Ms Menopause
Purchased some Fit Flex adult absorbent briefs
These were on sale today at the grocery store and I bought a package. I have to wear them when I go out as every time I cough or sneeze I pee and sometimes quite a bit. I do my errands on foot or use the bus and washrooms are few and far between, plus with Covid and aerosol I do not want to risk using them even if I could find one (unless it is as the doctor's office where I expect better sanitation).
HKS
Big Wetting
Sometimes my bladder gets weak when I am sick. I have been sick for the past few weeks and I am tired and stressed mentally. I had a therapy session that brought back my anxiety feelings. I was trying to keep it together while driving home, but I got all upset and peed my pants and carseat. I cried a little as I peed so hard that I went my shirt. What shame I felt as I couldn't stop my flow. My bladder was almost empty by the time I stopped, and I couldn't breathe when I realized how soaking I was.I was glad I didn't have an unfortunate #2 as well. Fortunately I was wearing black, so there was no obviously embarrassing stain. I was so full I did some more when I stood up. But my car is ok, and I am trying to get well.
End Stall Em
Graduation yard party
The family of my long-time live-in boyfriend Spencer held a rather rare party Sunday for celebrating a member's graduation. Since the family owns a nursery business and Spencer lays sod, they wanted to show off their large house and huge yard. There must have been more than 200 guests of all ages. They had one thing that seemed so out of place. They moved a portable toilet from one of their construction sites to their backyard. I'm not saying it wasn't needed, but it just seemed so out of place with the complete catered meal and well stocked bar near it.
Spencer said his mom was concerned that with only two bathrooms in the house, if someone stayed in the bathroom too long or clogged the toilet, that would create an inconvenience to other guests who probably ranged from 5 to 85 years old. When Spencer and I woke up Sunday morning I had to do a super-pee left over from the few hours we spent at a club the previous night. While at the club I remember peeing twice, perhaps three times, because I also remembered pushing out a really hard crap during my first sit. Frankly when I drink too much I worry about not being fast enough to make it around the tables and down the aisle to where the restrooms are. Although this was a nicer club, the bathroom was kind of unkempt when my turn came I took the warm seat. I must have peed a gallon. Eyes kept looking in via the crack, but all I could say was getting there. I might have even slurred a couple of my words. One lady seemed upset when I told her I was moving as fast as I could. I didn't directly answer her question: was I pissing and crapping. She had been drinking heavily and slammed her fist into the stall door. I found that to be unsettling, but I refused to point her out later to Spencer.
The next day at the party Spencer and I were moving around a lot, but I was especially eyeing the PP and who, if anyone, would be using it because it was so close to the serving stage. At first, it was a group of guys who had a lot to drink but couldn't probably have found their way into the house and to the bathroom. There was mother at a table next to ours sternly telling her 6 or 7 year old girl that she should have gone, as told, before they left home. I could tell the mother was saying no to the girl wanting to use the PP, so much that the girl started crying. I ended up taking her by the hand through the crowd and to the downstairs toilet in the house. When I brought the girl back to her mother, who was very critical of the availability of the PP, which she said was the dirtiest toilet option and definitely out of place in a suburban neighborhood. I thought of my lack of options at many places and the dirty toilets I had to use in both levels of school, at outdoor concerts, and twice in a park where I walked into a line of open toilets and two girls sharing a joint as they sat. And there were the complaints at the mall I work at from those who felt the toilets should have had tissue seat protectors. Why would I want to hear of more jammed up toilets that needed plunging?
My worst toilet experience came back in grade school. I knew I had a huge crap to get out. My teacher excused me. But someone had thrown up in the nearest toilet that I would use so I hurried downstairs to a strange unimproved room with a couple of toilets totally in the open and across from the boiler and other huge equipment. My panties had just hit the floor and I was pushing like mad to get my huge crap out. I was probably 1/3 there when an alarm rang, the principal announced a tornado drill and several classes were assembled in that room, with everyone seated on the floor, with hands over their head. What could I do? I stayed seated and luckily the drill last only a few minutes. But to me, that was a long, long time that I've told Spencer about when complains about using bathrooms away from home.
Shoutouts:
Amelie:
I'm proud of you for the progress you are making. Learning to use a public toilet is a definite life skill. I've made my share of mistakes, but I try to learn from each one.
Thunder:
I fully agree with your philosophy that public toilets are a necessity and you have to make the best of them. I find that while my boyfriend Spencer complains about some of the bathrooms, and even the one in our apartment, it is too easy to over-react and over-think something.
James:
I found it interesting about how your dad dealt with your messes. Until I was probably 5 or 6 my dad would take me with him into the mens room, and I would almost cry afraid of having an accident while he spread toilet paper over the seat before I could sit on it. By age 4 I found he didn't do that for himself when he had to sit for a crap. When I would ask him why he didn't, he said the toilet paper was under his thighs and I just couldn't see it. Liar!Imogen
To James - wee vs poo accidents
Hey James, thanks for your reply!
I tend to find I have more wee accidents, and actually I've noticed I seem to dribble in my knickers a bit more recently. Your description of pooing yourself then wetting yourself whilst trying to clean up sounds nasty!
Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Kenna
Josh struggles badly visiting friends :(
Hey all! Hope everyone is well! Jennifer- haha yeah it seems crazy but josh has pretty much pooped everywhere possible around me so were just used to it, and however he chooses to go depending on his issue during a bm i obviously support him in any way that makes it easier on him :) this happened recently visiting some of my friends. Josh has met them but the last time we stayed overnight at their place he didnt need to go poop at all. They have 2 bathrooms but 1 is in the master bedroom so really only 1 bathroom for guests. We stayed 3 nights this time and josh hadnt gone poop (hadnt had a good poop i should say, he pooped 2 days before we left but it was only a couple short hard chunks so he didnt get much relief). He was nervous about getting constipated and plugging their toilet. I brought suppositories and vaseline along just in case. I told him we could always use a public bathroom or find a private place to hike and go also. That seemed to help him relax. The 2nd day we were there he pulled me aside and told me he had to go poop but didnt want to go in their house. It was the middle of the afternoon and we had dinner plans so i told our friends i was going to get ready and take a shower, and told josh to come with me to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom i told josh id be awhile getting ready and really take my time so i bought him as much time as he needed to go poop. He was still nervous but i told him i would take the blame if the toilet clogged, etc. He sat on the toilet hesitantly and after a couple minutes he was still reluctant and hadnt started to push. "Itll be ok baby, start pushing. You definitely should poop before dinner". I knelt in front of him and held his hands. He sighed and agreed. He sucked in a breath and began to push. He did this several times when a pained look came across his face. