We're married, right?" I say, "Yes. And I love you so much." She says she loves me too. And then it happens. She leans forward a little bit, and then I hear her just let go. The look on her face is so cute. She looks up and smiles at me mid-poop. She says, "Is this how you expected it to be?"
I said, "No. It's even hotter." She giggles and says, "Well, I'm glad." She said she was all done. She stood up and flushed without wiping. I asked why she didn't wipe; she said she was just going to get in the shower. We both showered and then did some newlywed stuff that Kristi says I can't post about.
Ever since the first time, it's gotten easier for her. I've probably watched her poop over a hundred times by now. And it never gets any less fun.
So that's the story of the first time I saw Kristi crapping. I'm sure she probably tells a better story than me, so I'm honored to get to post about this.
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KRISTI: Good writing, babe. That's pretty much how I remember it!
One detail that he left out: When I was saying, "We're married, right?" and all that stuff, I remember that I was squeezing my butt hard to keep from going. I wasn't 100 percent on whether I could do it. But my hubby told me he loved me and he treats me so good that I just decided to let go.
I'm blushing at the way he describes me. "Goddess"? Seriously? It's just me. I'm just a girl... who talks about her pooping constantly on the internet for everyone to read.Kristi
Two stories
Kristi here.
So I think I'm officially addicted to this forum. Every single time I take a crap I immediately come here are read all the great posts. And I always seem to have some memory of an interesting bathroom-related event come to me.
My husband posted earlier about the first time he saw me poop. He likes watching me. That's no secret. And I love the feeling of going to the bathroom, whether it's a pee, a poop, or both. So it's win-win.
But I wanted to share a story about when it wasn't about feeling good. And about how sweet of a man he is.
This one's gross... so scroll down if you don't want to read.
About four months ago, I was sick. Really, really sick. I had thrown up several times. I was lying in bed, incredibly weak. I don't know what it was that was wrong with me. At some point I just fall asleep from exhaustion.
I woke up at midnight with a full bladder. I try to roll over and get out of bed and end up falling on the floor. My husband wakes up immediately and comes to me. I'm not hurt from falling, but I really have to pee. I asked him to help me get to the bathroom so I could pee. He said that if I wanted he could get me a glass to go in. I said that I thought I could make it to the bathroom. So my husband helps me to my feet and walks me to the bathroom. I'm so unsteady on my feet that he has to actually turn me around so I'm facing the right way. Then he's holding me up so I can get my shorts down. Finally I slowly sit down. He's holding my upper body up. I start to pee... I can feel the relief, but I'm not hearing my pee hit the water. I look down and see that I'm sitting at the absolute front of the toilet. My pee is going all over the toilet seat and is splashing onto my poor husband. I started sobbing... and he's being so comforting. Telling me it's okay and that he should have gotten me sitting farther back.
So I'm sitting there, having peed all over the place, and of course, OF COURSE my body can't just be done.
99 percent of the time I enjoy pooping. (I've read that pooping triggers the vegus nerve in the body which can cause pleasure).
This was not one of those times. I already felt messy from peeing all over myself and my husband. I just wanted to be done. But my body had different plans. I couldn't have held it in even if I wanted to. And I'm sitting too far forward on the toilet, so my poop isn't going into the water. It's hitting the front of the bowl. And then I started peeing again. I'm trying to scoot backwards but to little avail.
Finally, I THINK I'm done. I'm crying my eyes out while my husband is reassuring me and telling me that he loves me. I'm too weak to do anything. My husband gets two wet washcloths. He carefully wipes me. I'm really messy in the back. He gets me clean underwear and shorts.
He helps me up. Helps me get dressed.
The toilet and the floor are gross. My piss is all over the floor and the toilet. The toilet is full of my brown skid marks. (I pride myself on keeping a clean bathroom, so this is upsetting me greatly.)
I'm on my way back to bed while my husband is getting ready to clean the bathroom... and the urge hits me again. Bad. I yell for my husband, who comes running. "I have to s*** more", I tell him. He doesn't hesitate. He picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.
I don't want to sit on the nasty toilet again. My husband pulls my shorts and panties off. I start looking for somewhere... anywhere... to poop.
And this is the grossest poop confession I'm probably ever going to make on this forum: I barely had the strength, but I was able to pull myself up on the bathroom counter. And I then proceeded to deposit a six-inch long log right in our bathroom sink.
In. The. Sink.
I collapsed into my hubby's arms. And then a strange thing happened. I started to laugh. I actually started to laugh at the whole situation. My husband starts to chuckle as well, and says, "Kristi, you just took a s*** in the sink."
And the log in the sink? It was the kind of turd that usually is the FIRST thing out of my butt under normal circumstances. Not the last thing.
My husband again helped me get clean and got me to bed.
Morals of the story:
1. Have a spouse you can freely go to the bathroom in front of, and
2. If the toilet is too dirty, poop in the sink.
Wow. I just confessed a lot.
I have another (far less gross) story to tell. But my body is ready to poop, so I'm going to head to the bathroom to type that story.
Be back in a minute.Kristi
Kristi again... posting from the potty room.
My husband's in here with me. Pretending to be busy brushing his teeth. Completely just in here to watch me crap. (It's funny... he knows that I am completely cool with him just watching me. And yet sometimes he pretends that he just happens to need to be in the bathroom. Like he just really needed to brush his teeth the moment he saw me go into the bathroom with my phone. So, so subtle Steve. He's such a perv but I love it. )
Anyways, this story's a lot less graphic than my last one.
This is from a few weeks ago.
I'll start by saying that while I fart just like everyone, I seldom fart on the toilet. I don't really know why. My diet probably has something to do with it. I get gas of course but usually it doesn't come out before I poop like it does for a lot of people.
Well, I was at the mall. It was around noon. I hadn't pooped that morning so I figured it would probably come soon, and it did.
I found the nearest ladies room, went into a stall (probably at least 10 stalls in this bathroom; I took one near the middle), and sat down.
[Okay... seriously, husband of mine? He just asked "Are you gonna go?" I'm not a machine. My butt doesn't just produce whenever you want it to!]
Sorry for the interruption of the story. Ahem. Where was I? Ah yes. At the mall. In the bathroom. On the toilet.
As soon as I sat down, I let go with a very loud, very long (like 5 seconds) fart. It honestly surprised me. Usually my best farts are underneath the bed covers. ;)
Then, I'm surprised again. I hear a little kid's voice say, "What was that?"
It takes me a second to realize that there's someone in the next stall. I hadn't seen feet underneath any of the stalls when I was going in.
Apparently it was a mom and a kid. Because I hear a woman's voice say, "Shhhh. Someone's going poopoo just like mommy."
I had to smile a little bit.
Over the next 5 minutes or so, "Mommy" and I went "poopoo". Plops from her stall, plops from me. A little stinky... I think we were both contributing to that.
[Okay, I'm going to stop the story again. My hubby's happy now that I'm taking care of business. I felt and heard a nice long one come out, followed by a nice tinkle. ]
I wiped, washed my hands and left. Out of curiosity I watched the ladies room for to see who came out. Shortly after, a tall blonde woman in her 30's came out with who I assume was her daughter.
I know, not the most exciting story but it was kind of fun sharing a poop with a stranger.
That fart... I don't know where it came from (yes, I know it came from my butt). As I said, I usually just sit down and poop. My farts come throughout the day, usually not on the toilet. (I have some girlfriends who say that they try to only fart on the toilet... I could not do that.)
And if you're interested (my husband certainly is), I've followed up my log with a couple good size chunks and a few little slivers. I think my husband wants to go to the bedroom, so I think I'm done here.
Love,
Kristi
Jake
@midwesterner @kristi
@midwesterner please share some of the stories when you heard female friends and family members poop please!
I mean I heard it too when I was a kid but ever since it seems to be a shameful act. I can't say I ever heard a female friend poop let alone talk about it. Basically the sale for family members unless you are talking about direct family like sisters.