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "Yeah it does, this is going to be a bad one. I dont think i can do this in here, kenna". "Well, keep pushing, try to get something to come out babe". Josh pushed and gently strained as quietly as he could but it was clear he couldnt relax enough to start going. "I cant go, kenna. I think ill need a suppository for this one". Can we find another place for me to poop"? "Yes, of course!" I could tell josh was uncomfortable during dinner but he didnt let on to our friends that anything was up. We arrived back home late evening to their place and since we had plans in the morning, luckily our feiends said they were heading to bed early. I took josh into our room and asked how and where he wanted to try to poop. "Anywhere where we have privacy, preferably not here though". "Can you give me a suppository first"? "Of course babe!" I took the box of suppositories out of my duffle bag while josh pulled down his pants and boxers. He layed on the bed and i asked if he was ready. "Yep, go for it. Thanks kenna, youre the best, i dont know what id do without you!" "Of course hon, its no problem, im always here to help!" I replied. I gently worked on inserting the suppository into his butt. "Oh wow josh, this feels really hard" "i know, im going to have a really hard time i think" said josh. It took a couple tries to get it inserted all the way. Josh stood up and put his boxers and pants back on. "I know theres a park close by otherwise family bathrooms at walmart depending on how you want to do this or where your comfortable trying to go" "mmmm, park sounds more private, lets try that first" josh said. I put the suppositories and vaseline in my purse just in case. "Put some toilet paper in your pockets just in case we dont find a bathroom or something" i told him. He grabbed some tp and we quietly headed out. The park was about 10 minutes away. It did not have any bathrooms, just a porta potty. "Do you want to try the porta potty or take a walk"? "Im nervous about someone finding both of us in there, but its night time, so that should be fine". Josh led me into the porta potty and locked the door. He put toilet paper on the seat and sat down. "Take your time josh. Relax, just let this come out, we have plenty of time now" i encouraged. He started to push and work on going. The pain on his face returned and i hugged him as he tried to go. Several pushes later he felt something small come out and he stood up to look. I shone my flashlight from my phone into the toilet and we saw the suppository resting on top of some toilet paper. "Oops, i guess we didnt give that long enough to work did we"? I said. "No i guess not, i was in a rush to poop though so that didnt help either". "Im going to need another one kenna, it hurts too much to come out on its own". "Lets go back to the car and ill give you another one, then we can take a walk or just listen to music while we wait for it to work". He layed across the back seat of my car and i got out another suppository. This time i put vaseline on it to make it slip in easier. "Ready, here goes" i told josh. I gently worked the suppository in and applied some more vaseline also, hoping it would help it be less painful when he tried again. The end of his poop felt rock hard and big. "I can feel why this hurts babe" "ugh. I know. This is gonna suck. I cant wait to get this out". We chilled in the car for quite awhile when i told josh to let me see if this suppository was doing its job. We got out of the car and went back into the porta potty. Josh bent over leaning against the back wall. I spread his cheeks and instructed him to push. His butthole slowly dialated and i could see the tip with the suppository sticking out. It appeared mostly melted. "We should be good to go babe" i told him. He sat down again on the toilet and i spread his cheeks. "Puuuuush baby" i whispered to him. "You can do this". He started trying to go by giving slow steady hard pushes. He would grunt softly at the end, and take another slow breath and repeat the process. "Ugghhh, its so hard and dry, the tip is coming but it keeps getting stuck. It feels too big to come out further" "squat backwards on toilet and ill help hold you up". Ill work some more vaseline around it while you try pushing it out". Josh got into a squat and i held him up under his butt and spread his cheeks. "Push babe, you can do it. Its only going to hurt a little longer and then it will be over". He took a deep breath and tensed up as he began pushing on it. It began to come out but would go back in when he couldnt push anymore. "Im goong to rub some more vaseline on it and around your hole when you push". If that doesnt work in a little bit ill give you another suppository". "Sounds good to me, i just need to get this to come out!" "Just concentrate baby, i know it hurts and is uncomfortable but you can do this. Try to push slowly, dont overwork yourself". He pushed again and i worked some more vaseline around it and on his hole. I coached him thru the next few pushes to try helping him. "Its starting to come out again josh, push hard, keep going, keep going, puuuuuushh" i coaxed. He stopped to realax and it slipped back inside slowly. "Its ok baby, try again, you can do this. Focus. This time try not to let it go back in, and keep some pressure on it so you dont lose your progress". He began tensing up again and his poop started coming again. He did his best to not let it go back inside when he needed to take another breath but i could tell he was having trouble. "It just wont budge kenna, i am sooooo constipated" "can you give me another suppository? I need a break anyways, my legs hurt from squatting". "Yeah lets take a break and let you relax for awhile. It doesnt seem like its going to come out on the toilet. We can try another position if you want". "Yeah its hard to squat that long and concentrate. I may need to lay on my back or side with my knees up". I gave him another suppository and we layed out under the stars and moonlight for a good half hour. "At least its a beautiful night, i just wish i wanst having such a hard time going, sorry this is taking me forever" josh said. "Its fine babe. This is relaxing just the two of us, i just wish your poop would come out so you can relax!" "Im ready to try again, i think ill just lay back against you with my legs up". He layed his head in my lap and i gently ran my fingers thru his hair and rubbed his shoulders while he was pushing. I was just letting him push and not saying anything to him. He occasionally was kind of whimpering and saying "ow ow ow" during his pushes. After 5 minutes i asked him if it was coming out. "Yeah its finally moving some but it hurts and its slow going". "At least its starting to come. Ill help you out". I changed positions and got in front of josh. He was right, his poop was sticking out 3 or 4 inches and it was really big. "Give a hard push josh. Im going to try helping you". I rubbed vaseline on him and pushed around his anus while he pushed. That seemed to help a bit, he was able to struggle out another inch or two. Since it was coming out i gently lifted his butt and put toilet paper under him so he could go on that. He next few pushes didnt get any further progress. "Almost there babe, its coming. This is almost over. Puuuush. Focus on me babe". "Im going to try gently pulling on this while your pushing, ok?" I desperately wanted to help him get this done asap. I grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped it on the turd closest to his anus. "Push josh, you got this". He pushed and i gently pulled with one hand, and pushed up on his perineum with the other. This slowly did the trick after 10 or 15 pushes. It was coming out when he pushed so i stopped pulling it. It broke off around 15" and he took a short break. A few pushes later and his next log was on its way. He had some difficulty with it but way better than the 1st. It came out and was a foot long or so. He was finally done. "Ouch....thank goodness thats over with" he panted. "Great job babe, just lay back, ill wipe you quick". I carefully wiped his butt and he sat up. He saw his poop and his jaw dropped. "Holy crap, how did that come out of me!?" "Slowly, painfully and barely" i replied. "Yeah no kidding! That was incredibly difficult. Thanks for being patient and helping me thru it though!" He kissed me on the cheek. I wrapped his poop in toilet paper and disposed of it in the toilet while he put his boxers and pants back on. "The next person that uses this porta potty isnt gonna believe how big that turd is either!" I exclaimed. "Haha probably not, i definitely have some impressive ones sometimes" said josh. "Yea you do, ive never done anything close to most of yours" i said. We drove back to our friends and pretty much passed out right away, josh had to be exhausted from his efforts. We slept in as late as we could the next morning. Josh took a shower and i pooped (nothing to write about but since im here anyways....it was 2 turds. 1st was 6" or so and the second was about 8".) We headed to brunch and then home. It was good to catch up with them, just joshs ordeal wasnt so fun :( take care all, ill post again when i can! Xoxo Kenna
david
Re tricky
Wait are you telling me you heard your female co workers poop through vents? Tell us do female plops sound the same as men's? It is such a mystery to me!
Last week I was in a public toilet taking a dump, I heard the female cleaning lady approach, she quickly flushed the stall next to me and left again. It seems they never announce themselves but when they see there is one stall occupied they usually leave and do other stuff somewhere else.
It seems different in the US.
James F
Re: Anthony T - Cutting the Line in an Emergency
A bit of a delayed response to the post on page 2943 but reading that story I could maybe play devils advocate a bit as I'v been friends with several people who've worked in the airline business as Flight Attendants and Pilots.
In terms of locking the toilet doors when the plan was in serious turbulence I think people maybe don't release the potential the danger there. If the plane loses altitude rapidly in that situation you can effectively have zero g which can cause serious injury, I remember reading about a case were a woman was allowed to use a toilet and ended up being paralysed due to a broken neck.
Even on the ground the queuing system for take off can be quiet chaotic and if your in a situation were you can't take your slot due to someone using the toilet you can lose it and end up waiting quite a long time, I can see why they wanted to avoid that if the flight was already delayed. I'm guessing if the woman had been as desperate as she was latter they would have let her use the toilet then but again during turbulence bad enough for the FA's to be seated I think that has to come second to safety even if someone is close to an accident.