@kristi when you use an airport bathroom do you hear lots of females poop? You said you were in one some time ago that had 10 women pooping. What were the sounds like?
I love all the stories here but they are so far from the reality I know, in my world I barely ever hear a woman take a poo!
Thursday, July 29, 2021
James
Parents' responses to accidents
I was sad to read about Kaycha's experience of being severely punished for having an accident. It seems like there are still too many parents out there who respond to honest mistakes with severe scolding or even violence. It was also interesting to read about Julie's dad's much more supportive response to her IBS, helping her to access nappies (diapers) for when things were really bad.
I was very lucky, because my parents always gave me a lot of emotional support if they found out I'd "made a mistake in my pants". Although I was quite prone to this happening, they never suggested nappies, and I wouldn't have wanted to wear them - I tended to poo my pants unpredictably once every few months (at least once I'd reached age eight or so and was having fewer than when I was a little kid), and at the very most once every few weeks, so it wasn't worth the potential embarrassment. There was an incident when I was about eleven and had food poisoning when I wore two pairs of pants during a coach ride because I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold it, but that was the closest I think I ever came to being ready in advance for a mess. I'll perhaps post about that another time. I don't know what they would have said if I'd actually asked them for nappies - I think they would have probably gently guided me to different solutions and the options for nappies back then would have been very limited.
As I got older, I learnt how to clean myself up effectively when I'd dirtied my pants, so my parents thought I'd more-or-less grown out of this issue earlier than I actually had. They did find out about the occasional accident when I had an upset stomach (including the one in the coach) when I was a bit older, and they might have suspected a couple of my other ones when they found I seemed to have suddenly and briefly taken an interest in doing my own laundry, but I think they took the view that if it wasn't upsetting me and I wasn't leaving a mess anywhere then they would simply keep an eye out for any serious problems emerging.
My parents would take a different view if they thought an accident could have easily been avoided. This mainly applied to my brother, because he would deliberately withhold his poo until bits of foul-smelling liquid or rock-hard nuggets would leak out into his pants - like some of the personal or friends' experiences described by David P and Jry in their recent posts. They would make him sit on the toilet for long periods in the hope that he would let it all out, but this always ended up being a battle of wills and he saw it as a punishment, even though that wasn't really the intention. I had one very brief brush with this sort of accident when I was little - maybe one for another post.
The only time I ever got mildly told off for an accident happened when I was ten. I had a real aversion to pooing in the toilets at service stations, as they were almost always filthy, noisy and smelly (has anyone else noticed that they're usually a lot cleaner these days?). One day, we were driving back down south from seeing family, and both me and my brother had been fidgeting due to needing to pee, so we stopped for lunch and a toilet break. I'd already started to need a poo - just a little bit, and I wasn't anywhere near the stage where I couldn't do a wee without pooing myself. We ate our lunch, and of course the need to poo got stronger, and I think I was probably fidgeting quite a bit because my dad made a point of asking if anyone needed to go back to the loo before we set off. I really wanted to go, but I couldn't bear the idea of using one of the cubicles, so I said I was feeling fine. My brother was going through one of his stool-withholding phases, so he wasn't about to volunteer to go either.
We went back to the car, and I could feel waves of pressure building all the way. Sitting down in my booster seat helped a bit, as it let me put some pressure on my bum, but we were an hour and a half from home and I already didn't think I was going to make it. Over the next ten minutes, I could feel the waves of pressure continuing to get stronger, and eventually I had a wave where some mushy stuff came out - no firm cork and no farts. The pressure immediately increased further and naturally enough a mudslide of poo soon pushed out of me, forming a warm cushion under my bum.
I didn't get detected straight away as my brother had the strong overflow poo smell about him, and so I sat quietly in my mess trying not to draw attention to myself. However, a few minutes later the waves came back again, and again I couldn't hold it in, as my bum was already tired. This time, the poo came out with a loud squelching fart sound that was unmistakeably not just gas, and my mum turned around and asked "Did you just go to the toilet in your pants?". I nodded sheepishly. I was told off by both of them for not going when I had the chance when they could see I needed to - they didn't shout, but they were stern and disappointed. My brother looked smug, but my mum turned around and gave him a stern look to remind him that he was the one holding his poo in so long that his pants were already dirty (and very stinky).
When we got home, I was made to clean myself up with the minimum possible help - although I was already getting better at doing that anyway, and the practice helped me to become more independent about clean-ups - and I had to wash the cover of my booster seat, as the dampness from my poo had soaked through my pants and trousers and stained it orangey-tan. This felt fair at the time, and I still think it was now. My mum had a chat with me (without being cross) and suggested that next time we were out, I try lining the toilet seat with paper and putting some more in the bowl to prevent splashback as a way to make using the public toilet less gross, and I did find that this helped. I still use some loo roll to prevent splashing even now, more than twenty-five years later.Bianca
Strange Toilets
I once had a dream where the toilets could eat your poop. The toilets themselves were shaped like a mouth with teeth. You'd poop into the "mouth" toilet, and instead of flushing, it would chew and swallow your poop. If you had to pee,you did it into a plastic cup, and let the toilet drink it. The city was called Scissor Town, and the roads were made of grass from paper. The cars were like little shredders that would cut the paper grass while people rode them. If residents pooped/ peed in the grass, the cars would chop that up, too. In my dream, I loved pooping in the grass. I would get off my car, take a squat, and let loose mushy poop on the ground, and wipe with baby wipes. Lol, mealtime was strange as well along with how big poops were dealt with. Instead of using forks, people ate with scissors, and if a poop was too big to fit down the mouth toilet, residents cut it up with a knife. My car in Scissor Town was the coolest, because it literally was shaped like a paper shredder with wheels, and it had a platform in the front that I could sit on. In my part of town, the magical grass would grow so high, that my shredder car would cut along the road as it went more often than others, and my poops would be out of view. If I didn't want to poop in the grass, I had a bucket I could use. Speaking of poop, I did some mush today. It wasn't as much poop as I've done before, but it still had some gas in it at times. Hope you enjoy reading about my dream. Bye.
Mina, Kazuko, Hisae, Maho
Dear Victoria and Robyn
Thank you for kind words about Tokyo prefecture. Where we live is secret but I give one hint. It's not Tokyo.
I never seen ensuite bathroom. Perhaps rich sportsperson or emperor have. But once, when I job-hunting, I stayed relative's house. She gave me her bedroom because her husband was business trip. Next door was daughter's bedroom. In between was toilet. But another toilet downstairs, so this one similar with ensuite.
The house not so new, so there was crack in toilet door. (That loo had two doors, to go into each bedroom.) So I could see my relative's daughter sit on loo. She was there not so long time. Only wee I think. When I sat there long time next morning, daughter was already out of house to go work. So I relaxed and did a very very lots. And I passed a job interview.
Love from Mina and crushes
Emma two
Accident on way back from work
I've been neglecting my intake of fruit and vegetables lately and after not being able to poo for the last five days I decided it was time to start eating more healthy foods. I also took a mild laxative for good measure and I went to work. Not much happened until about half way through this afternoon when I started feeling the need to go to the toilet but I didn't want to go at work because I knew it would block the toilet so I decided to wait until I got home. The only problem was holding it because I wouldn't be home for and two and half hours and I was already busting to go. By the I finished work I was really feeling the need to go to the toilet but the risk of blocking the toilet at work and embarrassing myself was too great and I convinced myself I could wait until I got home. I clenched tightly and walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. By now I was struggling to hold it and I prayed the bus would be on time because I didn't have much time left before I would be using my knickers for a toilet. Eventually the bus turned up ten minutes late and I was literally bursting to go. I got on and paid my fair and found a seat near the door so I could get off the bus in a hurry if necessary. Fourth five agonising minutes later I got to my stop and not a second too soon because I was about to poo myself and badly. I got off the bus quickly and as soon as it pulled away from the bus stop I just couldn't hold it any longer. I tried to stop it but it felt such a relief I just gave up and let it fill my knickers. I was so embarrassed but It was worth it for the shear relief of it. When I got back the flat Sarah was home and I felt so embarrassed when she saw what happened but she was really nice about it. She even offered to help me with the cleanup but I didn't want her to see the full extent of the mess I'd made so I said I could manage. Once in the privacy of the bathroom I locked the door and took my clothes off and took a long hot shower. Cleaning all that poo off my bottom and legs was an epic task and I spent twenty minutes before I felt clean enough to get out of the shower. Once I got dried I got dressed in clean clothes and apologised to Sarah for letting her see what I'd done but she said it was fine and I wasn't the first person or the last to have an accident in my knickers. She even admitted that she'd had a few herself when she had a stomach upset.