I'd definitely have felt sorry for her to end up in that situation but I'm not sure anything the FA's did was wrong. A bit cruel to say in public but honestly from your description it does seem like this wasn't some illness that hit her, it was her delaying having a solid poo for too long before the hold up happened. Not to sound too harsh but ultimately the way that could have been avoided is if she'd just gone to the toilet at the airport, she did ultimately take a gamble not doing that, getting onto a plane probably needing to poo quite badly knowing it could be delayed to the degree that a wait of just over an hour results in such a disastrous solid poop accident.
Monika B.
Whenever I get VERY stressed out, I get diarrhea every day. It's mild, but still. Apparently this *doesn't* happen with ibs, but it happens to me so...
Am I the only one?Princess Opal
My latest poop
Chloe: thanks for the reply!
So yesterday I finally had my poop! I haven't done one yet today. Last night my poop felt really firm coming out, but not painful. It actually felt great! When I looked in the bowl, I saw a pretty good sized turd with corn from Wednesday's dinner! And my colon felt really nice and cleaned out, which is one of my absolute favorite things about pooping. I'm looking forward to pooping again. Earlier in the shower I did a really stinky fart that smelled exactly like poop, so I'm betting it's coming soon!
There are these 2 adorable little girls I babysit sometimes, ages 1 and 3. The older one talks a lot about poop and farts! The younger one doesn't talk much, but being a baby she certainly goes to the bathroom in her pants a lot...if you can catch her before she rips her pants off! I guess my attitude about pooping is a lot like a little kid's. A lot of little kids talk about pooping as just a part of everyday life. They haven't learned yet that it's considered a dirty secret. They just know that it feels good! In fact sometimes after pooping I am just so happy to have a healthy body that I giggle! When I was in third grade and learned for the first time that you poop out waste from your meals, I thought it was kind of an unpleasant end to delicious meals. Now I think of it as part of the enjoyment. I have to admit I like the crackling noise when poop is coming out. I also like the plopping sound!
Mina: sorry I forgot to answer you. The reason I can't talk to my little sister about poop anymore is that she lost interest in it. I'm hoping after I graduate this year I can find a friend I could talk to.
To Roy
Good thing they were boxerbriefs, you had less of a mess. I still wear tighty whities or color briefs, never really changed. I too though get anxiety during exams, I am in my first year of college. I try to blow up the bathroom before I leave my dorm room before an exam so I don't have any urges during. So far so good though, I did have one huge accident walking back from class because I didn't want to go in the bathroom at the lecture hall. Way too crowded and public. I thought I could make it back to my dorm room, but didn't and straight up filled my pants. Thankfully it was late in the day and no one was around. I got lucky too my dorm mate wasn't there otherwise I would have had lots of questions to answer lmao.Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Emma great story it sounds like you both had good poops outside and great story about clogging the toilet at work as well.
To: Mina as always another great set of stories about you and your friends.
To: Paige great set of stories.
To: Kristi great pooping stories you posted.
Well that's all for now I will try to post more often just been busy and I know there are more great stories to read I will get to them as soon as I can.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteRonette
Waiting to get on a toilet
If there's one thing that defines my first 19 years on earth it is waiting. As I think about it, waiting for a toilet to sit on is getting almost too common and frustrating for me. I'm a college student, work babysitting jobs, and I spend a lot of time in moving from one place to another. Sometimes more than 2 hours a day traveling between my parents' house (it is old and small and has only one toilet) and using the gross bathrooms at the transit centers where I change trains (1 or 2 toilet bathrooms at most and no privacy doors on the toilets), waiting in line on campus for a stall to open with a line at most bathrooms (try 10 packed into an old bathroom to get on one of 2 toilets within a 15 minute class break) and stopping at Monty's apartment (tiny and old with only one toilet).
The other night I studied late in the library. I was 3 days constipated because I could feel my crap ready to come out, but after a 15 minute wait for a toilet to open on each of 3 levels of the library, I lost that feeling. Then I get really frustrated when I push and push on a toilet I waited several minutes for and I can only drop a piece the size of a fingernail between my legs. I was thinking about exams next week, making sure I made to the transit center before the last train left, plus the number of other girls waiting for me to vacate the toilet. They close one level for cleaning and all business goes to one of the other 2 floors. Before I got off the toilet, I reached into my purse and took 2 laxative tablets, and then made the run for the last train. I bought a Pepsi for my run because I needed to for my laxative to work. I missed the train.
So I walked upstairs and got a ride-share. By having him take me to another transit center, I still could make a connection to my parents'.
That was costly, but it didn't involve calling my boyfriend Monty and asking if I could crash at his tiny apartment. My parents would never have approved of that, although lying close in his small bed was the remedy I really wanted. Still I remembered the last two times I was over there. He's very methodical and slow about his morning shit. He'll sit 30 minutes and think nothing of it. One morning I walked a block down the street to the Cenex, took my shit and was drinking a hot coffee in the living room when I came back. All he did was ask where his was.
Back to my dilemma, my train was showing as 10 minutes away. I had to pee badly and I knew the 30 minute train ride on probably 40 year old tracks wouldn't help. The bathroom was close by and I went for it. I saw the light was out, but that it wasn't closed. When I got there I could see the 2 bulbs had been stolen. Pitch dark in the room. Two toilets. No privacy doors. But I had used these dozens of times, most often under crowded conditions. I went up to the closest toilet. With my right hand I identified the seat was down, although I didn't want to know what was below it. I dropped my jeans and underwear and took my seat. The deluge I produced seemed quite loud with no one around. The seat stood up when I did for a moment and I had a couple of unpleasant thoughts. Had it been cleaned since the Bush administration? Would Monty be humbled by such an experience?
My parents were asleep and at 12:30 a.m. I hit my bed clothing on. I woke up at 6, my gut busting for an emptying, but my dad was on the toilet for his usual morning shit. He wouldn't be done for at least 20 or 30 minutes. I changed my jeans and undies fast and threw on one of my school tops. I was out-of-the-house and hurrying to the city park which was on my way to the transit center. I hurried in, took one of 2 open toilets, and as I ripped my clothing down and my butt hit the seat, there were 3 thunderous eruptions that filled the bowl with soft serve.
A really old lady walking with a cane came to the doorway and called in, asking permission to join me. She moved slowly. I thought how nice of her to ask permission. I can't recall my dad, Monty or anyone else being so nice. She said she was 89 and that her husband of 60 years hogged the toilet in the single bathroom in their home. She has had some bladder infections and said she can't wait before she leaks.
She was so cute slowly lining up over the toilet, pulling down her sweats, and gingerly taking her seat. By all the wiping I was doing she guessed that I had a messy one. She complimented me about wiping, flushing, and then resuming the wiping. Stacking used toilet tissue in the bowl causes clogs, inconveniences other users, and, she thinks, contributes to some of the other misuses of the bathroom. She said she and her husband cannot afford to pay higher taxes for such clean-ups.
As I was standing and pulling my clothing up, she said her name was Doris. She finished what was probably her night-long hold, and was starting to use her cane to get off the toilet. Unfortunately, she was kind of shaky and she dropped it. I immediately with my clothing not fully up, raced over there and helped her stand. She saw a tattoo I have just above my butt crack. Her oldest granddaughter has the same one, she said with a smile. We washed our hands and I admired her gait as she walked back toward her house.
When I got to the transit station I felt another crap ready to exit, but the line was too long and hostile. I was successful in holding it until I got to campus. The toilets in the student union were all spoken for, and I knew it would be that way in the library too. I walked across the street to the BP station. There were 3 in line for the ladies room, but I walked around them to the mens room which was right there and had its door open. I was only on the toilet for 30 seconds of soft crap and some gas. The wipe took me about that long and as I exited I went to my left so as to avoid the scrutiny of the line. I purchased a coffee so I would be a good customer and then walked over to my Biology class.