Midwesterner
Survey Answers
I saw this survey and it intrigued me. I haven't posted in awhile, so I thought I'd give my answers.
Unisex bathrooms survey:
1) Would you mind if all public toilets are unisex?
I wouldn't mind at all myself. I know that both men and women have to poop and pee.
2) You have to poop in a unisex toilet with people of opposite sex present, would you hide your sounds?
There would be no reason to. I go in front of my wife and have gone in front of other female relatives before, so it wouldn't be an issue for me.
3) would you feel disgusted if you hear someone of opposite sex pooping in the stall next to you?
Not one bit. I hear my wife poop all the time, and have heard many female friends and family members poop over the years.
4) would you wait till the opposite sex leaves the toilet so she/he doesn't know who was pooping next to them?
Generally, I don't think I would. I've gotten pretty comfortable with doing my bodily functions.
5) have you ever pooped in a unisex toilet?
Sort of, unconventionally anyway. I will write some stories about that in the future!
Personally, I would be fine with unisex toilets. In fact, as weird as it sounds, I'd probably be more comfortable going in the presence of a woman instead of a man. I do know that there are privacy issues associated with the typical construction of American public stalls that would more than likely need to be addressed to make more people feel comfortable with the idea of a unisex bathroom.Kristi
Hello, everyone.
I'm sitting on the toilet. Took a nice after-dinner poop. Think I'm probably done but I'm going to sit here and type a story and see if anything else comes out.
I've shared that I'm really open at home around my husband when it comes to going to the bathroom. I thought I'd share the stories of the first time he saw me pee, and the first time he saw me poop.
We did not live together before we got married. We actually didn't do... it before we got married.
I was spending the evening at his place one time, and I started feeling really rotten. It was like the flu or something. So I stayed the night (in his bed; he slept on the couch.)
The next morning I woke up feeling a lot better. I got out of bed; my then-fiance was in the bathroom shaving. He only had one bathroom. I needed to pee like a race horse. He was in the middle of shaving and I didn't want to make him leave his own bathroom.
Now, this was almost 3 years ago. I wasn't always as carefree about going to the bathroom as I am now.
I didn't know how he'd react, but I got up the courage to ask him if he minded if I peed. He said, "Sure, sweetheart." That was all the coaxing I needed at that point since I'm about to burst. I figured if we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, he'd probably see me go pee from time to time (little did I know that I'd basically go to the bathroom in front of him every day after we were married!)
So I pull the sweatpants he let me wear to bed down just enough to let me pee, but I was trying to be really modest and not let him see anything (like I said, we didn't do anything physical before marriage.)
I probably usually overestimate how long I pee for, but I really think I probably peed for a full minute. At least 45 seconds. I looked over at him a few times... every time I did he would quickly look away. When I finished, he said, "Wow. I didn't know anyone could pee that much." I had drank a lot of water and Gatorade the night before because I was feeling so bad, so that accounted for my Niagara Falls piss.
I wiped, which he totally watched... at this point I've got my eye on him. I'm feeling less shy now. I stood up facing away from him (which means he got his first look at my butt), flushed, and washed my hands.
I could tell that he was curious about the whole thing. I had no idea how much it interested him.
I had pooped the night before when he was out getting me Gatorade. I didn't have to go again in the morning. And quite honestly I was not ready to do that in front of him yet.
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Well, I was going to tell the story of the first time I POOPED in front of him, but I've been sitting here typing for awhile and I am definitely done taking my crap (it was a good, no pushing required one tonight), so I'm going to say goodnight. I'll share that story soon. I promise.
Love,
Kristi
Anna from Austria
I do the public park survey.
1) Have you our your children used public park toilets?
For myself the answer is yes. I have no children yet. Not so ofen when I was child but quite often in my teens and early tweens when we were haning out at the park quite often. Even now in my 30 I am in the park quite often for jogging and cycling so it happens that I need to go these days as well.
2) Did the toilets have as much privacy as at other places and were they kept up?
Yes the privacy was alright. The toilets were small separate rooms. So no problems in that regard.
3) What were the biggest problems you encountered?
Toilet paper was always a rare item. Because many ladies used to cover their seat with tp before they go. But due that quite common habbit the seats were rather clean most of the time. The toilets were in general quite clean for a park toilet. Could be much worse. Unfortunately they build a completely new toilet building last year. That time the toilets are made of steel completely. It is very unpleasent to sit on such toilet. I was there just once. Luckily just for a pee. I really hope that I never have to poo on such such toilet. I think I could not sit that long on such a cold toilet seat.
4) When you were young, did the parents of some of your friends forbid them from using such bathrooms?
No not thatI can remember.
5) Did you see anyone have an accident in those bathrooms?
In a manner of speaking yes. Many years ago when I was on my teen I was about the enter the toilet when 3 other girls about my age left the bathroom. I did not know them. When I entered the toilet there was quite strong poo smell in there. I did not think much about it it was a toilet after all. I just maybe one the girls had a big poo. Nothing worth nothing. After I finished my pee headed to the sinks for washing my hands. When I was about the throw the paper towel into the wastebin I noted something weird. I saw a completely soiled panty in the wastebin. It used to be white but was now more brow than white. It looks like somebody had a major diarrhea accident. I am not sure if one the other teen girls where the culprit or not but it is highly likely.
That's it for today
greetings from Austria
Anna
Curious Cody
Mom in guys' bathroom
Keci and I had lunch at the mall the other day and then we separated to do some specialized shopping. After about a half hour my bowels were knocking. So I went upstairs to the top level. Because there is no food court or game gallery up there, there's less traffic in the restrooms. Or so I thought.
This was a bathroom of decent size. There was a circular trough-type urinal, plus 5 toilets. The panels were so low they only half covered the person on the toilet. There was a black-haired boy about 8 or 9 on the middle toilet. His shorts and briefs were at floor level and he had his right hand between his legs pointing his organ into the bowl. He seemed kind of agitated when he saw me, probably because he wasn't getting his bowels to cooperate.
I took the first toilet. The seat was down and there were a few splashes on the front of it it. I quickly pulled off a couple of pieces of toilet paper from the roll and wiped down the front of the seat. Then I dropped my sweats and boxers to floor level and look my seat. Usually with a little push I'm able to get my activity going within 2 minutes of seating myself. Almost immediately a lady outside the doorway was calling our "Clinton, Clinton" and she asked how it was going. The boy didn't immediately answer her so she raised her voice, asked him a couple of questions which he didn't answer, and she started to yell louder at him about answering her. Then she threatened him "I'm coming in Clinton and some other words about making him sorry for not answering her.
She came marching in, walked right up to my stall, and when she found I wasn't Clinton, I guess she could see the top of his head as she walked right up to him and started a confrontation. He seemed shocked and told her "I can't believe you're actually doing this", then something about going into 4th grade and not needing his mother. She stood right in front of him while continuing to badger him about his need to crap daily unless he was enjoying constipation and having to take laxatives. He told her to go outside and wait for him and she became more confrontational.