Winnie:
Great attitude, girl! I've learned to enjoy my stops in the bathrooms at Wal-Mart. The toilet seats are a little bigger, stronger and more comfortable. I can enjoy my sit without having the seat loose and so cheap that I'm afraid if I move on it, it might give way.
Amelie:
I enjoy hearing about your experiences. I found one building on my campus where its always open for some classes and practices; it is the fieldhouse! While it is about a 4-block walk on campus there's wall-to-wall toilets there. I think I've counted about 30, because the teams draw big crowds for games. During regular weekdays, no more than 3 or 4 toilets are used at a time. They are also kept in good condition because of the number of influential adults that use them on weekends. An extra bonus is that they pipe music in there that they use for the track and weight room. Ever since middle school when I would start using public bathrooms away from home, I've tried to drop my previous inhibitions. Pause for the pees and enjoy the craps. You're normal!
Princess Opal
Thanks for the lovely replies
Winnie: aww, thanks!
Mina+3: getting a reply from you is so exciting! Sakura says the woolly rabbit sounds cute :) I've been reading your old posts and love them! How many years have you been writing here?
So I haven't had a poop yet today, but I'm really looking forward to it! I'll tell you about it when I do it...
The other day I pooped and noticed that the turd looked an awful lot like the cookie I had for breakfast the day before! I'm not sure if I have told this story on here or not, but when I was almost 15, my sisters and grandma had to go to a port-a-john at the beach. Obviously many people had gone before me! At first I was grossed out by the gigantic poop pile, but then I realized, everyone poops! I noticed all the poop looked the same as mine, so certainly there was nothing wrong with me dropping my turds! Plus, it felt really good to poop, too! To this day it's one of my best pooping memories.
I'll take Mina's advice and not surf the web while I poop, so I'll sign off now, and write about my next poop tomorrow.
Hisae (Mina is translator)
Answer to question about use toilet in front of man
Somebody with no name asked to Mina, "do you use toilet in front of man, or only female friend?"
Mina cannot answer this question because she was painful and cried bucket.
So I, Hisae, answer for her. I wrote answer on paper in Japanese, then Mina translate.
When Mina was schoolgirl, in Wales, she fell in love Welsh boy. But after that, she had to go back Japan. So they said good-bye with lots tears.
Mina was schoolgirl, so of course she didn't know that it was possible that woman use toilet in front of man. So she never did, with Welsh boyfriend. Also they never sleep together. Parents were strict.
Later, Mina and boyfriend split. Mina was heartbreak. Boyfriend is now married with Welsh woman.
Then Mina read on this toiletstool site about women and men share toilet together and do wee and motions while partner watch.
"Why I didn't know this was possible?" Mina wail and wail into bucket. Really she wants to do motions with boyfriend watching, even now! She wants to wash and dry his bottom! She wants her bottom wash and dry by him! But impossible! And she never never wants that with other man. She never love other man in her all life.
Mina said, if her boyfriend become widower, she invite him to Japan, and he stay with us, and she will do motion with him next to her, even he is 85 or 90 years old.
But question hurt her sensitive part. Of course we are angry not at all. Mr or Ms Questioner, you couldn't know Mina's situation. So it is not your fault. We forgive at once. (It is dangerous to ask this question to Maho. She will have convulsion.)
Why Hisae answer, and not Maho or Kazumi? Because Hisae had boyfriend before, Japanese boyfriend, and she often did motions in front of him! Mina is happy that Hisae can give this answer to you. Hisae and boyfriend not together now, no relation to toilet. Hisae doesn't want to do motion in front of man any more. Past is past.
We hope this answer make you happy.
Love from Hisae + 3
Teacher Accident
Our school was part of a softball tournament, and a lot of students and teachers attended it. We played two games on Thursday. One in the morning and one in the afternoon, and in-between the two games, we had a cookouts lunch. The players ate in their on group, the parents ate in theirs, and us teachers ate in ours. After we got done eating, we just sat and talked. In the middle of the conversation, one teacher let out a small fart. We all giggled and started letting out farts. It was funny, teachers in their forties letting us various farts. At the end, one brunette teacher let out a wet one. We joked that she pooped her pants, but then she said "I think I might have." It was confirmed when she got up and awkwardly walked down the hill to the bathroom. Everybody found it funny, including her.Thunder
This & That
I refer pack to the post by Tricky....yes I too have had a BM (twice , I think) when the cleaning lady was in the men's toilets. Did not worry e at least and did not seem to worry the cleaning lady. My viewpoint is that if a person enters public toilets etc they have to take what they get (within reason, of course). Toilets are for a purpose and a necessary one at that.
Toilets are not installed to be an art display or water feature!
Art display reminds me of Australia's most famous art prize being the Archibald Prize. The artist to enter has to paint a picture of a well known person. This artist chose a well known and respected Asian chef.
They were talking and the chef said the artist was lucky because his art works are hung on walls, whereas her (the chef) art work ends up down a toilet.
Anyway he painted a picture of her sitting on the toilet and by the expression on her face she was pushing out a poo. It did not win but it made the finals so that was a good result.
Now next thing, yesterday I was out at the business place of a customer.....the owner and his wife were there.
After a while I needed a wee so I headed to the toilet and as I approached a voice ( his wife) called out "I'm in here."
I delayed my trip to the toilet and when I did go she was obviously having a dump due to the air freshener I could detect.Winnie
Pooh bear
Holly Rae: I'm glad that you asked those questions
First of all I'm sorry that you went through that she was totally out of line and had no right to treat you like that now to answer your questions
1. Are bare buns on a public toilet really that bad? I been bare sense I was potty trained I don't believe that it nothing wrong with it but I only tried it once with a teacher of mine other than that I pass
2. Are seat protector papers a necessity? I don't think that they are necessary useful from I'm from feeling free even in portal potty , it just never been a problem here
3. How could I have more effectively dealt with her judgmental and ignorant behavior? You tried being nice and polite so you did good job but I can't speak for the next person but I can't say that I can handle that situation well lol but have a great day
Emma two
Another poo in the woods
I was busting to poo this morning and as I was so warm I thought it would be nice to go in the woods again. I asked Sarah if she would like to come with me and she said that would be nice but she didn't need a poo as she'd been to the toilet a few minutes ago. I grabbed the wet wipes and we walked down to the woods together. We got there twenty minutes later and we found the place we used the last time to poo together. Our loads were gone to nature but the wet wipes were still there and I realised they weren't biodegradable. Whoops! I thought I'd best not use any more but there was the problem of what else I could use. I decided I could go anyway and wipe when I got home, so I pulled my shorts and knickers down as Sarah watched and I squatted down. I pushed gently until I felt my poo coming out and I peed as a wide solid poo stretched my bottom. It hurt a bit but not in an unpleasant way and I loved the feeling of all the bumpy texture of it as it passed through my bottom. It broke off at about six inches long and landed with a thud as it hit the ground. There was more to come so I pushed again and this time it was softer and it coiled up on top of the first poo. I pushed again but I was finished so I pulled up my knickers but not quite all the way up and then my shorts.
When we got back to the flat I went to the toilet and wiped myself and luckily I didn't get any skid marks in my knickers. I hate that.Malika
Hi
live poop
I hope you enjoy it.
Now sit on the toilet.
My pee is running.
Now I relax my butt
Hnnnnng Hnnnng there's something big and hard. Hnnnnng Hnnnng.
My butt open a little . Again hnnnnnnnnng push. I feel it.
The head looks out. Seems to be a big turd. hehe.
Hnnnng it's coming slowly. Hnnnnnng now it's slide coming out.
it's hanging out of my butt. Short but probably wide turd.
Platsch ahhhhhhh that feels good.
but there is more to come.
hnnnnng push hnnnnnng push. The second turd is softer but still thick.
Hnnnnnng it's coming out hnnnnng hnnnng ohhhh it feels so good.
Platsch.
I'm done. I haven't been for 2 days now. It feels so good.
then I'll wipe.
until then :) feel free to give me feedback.
Vincene
Gender and cleanliness of butts?
That question is a great one:
Are male butts dirtier than female butts on a public toilet seat?
My longtime boyfriend has played baseball and now is on a couple of softball teams. He has had many of his craps in the park toilets just before games start. That's a 360 from 15 years ago when I first knew him in high school. He would hold his craps until he got to my house after school or his house if we didn't have an activity. He said the boys room toilets were filthy and in his first couple of craps as a freshman his butt stuck of the seat for a moment when he stood up to wipe. But at my house he would often leave a liquid souvenir over the front of the seat.
When I told my mom, this was back in junior high, I was crapping at school most every day, plus my 3 or 4 pee pit stops between classes, and how some of the seats were in bad shape, she taught me to sit on paper. That was cumbersome but I did it until I was 16. We moved to a new city and the school had those pre-cut paper squares that wouldn't stay on the seat anyway. It has been bare butt-down for me since then and I haven't looked back.
My boyfriend with whom I live takes a long bath each morning. I bathe each night before bed. It is regular hygiene that counts the most in answering the question of gender and the cleanliness of butts. On that, me and mom now agree.
Trina
Erica T
College Poop Disaster
Hey everybody, I stumbled on this site and thought I would share my worst bathroom moment that has happened to me so far. So I started college last September and I have a fear of pooping in public toilets so I always try to hold it until I get home.
One night I was really hungry for a snack and saw fiber one bars in the pantry. And wow they are really good so I literally ate the whole box of 5 bars.
Next morning I'm sitting in class and all of a sudden my stomach starts rumbling, and felt like it was bubbling. I knew bad things were about to happen. So I tried to just hold it and it kept getting worse and worse to the point where I'm now sweating and hunched over in my chair trying to not shit my pants.
At this point I realize I am about to fill my panties if I don't get to the bathroom. So I calmly get out of my chair trying to make it seem like I am not about to destroy the bathroom. Got out of the classroom and had to waddle to the closest bathroom.
I got into the bathroom and thankfully it was empty, I ran into the first stall, pulled up my skirt, threw down my underwear and sat down. I began letting out the loudest stinkiest dump I have ever taken in my life. I spent half an hour in there absolutely shitting my guts out, farting and cursing out whoever made fiber one bars.
And the best part, after I was done I went to grab toilet paper and of course there was none in the stall. So I had to waddle to the next stall with a dirty ass while trying to not get poop on my skirt. After using half the roll of toilet paper I went back to class and felt a bit better.
20 min later my guts start bubbling again and the whole story repeats itself lmao.Midwesterner
Planting Season Toilet Antics
Midwesterner here just checking in. I hope everybody is doing well on this forum lately! Planting season for corn and soybeans (the main crops we grow) is in full swing here, and between dodging rain and fixing/ preparing planting equipment, I've been very busy. I apologize that I haven't had much time to post lately, but hopefully I will post more once the crops are in the ground and things slow down a bit!
@Kristi
I wanted to specifically reach out to you to see how you're doing. I always enjoy reading your posts because they're relatable for me. But I just felt like I needed to check to see how you're doing.
As many of you may recall, I farm with the help of my wife, Anna, as well as a few other friends and relatives during our busy times. When things get rolling, it's not uncommon for us to be working 16 hour days to try and get seed in the ground, and we aren't always near a restroom facility. So inevitably, that means we will have to relieve ourselves outdoors. I know that I have probably peed outside behind a tractor or treeline more than I've peed in a toilet to be honest. I've also definitely taken my boot and shoved dirt aside to make a little pit, and squatted down to poop behind said tractor or treeline. Anna does the same thing (and obviously pees that way too). If one of us has to stop back home or at the main farm, we will almost always use the bathroom while we're there. We carry shop towels or mechanics wipes to use as toilet paper in our trucks and tractors.
This year, Anna's cousin, Maddie, has started helping us with the farm on a part time basis a couple days per week now that her school is out for the summer. She moved in with us towards the beginning of this year and plans to live with us for now while she attends college. There was a stormy day coming in the forecast (today), so we planned on making a big day out of it the day before to get as much acreage planted as possible. I got up at 5 to get things ready for the day. I felt the slight urge to poop upon waking up, so I sat on the toilet at home for a few minutes, but nothing came out. As I was getting ready to head out, Anna woke up, gave me a good morning kiss, and then told me she'd bring Maddie and meet me at the farm with breakfast. An hour or so later, the girls showed up with a great meal. When I got done talking everybody through the game plan for the day, Maddie went into the bathroom in the shop building where I work on the equipment. That breakfast really made my urge to poop come back, so I thought that I'd use the bathroom when she finished. 5 minutes later, I heard the toilet flush. When Maddie came out, she said "sorry, I had to take a dump." I laughed and told her that I did too. I went in and sat on the seat that was still warm from her butt. I noticed a smell too, but it didn't bother me too much. Once I finished, I got out to the field and didn't have anything too eventful happen in regards to peeing or pooping. However, planting season has just begun, so I'm sure there will be more to come!
Washing Dishes
Hi SPAS sisters and all,
I wanted to make sure I had a little time to come share my new experience while it was fresh and new. I have always been one to hold it whenever I need to go, pee or poop, and today was no different. I peed when I woke up this morning but not since and had been drinking a lot of coffee and then water until lunch, so I had to go pretty bad by that point. I had also been putting off my usual morning BM, with urges for that coming and going all morning. But between not liking to stop what I'm doing and also enjoying the feeling of a full bladder or bowels, I kept putting it off. Did some housework, went for a long walk around the neighborhood, came back and made lunch and sat down to eat it. I squirmed through lunch and had decided to maybe finally give up and go to the bathroom, but then noticed the full sink and dishwasher and decided I'd deal with that first.
I unloaded the dishwasher, which took a few minutes, then loaded it with most of the items from the sink, but there are a couple of non-stick skillets and wine glasses that have to be hand washed, so I turned on the water to let it warm up. Hearing the running water made the urge worse and I had to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs. I put soap on the sponge and started washing the wine glasses, wiggling back and forth doing the full on potty dance.
Feeling the warm water on my hands only made things worse! I got through the two wine glasses and was scrubbing one of the pans when a spurt of pee escaped. I clamped down and squeezed tight, knees bent, pretty close to losing it. But I was almost done and my hands were all wet and sudsy, so I kept going, rocking back and forth. A moment later a bigger squirt escaped, a full second or two, and I felt the crotch of my panties and grey leggings turn warm and wet instantly. I was also on the edge of turtle heading from behind. I quickly scrubbed the last pan and tried to rinse it off, dancing in place.
I shut off the water and reached for the drying towel, but I had to unclench to move to reach it, and when I did the pee started coming again, a steady stream that quickly flooded my panties and began spreading down my thighs, across my butt and crotch and rapidly down both legs and onto the tile floor. I moaned with relief and stood there watching the wet stain spread for many seconds, then felt my anus open and, while I probably could have stopped and done this part in my toilet, I figured I was already standing here in wet clothes anyway, so I didn't try to stop and just let the poop push out into my panties and push to help it spread against the resistance of the leggings, which honestly felt incredible.
I caught my breath after finishing, then grabbed some paper towels to wipe up the floor. I'll have to mop that later, I guess. I then waddled my way back to my bathroom, checked out the stain and very obvious bulge in the mirror, carefully took everything off and emptied the large load into the toilet, wiped off, tossed the soiled clothes into the washing machine, and took a nice warm shower.
And now I'm here telling all you nice people about it, ha.
Hope Catherine and Shannon and the other SPAS are doing well and come back soon!