I finally dropped 3 logs into the toilet and I wiped from the seat. I flushed and headed right over for a handwash while this mom stood in front of Clinton embarrassing him. I'm sure he was glad his friends weren't around. When I told Keci about it she was shocked and felt so sorry for Clinton. Luckily at school, though, his mom's not going to be in the bathroom harassing him. What she does is so lame!
Kristi
RE: Question for Kristi
Hi! I'm honored to be asked a question.
"When your pooping in public or at home do u read the paper when your on the pot? And do u grunt when u poop or do u relax? Most of the time I relax when I'm pooping but sometimes I have to push."
1. It's been awhile since I've read an actual newspaper. I read the news on my phone while pooping all the time, both at home and in public.
2. My poop motto is "Relax it out." I never start out with pushing real hard. I try to sit there, relax, and let my body do its thing. But sometimes I've got to exert a little more effort, and yes, I make pushing noises when I do. And sometimes an easy but big crap will come out suddenly, and I might make a noise. More of a relief sound than a pushing sound.
I hope I answered well!
Love,
Kristi
El
PG
Sink
I once shared a one-person restroom with another guy, and it actually turned out to be a very pleasant experience. It wasn't awkward at all. I was in my early 20's and I was at a gas station/mini mart, and I was waiting to use the restroom. I had to pee really bad, and like I said it was a one-person restroom, with just a toilet and a sink. There was another guy waiting ahead of me, I would say that he was in his late 20's, maybe early 30's. I had been talking with him while we waited so he seemed pretty cool. I would say he was a college graduate type, very clean-cut and well-dressed, like he worked in a clean environment, not an auto garage or anything like that. He was very likeable. I wondered if he would even be nice enough to let me go ahead of him. I then told him that I needed to use the bathroom really bad. He smiled but then he said that he really needed to also. So much for that idea, I thought. Then he said something more surprising. He said that if I was ok with it, we could share the bathroom. Of course I was surprised when he said that. I assumed he meant that we would both pee in the toilet at the same time. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. But then he said that what he meant was that I could pee in the toilet and he would go ahead and pee in the sink. At first I was surprised at that idea but then I thought about it and I finally said "sure."
After a while his turn came up, and so he went in, and I went in with him. I knew it must have looked odd that we both went in at the same time, but at that point I didn't care. I really needed to pee. It was actually a fairly clean bathroom for a mini mart, with only the very slightest bathroom smell in the air. Immediately he went up to the sink and started to get ready to have his pee. As I watched him I began to realize that he was about to relieve himself in the sink instead of in the toilet. I also realized that I was actually beginning to like that idea. And so that's when I decided that I really wanted to pee in the sink. I had never peed in a sink before, and at that moment I really wanted to. And so I quickly said to him "wait." Immediately he stopped undoing his jeans and he said "what?" Then I said to him that if he wanted I could go ahead and use the sink and he could use the toilet instead. But then instead of saying "ok" or something like that, he said that he didn't mind using the sink and he often liked to use the sink when he had the opportunity. I then told him that I was thinking I wanted to try using the sink too. Then he said something even more surprising. He said that if I was ok with it, we could share the sink. Of course I was incredibly shocked when he said that. I watched as he moved over a little bit, and then he smiled and said that there was plenty of room for both of us. I couldn't believe it. But also part of me was a little excited. As I said he was very likeable, and at this point I was beginning to realize that I really did like him. But I was also a little nervous. That's when I said something I know I shouldn't have said. I guess I said it because I was nervous. I said to him "I actually like girls." I know I shouldn't have said that, and I felt terrible. I thought for sure he was going to ask me to leave the bathroom. But instead he was really cool about it. He said "well, I like girls too, but I'm not afraid of the male body." I was glad when he said that. It put everything into perspective. I decided to go ahead and share the sink with him.