Trina
James
Cleaning up after accidents
I thought it might be interesting to write about how my strategies for cleaning up after a poo accident changed as I got older, along with the different strategies my parents used for clean-up when I was young enough to need their help. I've already mentioned a little bit about this in my posts about some of my more memorable accidents, but it perhaps deserves its own post, and I'd also be interested to hear about how everyone else here who knows what it's like to be accident-prone has adapted to sorting out messes. This post is particularly for Deb and Shannon, who have both talked about how they dealt with accidents in recent months.
Back when I first started school, I was rather clueless about both the fact that I needed to clean myself up if I was dirty, and how to go about doing so, whether the accident had happened at home or somewhere else. In my reception year at school (age 4-5) I would just sit in my poo until someone noticed and took me to the bathroom. I don't remember ever having my underwear changed at school - I had to go home early a couple of times, but more often my pooey pants would only be discovered after I got home. During Year 1, I began to realise that I was pooing myself more than the other kids, and that it was something I shouldn't still be doing, but even if I went to the toilet after dirtying my pants I'd still not really have any idea what to do about the mess, and so if it happened at school I'd perhaps try and finish my poo in the toilet - if I was feeling brave enough - but would then pull my (still-full) pants back up and go back to class. At home, I also tried to ignore the state of my underwear, and I particularly remember one afternoon sitting on the sofa watching TV with a large mushy poo in my pants that had come out on the way home from school, and then being told off by my mum after she worked out what the smell was, as I'd left a brown stain on the cushion.
At that age, my parents had slightly different approaches to cleaning me up. My commonest type of accident was a large amount of soft mush, which I may or may not have spent quite a bit of time sitting in by the time I was discovered, as I've written about before here. My mum tended to favour getting me to step out of my trousers (unless they had been heavily soiled by escaping poo) and stand in the bath. She would then get me to drop my pants and step to one side of them, so she could shower my bum, legs and the pants themselves, washing the poo down the drain. She didn't like to waste clothing, so the rinsed pants would go in the wash with my trousers, which meant my underwear often carried faint stains from old accidents at that age. She was pretty efficient at it, and could get me cleaned up in under five minutes if we were in a hurry.
My dad was the one who would clean me up if I had an accident (that was detected) away from home, as I was getting too old to go in the ladies with my mum, and he used more or less the same method even if we were in our own bathroom. He would take off my trousers and then peel my pants away from my skin whilst I stood next to the toilet. Depending on how bad the mess was, he would sometimes try to empty out my pants into the toilet bowl and then wipe them to get them a bit cleaner, but generally he tended to bin them if there was any suitable bin - either wrapped in toilet roll or put in a bag if he had one available. He would clean my bum with toilet paper, sometimes wetting it in the sink first if the poo was particularly sticky. He was no great fan of public toilet cubicles either, and he would always give me the option of waiting until we got home to clean me up unless the accident was so bad that it was at risk of leaking out of my trousers. His method was slower but worked almost anywhere. He'd always make sure I had a bath in the evening if he'd had to clean me earlier in the day, otherwise my skin would still smell a bit of poo. He usually kept a couple of spare pairs of pants (both for me and my little brother) in the glovebox of the car - until I was perhaps nine - so we wouldn't have to spend the rest of the day going commando. I think his method was particularly effective for my brother's accidents, which were due to constipation with overflow and involved very small amounts of liquid poo rather than the large volumes of porridge-poo that I tended to produce.
By Year 2, I had figured out that I could empty out a firm poo into the toilet by either picking it up with toilet roll (if it was very firm) or turning my pants inside-out over the loo if it was more clay-like. As I've mentioned before, I would sometimes do a firmer poo in my pants because of pressure from softer poo above it in my colon, but then manage to hold onto the softer poo just long enough to do it in the right place. I was actually quite a lot less anxious about emptying out a firm poo in the school toilets than actually sitting on them (my childhood anxieties were weird!). If the poo had come out whilst I was standing up - perhaps at playtime - then I might only have a few skidmarks to show for the accident, so these poos were the first ones that I could get away with completely undetected by any adults. If I'd been sat in the poo for a while, the 'skidmark' (really a thick, solid smear of poo) would make it very obvious what I'd done when I got home - the first few times I did this I ignored the state of my underwear and was detected when my parents were helping me get ready for bed, and so I started trying to hide my emptied-out pants around my bedroom - whilst the smell was reduced enough to avoid me getting found out at school, I don't think I managed to go longer than two days before my mum would detect the odour and locate my hiding spot, at least in part because I was terrible at hiding things at that age. For messier accidents, I still didn't really have any idea what to do yet, although I would sometimes do more to try and avoid detection, especially away from home - e.g. by keeping away from other kids, sitting near an open window and so on. If I had a really, really bad accident (like the one when I was playing computer games whilst at home with a fever and had diarrhoea in my pants) then I would usually call one of my parents for help.
Over the following few years, as I went into junior school, I gradually became more confident about cleaning myself up, and more inventive about hiding any evidence of what I'd done in my pants. At school, by the time I was 10, I could often do a reasonable job of cleaning up a moderately mushy accident - although by that point they were fortunately mostly happening right at the end of the school day, or on my way home. If I thought I could possibly get away with it, I would always try to wait until I got home before cleaning up, but if I needed to do so at school (perhaps because I'd pooed my pants early in the afternoon) I would try and find the least-used toilet block and take the furthest cubicle from the door, and then I'd gingerly remove my trousers and pants so that I could empty the latter into the toilet. This approach didn't work if the poo was on the runnier side of mushy (or if it was true diarrhoea - luckily a rare thing for me), and for those accidents I still tended to rely on hoping that I would be lucky and that no-one would openly announce that they thought I'd pooed myself. I usually put my pants back on after I'd cleaned them out, mostly because I was well aware of my tendency to have another accident later in the day if I'd already dirtied my underwear earlier. By this stage almost all of my underwear was black - the few white pairs I had were by now permanently and obviously stained and I never wore them to school in case someone saw them when I was changing for PE.
At home, I was starting to develop more of a strategy for clean-up - at first, I would go to the bathroom and try to take my pants off and wipe myself, but usually I didn't do a good enough job and took so long that one of my parents would figure out what I was doing and come and help (which was very embarrassing, although also welcome). Over time, I started going to the bathroom with a plastic bag for the dirty pants and a clean pair to change into, and I would get in the shower to get myself properly clean. By the time I finished primary school, I could clean myself up at home after more or less any accident and could also clean up any poo that had fallen out onto the floor of the bathroom. My strategy was similar to the one my dad used when I was younger, but with the addition of a shower - I would remove my trousers, usually pausing for a moment to look in the mirror and see whether any poo was leaking out of the leg holes of my underwear, or at the waistband at the back, and I might pull back the elastic to try and see how bad things looked down there. If the poo was relatively firm or there wasn't too much of it, I'd empty my pants out, give them a wipe, and then hide them in my room. Unlike when I was younger, I'd then try and sneak them into the wash without anyone noticing, although I also wore some of them without cleaning if I was in a situation where I thought I might be at risk of having another accident (like on the walks I described last year). If the mess was really bad, I'd peel them off and put them straight into a plastic bag, which I'd tie off and then put it in another bag to limit the smell. This would then go straight into the outside bin. I'd wipe the worst of the soft poo off with paper, trying not to block the toilet, and wash the rest off with the shower. I did end up accumulating a few pairs that were too messy to sneak into the wash but not so bad that I'd thrown them out, and at one point I must have had six or seven pairs hidden in my room at any one time (of which more later) - this was when I was maybe 11-13 and was having a period of slipping back into more frequent accidents (albeit no longer in the classroom) after a relatively clean spell.