I went up to the sink. It was actually a really good sink for peeing in. It was one of those shell-shaped sinks from the 70s, and it had a cabinet underneath which was perfect for leaning up against. He was right about there being enough room for both of us too. As I stood there I could tell he was there next to me but I couldn't feel him directly. It was just right. That's when he started to pee. As he did it made a powerful stream into the sink. It sounded like he was peeing in a urinal. As he continued to pee it became more and more splashy. I even felt it splatter on me a little. That's when I too started to pee. I was still a little nervous, so at first it was only a little trickle. But then as I continued to pee, it became more and more powerful and also more splashy. As we both peed, I could feel more and more of it hitting back against me. But I didn't mind one bit. We kept peeing. Soon I noticed that he was slowly letting himself pee against the faucet instead of into the bowl of the sink. I mentioned it to him but he said "yeah go ahead and do it too." Then he began to let it hit up against the back tile wall. It got a little more splashy when he did that. But he kept doing it. That's when I began to do it too. I slowly lifted up my pee stream, letting it hit against the faucet and then against the tile. It was amazing. The higher I went, the more it splashed. Soon we were getting pee all over. I couldn't believe how amazing it was. We kept peeing until we were all finished.
via
Sheelee's survey
1) Have you or your children used public park toilets?
Oh, absolutely. As a mother of two, I've used them many times and so have my kids. My youngest and I used one together just yesterday.
2) Did the toilets have as much privacy as at other places and were they kept up?
For some reason, the doors and walls are low in it. Maybe because they expect kids to be using them. But I don't walk too close to the stalls when I'm in there in case I accidentally catch a glance at someone in them. I've been sitting in them and saw the tops of heads or even whole faces of other women walking by them.
3) What were the biggest problems you encountered?
Aside from the doors I just mentioned, all the toilets at our park are motion sensor ones. I think these are TERRIBLE for little kids. They always scare them. Otherwise, I almost always have to clean the seat before I use it.
4) When you were young, did the parents of some of your friends forbid them from using such bathrooms?
I never witnessed this, no.
5) Did you see anyone have an accident in those bathrooms?
No, but I've overheard other mothers chiding their children for it.
It wasn't exactly an accident, but more a funny story related to question 3. Years and years ago my son was running up and down the stall next to me and the toilet. He got close enough to trigger the auto flush and it scared both of us! He stayed still after that.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Kristi great set of stories it sounds like you had some pretty good poops.
To: Lavah great story about you helping your friend poop it sounds like she was having a really hard time but you were able to help her get it out.
To: Emma Two great story it sounds like you both had great poops outside and great story about your sleepover poops.
To: Alexandra first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you really had to poop alot lucky you got it all down the toilet and I look forward to reading more of your stories thanks.
To: Pebbles it sounds like you and your mom had a very rough time that case of food poisoning.
To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends.
Well thats all for now to all the other people stories I liked they were amazing and I look forward to reading more I been busy last few months been reading them but not having time to respond as much as I like and if I did this post would be pretty long lol but I will try to now respond more often.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteMina
Dear LEA:
I'm sorry, I take long time to answer your question. I think I put on this post long time ago, I did a motion in my loo without flushing Maho's motion. So my motion on top of hers. I flushed after motion, but then I did another motion, and Maho finished her motion on top of my motion.
Also an another time, Maho was doing motion when Hisae had emergency, so Maho sat back and Hisae sat between her knees and did and did, on top of Maho's motion, and Maho was turn on very much. After Hisae finished, Maho went back on loo and finished her motion.
I try to find numbers of posts, then you can read.
If one crush finish her motion and there is not so much in loo, next crush starts her motion on top of previous motion, no problem. Maybe we can save water a bit.
Dear Victoria and Robyn:
Thank you for answer and stories about bathroom with loo or without loo!
Dear Kristi:
You don't need worry about many post. It is a fun to read all your post. Please write and write and write!
To Julie:
We welcome you! But we hope you don't have a discomfort with your IBS. I and Maho are also Korean but we are "Japanese Korean" because born in Japan. And we don't speak Korean language!
I have more to write, but I write next time.
Love to everyone.
Mina, Maho, Hisae, Kazuko