From then on, my clean-up strategy at home didn't change much other than I got quicker and more practiced at it, but my preparedness for accidents did. After the morning accident I had when I was fourteen, I started carrying an emergency kit in my school rucksack (not sure why I didn't think to do this sooner), hidden in a zipped pocket right at the bottom of the bag. It contained a spare pair of pants, a pack of tissues, and two empty shopping bags. I've kept the habit of carrying spare underwear with me even as an adult, despite accidents being much rarer now than when I was at school. There were a few GCSE exams (and even A-levels) where I spent half the lunch break between papers hidden in the one toilet block in the school that I was willing to use, double-bagging a messy pair of pants and hiding them in my rucksack before continuing as if nothing had happened. This allowed me to deal with more or less any accident, however messy - fortunately I never had to deal with a full diarrhoea accident during lessons in secondary school. Less messy exam accidents were usually very easy to sort out, as I was habitually lining my pants with toilet paper or tissues before tests to catch any mess, which meant that a firm poo (even one I'd been sat in for an hour) could be removed very easily with little residual staining.
Finally, another innovation when I was about thirteen was discovering wet wipes. One of my friends had a three-year old sister who was not fully potty trained, and they had a large stock of wet wipes, which I'd not seen before that point. One day, I went round to his house after school and arrived with a sticky blob of poo stuck between my bum-cheeks that had popped out whilst we were walking - this was my own fault, as I'd been secretly playing the game of letting a small, firm ball of poo half-way out of my bum and then pushing it back in whilst we were walking, and I'd carelessly let it come out too far to go back (if my friend hadn't been there I'd have probably shaken it down my trouser leg). I went to their loo and removed the poo using loo roll, but couldn't get my bum clean as the poo had dried on. I spotted the wipes, tried using one, and was amazed to see how well it removed the caked-on poo, and how much more comfortable it was against my skin than paper. I was an extremely honest kid and loathed the idea of stealing even something as minor as a few wipes, but this one time I couldn't resist taking a spare "pocket-pack" and smuggling it home with me. There were only a few wipes in there, but it was enough to clean myself after my next really big accident, and I wished for years that I could find an excuse to ask my parents to get some more. I was too embarrassed to buy them myself with my pocket-money. It wasn't until I was at university that I finally plucked up the courage and made them a part of my clean-up kit.
As for how the clean-ups felt - as an older kid, once I was in the privacy of the bathroom and had everything with me to sort myself out, I didn't really mind the feeling of being in soiled underwear. I guess if I'd found the sensations more unpleasant I might have prioritised getting to a toilet in time more highly. All of the shame and embarrassment came earlier, when there was a risk of being caught with poo in my pants, but I could breathe a great sigh of relief once I was sure no-one would find out. I almost enjoyed the sensation of peeling my pants away from my bum when they were full of mushy poo, although it wasn't as nice a sensation if the poo was firm but sticky as this usually made my skin itchy, and cleaning up after bad diarrhoea was the worst of all. In general, the part I liked least was cleaning up the floor tiles that I'd been standing on when I stripped off my clothes, and bagging up my underwear, as the smell was a hundred times worse whilst I did that than when I was just stood wearing pooey underpants and checking how bad things looked in the mirror. The best sensation of all was to have successfully cleaned myself up, showered and got changed into fresh clothes, with all evidence of what had happened tidied away. When I was younger, and still being cleaned up by my parents, the feeling was a complicated mixture of embarrassment but also the comforting sensation of being carefully cleaned by someone else, along with the same mostly-satisfying feeling of the pants being peeled off and the clean pleasant sensation of getting dressed into clean clothes afterwards.
One of the things that made me think about the topic of cleaning up soiled pants was that I recently took a trip back to the southwest to visit my parents in our old house, and they asked me to clear out some of my old junk. Whilst I was going through a box filled with comics and magazines that I must have read when I was about eleven, I found an old and long-forgotten pair of my old pants that I'd left sandwiched between copies of 'Sonic the Comic', complete with decades-old stains from having been emptied out but not washed. Seeing them immediately brought back the memory of how they'd got there. After so long hidden away, they barely smelled - there was a faint sweet odour that I wouldn't have identified as poo if I hadn't known that it was, but I'd clearly made a pretty big mess in them back then before I'd done my best to wipe them out - which was probably why I'd hid them so well (if they'd been any messier they would have gone straight in the bin). It gave me a moment of intense nostalgia, and for a second I had a weird impulse to keep them as some sort of souvenir of my childhood pooing problem, but I put them in the bin rather than risk the recycled embarrassment of my parents quizzing me about an accident that I must have had in the mid-1990s.
Who else here has had enough accidents to develop particular strategies for cleaning up? I'd be interested to hear how people learn from past messes and become more adept at dealing with new ones. Does anyone have any stories about particularly successful stealthy clean-ups, or of disasters where things went the other way?
Sunday, May 15, 2022
Tricky
Re: Thunder
I also found peeing or crapping around people I know or know I will see again to be a lot more embarrassing than doing so around complete strangers. I've always been an introvert and greatly preferred privacy for those functions. Still do, but I no longer go out of my way to cause myself discomfort to obtain it.
I didn't become minimally comfortable with using a urinal to pee until I was 9, and to this day still find it mildly awkward. I used to always run the fan and lock the door when using a single-occupant residential bathroom around family members or friends because I didn't want them to know what I was doing, in spite of it being obvious based upon the length of time of my visit. I still do those things as a habit, if a lock or fan is available. This shyness is why I used to wait for people to leave the Mens' room at work before unleashing the sound and fury if they saw me enter a stall, latch the door, and drop my pants. I didn't want to be known as the King Shitter of the office given how frequent my restroom visits were, and especially given that my deposits were unusually likely to be large enough to cause clogs, typically accompanied by explosive gas(from holding in my farts all day), and frequently left smears and lingering smells in the Mens' room. But alas. That horse eventually left the barn, especially after the janitors got to know me via cleaning the Mens' room and after female coworkers in the adjacent Womens' room heard my bathroom noises thanks to that obnoxious vent, only to see me later exit the Mens' room to place a person to the sounds they heard.
Now days it doesn't matter. I've been in so many embarrassing situations and circumstances that clogging a toilet, having to ask for wiping material, others hearing my noises, using a doorless or open toilet in view of others, all no longer feels unfamiliar or threatening. Each has happened 10+ times by now. I can use any toilet without any concern whether others can see, hear, or smell me, even the most extreme circumstance of say, an doorless stall toilet in direct view of a line of people waiting to use it(happened to me once at a bus station). Still awkward, but not to the point of embarrassment. While I've never gotten the opportunity to use a public doorless stall or open toilet around friends, coworkers, or family members after becoming shameless, a normal doored stall(and in one case using a half stall in the presence of a coworker) has been no problem whatsoever, and I'm certain today I could use a doorless stall or open toilet around them just as casually as I would a normal doored stall or a lockable residential bathroom, and just as casually as I've used a doorless stall or open toilet in view of complete strangers.
I've never pooped off the side of a boat. That would be a new experience for me.
I have pooped outside a number of times, but not with other people standing around. I did get caught on camera once taking an emergency dump behind the dumpster of a convenience store, after finding their restroom was out of order and having to make a split second decision before filling my pants with pounds of solid crap, but that's another story for another day, and among my most embarrassing. Luckily, the worst consequence of that ordeal was having to clean it up and suffer the indignity of it all.
Audrey
Paige: I loved the story about Maya using the trash can, do you have any more like that?
Rouge: my weirdest piss so far might be when I got stuck in my friend's attached garage and pissed on her car.
Mina Kazumi Hisae Maho: oh my! I'm so grateful to you for using those potties and posting your adventure! I wish I could have joined you!
Marie: Hey babe, its been a while, I hope you're doing okay! Looking forward to the changing room adventure ;)
Next generation of poopers: can't wait to learn what you've been up to!
Inspired by Juliet from France, my friend taped me to a chair and mad me poo on it, if anyone wants to hear that one I can share it.Chloe
Reply to some post & childhood story
Princess Opal- Yeah I know what you mean... Sometimes it's dreams that make you pee the bed. For me I just pee myself (a little) without the dream.
Ms. Menopause-about the diapers & incontinence products & pads haha I understand they're expensive. I use a pad for my minstrel & now currently wear a depend for bed. Lol if pads wasn't so expensive I would wear 1 in the back part of my boyshorts so if I prairie dog or not wipe well enough you know I don't get a skidmark ;)
Anna from Australia: You're right it's a good thing you noticed before the public saw... If anyone saw poop on the back of my skirt or dress I would run home mortified!
About the story I was in 7th grade... And I had this friend we'll call Samantha (can't use real name). And Joyce. Samantha was year younger than me & Joyce was 2 years younger. We would jump on Joyce's trampoline and heheheeee it's a shame butt (pun intended ;) there would almost always before we get done having fun be a poop sitting on the trampoline. And Joyce being that it's her trampoline would try to play detective and retrace where we were... I know I'm not always skidmark free butt lol I don't pack the fudge in there! And looking back on it I knew who it was... It was Samantha because when we played videogames & jumped on the bed pillow fighting... Joyce would always pick her (Samantha's) granny panties up and we would giggle. And Samantha would always say "my sister says it's caused when your underwear gets up your butt!" It wasn't a little "school day skidmark" either it looked like she didn't wipe at all.
Princess Opal
Some more poop talk!
Emma Two: I really liked that story about the woods! I enjoy buddy dump stories :)
Amelie: on the other hand, you could think that if you can hear others pooping, at least they won't be judging you for pooping! What kind of hypocrite would fart, plop, and then think you're an awful person for doing the same thing they're in the middle of doing?
The day after the water was off, it was turned off again and people pooped without flushing, but I didn't see that. Today I was reading this forum while I did my poop. Like 20-30 minutes later I had to come back and drop another small turd. I guess the first one had broken off. I've been farting as I write this, so I guess reading this forum is like magic! Magic that makes me happy!
Mina+3: I forgot to mention, I liked when Hisae said it smelled like you'd had a good time! I wish you many, many more wonderful times on loo!
Bye for now,
Princess Opal <3TrickyGnosis
Re: Amelie; gaining confidence to poop in public restrooms
I used to feel the same way as you. I hated pooping in public restrooms. But since I eat a diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and beans, and also a massive quantity thereof, holding it is not a viable option. I poop every 3-4 waking hours, the implications being that if I leave the house for more than a few hours, I will need to use a public restroom to poop. I also go through so much water that I pee every hour or two as well.
At an office I used to work at, I'd poop at work 2-3 times a day. I also produce a lot of gas thanks to the high fiber diet, which tends to loudly accompany said defecation sessions. That restroom was usually busy and my coworkers were always coming in and out, so there was no hiding what I was doing if I was seated in a stall. I started to wear headphones and play music so that I wouldn't be reminded that my noises could be heard nor would I know when anyone came in, which kept me from trying to hold it in to stop the noise whenever I'd hear footsteps. The headphones made it easy to get comfortable enough to drop my pants all the way down, let loose, wipe up, and get on with my day, because any indication that anyone was in the room was now removed. It felt as if no one was there, even if the restroom was crowded. It made my pooping sessions more efficient on the whole because I no longer worried whether others would hear my noises, and because I could not tell if anyone came in while I used the stall, it resulted in the repeated scenario of coworkers seeing me exit the stall and meet them at the sinks, desensitizing me to it.
The headphone strategy did backfire once. I didn't hear the cleaning lady knock and announce her intent to enter, and she walked in and started cleaning while I was dropping a loud, gassy crap with my pants at my shoes. I was in the first stall of the two(it was the cleanest since everyone used the back stall, so I made a habit of taking the first stall because less butts touched the seat), so she definitely saw what any of my male coworkers would have seen, my shoes, pants, and bare ankles behind the partition. It was a big one and smeared the toilet with skidmarks upon flushing. When I exited the stall, I noticed the cleaning cart in the Mens' room near the entrance propping open the door to the outside, and she was standing there as I exited the stall and washed my hands. Apologizing to her for not hearing her was one of the most awkward apologies I ever made, but she saw the headphones I was carrying and realized what had happened. To make matters worse, she would have to clean the toilet bowl after I fowled it. I stopped wearing headphones during my pooping sessions after that, but pooping with my male coworkers in earshot became greatly less embarrassing as a result, simply because this event involving getting walked in on by the cleaning lady was so much more embarrassing.
After that, during the years I worked there, practically every male coworker at some point saw me enter a stall and let 'er rip, or exit a stall after similar noises or after hearing me wipe, and it became so banal that I became totally unbothered by it. Some of them even started conversations with me while I was in a stall, and some of them even took the adjacent stall where I was seated and started defecating mere feet away as I did the same thing. The cleaning lady also caught me in there many times afterward, but because I heard her, I was able to announce that I was in the room and she didn't go so far as to enter into the Mens' room(years later, there were other cleaning ladies that would just come in without knocking, and I got walked in on by one while in a stall or at a urinal more than once). But she would always be waiting outside the door for me to finish, and those noises in that room traveled. There were instances where I produced such a large dump that it clogged the toilet after she knocked and she was waiting to enter as I left the Mens' room, leaving me no choice but to own up to the fact that I accidentally clogged the toilet. Which was way worse than being walked in on, because from then on out, whenever we'd see each other in the halls or in the cafeteria, she would certainly associate me with the mess she had to clean up.
NONE of that is as awkward as using a doorless stall or open toilet in a public restroom. That is the true test of confidence. For many years, I could never bring myself to do it and would hold it in effort to find a more private facility. My phobia of these sorts of facilities started in middle school after seeing boys being bullied while on the toilet. In middle school and high school, I was always holding it in all day until I got home, and that was not comfortable. It may have even damaged my insides. But after enough emergency situations where I was presented with such a facility and was in no position to hold it, and subsequently getting walked in on and/or seen by others while crapping or wiping, I was eventually cured of that phobia as well.
Now I can poop anywhere. Although I've never been given the opportunity, I'm certain that if the need arose and I was presented with such, I could even use an open Chinese squat toilet in front of a crowd of people(including members of the opposite sex) if it came to that. Those things are infamous. People can get a view of your waste exiting your body from any direction if they are inclined. It's way worse than siting on a mere open toilet such as what you'd find in a city park or a jail cell. On an open sit-down toilet, all anyone will see is your butt and maybe your privates, but not the actual waste exiting your body.
The best thing you can do to get used to your circumstances is to just keep using public restrooms whenever the need arises. Don't hold it. A good next step to increasing the scope of your comfort zone is if you've already dropped your waste and someone comes in while you are wiping or otherwise finishing up, have the confidence to exit the stall and meet them at the sinks. It will become more mundane with each session, and eventually you won't care at all. It's not like they're seeing something they haven't seen before. You do have a door after all. After you've gotten used to that, the next step is entering the restroom at the same time as others, and just going, without any care that anyone can hear you.
Everyone produces waste. Being afraid to acknowledge the simple fact to the world that I produced waste was the cause of much pain and discomfort when I was younger, albeit there was the additional worry of being bullied while in a position of vulnerability, but even without that worry, the fear carried over into other scenarios and situations when I needed to poop and the amount of privacy was not to my standards. That fear and a stubborn refusal to give in to my bodily needs was a cause of considerable discomfort. It was not worth it, and rather silly, in retrospect.
Being able to pee or poop at any toilet facility whenever the need arises regardless of who else is there is quite liberating. I can get it over with and move on with my day, relieved of an unnecessary burden.